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ch3rryfunk · 1 year

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hi cherry! what do u think drunk Leon would be like? i feel like he would be so silly and giggly and DEFINITELY drunkenly confess his feelings to the reader, but the following morning he would own up to it and say those feelings were genuine… idk the idea makes my heart melt

Hiii!! OMG drunk Leon is a little devil. Think it’d go something like this.

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When Leon invited you out for a drink, you NEVER expected him to get drunk, he just kept ordering more and more shots, and to your amusement, he got fully intoxicated rather quickly.

“Ugh, Kennedy, stop laughing. If I had known you were this clingy, I would’ve never let you drink.” You said, dragging him out of the bar and into your car. “Come on, get inside.”

You drove him back home, the car ride could’ve been peaceful, SILENT even. But no, he just kept mumbling incoherent things and laughing at his own jokes that you didn’t even understand.

You’d seen Leon get tipsy a few times, but not full-on drunk, which surprised you.

Leon Kennedy? THE Leon S Kennedy acting like a little kid and cracking stupid jokes? The man you crushed on, clinging onto your arm as you drove?

When you arrived at his home, he was persistent. He didn’t want you to go and kept talking about how much he enjoyed your company.

“Leon, I’m flattered, but I have work tomorrow. It’s late. I can’t stay-“

“Please stay, please, please, please.” He pleaded, you couldn’t help but laugh. Sober, Leon would be so embarrassed right now.

“Just for a few minutes. What’s gotten into you? You suddenly can’t live without me?”

“You’re just so so so pretty.”

He was slurring his words but kept repeating the same sentence, calling you pretty. You felt hopeless, what were you supposed to do? Even though you knew he was drunk, that made your heart skip a beat.

“K’, enough. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

He went quiet for a few seconds as you led him into his room, took his jacket off, and practically wrestled him into getting into bed. Once he finally gave in, he pulled you with him.

“Woah, no, no, no. No sir, you should take me to dinner first.” You laughed, “Close your eyes and sleep.”

“No.”

“Leon.”

“No.”

“Leon, please-”

“No!”

“Leon! Why are you so stubborn?!” You raised your voice but broke out in laughter, “I’m so sorry. You’re so going to regret this when you sober up. Not only that, but you’re also such a man child!” and the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“Stop laughing, s’not funny. You’re stubborn!”

“I’ll stop laughing if you sleep now, dork. Now shut your mouth and sleep.”

“Can’t sleep, I’m cold.”

You groaned. Going to sleep shouldn’t be so difficult. You were starting to consider knocking him out.

You pulled the blue duvet from under his body and covered him, he watched you in silence. You were so caring, so kind to him. He just had to say it, he wanted you to know so badly.

“You’re so cute when you’re bossy. You’re so good to me, I can’t- I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Huh?”

“Sorry, I just,“ he slurred. “I really want to kiss you.”

Your heart stopped for a second, he didn’t mean that. He was totally shit-faced, but your face still grew hot. Why were you getting nervous all of a sudden?

“Okay! Good night Kennedy. I’m out.”

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t make you overthink the rest of the night. From the moment you stepped out of his house to the moment you got into your bed. Hell, you could barely even sleep. This was the man you had been crushing on for god knows how long, he had you head over heels. You even arrived earlier at your job just in case he needed anything. You loved spending time with him because you were completely smitten, so hearing those drunken words come from his mouth almost made you go into cardiac arrest.

The next day you knew you had to face him at work. You wondered if he’d mention it, yet you PRAYED he wouldn’t because he would probably feel so embarrassed for himself.

He came in late, looking tired, but nothing too out of the ordinary. He watched you work for a few seconds before going over to your desk and plopping down on the chair next to yours.

“Morning, Kennedy.” You greeted him as you continued typing on the computer. “You okay?”

“Yeah, all good. I’m really sorry about yesterday.”

He probably doesn’t remember anything apart from blacking out, you shrugged. “Don’t mind it, it was fun. You should learn to hold your liquor, though, for your safety.”

Leon went quiet as he watched you for a minute.

“Got something to say?”

“No, I don’t- yeah. I meant what I said last night.”

“Which part?” You ask him, finally taking your eyes off the screen and facing him. “You said so many things, I couldn’t keep up.”

“The part where I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Oh.

You blushed, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips as you tried to look anywhere else but into his eyes. “Sure. Are you still drunk?”

“I mean it, y/n. Everything I said was genuine.”

You mentally cursed at yourself for mentioning it, your heart raced and you froze.

“And I will gladly take you out to dinner.”

There is no way he remembers. No. Freaking. Way.

You could barely react as he stood up from his chair and walked out of your office. “Gotta go now, I have a meeting in a few minutes. But I’ll come back when I’m finished. Then we can talk about dinner.”

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SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONS HELP and also this is kinda bad I'm really sorry lol 😭

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sunflowerkiwis · 7 months

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heyy wife i was wondering if you could do a smau of charles leclerc x southern reader. like gorgeous, blonde, uf or fsu student, sports broadcasting major, sorority girl, but she has like a claire monroe or sadie crowell type of vibe. she's a freshman and she takes him to a game, frat parties, and waffle house (waffle house is very important). they get a lot of hate, because the pairing is so unexpected and the age gap. but then he like posts her to lyrics from southern girls by tim mcgraw

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charles leclerc x reader requested - i hope this is what you wanted love feedback is appreaciated + requests are open! enjoy xx

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two-white-butterflies · 9 months

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invisible string | m33 | part two

Description: You face a career-ending injury, that forces you to give up your childhood dream. 7 years later, you return to the paddocks as a guest - and as the Team Principal of Prema Racing. What happens when feelings are too difficult to hide?

Pairing: max verstappen/racer!reader

part one | part three

(2022, PARTY AT THE HORNER YACHT.)

"L/N is such an overrated driver, she had one of the most successful engines - anyone could've piloted that thing." Christian chuckled while pouring his guests another round of wine. Max absentmindedly laughed at the joke - he didn't really hear the joke but he figured that it must've been hilarious for all the people around the table to laugh.

Kimi Raikkonen's eyes narrowed - searching the boat for drivers who didn't agree with Horner's statement. "It takes a hundred female pilots to be one man." Horner shrugged and the table erupted into another chorus of laughed. This time, Max wasn't laughing.

itsmee_yn: If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me - for I shall have already forgotten about you. (Pablo Neruda)

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oleole: this is totally about max's new interview 😭 - whispersme9: WHERE? - oleole: the one w/ daniel in the redbull yt

ynworld: Some people deserve to be in the past, mother. - itsmee_yn: totally !

selenagomez: ❤️

nicorosberg: Let's talk about it over coffee? - itsmee_yn: you only talk to me when there's tea :(( - - nicorosberg: You know me so well haha

maxverstappen1: What's going on?

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ynandmaxuniverse: the hoes are fighting 😭

danielricciardo: I DID NOT START THIS. 🤲🏼 itsmee_yn liked this comment.

formulaonegirlie: ya'll imma need a full article on what the fuck is happening 😢 ALSO QUOTING TAYLOR SWIFT? WHEN SHE'S Y/N'S FAVORITE ARTIST AND FRIEND.

itsmee_yn: Had so much fun with this family ❤️ I'm legally changing my last name to Raikkonen.

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kimimatiasraikkonen: 👍🏻 - itsmee_yn: that means so much to me king 👑

nicorosberg: and you didn't invite me? - itsmee_yn: WHO R U? - - nicorosberg: You're new best-friend since the last one got evicted. 🤯 - - - itsmee_yn: NAH

sebastianvettel: Let's catch up soon! - itsmee_yn: u r automatically invited to my house sir

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itsmee_yn: UR A 37 YEAR OLD BULLY 💀 itsmee_yn: U SHOULD LITERALLY GET OFF SOCIAL MEDIA nicorosberg: Why is your message blank? itsmee_yn: I'M TELLING KIMI THAT YOU'RE PUBLICALLY BULLYING HIS 1ST BORN DAUGHTER nicorosberg: publicly* itsmee_yn: GRAMMAR POLICE

itsmee_yn: 3 days before the Hungarian GP ✨

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danielricciardo: You coming? - itsmee_yn: I have free tickets 😍

landonorris: OMG QUEEN WE HAVE TO MEET UP - itsmee_yn: ❤️

maxandynlover: Is the war over? CUZ... 😁

maxverstappen1: looking forward to it 😱

sabrinacarpenter: I was rooting for you sis 🙁 - ynprivateaccount: He has me weak on my knees 😭 - - sabrinaprivateaccount: old habits die hard 😢

(2022, HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX)

"So, are you going to explain?" you placed both of your hands on your hips, staring at him with a glare that told him he wasn't going home scot free. "I talked to Kimi," he mumbled sheepishly. "I know that this isn't an explaination, but I want you to understand that I never meant to disrespect you in that way." he explained.

"Kimi told me what Christian said about you, and it wasn't funny. I shouldn't have laughed, I'm sorry." he apologized, taking another step closer to wrap you in an embrace - but you step away. All your life, you've been told that a woman didn't have room in Formula One - and to hear your best friend laugh at those jokes? It was worse than losing your career.

"Am I supposed to believe you?" you frowned, unable to comprehend that he was telling the truth. "You don't have to - but I'm sorry." he breathed with sincerity in his tone. You wanted to believe him, but you needed more convincing.

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scoutswritingcorner · 21 days

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i got two things; would u ever add more characters to the helluva boss list??

second thing was my request lol :3

can i get a blitzø x gn!sinner!reader headcanons where reader is so down on their luck that they are applying to randoms jobs and the only one that got back to them was I.M.P lol and the slow progression of their relationship to becoming lovers :D

Pure Luck Or Dumb Luck?

Blitzø x GN!Reader

TW: FLUFF- A mention of a little nsfw but nothing explicit

A/n: Blitz! Our favorite Boss! And to answer your question, yes I will! I’m just writing out for the gang first so I can get used to writing for the characters before I move onto other characters!

Let me set the scene:

You recently had been fired from your last job for punching a customer who had been harassing you lately. It was well deserved but it had landed you in the unemployment category of working. So you applied to every single work ad you could get your hands on. They all rejected you except for one that had been the infamous, I.M.P! Maybe not so infamous..but they do amazing jobs, you’ve heard and you got an interview to go to THE NEXT DAY?!?!?

-🐴 Well fast forward- you do land the interview but depending if you know how to kill or shoot a gun depends if you need training. By training I mean going out in the human world and killing to get you over your nerves. Blitz is strict but fair with this. If you want to be out on the field, you have to kill. If not he can let you be the receptionist with Loona or the janitor! They need one badly- dried blood is hard to get out of the wooden floors and carpets.

-🐴Now! If you do need training, he’s gonna send Millie and Moxxie with you, the sweetest people to help and can validate your feelings on taking a life. Moxxie understands the hesitation.

-🐴 Blitz isn’t stupid (he can be but shh), he knows a good killer when he sees one (and a hottie). Now he won’t hold your hand during missions especially if you can handle yourself but if you still got some jitters in you about killing? He’ll give you an easy target to kill.

-🐴After a few months into the job? He starts to become friendlier with you, like instead of sending you out to get coffee? He asks if you want coffee and then asks if you can go get it cause he’s out of money. He’ll pay you back! (I mean at least he’s asking instead of yelling at you to go get it)

-🐴I swear he does become nicer over time but it takes so long cause he has trust issues.

-🐴 But once you do become his friend or best friend as he puts it, oh boy he’s clinging to you and not letting go. You get so many privileges that no one else does and it's a blessing but a curse. Cause you get to know what he’s thinking all the time and then he tells you all of his horses names.

-🐴You start catching feelings for him and realize it at midnight when your alone in your bed. Your feelings go from “oh fuck-” to “I’d bang him” IN SECONDS- The whiplash is real.

-🐴Blitzo? Falls harder and he only realizes it when you bring him to a horse show and he’s watching you instead of the horses. But what really solidifies it for him? Is when you're able to talk your way into allowing Blitzo to ride and take pictures with the horses.

-🐴 He won’t shut up about you when your not in the office, like you’d leave to go pick up lunch for everyone and as soon as you walk out the door. “Have you noticed how hot they are?” “Sir-”

-🐴Millie ships it so fucking hard. But because he doesn’t want to admit it and you probably think he won’t reciprocate your feelings, it’s a whole dance for a LONG time. Moxxie is about to rip his fucking hair out- while initially he didn’t care for it much- he’s as much as invested as his wife is. JUST FUCKING KISS PLEASE-

-🐴 Loona is in on it too but she has a betting pool going with Millie. She’s either gonna be fifty bucks richer or out of fifty bucks.

-🐴Either way it will be a long ass time before you end up pulling him into a kiss one night. Maybe you both were at your place watching a movie or you were out on the town with him and he’s walking you back to your apartment.

-🐴 It ends up with you waking up in the morning curled up in your bed with your head on his bare chest. You abruptly wake him up by shaking him awake and staring at him cause you just slept with your best friend who is also your boss??

-🐴 this ends up with a huge talk and you both realize your feelings are mutual and POOF you’re dating.

-🐴This silly little Imp loves kisses and going on fun but not expensive dates! That doesn’t mean he won’t spoil the shit out of you cause he will! But he likes it when you are both relaxed and having fun.

-🐴Now he tries to keep your relationship out of work (despite working together) but he swoons or cheers you on if you get a kill or you are just being protective. His tail curls into a little heart.

-🐴 Wear his clothes if you can- especially his leather jacket it makes him puff his chest out in pride. He will wear your clothes, especially your shirts when he goes to bed or if you have a break!

-🐴Oh boy! He’s a jealous little imp! Not because he doesn’t trust you, it's because he doesn't think highly of himself and will often try to push you away. Don’t let that scare you, just hug him close.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluva blitzo #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader

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satoruscumshot · 3 months

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MDNI- Office sex, doggy style😛,, oral (m receiving), implied cheating, u were fucked dumb reblogs are super appreciated<3

“Mr. Nanami I’ve got the paperwork you were asking for earlier, I’m sorry it took so long the printer wasn’t working…” you step into his office but your boss Nanami was no were to be seen. ‘Hm I’ll just leave it on his desk then’ you thought to yourself while setting the paperwork down. The framed pictures of his wife and son on his desk catching your eye. ‘Since when was he married? I mean I understand but I had no idea, lucky.’ deep in your thoughts unaware of the man creeping behind you.

COUGH

“Y/N”

“ah! Mr. Nanami you startled me I was just about to leave, my apologies I just needed to deliver some paperwork but I’ll leave now!” You say face hot from embarrassment. How embarrassing! On your way out oblivious of the man’s hungry eyes following your swaying body as you left the room.

Even after you left you were still in his mind, the tent in his pants making them feel tight and unbearable.

He sits down with a groan, throwing his head back

“fuck”

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“Y/N could you please come to my office?”

KNOCK

You open the door slowly, carefully making your way inside his office. His eyes never looking away from yours. “Mr. Nanami you asked for me?” You close the door, body moving closer to his desk while maintaining the eye contact. You can see the slight blush on his hot skin.

Finally breaking eye contact you look to see that all the pictures of his wife and son were laid down.

“Y/N could you do me a favor” he says, it sounds like he’s out of breath I wonder why..? “Of course! Whatever it is I’ll make sure I get it done. What is it that you need me to do Mr. Nanami?” You say a smile beaming on your soft skin.

“Suck me off.”

Your smile drops, looking at the framed picture on his desk then back at him. “Mr. Nana-“ he cuts you off “call me kento” he states. “Right… Kento you have a wife? I’m not sure I’m comfortable.” You lie, your eyes find their way down to his crotch seeing the tent in his slacks.

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“Mmm y’now you were always my favorite o-oh- girl, always being so- fuck. So good~” he throws his head back a hand falling to your head forcing you to take more of his length.

“Mmmmmm” you moan around his thick cock making his hips buck into you more. You rub your sensitive clit faster with your poor finger trying to create as much friction as you can.

His dick hitting the back of your throat making it harder to breathe. “Cumming, oh my god” he covers his mouth trying to quiet down the moans coming out of his mouth.

the warmth of his cum fills the rest of your mouth forcing some to spill out. “Swallow it” he demands maintaining eye contact with your tear filled eyes. Oh how beautiful you looked right now.

gulp

You swallowed.

“Please Kento” the arousal and the heat of your dripping pussy was so hard (😉) to ignore, standing up in front of him ass messy made him go crazy. Looking to the side where the picture of his wife was framed a ping of guilt filled his heart, but looking back at your lust filled eyes all the guilt was gone.

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He rubs his flushed tip against your clit before pushing all of him inside you. “Oh fuck!” You moan a bit too loudly , your eyes roll back from the pleasure. His hand flies to your mouth covering the sounds begging to come out.

KNOCK

“Sir is everything okay?!” Your coworker asked frantically. Tears streaming down from your eyes each thrust kento makes. “I-I’m fine” he speaks and the your coworker leaves, his thrust don’t stop.

He can feel his release coming quicker than usual, your tight pussy sucking his cock in better than his own wife could, god you were so addicting to be in. “faster” you beg; sliding your fingers down to play with your neglected clit. His pace speeding up, the coil in your stomach building up faster. “Good girl- shit, you feel so good baby~” his hands grip your waist, pumping his dick in and out of you, “cummingggg~” the coil in your stomach burst.

The ring of your cum on Kentos cock driving him mad, his release coming quicker and quicker he asks you “squeezing me so tight baby- where do you want me” he slows down his thrust, the tip hitting your sweet spot making you see black

“inside inside inside please-” you plead. He makes one final thrust before his warm cum fills your womb up.

he takes himself out of you watching your mixed cum drip out of your pussy. He grabs your face forcing you to look at him. The daze of your eyes and the slight smile on your plush lips. Were you just fucked stupid? “Keep this a secret” he sternly stated with a harsh glare.

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seung-mong · 1 year

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changbin - deadlines

includes: dom! changbin x fem reader, power dynamics if you squint, corruption kink, size kink, use of "sir", praise and degradation, semi-public sex, slight manipulation, overstim, age gap but both are of age:D, changbin is kinda mean and nasty

a/n: prof!changbin is my one true love<3 I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @prudenceisntjustcute thank u so so so so much u dont understand how happy i am rn

wc: 3104 :0

catching feelings for him was probably the worst possible decision you ever made. here you are in class, practically drooling all over your desk as you watch him. jisung smirks when he notices your zoned-out state, your eyes hazy and unfocused on him. he walks towards you from the front of the class, having just handed in his work.

"y/n?" his voice snaps you back to reality, jisung leaning over and resting his hands on your desk.

"sungie!" you say a little too enthusiastically, and he chuckles.

"they're serving pizza today for lunch. want me to get you a slice?"

only then do you realize that the rest of the class is packing away their things, filing down the lecture hall. screw you and your stupid daydreams.

"oh! yea i'd really like that, sung! i'll follow after you, i just have to uh- clarify some things with the professor." you get up from your seat, shoving your unused notebook and textbook into your bag.

jisung smiles at you, nodding in understanding and leaving you to walk out of the room, leaving you and your professor completely alone. if only jisung knew it wasn't him you were staring at.

seo changbin stands behind his desk, one hand on his hip, the other flipping through the pile of test papers. if he's aware of your presence in his classroom, he doesnt show it. his eyebrows are furrowed and a small frown tugs on the corner of his mouth as he flips over a specific paper, shaking his head at the answers. his glasses threaten to fall down, and he has to push them back every few minutes.

"professor?" you squeak, taking a tentative step closer to him.

he looks up in your direction, an eyebrow raised. your cheeks warm when he smiles at you, beckoning you forward. "miss y/l/n. i dismissed the class a few minutes ago. was there something you needed?" he asks, his voice floating across the room and filling you with a warm feeling.

'yes, your children please.'

"well, i just had a few questions regarding the last homework you assigned?" you cross over to his desk, gripping onto the strap of your bag so tightly you feel the burn in your palm.

changbin chuckles, motioning for you to sit by his desk. "ah yes, the last homework i assigned…. which was due almost a week ago, correct?" he tilts his head down to look at you over his glasses, a mocking smile on his lips that makes you want to kiss him.

you blush profusely before nodding, taking the seat nearest to where you stood. changbin chuckles before crossing to the front so he was directly across from you. sighing, he sat on the edge of his desk, slightly leaning forward towards you.

"well, i wouldn't mind helping out one of my favorite students." he teases, winking at you.

you almost pass out, but your body reacts before your brain and you start to fish for the assignment in your bag. as you do so, you feel his gaze burning your skin, hot and heavy as he tilts his head to the side, as if assessing something about you. you take the paper out with shaky hands before setting it onto his desk.

changbin straightens up and clears his throat. "to be honest, im surprised you're struggling with the work, y/n. your test papers say otherwise." he walks over behind you, hovering over your shoulder.

the tip of his necktie reaches your shoulder, and all you can think about is him stuffing it into your mouth and gagging you with it.

"well all your answers so far are correct, what are the questions you had in mind?" he places a hand on your shoulder and you feel your stomach twist with anticipation and need.

'you're so hot it should be illegal.'

"thats not a question." changbin chuckles, leaving your side and walking towards his desk.

fuck. did you just say that out loud?

he peers at you from behind his desk, a smug look plastered onto his sharp features. you squirm in the leather seat, your skirt suddenly feeling too hot, irritated by the way it sticks to your thighs. you cant seem to look away from his gaze, and he challenges you, raising an eyebrow. youre the first to break, eyes flying to the homework in front of you.

"i guess i'll just f-finish this and like, pass it to you." you clear your throat, shaking your head and hoping your face hasnt gone red.

changbin hums, taking his glasses off and setting them on his desk, right on top of your paper.

"you could. but still, you failed to meet the deadline. i'd have to deduct points from your work for that." he sighs, shaking his head.

you hate feeling like you disappointed him, your head hanging low as you hear him walk over to you, placing a hand behind your chair.

"y/n." his voice is low, urging you to look up at him. you do, your eyes meeting his and it sends a spark of electricity up across your skin.

"sir?" you squeak, the pen in your hand growing slimy from the sweat on your palms. why was he looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive? not that'd you be complaining.

changbin inhales sharply, the title slipping right out of your mouth and straight down to his hard cock. fuck, why were you so pliant? so needy? just begging to be ruined. he sighs, crossing the classroom towards the door and for a moment you think he's about to ask you to leave- when suddenly he locks it behind him.

this is not happening.

"don't you think you should… make up for all the days you failed to submit your work?" he leans against his desk, and you try extra hard not to check him out because holy fuck you can see the tent in his pants and you're squirming in your seat, thighs clenching tightly against each other.

"i dont-"

"you know what really pisses me off, miss y/l/n?" he sighs, his hands gripping the edge of the table right under his thighs. "you keep chewing on that damn pen, and it's just so distracting." he shakes his head, gesturing towards the pen in your hand.

"but- why?" you squeak, stuffing it discreetly into the pocket of your bag.

changbin scoffs in disbelief. "why? baby you drool all over it and got your pretty lips wrapped around the tip i can't help picturing it's my cock instead."

a wave of heat washes over you, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. changbin smirks, gesturing you to walk over to him with a wave of his hand. you hesitate, unsure if you physically can stand up and walk over to him without your legs turning to mush.

"aint got that much time, doll."

and you cross the room in three strides. god you were so eager for him, he fucking knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"so obedient." he hums appreciatively, hands hesitating before resting on your sides. you tense at the contact, and changbin coos, lifting a thumb to swipe under your chin. your eyes meet his, and he scoffs.

"do you know how pathetic you look right now? eyes so wide and needy." he tucks your hair behind your ear, bottom lip jutting out into a mocking pout.

you nod, tensing when changbin's hands find purchase on your waist, squeezing slightly. suddenly you're wearing too many pieces of clothing, despite the fact that all you had on was a simple tee. you wanted it off, wanted to feel his hands on your body.

"but i'll take care of you." changbin smirks when he sees your eyes slowly close, already submitting to him.

you wait patiently for him to do something, anything. you feel his hand pull you closer to him by your nape, his lips instantly finding yours. your heart is in your throat when the teacher growls against your mouth, tilting his head to the side and brushing your lower lip with his tongue. you instantly give in to him, not wanting to put up a fight when you know just how badly you wanted this to happen.

you stable yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders, screaming internally when you feel the muscles straining against his white dress shirt. you want nothing more than to rip it off of him. he situates you on his thigh, letting you not-so-subtly grind against his muscle. your whines spill into his mouth and he drinks every single sound you make. it heads straight to his cock and he can't wait to feel you around him.

changbin growls when you pull on his hair, hands harshly gripping you by the under of your thighs and lifting you, just to place you on his desk.

"what would your cute little classmates think," changbin coos, fingers wandering dangerously close to your clothed heat. pinching and squeezing the soft fat of of your thighs. "if they knew what a little slut you are f'me? u know im much older, dont you?"

you whimper at his degrading tone, hands resting on the desk behind you.

"you could have any guy in this class if you wanted. you know that right, baby?" he teases you, fingers gently lifting up your skirt and exposing your underwear.

"d-dont want them. only you." your voice comes out small and pathetic, and changbin fucking loved how small he was making you feel.

"yea?" he grabs your hand from behind you, guiding it onto his crotch and making you squeeze. his cock is hard against your touch, and you gasp at the size of his bulge. "guess they won't be able to fill you up good like i will, huh?"

you nod frantically, desperate for him to just hurry up and touch you. changbin notices this, chuckling lightly and pulling your underwear down painfully slow. he takes a good look at your arousal dripping down your slit and takes a deep breath, sucking in his teeth.

"you're so wet, doll. bet i could slide right in without prepping ya."

you nod eagerly, locking your legs around his hips and pulling him closer to you. he groans at the action, hands gripping onto your thighs so tightly you're sure it'll bruise. you watch with wide eyes when changbin does quick work of undoing his belt, letting it hang in the loops. he unbuttons his pants and lets it fall, just enough for him to pull his cock out.

it won't fit.

he smirks when he sees the hint of worry in your eyes, stare fixed on his cock. changbin tuts at you, one hand wrapping around his base and the other on your chin.

"you'll be a good girl and take it for me, right?" he asks sweetly, dipping the head of his cock and running it along your slit, catching all your slick and rubbing it against him to provide some sort of lubrication. you shiver when it catches on your clit, granting you some sort of friction. you roll your hips eagerly against his, the movement causing your skirt to bunch around your waist.

"i- i dont know. i-i've never…. not this big-"

and knowing that he's ruined you of every other cock almost makes him cum on the spot. instead, he scoffs at your pathetic pout, tightly gripping your waist and pulling you closer to the edge of his desk.

one hand rests on his abdomen while the other supports you from behind, trying to slow him from entering you too quickly. it makes his skin burn, knowing that he's quite literally splitting you open.

"well, i'll go slow." he coos, tip of his cock already prodding at your entrance. you take in a sharp breath when you feel him breach you, just the head of his cock in and you're already faintly dizzy.

"awh, come on baby. you can do it, right?" he takes your hand away from him, not allowing you to stop him from pushing in.

"y-yes sir." you whimper, and those words are enough for changbin to snap, eyes closing from pleasure and abandoning all sense of logic, hoping you won't be too mad at him. with a growl, he loops your thighs over his arms, his hands finding your hips and pulling you flush against him so his cock is fully sheathed in you.

you squeal from the burning sting, tears brimming in your eyes when you feel the tip of his cock in your stomach.

"fucking tight, i'm sorry baby. i'll make it up to you, hmm?" changbin mumbles, setting a brutal pace and ignoring your broken moans and whimpers. every thrust knocks the wind out of you, the sound of the desk rattling under your ass the only sound in the room besides your professor's pants into your neck.

"s'big." you whine, clutching desperately onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of you. you feel the tip of his cock just subtly brush against the spot you need him the most, and you realize he's doing it on purpose, only thrusting in about half of his cock.

"is it?" changbin scoffs, biting down on your neck and making you mewl. he knows it's sick, knows it's one of the oldest rules in the book- never fuck the students. but it's also one of the most neglected rules.

"m-more, please sir." you beg, hands flying to his ass and trying to push him in deeper yourself.

he groans when you do, pulling away to see you so fucked out, eyes hazy and drool spilling out of your open mouth. he bends down to lick at it, before kissing you roughly.

"more? baby if i gave you any more you'll be ruined." changbin pants against your mouth, but doesn't miss the way you clench even tighter around him.

"does my baby want that? to be so ruined no other cock could ever. please. you." he emphasizes each word with a thrust, and you try your hardest not to scream out loud, knowing that if someone were to look into the small window by the door, you'd be in trouble.

despite the burning stretch in your lower area, you nod. you want him to ruin you. you want him to be the only one who could fuck you this good.

"awh my cute little slut, just want to feel all of sir's cock right?" his thrusts are harsher now, pulling you and fucking you onto his cock.

"y-yes, please sir!" you plead, and it's enough for changbin to give in with a groan, lifting your leg up to his shoulder to get a better angle. you gasp when his cock kisses your g-spot, clawing at his back for him to keep going.

"oh, there? like this?" changbin teases, a smug grin on his face as he drives his cock into you with purpose.

"p-please i cant-" you're stuttering, too drunk on the pleasure of his cock in you.

"you can, and you will." changbin growls, hand sneaking down in between you and fingers rubbing rough circles onto your clit.

you cum almost instantly, the pads of his rough fingers pressing down onto you. you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, but this displeases him. he moves your hand away, instead kissing you to capture the sounds of your muffled cries. changbin's chest fills with pride at the sight of your legs shaking around him, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge.

he doesn't stop his pace, still driving into you as you come down from your high. but this time, his thrusts are deeper, rougher, only thought in mind is getting himself off.

"sir, please. s'too much." you whine, placing your hand on his lower abdomen in a feeble attempt to stop him.

he ignores your plea, wrapping his hand around your wrist and driving even deeper into you.

"shut the fuck up, and take it." changbin growls, too obsessed with the way your pussy wraps around him. you whimper, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the pleasure that he brings you.

"i'm gonna fill you up, and then you're gonna thank me. got it?" changbin groans against your chest, his forehead dipping down onto the soft fabric of your top. you nod, eager for him to spill into you.

"good fucking girl." his voice comes out heavy and almost cracking as you feel his cum spill into you, wincing slightly at the warmth that settles into your lower abdomen.

"fuck, you're such a good girl." he breathes against your forehead, catching your lips in another affectionate kiss as he pulls out. as you lay there catching your breathe, you feel his thick fingers enter you again, pushing his cum further into you. you whine, and changbin chuckles.

"sorry, cant help it. you look too fucking hot with my cum spilling out of you like that."

you blush at his words, throwing an arm over your face. changbin laughs at you, taking your hand away and giving you one last kiss.

"go put your underwear on and keep my cum in you, alright?" changbin's tone is soft despite the lewdness of his words. you nod, hopping off his desk and shuffling his underwear on. you look at him expectantly as he fixes his pants, straightening up his tie.

"awh, baby what is it?" he catches the way he looks at you, and he grins, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.

"will- uhm. will this happen again or is this more of a one time thing?" you mumble meekly, picking your bag up from the ground and slinging it over your shoulder.

changbin smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders playfully. "depends, let's see how many assignments you fail to submit." he wraps an arm around your waist and takes the late homework in your hand.

"oh by the way," changbin delivers a playful slap to your ass before you turn to leave his classroom. "tell you're little friend that it's rude to snoop." he winks at you, and you tilt your head in confusion.

that is until you turn around and come face to face with jisung, peeking in from the window. his mouth open in shock, and you're frozen in fear. but what you can't see, from behind the wall is the painful hard-on he sports in his suddenly tight jeans.

#skz smut #changbin x reader #changbin smut #mean!prof changbin is literally my dream #im so dizzy #sungie is a perv:(#seung-mong!

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lazycats-stuff · 7 months

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could u maybe make a batfam x male reader and where the reader is like trained to be an spy or something and their mission was to figure out what was going on inside the manor but they figured out to much and got roped into the batfams family

Oh shit. Poor reader... He is going to get roped in well. Also, sorry everyone for this being short and vague. School started about a week ago and I'm already tired. Haha...

Summary: (Y/N) is sent to find out what is happening in the Wayne manor for a mission. He gets to roped in.

Warnings:

(Y/N) was still shocked at the mission he got. He isn't a stranger when it comes to infiltration and undercover missions, but this mission is on a whole a new level. The mission is about going undercover in the Wayne manor.

He had his fair share of undercover and infiltration missions, but he never had a mission of this type. It wasn't just a mission of few weeks, this was going to be take a very long time. Probably up to year or even longer.

He still doesn't understand what Bruce Wayne might hide in that manor of his. Sure, he is considered to be one of the richest and one of the most powerful people in the world, but still.

What type of information this man could have? More so, why are the kids thrown in to equation too? They seemed to be a happy family. He wasn't a fan of long term missions, he hated them with burning passion, but he didn't have any choice in the matter.

He takes what he is given and gets the job done as quickly as possible. You only say yes sir and go get ready.

The plan was for him to spend some time on the streets as an 'orphan'. It was a detailed plan. Every single possibility was considered when creating this plan.

One of the things in the spy business is that you can't get attached to people you are going after.

(Y/N) was going to break the rule very soon.

It has been 5 months since he infiltrated the Wayne manor. (Y/N) concluded pretty quickly that the family didn't have anything to hide. They are a normal family, with all the chaos that normally goes with it.

But what he didn't expect that he got too roped in. He got attached... The burden of why he was really in the manor was really weighing on him.

It felt heavy on his shoulders and he didn't know what to do now. He finally got a family, although through deception, but still, he finally got a family. He was alone in his life, but now he had a chance to be happy.

He was often told by his superiors that he had a natural talent for this line of work. It often grinded his gears when he heard it. Just because he was good at something, doesn't mean he wants to do it for the rest of his life.

He was in his room, sighing for the nth time. He needed to tell them. How was he going to tell them?

After another sleepless night, he ventured downstairs into the kitchen. He saw Tim alone, putting Red Bull in his coffee. They locked eyes for a moment and Tim pointed at his mug with his finger.

" Thanks. " (Y/N) mumbled, walking over to the mug.

" Is something bothering you? " Tim asked, raising his brow.

(Y/N) froze for a moment. Did they catch on? Is this a trap?

" No. " (Y/N) lied, taking a sip of his coffee.

" I don't mean to bother you, but you look like you aren't doing well. You can always come talk to me if you need to. " Tim offered and (Y/N) offered him a smile in return. It took some effort to smile genuinely, but he hoped that it worked.

" Okay. If you need me, you know where to find me. " Tim said, sitting down at the table. (Y/N) heard the others come in and he also moved to sit down at the table.

He tapped his fingers against his mug, feeling something weird. It was a gut feeling, something that came periodically. And wow, did come in strong now. Why would it come so strong now, he didn't know, but he knew that this going to be a hard day to go through.

" (Y/N), are you okay? You look exhausted. " Bruce commented, looking at (Y/N).

" I'm fine, just some trouble sleeping. " (Y/N) said, eyes moving back down to the coffee. Bruce exchanged a look with others.

It was now evening and the others formed a plan. They were going to confront (Y/N) with the evidence. They noticed how he wasn't even trying to fish out information anymore. They knew that he was trying in the beginning, but they were feeding him false information.

But he didn't need to know that.

Not for now at least.

The dinner was over and (Y/N) was ready to go to his room. Bruce, however, wasn't having it.

" (Y/N) we need to talk. " Bruce said, motioning with his head for (Y/N) to sit down. (Y/N) listened. What was this about? Was it about something he has done with the boys?

About the time when they put glitter on Bruce's work suit? Or when they accidently shot the wall and covered it up with a random photo? Or was it about (Y/N)'s true identity?

(Y/N) hoped it wasn't about that. But with all of the stuff that has been on his mind?

He was screwed.

He sat back down, watching as everyone's face turned neutral. Oh God.

He was made. His cover was blown. Gone. (Y/N) saw a paper folder with his name on it.

(Y/N) was exposed.

He raised his head, trying to stay neutral. He can't show his emotions.

" We knew from the beginning. " Bruce said, showing him the file. (Y/N)'s eyes widened for a little bit. What? Then... Whaaat?

" I know that look in your eyes. You are not doing this out of your own freewill. " Bruce continued, his blue eyes looking right into his soul.

" So I'm giving you a choice. Since your feelings were genuine and since the boys bonded with you, you can have an out. Or you can go back. " Bruce concluded and (Y/N) blinked a few times trying to comprehend all of this.

He was never this disarmed so quickly.

" I... I don't know what to say. " (Y/N) admitted softly and so quietly.

" Well, think about it at least. I won't force anything on you. " Bruce said and (Y/N) nodded, standing up.

" I'm going to my room. I really need to think. "

Everyone just nodded and (Y/N) left, letting out a breath. This... This went well.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #batfamily #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batman x male reader #red hood x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #nightwing x male reader

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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could u make one where matt gets mad at u and hide from him, and he finds u and apologises. thnx it mean a lot to me.

Frantic

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates that Matt likes other girls posts, and when she brings it up they get into a fight. Causing her to hide from him🫂

Warnings⚠️: Nothing really, Matt is kinda a douche in this but ehhhh

Song for the imagine: Insecure- Brent Faiyaz

I’ve got scars from a life before you

Please don’t think I’m insecure

I just can’t trust no one else

I think the biggest thing that made me mad about Matt was that he didn’t understand why I didn’t want him liking other girls' posts. He always told me that he loved me, and that it didn’t matter who’s pictures he liked.

But I hated it, especially if the girls looked nothing like me. It made me upset, and sad. I would never like another man’s post, so I wasn’t sure why Matt didn’t understand where I was coming from

I tried my best to ignore it, but when fans started noticing it too, and bringing it up it opened up those scars again.

Matt and I were driving back to his house when I decided to bring it up.

“Your fans are starting to notice your inconsiderate behavior” I told him

“Me liking another influencer's post?” Matt said scoffing

“Yeah….its disrespectful” I told him

“How? It’s not like I’m pursuing the girl. You’re literally my girlfriend” he said looking at me

“I wouldn’t like another guys post, not an attractive one” I said to him

“You sound so insecure” he said shaking his head

“I fucking sound insecure? I’m asking you not to like other girls posts of them half naked…THAT IS ALL” I said to him getting angry

“Who GIVES A FUCK IF I LIKE THEIR POST IT MEANS NOTHING” he yelled at me

“IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO YOU” I yelled back at him

“You’re so pathetic, honestly I should break up with you. Clearly you’re too insecure to be with me” he said as we pulled up to the triplets house and he put the car in park

“Fuck you Matt. YOURE A PIECE OF SHIT” I yelled at him

“YEAH GO FUCKING CRY ABOUT IT” he yelled

I jumped out the car, slamming the door and running into the house. I ran to Nicks room and hid under his covers, and started to sob.

How could he be such a dick to me? I just wanted him to stop liking other girls' posts, and I’m insecure and pathetic.

I heard matt calling out for me, so I got out of Nick's bed and went into the closet that was inside his bathroom, sitting down on the floor and crying

I think a good 15 minutes went by before the closet door opened

“Baby?” I heard Matt say, and I lifted up my head to meet his gaze

“Go away” I told him

“No” he said sitting down in front of me

“Go. Away. Now.” I said ignoring him

“I’m not leaving you. Listen to me what I said was fucked up and disgusting. You have every right to be upset with me, and I had no right to call you insecure or pathetic” he said stroking my arm

“Whatever” I said rolling my eyes at him

“It’s not whatever. You would never like a guy's post, and I should never ever like another woman’s post. It’s wrong and it looks bad” he said

“Matt….please just don’t” I said

“I was wrong okay, i was so fucking wrong. And I’m not breaking up with you because you’ve done nothing wrong. I love you so fucking much, and I would never do anything to deliberately hurt you I SWEAR, so please baby take me back” he said rubbing my cheek

“Mmm let me think on it” I said sarcastically

“I’ll rub your back, and buy you whatever you want for a month” he said raising his brows at me

“Mmmm sounds enticing” I said

“I’ll do all your chores for a month” he said

“You sir have got yourself a deal” I said sticking my hand out to shake his hand

“There’s my beautiful girl” he said shaking my hand

Matt helped me clean my tear stained face, and then showered me with kisses all over my face, and wouldn’t shut up about how much he loved me.

Communication is key.

The End

I hope that this one was good as well🫶🏽🖤, and for the person that requested this I hope you enjoyed it 💋💋

-J💅🏽

A/N: Writing, makeup and filming are my favorite things to do🦋

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader

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ourfag · 5 days

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conversation topic: dogs in the city. tiny dogs that scamper and gallop bc their legs are so short. big dogs that can't possibly fit in an apartment. purse dogs. dogs in outfits. also babies in hats. actually just what's the convo when they r browsing a lovely farmers market. 💐 happy sunday hope the weather's nice where u r

ed: oh fuck me, look at that one

stede: which

ed: there. that. i’m—pointing with my fucking elbow, look—

stede: d’you want me to take something? i can carry—

ed: just—shut up and look at that fat little baby, look

stede: oh. oh my lord

ed: with the pom poms

stede: i see what you mean

ed: little fuckin—

stede: on his booties

ed, a full octave up: on his little booties look

stede: i love when they’ve got the hats that make them look like starfish

ed: is he supposed to look like a starfish?

stede: little points on his hat. starfish arms

ed: that doesn’t look like a starfish, it looks like a jester

stede: what? no it doesn’t. the points are sticking straight up, that’s a starfish

ed: how many starfish have you seen whose arms end in jingle bells

stede: i—

stede: the world is vast, edward.

ed: see i just think—

stede: must i be accountable for every species of starfish?

ed: —if there’s a starfish with jingle bells then you’re the kind of person who’s gonna know it off the top of your head

stede: i’m sure there’s one out there

edward: ok. is this like when i floated the idea of horse with wheels

stede: ……well, not—

ed: it’s practical, save the horse a lot of effort

stede: —it’s unlikely. it’s unlikely

ed: see that’s a useful feature. what’s a starfish gonna do with a jingle bell

stede: i don’t know! celebrate??

ed: doesn’t even work underwater

stede: maybe it just wants to feel fancy once in a while, you don’t think a starfish ever wants to feel fancy?

ed: spaghetti dog

stede: that’s—now you’re just hybridising

ed, pointing in an altogether different direction: no, look, there’s one of those spaghetti dogs, look

stede, following ed’s elbow to an italian greyhound: ooh spaghetti dog

ed: spaghetti dog

stede: that one’s got a jacket on. stylish

ed: didn’t you say starfish were carnivores?

stede: it’s houndstooth though. is that a bit too on the nose? sorry—

ed: no you have a point

stede: —what about starfish and carnivores?

ed: oh, just—if the starfish’s got bells, won’t its prey hear it sneaking up

stede: well you said it yourself, bells don’t really work underwater

ed: huh

ed: now you think about it that’s actually—that’s kind of depressing

stede: oh no

ed: sorry i didn’t mean to—

stede: no, starfish baby dropped one of his little pom pom booties, look

ed: oh shit—aw look at his little toes he’s gonna get cold

stede: should we go over? is that—would that be weird?

ed: i dunno, maybe, but like, also kind of badass?

stede: …badass?

ed: yeah like we’re starfish baby’s bodyguards or something. like we’re not gonna smother him but we’re just—

stede: on the outskirts, right? to make sure he won’t be mobbed for autographs

ed: right cuz he’s a celebrity baby

stede: but then when he needs assistance, we’re—

ed: “you dropped this, sir”

stede: and then he takes it, very businesslike, because he’s a professional

ed: and he understands what we’re saying because he’s a genius baby as well

stede: yes

stede: well—normal babies can do that too

ed: what, understand you?

stede: yeah. i believe so

stede: what? what’s wrong?

ed, in quiet horror: i have said so much stupid shit in front of other people’s babies

#this took a while bc my brains been moving around a little and now its two sundays later sorry 😭#thank you though! the weather HAS been nice it’s been raining a lot and the wetlands near where i walk is full of moss and skunk cabbage #i hope your day is wonderful too 🌸💕🧄#this whole farmers market convo is taking place while ed’s arms are full of alpaca yarn btw. he’s in the middle of a crochet era

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nikolais-eyepatch · 11 days

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THIS TOOK SO LONGGG IM SORRY U GUYS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS SHOULD I MAKE A PT 2??? <333 YOU GUYS PLS READ THIS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY BEST WORKSSS!! also thing is i had dazai in mind for this but then i thought that it might be ooc so the character can be anyone!!

warnings : murder, stalking, suggestive writing, two psychos in love <33 (i do not condone these actions outside of fanfiction)

word count : 3.291K

(credit to @tookio for the dividers throughout the story!! lace one!! )

In the dimly lit streets of the city, where shadows, secrets, whispers and crime had all intertwined. You would have never ever even thought about the fact that you would have met him. Handsome was an understandment, but beneath all that charisma lies a man that you had met that fateful night.

You had simply seen him...everywhere. he was quiet the talk. his name was well-known. but by each passing day the paranoia increased. you had seen his smile, it was so perfect. god even you had a slight crush on the man, who wouldn't?

just like everyone else you had fantasies too, i mean his skin was so smooth...it'd be a perfect addition to you're collection. Out of everyone you had seen he simply had this charm you've never even noticed in others. why not indulge yourself in these weird fantasies? i mean sure you wouldn't be acting them out, so what harm right!

As a detective it was normal for you to get off work late, helping others and solving crimes. The pay was quite good in honesty, that's the only reason you sticked around.

nothing really interested you when you think about it, from a young age everything was all, blank. You really couldn't give a shit about anyone. You were only doing your job.

So when you stumbled across him as you entered the alley and heard the sound of something gushing, was that the sound of... stabbing? You never had thought you would've found him. murdering the man who had asked for your hand, you wouldn't blame him. he was an nuisance.

in the dim lights the eye contact between you two was tense, until you had sighed and raised an eyebrow as the words stumbled out.

"you seem like a busy man tonight, sir." you say unbothered at the sight as you continue observing him, he was wet with blood, obviously, you note. the smell was unbearable, so was the sight...he really did a number on him.

his eyes twinkle with amusement, a devilish smirk playing upon his lips. "Indeed, I am. But fear not, dear detective, I hold no ill intentions toward you." His voice was smooth as he reassured you.

you simply stare at him confused as you decide to do what's best, "That's...fine by me, sir. Have a good night dear stranger." you brush off as you wave goodbye to him and continue your merry way back home.

you weren't bothered...? oh how happy he was! with a grin spread across his face reaching his ears he watched you turn the other way and walk away. thank god! He had his eyes on you for sososo long!! You never knew how much he had wanted to possess you, to claim her as his own, even if it meant succumbing to the darkest corners of his soul! You saw him murder...yet you didn't even react? you could have done anything! gone to the police- ran away- or even decide to do something since you yourself were a detective! but no! you didn't! this means something right? you kept his secret! he knows you will! who else would you tell? this is perfect...that means you agree to be his! i mean c'mon- you didn't even care! he confirms your the one- only one!!! such a Fateful night, gosh!!

your figure gets smaller and smaller as he watched you with a giddy attitude, forgetting all about the body just by his foot...he had wanted to court you...he couldn't have that could he? he did this for you! and you didn't even care much about him! your the perfect one!!!

he always had a yearning to understand his soulmate...who dares to walk the same path as him yet stands on opposite sides of the moral divider. now? he's gotten his answer

As the days passed, the memory of him lingered in your thoughts, a persistent thorn in his otherwise impenetrable psyche. Intrigued by his motives and everything, you had found yourself drawn to his presence, craving the thrill of her company...this was bad.

One night you had no idea how it had happened. some bitch had been getting on your nerves. next second you find yourself in the same alleyway you and that man had met, as you continue stabbing the woman, her face was disformed, her organs were showing as the blood spurted out, god...it felt so right. The greed taking over as you took advantage of her drunk-like state. If her face wasn't disformed from the amount of struggle she put in, maybe you would have used her skin to experiment.

you now see why killing was such a thrill, simply from hearing it from others at your work, to looking for clues, even going to crime scenes and asking witnesses, to reading such books at night before bed, and witnessing that man do a gruesome sin so casually?? you had given up. all the pent up amount of anger and frustration showing up as you showed no mercy to the woman under you and you continue making the same motion.

up, down, squelch, up. up, squelch, down, up. up, squelch, down, actions that were considered psychotic and you were against all going down the drain- you were a detective goddammit! why was this happening?? god you just-

you stop all actions as your moments falter at the sound of footsteps. turning your head to the direction you found him, standing there with a smirk.

you chuckle and soften your eyes as you say "dear stranger, we meet again." you say as you observe him, this time it was you who was covered in blood, him a witness to your deepest desires.

he had always questioned whether his feelings towards you were love or obsession....whether you'd get to live or die was depended on what he had thought of you. yet, seeing you in this light made him question his own motives.

"Once again, fate brings us together," he murmured, his voice cold yet amused. "I see our paths are destined to cross repeatedly." From the corner of his eye, he noticed your hand gripping the weapon tightly, a mask of determination etched onto her face. "What brings you here, my dear detective?" He asked, curiosity mingled with a slight bit of excitement.

"ah business, my dear stranger." you commented as you eye him up and down, you didn't really know if it was in attraction or disgust really, everything was too foggy in your brain.

rights confused with wrongs, left and rights, north and south, west and east, god it was such a ecstatic feeling!

a faint smirk graced his lips as he studied his dear, the veneer of his composure never faltering. "Business, you say?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "And what kind of 'business' requires the taking of a life?" His gaze shifted to the dead woman on the ground.

you were like him!!! he was so happy!! imagine the dates you could have since you and him were alike!! he wonders if you'll kill for him too as he has for you, his dear spouse!!!

"The usual, now we've both caught each other doing this act of....sin haven't we?" you say warning reminding him oh his own crimes as you cautiously look at him for any reactions as you clutch your knife suspicious at his motive.

The gleam in his eyes intensified, acknowledging the truth in your statement. He let out a soft chuckle, a sinister sound that echoed through the alleyway. "so it seems we share a common bond, after all. you and I, the hunter's. It is a curious coincidence, indeed." Pausing briefly, he continued, "But our roles do not define us, my dear detective. Shall we exchange confessions, or shall we continue our separate journeys?" he asked with a smirk.

god you don't get it!! he's so nervous! he's itching to hold you! please say yes! he'll actually die and drag you with him if you say no!!

after a few moments of silence you break it with a simple, "Shall we have dinner at mine?" you ask as you tilt my head in curiosity of his response.

he raised an eyebrow at the unexpected invitation, but there was no denying the allure of its audacity. There was something about you that piqued his interest, a challenge he couldn't resist. "An intriguing proposition, detective," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "I accept, under one condition. We shall share our darkest secrets over dinner, and I believe that you have tales worth hearing." With slow steps he walked towards you.

you have no idea what you do to him, your so perfect...he cant believe he had forgotten the ring at home. he'll make it up though, perhaps a night together? Would you enjoy that?

he walks towards you not to startle you as you stay put and clutch the knife by your side, once he reaches you he gently takes the knife out of your hand and holds it by his side,a small gesture to make sure you wouldn't stab him or the woman anymore. Speaking of, he continues observes the woman below the two. he knows your not dumb enough to leave evidence due to your experience, so he leaves it at that.

you speak up continuing the eye contact as you admit, "I don't have much stories, i can assure you that. This is my other darkest secret. The art of killing is quite fascinating, no? The motives, blood, shrill, everything." you sigh out in relief.

Oh? Quite amusing, no?

as you spoke, he observed you closely, noting the dreamy quality in your voice. There was a certain thrill in her words, a shared understanding that surprised him. "The art of killing..." he mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It is indeed a fascinating dance, a deadly waltz between life and death. But it is not merely the violence that captivates me; it is the web of motivations that drive individuals to such extremes. Tell me, what fuels your passion for it?" He asked, genuinely interested in her answer. he himself personally knew that beneath the surface of any killer, layered a story untold.

"My story..? I apologize but i'm not that quite fascinating. i simply wanted to feel the thrill and joy, i suppose that's what makes us different. Now dear stranger, care to have dinner with me tonight?" you remind him of the pervious offer as you start to get slightly impatient at the questions.

he nodded, accepting the change in direction of the conversation. "Very well, detective. Your reasons for your actions may not be as elaborate as mine, but they are yours nonetheless." he paused for a moment, considering her proposal. "Yes, I accept your invitation. Tonight it is." A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the anticipation of their meeting building within him. "Perhaps over dinner, we will uncover more about each other's motivations and the shadows that shape us." he says that more as a promise as the gaze in his eyes are tender yet filled with a look that makes you shiver...surprisingly.

you offer a hand for him, taking the offered hand, he felt the cool body temperature compared to his warmth.

His eyes flickered with surprise, but he hid it well. "You leave no trace, do you?" he remarked, his tone neutral. "a wise precaution, one that I respect." Turning to face you, he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, guiding her through the dimly lit alleyway. "Now, let us embark on this adventure you speak of. to uncover the shadows that shape us, we must first delve into the darkness that binds us."

his arm slides down her shoulder and instead their fingers entwined, the two walked side by side, an unlikely duo drawn together like magnets...

"your skin is so smooth, i'd gladly use it as a use for my future experiment, but for now i shall continue doing research." you note to him as you walk hand in hand to your apartment, a new unlikely bond forming.

he smiles as he stays quiet as he observes you take out your keys, unlock the said door to your apartment, and let him go in first, he does so as he steps in a couple of steps as he comments "Your home reflects your nature, detective. Cluttered yet organized, a testament to your duality."

you lock the door as you step in with him and guide him to the small table, oddly enough you had two chairs across from each other with a small round table in between.

he sits as you gesture for him to sit as his eyes simply watch you, never taking them off you or your figure...this is a dream come true for him, dear. you have no idea of all the nights he's thought about this, a fantasy now a reality.

you start by assuring him "I don't plan on having your head, rest assure my dear. I simply wish to enjoy the warmth of a dinner."

he gets even more ecstatic but doesn't let it show as his lips quirk into a small smile.

"Warmth, indeed. An appropriate word for the evening, don't you think?" he comments as he puts his cheek in his palm which is resting on the table as he tilts his head and continues smiling at you.

warmth, warmth?

in the small moments of chatting and such while you prepare dinner for two as he observes you continue talking about exchanged stories- tales of their past, their motivations, and the darkness that haunted them.

you set down the plates on his and your side as you sit in your chair and begin eating, silence overtakes the two as you continue enjoying the warmth of another person and the food which isn't as bad as the one's from the other days.

you start by saying "now when we first met, did you know the man you had killed my dear? He was planning on courting me the next day...but you had killed him" you say wiping your lips with a napkin to ensure you didn't look improper infront of your new guest.

his moments falter then he hides it with a smirk as his gaze locking onto you. "a twist of fate, then," he said quietly, setting down the fork for a moment to take a sip of the water. "Your intended suitor, replaced by an unexpected encounter with me. A interesting meeting that led us here, sharing a meal and confessions. Quite poetic, don't you think?" He resumed eating, his expression the same. "yet, I wonder, why did you not reciprocate his feelings towards you? Was there something about him that displeased you?"

he asked, curious about her feelings toward the man he had intentionally kiled yet he masks it up with curiosity wanting to know more about his dear,

"He simply...wouldn't approve of my ideals." you say as you shrug your shoulders as you put down your fork and admire the man across from you, the lighting right above the table highlighting his features, his eyes downwards as he focuses on eating, his face looking charming as ever, and him.

he meets your eyes as he then says "Ideals are a tricky thing, aren't they? They can either bring people together or tear them apart. And in this case, it seems like your ideals kept you from that fateful engagement." He pondered for a moment, then added, "Tell me more about these ideals, detective. What drives you to walk this dark path?" He wanted to understand you better, to unravel the threads that made you...you!!

As they continued their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly, each revelation painting a clearer picture of his dear sitting across from him.

with questions unanswered from your side, you get up as you collect both your and his empty dishes as you walk to the sink and rinse the plates with water before putting soap on a sponge and getting to work.

he watched you move gracefully about the kitchen, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his features. "You have a peculiar charm, detective. one cannot help but be drawn in by you." He mused, leaning back in his chair. "but I must ask, will you always be the hunter, or do you ever allow yourself to be hunted?" His question was gentle, yet persistent, encouraging you to reveal another factor about your life.

you decide to indulge in his charm as you answer "i can be anything you want, my dear," you say as you continue scrubbing the dishes not bothering to turn back and look at him as you continue your work.

his eyes never move off your figure as he starts by saying "perhaps...there is more to discover within each other than just our dark interests, dearest."

He stood up, crossing the room to stand behind her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he whispered softly into her ear, "And what of your fantasies, detective? Do share them with me, and I promise to fulfill them." His breath tickled her neck, a gentle reminder of his presence. The tension in the air thickened, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

you simply cherish his warmth compared to your coldness as you hum a tone enjoying the temporary- no forever moments between you two.

after a short while you say "our night that day i suppose was a fateful night, no?" you say moving for a bit turning off the faucet and then setting the plates. Afterword's, drying your hands then meeting his body against yours as you put your arms around his neck with a playful smirk.

he returned her smile, his own smirk matching her playfulness. "Yes, indeed, a fateful night-" he agreed yet interrupting himself, leaning in instead to brush a soft kiss against her lips. the kiss was a small one, simply enjoying the softness against lips as you seal an invisible oath.

he continues on "-One that will echo through our dreams and shape our reality. Your hands are clean now, but I fear, my dear detective, I may never wash off the stains of our shared past." He pulled her close, as if that was even possible as he and you enjoy the tenderness as his hand cups your cheek.

"in what way my dear? we have such a bond...our fondness could increase more, it'd be a shame if it went to waste." you say as you nuzzle closer to his hand on your cheek.

" I am merely a shadow, a whisper in the wind that brings forth change," he then plants a soft kiss at the softness of your neck below you jaw as he continues, "but for you? my dear, call me whatever you wish for tonight, i am yours just as if you are mine."

Their embrace lingered, filled with unspoken promises and desires. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a silent agreement to explore the boundaries of themselves to the fullest for eternity.

"care to spend the night, dear?" you ask, a simple question yet very obvious intentions.

knowing the answer yet he considered your invitation, his eyes never leaving yours. "I accept, under one condition: You allow me to learn everything about you, and share with me your deepest secrets." He whispered, his tone low and seductive. "only then can we truly merge our shadows, becoming one in the dance of darkness." His fingers tightened subtly, pulling her closer still despite the closeness.

"Then afterwords...do we forget about everything we had tonight? Or maybe...are you thinking of something else dear?" You ask hopefully as you push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Such forgetfulness does have its merits, but it would be foolish to discard the memories we create. Instead, let's keep them locked away in our hearts, to be revisited only for us." He leaned in, brushing his lips with yours as he continues holding your cheek tenderly.

This was more than mere attraction; it was a bond born of shared darkness and mutual understanding. He knew that this encounter would leave an indelible mark on them both, and he welcomed it. Their passion grew, fueled by secrets and desires, until they succumbed to the pull of the night, surrendering to the whims of fate and their own twisted dreams.

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wannabegwenstacy · 1 year

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Eden's Favorite Scoups Tumblr Fics

updated: 5/2/2023

A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)

A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.

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Terrifyingly Innocent by @twogyuu

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au (Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader's family aren't chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: PG-13, specific warnings will be listed per chapter.

Summary: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 50,301

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au, angst (with a happy ending)

Warnings: adult language, excessive use of petnames, copious amounts of banter, e2l antagonism/shenanigans, camboy!cheol, strength kink, size kink, blink and you miss it sir kink, reader likes being a brat and cheol is into it, brief discussion about/hints of potential sexual power dynamics (but they're pretty tame imo), two instances of ass-swatting, mutually consensual possessiveness, semi-public touching, explicit sexual content: masturbation (m. and f.), manual stimulation (m. and f. receive), oral sex (m. and f. receive), protected and unprotected sex + creampie.

Summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

baguette by @bwinnies

Pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: FLUFF , some cursing , food is mentioned (they’re in a grocery store) , seungcheol may make u kinda weak ngl

FINE DINING 101: STEP ONE (s.c) by @ncteez

Pairing: seungcheol x afab reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: pussy eating (he gets in there), masturbation in the form of humping the mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, there isn’t any penetration or anything but like– maybe in a part two they can actually do more??? idk it depends on if y’all want a part two.

Summary: Is it weird that no man has ever given you some good head and your best friend is a bit annoyed by that? Probably not. Is it weird that he offers to eat you out after a particularly bad date? Oh yeah, for sure. You’re still gonna let him though.

or the one where seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.

Remind Me by @milfgyuu

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Genre: fluff, humor

Warnings: mc gets drunk, cheol sleeps in underwear only (u can fight me on this), like one (1) unintentional innuendo.

Summary: You’ve had a little too much to drink at your sister’s wedding and can’t understand how or why Choi Seungcheol of all people is assigned to babysit you.

ice cold, cabin fever by @smileysuh

Pairing: Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader

Rating: 18+ explicit

Wordcount: 25.9k

AU's: e2l, s2l, step brothers Jihan, non idol, ski resort, roomies, etc...

Warnings: threesome, daddy issues, mean/tsundere cheol, wet dreams, spanking, marking, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, pain kink, dacryphilia, breast play, praise, degradation, fingering, oral, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, size kink, cumplay, finger sucking, spit roasting, hair pulling, voyeurism, | petnames: (hers) princess, bitch, whore, baby (s.coups) cheol, douche, dick, daddy (mingyu) gyu.

Summary/Preview: "come on, let’s just go back to snakes and ladders and you can pretend we’re not snowed in with no firewood and a dude you hate locked in the bathroom."

inflection point series by @lovelyhan

Pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

Wordcount: 6.3k + 8.3k + 7.6k

Tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

Warnings: | pt.2 : implied alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!) | pt.3 : graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

Summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

Bite That Lip | One-Shot (Seungcheol) by @beahae

Pairings: Seungcheol/S.Coups x Reader(f)

Rating/genre: M18+, friends-with-benefits to ???; smut 💖, mild angst/fluff

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, spanking, dom!Cheol and sub!reader, finger sucking, Cheol and Mingyu both lift and carry reader, reader wears workout clothes (sports bra, leggings), sorta sweaty sex, creampie, degradation, kind of breeding kink (depends what you consider a breeding kink to be), reader is referred to as ‘brat’ and ‘a hole’, pet name ‘baby’, begging, possessiveness/jealousy but it’s like hot and not crazy in my opinion, reader is a tease and brat but only before the smut lol

Summary: Seungcheol knows you're really close with his whole friend group. But now that things have... quietly been developing between the two of you, he would love it if you'd cool it with the heavy flirting with the other guys.

in the eye of the beholder by @cheolism

Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Wordcount: 6.2k

Tags: boyfriend!cheol, dom!cheol, possessive cheol. wall sex, fingering, oral; unprotected sex. worshipful sex. cheol's crude mouth, dirty talk. crying during sex from pleasure, mating press, spitting, hair pulling, consensual choking (just a little). pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart, angel, pretty girl, beautiful). simp seungcheol, his real spending addiction. he's going to tell you you're beautiful until you believe it.

Warnings: MDNI. fat/chubby!reader, insecurity, internalized fatphobia, anxiety. mentions of fatness, stretchmarks, love handles.

Summary: when you don't like how you look in the mirror, your boyfriend decides to take it upon himself to worship you.

F*ck, Marry, Kill: With the Experienced by @bitchlessdino

Pairing: fem!reader x ex!mingyu x seungcheol x wonwoo

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 5.6k

Tags: poly, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, pet names (princess), unprotected sex (except cheol), praise kink, spanking, clit slapping, fingering, oral (rec. and giving), u, pussy slapping, ass play, triple penetration

Summary: one dumb party game makes a comeback.

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rubywithecat · 1 year

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When you are drunk

-Eren, Armin, Levi, Porco, Reiner, Zeke, Erwin

(Slightly mature contents warning)

Eren

He would definitely carry you out from the bar and drives you back home.

When you guys arrives home you invite him in and he would not reject it. He will sit down as you shower and clean yourself from the smell of alcohol. He will try to act normal when you came out in your bath robe asking him if he wants some tea.

You could notice he is blushing so you apologize and went to put your clothes on but he grabbed your hands and laid you down in the sofa his strong hands on your waist. “You looks so hot princess” he said.

Armin

He would tell you to stop drinking cuz you are at your limit. But when you can’t stop, he would suddenly held your hands and stood up. “We are going back home, goodnight guys!” He said to other friends. “Armin! I am not done drinking!” You yelled him but he covered your mouths so you couldn’t speak and smiled at his friends to excuse.

He dragged you to his car and helped you with the seat belt. “You are so mean Armin” you told him but eyes closed, relaxing yourself on his Mercedes. He let out a soft smirk. “You wanna know how mean I can be, huh?” He whispered to your ears coming closer to you.

Levi

You came back home drunk and tried to cover up. “You are drunk right?” He asked. You awkwardly laughed. “Haha no way I would be drunk I just drank a little” you lied. He nodded looking you up and down. “Lies r not good u know” he said.

“Come on Levi I drank a little..much okay?” You tried to walk into the bedroom. He blocked you with arms and said “you need to clean yourself first before going to bed” You just ignored him cuz you r too sleepy. “Y/n you really like to test me” he pushed you on the kitchen table. “Levi what are you doing I don’t want this—” He kissed you aggressively. “Like I said lies are not good y/n”

Porco

He would be like “Go home yourself. I told you not to get drunk it’s your fault anyway”. But then he is so worried about you so he pretends like he has no choice. “Gosh..how would you go home being like this. Well then remember that you owe me one ok?” he told you annoyingly and drove you home.

“We got your home now get off the car I have tons of works to do” he said impatiently. You know he doesn’t mean all those and know exactly what he wants so you decided to tease him and grabbed his collar, pulling closer to you. “We are alone in this silent parking lot. Aren’t you afraid I will do smth to you?” You smirked. He looked at you in serious face.

You rolled your eyes in disappoint “You are no fun Porco” you said and opened the car door to get off but he locked the car. “What??” You looked back at him. He smiled not innocently. “I think I’m not the one who has to be afraid of in this situation ” he smirked and held your thigh.

Reiner

You had to go home with him cuz you can’t drive yourself home. He said “Make yourself home. Food are in the fridge and water is over there. Tell me if you need anything” he said and you nodded. Then he suddenly took off his clothes. You watched as you blushed.

He came closer to you and you didn’t know what to do. “Reiner this is my first time..” you were saying. He looked confused and said “Huh?” with his hand grabbing a tv remote behind you.

You were so embarrassed covering your face. “I didn’t say anything” you said shyly. He smiled and gently moved away your hand from your face and lifted your chin up. “Oh I didn’t know you want me to be your first. Don’t worry I will be gentle” he whispered.

Zeke

You were walking to your room back after drinking with your friends when you met him. “R u drunk y/n?” He asked. “No no I’m totally not drunk” you laughed. “Well you better not or you will be punished by superior if you can’t show up to tomorrow training” he said.

“I understand sir” you told him and excused yourself into the room but he held the door. “Are you sure you are fine?” He asked. “Look at you..your chin is so red. Do you want me to believe that you didn’t drink by looking like this?” He frowned. You looked away avoiding eyes contact. He pushed you against the wall and locked the door behind you then kissed you aggressively. “Tell me if you don’t want this” he muttered. You were silent for a while. “I do want this” you said.

Erwin

He would be listening when you were being talkative as you were drunk. He thinks your so cute when you drunk-talk. You suddenly became sleepy after all the talk and yawned.

He would carry you into your bed and said goodnight and kissed your forehead. You put your hands on his neck and pulled him back. “I want to sleep with you together” you told him. He smiled. “Anything you wish for, my queen”

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stonebutchstories · 1 year

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Tell Me More

Stone butch submissive top/ Dom butch bottom

Mathilda and Annie have been seeing each other for a while, but Annie has yet to make Mathilda cum. Since she’s never been with a stone before, Annie decides wants to learn about stone pleasure, specifically HER stone’s pleasure, and discover the kind of touch that does the trick.

Cw: penetration with fingers, oral stimulation, degradation, dominance, use of titles (sir/puppy), sexual language, overstimulation

“What are you thinking about?” I ask. Annie looks distant, staring out the second story window at the intersection below. This late at night, I know the streets get dead, so she must just be staring at empty asphalt. She’s been lost in thought the past few times I came over, and I’m starting to worry.

“Hm? Nothing.” She comes to sit next to me on my bed. I’m lying down, relaxing in between rounds. We’ve been at it like rabbits since that campfire, and I always end up taking a breather. I card a hand through her hair.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, I wanna know! what have you been thinking about?”

She scoots in beside me, curling herself against my chest. She slipped back into her clothes for a smoke a few minutes ago, and, of course, I never got out of mine. Our hoodie strings tangle together. She smells like Mavericks.

“Just-“ she chews her bottom lip. “Worrying.”

“Why?” I draw her head in closer to my chest, stroking her hair. She has such soft hair, and it calms the both of us.

“I feel like you don’t… like this. As much as me, anyway.”

My brow furrows. “Why would you think that?”

She shrugs. “I dunno, you just don’t… I don’t know.” She rubs her forehead. “Maybe I just don’t understand how you… work?”

“I’m not following.”

“I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever made you cum.” She looks to the side, a little ashamed.

It’s a fair assessment, I haven’t cum during our hookups yet. But that means something totally different to me than it would to someone else.

“Oh, that’s not a big deal! I don’t cum with partners very often. It’s sort of part of the whole stone thing, y’know? It doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it.”

“I guess, I only have my own frame of reference. If I had been dating someone as long as we-“

My eyes go wide.

“I mean. Seeing. Seeing someone.”

“Right. Right.” I smirk.

Annie’s been insisting we aren’t dating, but she lets it slip every so often. I wonder what she tells our friends about this relationship. I wonder if she uses that word when I’m not there. She may act like she’s too cool for romance, but late at night when I get up to go to the bathroom, she grabs my hand half asleep and says, ‘baby love, please stay.’ It feels decidedly non-platonic. I guess butches have to protect our hearts, but I’m dedicated to finding my way in, however long that takes me.

She clears her throat. “If I’d been seeing someone as long as you have and they never made me cum, I’d probably… I dunno, think less of them.”

“Oh, so, you’re just worried it reflects on you?”

She shrugs.

“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried you were gonna say you found me less attractive because I’m stone.” I kiss the top of her head and sigh. It really is a huge relief.

“What, do people say that?”

I prop myself up on my elbow. “Oh, yes. Very often. I’ve been dumped for being stone more times than I can count.”

“That really sucks, baby. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t dump you like that.” She kisses me on the cheek.

“Well, you couldn’t.” I smirk.

She looks quizzically at me, then it hits her. “Right, because we’re not- right. Got it.”

“Keep forgetting, huh?”

She rolls her eyes and shoves me. “Fuck you, I’m trying to go slow!”

I squeeze her waist tight to me. “Oh, but you just can’t HELP wanting to U-haul with me, you silly lesbo lover boy, you!” I ruffle her hair and she sighs contentedly. “Look at it this way- you’re absolutely my dream butch. I enjoy sex with you more than I’ve ever enjoyed sex with anyone else in my life. I just don’t cum easily. Not your fault. Nobody’s fault, really. And it doesn’t mean I don’t love having sex with you.”

She thinks for a minute. “But… do you want to?”

“What?”

“You said it’s hard to cum, not that you don’t want to. Do you want to, and I’m just not good at making you feel good enough to?”

“I-“ I stutter. I don’t really think of it that way. “I dunno. I guess I’ve never… I mean, I barely ever came even with other people. I got good at faking it though, once I knew they’d break up with me otherwise.”

She holds my face in her palms. “I don’t want you to fake it. I want you to feel good. If that doesn’t include cumming, that’s fine. If it does, though, I want to know how to do it. And just in general, I want to do things that bring you pleasure at whatever level you’re able to feel it.”

I pause. “I don’t know. You make me cum when I’m by myself pretty often.”

“By yourself?”

I look to the side, embarrassed. “When I’m touching myself, I cum from thinking about you.”

Her breath hitches and she tugs me in closer. “What have you been thinking about, puppy?” The change of name strikes me in my gut. We’re revving up, now.

I squirm. “You.”

“What about me?”

She sits up into my lap and I lean towards her, posture just like the night we first kissed. The memory of it tugs at my heartstrings and makes me throb in the same breath. She weaves the bridges of our noses together, gazing down at my lips. I know she’s thinking about kissing me, but I don’t have permission to lean in on her behalf. I can feel her breath on the nerves of my lower lip. I steel myself.

“How my fingers would feel inside you.”

“Oh?” She leans back, tugging my right arm into her hands. “How would it feel?”

“Um.” I stammer. “Really good.” I’m not as natural at this kind of talk as Annie, but I have my ideas.

“Yeah? You sensitive in your hands?”

I nod. “Very.“

She exhales her question, one eyebrow quirked. I can tell she’s thought of something. “Are you-“ she draws my right hand up parallel to her eyes, holding on by my wrist. “-Ok with this kind of touching?”

My heart hammers in my chest. I nod.

The corners of her mouth twitch up subtly, not giving me the satisfaction of a smile. Annie keeps holding my wrist still with her right hand, but traces with her left pointer from my elbow to my palm. She presses and splays my fingers apart with her own.

“Do you ever cum from the stuff you do? Like, from stuff that isn’t direct?”

I swallow. “You mean my strap?”

Annie lowers my wrist to lean into me closer. She drags her nose up the crook of my neck, chuckling.

“I mean your hands. Can you cum from your hands?”

I shiver. “I- I dunno. I haven’t tried.”

“Tried?”

I stammer. “Yeah, um. Cumming from stone stuff is different. It doesn’t just happen on accident. You have to be immersed, I guess.”

“Immersed.” She hums. Her lips graze the shell of my ear. “What does it feel like? Being immersed?”

I feel myself throb. Like that, I wish I could say.

“I have to go slower, but it feels really good. I focus on the touch and somehow I can move the place I feel it. Then it’s like my hand is - mmh-“ Annie is dragging her bottom teeth against my earlobe, firmness making me squirm.

She pauses when I stop speaking.

“Go on, puppy.”

“S-sorry. It makes it feel like my hand is my strap. Or, my dick. It’s all one feeling. And that can make me cum.”

She pulls away. “So, if I touch you like this-“ she drags a finger against my heart line, tracing the deep creases of my palm. My breath hitches, just enough to be noticed, but subtle enough that it’s clear I’m not faking.

“Wow.” Annie’s tonguing her molars, eyes alive with thrill. “That’s what you like, huh puppy?”

My eyes fall to the side. “Yeah.”

“Oh, baby, I don’t mean to embarrass you.” She pauses. “Well, that’s not entirely true. But I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just…” Annie touches between the pads of my pointer finger, featherlight and ticklish. I startle in my seat and suppress a moan. “Fascinated. I’ve never been with a stone before. Your body works in such interesting ways.”

I try to laugh. “I don’t know if I’m a good barometer for the standard stone experience.”

“Mmm, I don’t imagine you are. Not that that’s bad.” She traces the pad of her middle finger up my forearm.

“Palms up.” My hands tremble as I right them. Annie sighs. “Oh, very good, puppy.”

I bite back a whine. Annie traces the lengths of my forearms, stopping before the sensitive tendons on my wrist. My thighs tense and relax in a way that makes her bounce on my packer. Every feeling she gives me is a good one. She taps gently and works up and down, making the hairs there stand on end. “How is that?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and chuckle. “Hah. That’s- it’s stupidly good.”

She hums. “You’re so easy to work up.” Annie leans in and kisses my neck softly. My knees part on their own, letting her hips sink down further into my bulge. “Do you like being easy? Does it turn you on to be such a whore?”

“Annie, please.”

“Tell me more about how I’d make your fingers feel. When you’re inside.” As she speaks she brushes up the length of my pointer and ring fingers. Her touch travels up the nerves, along the veins. Proximal, middle, distal. One and then the next. With my eyes closed, I feel it in my cock.

“I don’t know how to describe it, it’s um. It’s soft. You-“ I pant. “You like to talk a lot. And make me talk.”

Annie hums, patting smooth my lapels. “Keeps us where were supposed to be. Do you not like it?”

“I don’t mind it, I just sound stupid when I try to talk dirty.”

Annie smiles into my skin. “Yeah, kinda. You ever consider that’s what I like about it? Hearing you mindlessly stumble over your words, trying to explain how good it feels to be fucking me?”

She rocks herself down into my hips. I want my hands inside her so badly.

“It’s soft.” I offer my best.

She draws my wrists towards her mouth, leaning in close. I can feel the heat of her cheek in my skin, and she parts her lips to whisper into the flat of my palm.

“Soft?” Her sibilance resonates across the nerves of my hand. I can feel the warmth of her breath. I gasp and pant.

“And warm.”

“Mmm.” She drags her lower lip up my heart line, breathing into me. Her teeth don’t touch my skin, but I’m orbited by my awareness of them, and of the soft wet fullness of her lips dragging up my splayed palm- fuck, she is so hot. “How warm?”

“Like, I can feel the blood rushing to it. And I can feel your pulse getting faster in it, too.”

“Faster where?” I can see the fingers of Annie’s free hand stroking over the fly if her jeans. “Here?”

I bite my lip. Her ring finger makes slow circles.

“Do those words embarrass you, puppy? I want to hear you say them.” I can feel the tip of her nose drag down my open palm as she speaks, hot breath continuously alarming the sensitive nerves in my hands.

I stumble in my confidence. Part of it is that there are a lot of words to use, and butches are always particular. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and upset Annie. And also, maybe she’s right, I’m a little embarrassed to say this out loud. But it is an exercise in her control- she puts fingers and objects and gags in my mouth as she sees fit, so why not a word too? She returns my attention to her movement, pressing a breath into the crease of my ring and pointer fingers.

“Which words would you like me to use?”

She traces the horseshoe of my jawline back and forth, scratching the patchy hairs on my chin. “Funny boy. I know you like the taste of cunt in your mouth. Say it. Where do you feel my pulse?”

I swallow. “I- like feeling your pulse in your cunt, sir.”

She tuts and shakes her head. “I don’t know here you keep getting this ‘Sir’ thing from, but it’s growing on me. I don’t know if I’d have more fun letting you say it or trying to break your habit.”

I whine and tilt back my head. Motherfuck.

She takes my diverted attention as a chance to drag her tongue up my forearm. Neither of us expects my reaction to be so intense. I nearly buck her off my lap. The shock of it overwhelms me, and I feel all the muscles in my body contract and glitter with tactile aftershocks. I moan so hard it comes out as almost a scream. She shushes me reassuringly and I try to pant my way back down to even breath. My hips buck into her in arhythmatic pathetic thrusts.

“Aww, puppy, too much? Is it too sensitive?”

It kind of is, but I don’t want her to stop. I wrap my free arm feebly around her waist.

“Jesus Christ.” I sob, pressing my forehead into hers.

“Did I hurt you? It kinda of sounded like it hurt.” She wipes tears from my cheek that I hadn’t noticed falling.

I shake my head, sweat plastering us together. My breathing has returned enough to string together a semblance of a sentence.

“Just- feels so. Fucking. Much.” I heave. “ ‘needa minute.”

“Aww.” She scratches my shaved sides affectionately. “You’re so sensitive, it’s adorable, puppy.” She caresses my face in her hands.

I lean the two of us back on the bed, my ab strength stuttering as we lower. I can feel the corners of the room tilting us in all directions. Sometimes, when it’s really good, I get this kind of vertigo, but it’s never happened from just touch like this. She lies down on my chest, stroking my hair.

We take a little break, and Annie does her best only to touch me where I have clothes on. Just my skin on hers feels a little too electric, and every time she brushes up against my arms by mistake my whole body contracts and I bury my face into her collarbone.

“Hah. Sorry.” I chuckle embarrassedly when my thoughts start to return.

“No, baby, I just wanna make sure you feel good. You don’t have to be sorry.” She kisses me on the cheek, just under my eye, and wraps her arms around me.

I sigh, still a little floaty, but not so overwhelmed.

“Can I- um. Have some more?” I feel my face go flush, and I extend my hand towards her mouth. She eyes me up and down and grins deviously.

“Say ‘please, sir.’”

I clear my throat. “Please, sir. Can I h-“

Annie cackles. “Oh my god. You actually said it. You little homosexual Oliver Twist.” She punctuates each sentence with a deep tongue kiss.

I get even redder, somehow. I wrap an arm under Annie’s waist and flip her under me, kissing back even harder and laughing. “Oh, fuck you. You made me so horny I forgot about Oliver Twist.”

“Who could forget! Who could forget that tragic little orphan twink?”

I swallow her laughter with our tongues and mouths pressed close together, and feel it kindling the fire between us. She crosses her ankles over my back and tugs me in, switching off between giggles and moans. I feel so soft and silly and sweet with Annie- vulnerable in a way I’ve never been able to be before. Being butch is sometimes a matter of projecting a persona. Only she has ever made me feel safe to drop that persona, and put the trust of my life and my body in her hands. For some reason, the fact that she doesn’t take that deathly seriously makes me feel at ease. We can be lighthearted and funny. We can take breaks when it’s too much. I love being here with her and letting her take the reins, knowing full well she’ll only ever lead me where we both can feel free and fulfilled. She pulls away, hips still gyrating into me as she speaks.

“I can’t lie, puppy, it really turns me on that I can fuck you so hard you cry.” She smiles darkly.

I bite my lip. “Mmh. Me too.”

“And I think I like this, if this is how I make you cum. We can definitely do this more often.”

I throb. “I’d like that, sir.”

Annie doesn’t correct me. She takes my hand in hers, gently, looking to me for approval. I nod, and she returns to her work, exhaling hot breath up and down my forearm where her wet tongue left a mark.

“Mm- I want you inside, puppy. I wanna make you cum while you’re inside.” She whispers in a sultry voice as her mouth travels up my forearm.

“Fuck. Fuck, I wanna cum inside you, too. Please.”

She presses the flat of her tongue at my wrist, just to feel my body bear down into hers. As my muscles tense and thighs clench, I feel her hips rutting into me.

“You get so- so worked up when I touch you.” She’s stammering her way through moans, speaking into the skin of my hand as she licks and sucks it. “Do you even realize you’re grinding your cock against me?”

“Annie.” I grip her waist hard into mine, rocking my hips back and forth. “Let me. Please.”

“I bet you don’t. I bet you’re too empty and horny from being touched, and you can’t even tell how good you’re fucking me.” She’s right. I’m so fucking empty and I don’t care how my body moves or voice trembles, I want my fingers inside of her. I wanna cum. I wanna make her mine.

She keeps on task, half-praising-half-mocking me even as my hips grind into hers faster and faster. I start to find a rhythm with my thrusts, imagining I was lining up my oversensitive fingers with her dripping cunt, breaching her one at a time and feeling that hot tightness surrounding each nerve. I could feel her pulse, her wetness, her softness, everything I love. The way her body contracts around mine. She’d murmur instructions in my ear, telling me I’m a good worthless little puppy boy. How I’m hers. How my hips would press my own wrist further and further in, back of my hand and front of my packer between us for me to helplessly rut against. God, I would cum in her so deep.

She coils a hand through my hair, tugging my head up to inspect it. I let her observe her full of me, sweating, stammering, and moaning. Brows knit as I concentrate on holding back my orgasm. I have to wait. I need to feel her inside. I have to feel it.

“Please.” I barely make a sound, shaking from exertion.

She roughly grabs my wrist, ignoring the hypersensitivity and licks up my palm with the broad end of her tongue.

My body reacts explosively. I sob and moan, legs clenching together and trembling fiercely. She was smart to grab my wrist so roughly, because my body tries to retract it away on its own, trying desperately to restrain myself from cumming. She keeps going, as my fingers seize and curl, sucking and flicking her tongue over my pointer and ring fingers. In this backwards stone way that only we understand, she’s go giving me head. And I can barely hold on as she edges me.

“Oh, god- oh, god, Annie- Fuck-“ I stammer. My abdominal muscles are contracting so tightly it feels like they’re going to pop. I can feel my boxers getting soaked through, my soft packer sliding up and down the length of me with each stuttering thrust.

She pauses, voice breathy and deep. “Getting your cock nice and wet for me. You ready?”

I can’t even answer with words, and I don’t try. I just moan for her.

“Go ahead, then.” She yanks me by the hair close to her, face to face. She revels in the tears and the flush and the panting. “Fuck me.”

I throw myself from her grasp and yank her by the belt loops ferociously to meet our waists. I cant wait any more, I have to fuck her. And I have my instructions now. I waste no time taking her jeans and boxers off and sliding my fingers in.

I growl when I’m all the way in. It feels like I’ve been imagining, like I’ve begged to get the chance to feel. God. Annie is so good. I press my hand further with my waist, the way I learned to fuck with my hips before I got a strap. It feels basic, primal- the kind of fucking you do when you weren’t planning and packing. The kind of fucking you do when harness be damned, you need to be inside her. Her cunt makes a squelching noise as her back arches completely off the bed. Sometimes it’s nice to see your sexy dom top butch at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the sensation you give. Pride in that look overwhelms me. I know I’m fucking her good, so I fuck harder.

“O-oh my god-“ she grabs my belt loops, pulling me as deep as my hands can possibly go. I curl my fingers gently against her g spot and her mouth flies open. She gasps so beautifully. For as much as she likes to whisper dirty talk into my ear, when I’m fucking her she just wants to moan.

I plant myself face first into her dripping needy cunt, because it’s not enough to just touch her. I need to taste and feel and hear her too. I need to be overwhelmed by the sensation of her.

“Fuck- Mattie-“

She never uses my name. I kind of love it. I pull her down further on my fingers by her shoulder. I may be a bottom, but I spent enough years stone topping to be incredibly gifted in this arena.

She whines and moans. “God, you’re fucking me so good, yes- yes-“ she wraps an arm around the base of my wrist and pumps it up and down, stroking my sensitive forearm in a way that makes my brain short circuit. With focus I can change where I feel sensation in my body, but I have no focus right now. I feel it fucking everywhere. Every nerve in my body is a s tender and electric as my cock right now, and the way she grabs me, pulls me, coats my tongue, clenches down on me- it all feels like I’m being fucked.

I flutter my two fingers, the tip of my ring finger grazing the back of her cervix. God, I’m in so fucking deep. She pulls my hair and whines.

“God, yes- fuck-“

I suck on her clit hard, tasting that tart and almost metallic wetness dripping from her. It tastes different from the rest of her cunt, tastes like getting closer and closer. Fuck, I get lost in the feeling of her on my mouth, now, too. A little stiff and so velvety and soft, she wants it so bad. Her thighs clamp against the sides of my head, smooth soft hairs brushing my neck and shoulders. Every nerve in my body is alive. I can feel it all. The room spins faster ever second.

“Fuck- baby- Ah-“ She pants, voice high and breathy in that way she only is when she’s at her limit. God she sounds so fucking hot.

I press my forehead into her soft belly, feeling the thump of my fingers inside her and the wetness drip from my mouth. “I’m gonna cum inside you baby.”

She goes rhapsodic, screaming please-please-please as she throws back her head and thrashes her spent body around me. I brace down against her hard, feeling her walls contract and throb as her orgasm overtakes her. Fuck. Fuck-

I wrap my arm around her back and pull her even further into me. I need to cum inside her so fucking deep. Oh my god. My body trembles. I’m full of electricity. My body is glittering at every touch and noise and- fuck. My hips and my packer and my fingers and my mouth, all of it cums at once.

The room is all the way upside down when I hear her voice again, gently cooing “Breathe, puppy.”

I try, unaware I had stopped. I’m gulping down shallow breaths of cool air. When did the room get so cold? Why is it spinning around the axis of the beautiful, wonderful butch who just made cum so hard I cried?

Annie is stroking my hair. I had finished with my face down at her hips, so I look up at her from where I’m lying.

“Hi.” She smiles. “You okay?”

I give a limp thumbs up. I’m still passed out on her bare skin, but way too out of it to move on my own. She drips off my chin.

She scratches my cropped hair just behind my ear. “You’re so cute. You get so stupid when you cum.”

“Uh-uh” I shake my head, bonking her bare thigh. “M’ stupid before I cum, too.”

Annie laughs, dragging my towards her for lots of little kisses. I flip myself over onto my back. I prefer my partner to be lying on me, the pressure of their body just feels nice that way. She snakes our legs together.

“You’re so haaandsome. You got cum all over you but you’re still so haaaaansome.” She nuzzles her forehead into my shoulder. Such a sap, this guy. Would never have guessed from all the academic posturing and tough butch persona.

I roll my eyes. I’ve never been good at taking compliments. “You too.”

“Hey, um. Matt.” She hides the bottom of her face in our mess of arms and hair and body.

“Hmm?”

“Can we be dating now?” She looks away, embarrassed.

“Aw, we’re you waiting to make me cum to ask me?” I kiss the bridge of her nose. “We have been. I was waiting for you to notice.”

She buries her face completely in my chest. “So are you my boyfriend, then?”

“Woah! Whatever happened to taking it slow? That skips like, two steps in one!” I kiss her forehead, grinning.

“I meant what word do you prefer.”

“Still, though. That’s a bigger commitment than dating.”

“Well maybe I’m tired of not being committed to you. Maybe I just like you a whole stupid lot. And I want you to be my girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or partner I guess. As long as you’re not anybody else’s.”

“Boyfriend.” I smile. “Boyfriend works for me.”

We fall asleep there, and when I get up later in the night she doesn’t have to pretend to be asleep when’s he says ‘baby love, please stay.’ And so I stay.

#stone butch #stone lesbian #butch4butch #lesbian nsft #butch nsft #nonbinary lesbian #transmasc lesbian #my text #butch lesbian #spent smoke…. 2!#seriously I love these chars and their whole dynamic #also wanted to write something about stones having different ways of feeling pleasure #I feel like we forget that there’s other parts of the body that can be stimulated besides genitals #and for some stones it feels way better than genital stimulation ever could #anyway. hope u enjoyed. I’ll be back with more soon so give me recs pls

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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when you’re a really good girl, eddie let’s you cum from steve’s balls rubbing on your clit while leaving a vibrator inside you. he’d just sit and watch while jerking himself and playing with his own balls. “sir please please i need more! want you in my mouth please can i suck on them?” “don’t be greedy baby, this is your reward, but Stevie could turn it into a punishment real quick, isn’t that right?” “cmon eds, she was a good girl, isn’t that right honey? you were so good?” “yes daddy, so good!” and then eddie would punish you and steve, and you’d be all “please daddy tell him no, i need to cum!” and steve would reply, “you know i can’t do that honey, or daddy wont get to cum either, and i know you want daddy to cum”

i’m OBSESSED with steve being daddy (soft dom) and eddie being sir (mean dom) and eddie is like the one in charge, but they’re both in charge of you because you’re just so subby and small ughhh

BEGGING U TO ELABORATE

soft daddy steve n mean sir eddie make my head fuzzy u don't understand

eddie making you hold your legs wide while steve ruts his thick cock between your sticky folds. you feel his heavy sack, squishy and full, rubbing against your clenching asshole and you whine.

eddie loves to watch, leaning against the headboard and watching the way steves ass flexes whenever he sways his hips forward to slide against your pussy. he's squeezing himself to stave off from coming because the sight is so hot.

you just wanna cum, but eddie knows how off the rails you get when you're edged so when you beg for him to let steve fuck you, to let you suck him off he just shakes his head.

"uh uh, baby. you can take it, know you can."

steve isn't much help, because he's a good boy, and whenever you move your hips to try and catch him against your little hole he shifts back and grips your hips. "daddy, please."

he shakes his head, hair falling across his forhead. "can't. just be good, honey. you'll get daddy's cock soon, okay? just let me use you for a bit."

#ask #steddie x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #eddie spaghetti

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Dramatic Irony

Alpha!Prince!Shoto x Omega!Reader

➤ You’re new to the castle. You’re a servant and have to learn all the things all the other omegas already know about. Like the fact of how nice, usually, the Prince is, and all the things he does for the omegas. But sometimes no matter what someone may think or want, feelings always lead you in the direction you’ll actually go

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Warnings⚠️: a little suggestive (heat/rut stuff. no actual smut), non consensual touching, kinda creepy shoto? (He watches you sleep), a touch of non-con if you squint super hard (you were asleep and woke up)

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Being tired isn't an excuse. Sure, you're tired, exhausted, and wanting a break, but you couldn't risk it. What would the king think? He'd just brought you in as a servant. He saved you, and you couldn't risk him sending you off again. So, you sucked it up. You kept working. No matter how much your feet hurt. How much your arms ached, you kept working.

You've only been in the Todoroki Castle for about two days, yet, the dress they gave you is dirty, grimy, and ruined from all the work. Currently, you're on your knees, scrubbing at the stove from dinner tonight. You always cleaned the kitchen, and of course, on the day you needed sleep most, Makkari burned dinner, remaking it for the castle family and leaving you to clean the rest.

You finish, feeling the ache in your knees and legs as you stand with a groan, dusting off your dress as if it would even help and putting your tools away. Once finished, you let out a breath, not being able to help the slight smile that crosses your lips when you think of how much closer you are to being able to rest for the night.

Your nightly work isn't over, but as a routine, you'd clean the kitchen, check the dining hall to make sure it's spotless, then do your nightly walk of the castle halls to make sure there's nothing else needed, and only then do you go to bed.

That's what you've done the past two days. Sure, you're new, but it works, and you're happy with it. It's one of the easiest things you get to do while you work for them.

The dining hall is clear, perfect, so now you only need to make sure everything else's clear, and you can go to bed. The only thing you didn't count on is King Enji walking through the halls too. Being lost in your thought, you don't notice him as he approaches you.

"Why're you not with the other omegas?" It's not his voice that snaps you from your thoughts; it's his scent. It's strong, probably the strongest in the castle, so it pulls your omega brain to attention.

"U-uh- what do you mean, sir?" you ask, looking up at him. You'd only seen him in person since you'd been in the castle about three times. Once when you first came, the other two times in the dining hall, the others were quick in passing, but now you can see him full, right in front of you. You can feel the intimidating energy spilling off of him.

"My son has all the omegas retire to his room for his nightly rituals. Were you not called?"

"Oh, um, sorry, sir, I wasn't aware," you say, nodding your head and turning to head toward the bedroom you knew belonged to his son. But what could he want with you? Not only you but all the omegas? You didn't understand, King Enji wasn't specific, and the way he worded whatever you're walking into makes your imagination run wild.

Prince Shoto is the youngest but favorite of King Enji's. He's a strong alpha, handsome, and loved by many, but he's quiet. Nobody knows what goes through his mind. He's intriguing.

The walk toward his bedroom is tedious. What were you walking into? Was he going to force you into whatever "routine" the king was referencing? Did he not tell you on purpose? What if he doesn't like you and doesn't want you there for a reason?

You don't come up with any answers by the time you make it to the alpha's door. You take a slow breath, raising your hand and knocking, waiting for a response.

You're not sure what you expect when the door opens, but it's somehow definitely not a smiling Makkari. "Y/n! Come in, come in, finally! I wasn't sure if you were going to show up," she says, walking you further into the room.

"I- uh, wasn't sure if I was welcome." You look around the room, all the omegas from the castle, even some you haven't met, chilling around Prince Shoto's room. Some were talking in chairs, others are on a couch, and some are eating. But everyone is smiling and happy.

"Well, of course, you are! Prince Shoto welcomes all omegas here." Shoto's room is like a whole section of the castle. It has rooms within his room. When you first walk in, it's the sitting area, chairs, couches, tables, everything following the white and gold color scheme. There's another door. You can guess it's his bathroom, and then another cracked open, showing you see it's his actual bedroom.

"Make yourself comfortable. Basically, Prince Shoto lets us stay here every night and do what we want as a courtesy. He's not in agreement with how much we work and get treated, so this is our time to rest and be ourselves," Makkari says happily. "You can put your scent collar over there." Makkari points to a pile of scent collars. The king forces all the omegas to them; so your omega scent isn't spreading through the castle. She gives you one more smile before turning to walk back to sitting in the small group she'd been in, her, Haki, and Nami playing a game.

You scan the room for a moment, thinking of what you want to do with whatever time you have left. Your eyes land on the bedroom again. For the time being, you'd forgotten how tired you are, so the second your eyes land on the bed, it's like an invisible force pulls you toward it, and before you know it, you're slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside the room.

Like the rest, it has a white and gold color scheme. It's smaller than the other area, only having his king-size bed, a large window, plus two doors, one being his closet, and the second you weren't sure since you already knew his bathroom was outside of this room, but now wasn't the time for trying to figure that out.

If circumstances were different, and you weren't so tired, Shoto's alpha scent not being so strong it's making you not think, you probably wouldn't have settled into the alpha's bed so carefree. Plus, tho Makkari said Shoto let you guys here for rest. She didn't say he'd given any rules. Surely, he won't be upset if you take about an hour and a half nap? Right?

It takes no time for you to crawl onto the bed, finding a towel first to lay on, not wanting your dirty dress to ruin his royal blankets. The mattress is like feathers, the most comfortable cotton you could ever lay on in your life, nothing compared to the worn coat where you usually sleep. You're slipping to sleep within seconds.

Shoto did have an actual nightly routine that wasn't only for the omegas. He'd spend time either in his den or walking around the garden, all while the omegas have time in his room, and after the two hours, he'll come back, and everyone be on their way. Tonight, he's in his den, so when he exits and sees you curled up in his bed, he's confused, but everything melts away when he sees you.

Usually, all the omegas stayed in the outside area, not going into where his actual bed's located, but here you are, curled up and spreading your scent all over his sheets. His instincts want to let you stay there, his inner alpha telling him to let the omega rest, but he knew he couldn't. You're just the new omega, it wouldn't look good, but he does like your scent a lot.

He quietly walks toward you, putting his hand on your shoulder and gently shaking you. You let out a small groan, beginning to stir before your eyes open. "Hey, Y/n, Prince Shoto's- oh," Makkari pushes open the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him already in the room.

When the omegas stay in his room, Shoto's scent's so strong that they know it's time to go when he gets closer to the room, and they can smell his scent, or in this instance when he comes out of his den, which has a pheromone blocking door.

Makkari bows her head. "Sorry, Prince Shoto," she motions to you, "she's new. I will inform her not to enter your sleeping corridors again." By now, you're awake and starting to sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room.

Shoto feels you moving under him, bringing his attention and making him pull his hand from your shoulder. He shakes his head. "There will be no need for that. It's alright. Have a good night," he smiles and nods to you both, turning to his closet and disappearing into it.

"Come on, Y/n. We need to go and give the prince his space back," Makkari says, putting her hand out for you and urging you to hurry. You take it, sliding from the bed and going with her toward the door. When she opens it, you notice almost all the rest of the omegas are gone, having cleaned up and left no trace, the ones that're still there heading toward the door and waiting for you and Makkari.

Even though you only stayed once, that was the best sleep you ever got. This' the first time you have seen Prince Shoto in person. You've smelled his scent from afar many times, but this time was the first time you were so close. You weren't sure what to expect going to his room. King Enji made it seem like he involved all the omegas in some orgy or something.

You have to admit, the thought of being able to rest at the end of the day did keep you going. You're tired, but knowing you have something to look forward to keeps you going with your work, no matter how much your limbs ache.

The next night, you know your plan. This time you don't miss the call all the omegas get when it's time to go to Shoto's room. You bring your own blanket, prepared this time to nap and, again, not ruin his blankets. You and all the omegas walk toward his room, and when you push open the door, everyone has the same look of confusion on their faces. Everyone smells Shoto's scent stronger than usual, meaning he's somewhere in the room, but usually, he'd be gone by now.

Everyone starts filtering through the room, cautions, but still doing what they always do for their two hours. You separate from Makkari, heading directly toward the bedroom you'd been in the last night. When you open the door, you come face-to-face with Shoto, standing next to his bed.

"O-oh, Prince Shoto, I-I'm sorry, I'll leave you," you turn and go to leave but are stopped by his voice.

"No. Come in. I wanted to speak with you," the prince says. A wave of nervousness flows through your veins as you step back into the room, awkwardly standing there, waiting for him to talk. "Nobody else had made an attempt to come in here, but now that I see you want to, I thought I'd make you a place for you when you'd like to nap," he motions next to you, and you turn to see a couch that wasn't there the previous day.

"Make yourself comfortable. I thought it'd be a better alternative than you using my own bed.” The couch is huge but bigger than a normal one and has more than enough room for you. It looks just as comfortable as any expensive bed. "Let me know if it's not to your liking. I'll get it replaced." Shoto smiles and nods to you, turning and opening the door to his den, disappearing into it for the next two hours.

You don't see him much after that. You smell his scent around the castle but don't see him. Night by night goes by, and you sleep on the couch, not a care in the world.

One particular night, you're asleep and wake randomly. You try to get comfortable again, not sure how much time you have before you need to go again. As you try to get comfortable, a scent catches your nose. You lift your head and look, finding Shoto standing across the room, his den door wide open.

You sit up, thinking it's time to go by now. You push yourself up and grab your blankets in your arms, turning to Shoto with a smile and bowing your head. "Thank you for the couch. I never got to say that. It's lovely and comfortable."

Shoto doesn't answer, only standing there staring at you. After a few seconds, you realize how different the prince looks. His cloak shrugged off his shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned and showing the sweat rolling down his chest, and then you smell his scent. His intoxicating, strong, alpha scent, he's in rut.

A wave of realization runs through you, and you stiffen, your eyes darting to the door. "I- uh, I'm sorry, I can go." Your voice is quiet, and frankly, you're a little scared. You turn and head toward the door, slowly walking to leave, but before you can, suddenly Shoto is in front of you, and you are slightly startled at how fast he got across the room.

"Where are you going, omega?" he speaks lowly, his warm fingers running down your arm.

"Prince Shoto, I don't think it's proper for-"

You're cut off by him slamming his hand into the wall behind you, leaning his head down toward your scent glands, and breathing in your scent. "Who cares about being proper?" Shoto leans closer and starts kissing down your neck, sending shivers through your body.

"Sh-Shoto, I-" you're shaking with fear now. You can't come up with words, and the first thing you can think of is to put all your strength into pushing him away, which is what you do. The second he stumbles a few feet back, you run for the door, opening it but immediately stopping when you see all eyes on you.

Makkari runs up to you first. "Y/n! What's wrong? What happened? We can smell the prince's rut from out here. Are you ok? Usually, he stays in his den while on rut. You smell scared. Did he hurt you?"

"I- I'm ok," you stutter. You start hearing shuffling behind you and another wave of fear through you, and before you can say anything, your legs automatically start moving to the door, and soon, you're all the way down the hallway, heading to your own sleeping corridors.

After that, you stay away from the "nightly routine." Makkari told you the prince's ruts usually last a week, so you stayed away for a week. Sure, you miss the couch, but you're far too scared to go back while he's in rut.

People told you countless times alpha's in rut are dangerous, plus ones with status are known to force their way to many omegas. You figure that's why the king thinks what he thinks. King Enji thought his son got all omegas in his room every night to indulge in his instincts. While that's not true, no matter how nice an alpha can be, his rut changes him.

However, like clockwork, your heat starts on the last day of Shoto's rut. It's all normal. You stay in your room and try to keep your mind occupied. While it's the first heat at the castle, it's the first heat you can't control. Usually, you can force the feeling down, but now, it's intense, burning sensations through all your limbs that you can't ignore. You can only lay on the cold floor of your small room whimpering, tears in your eyes, feeling terrible.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think legends were true about alphas and omegas, how your inner alpha or omega can know their perfect match before you even know it, you could fall for someone before your own mind caught up, but that's ridiculous.

The legend would say the heat/rut would be intense and dreadful, but you refuse to believe it. It can't be true. Your heats were always bad since you've never had an alpha, nest, or something to be comfortable with, so it's no surprise your heat is gradually getting worst. For now, all you can do is dread the worst to come.

After it finally passes, it's back to work, with no time for anything else. You're on your way to the dining hall when you walk by King Enji's chambers. You can hear him arguing with the prince.

"But, father-"

"No! Shoto, I don't want to hear it. It needs to happen!" his voice rings out through the room.

"Father, it's wrong. That'd be forceful. It's not right."

"You cannot become king without an omega, Shoto! What will you do? Stay a prince for your whole life? Give up your throne to your brothers? Or how about your sister? Are you trying to embarrass me by doing that?"

"This has nothing to do with that! The only reason I'm becoming king is by your word. And I will not mark Mrs. Y/n. She's a servant and has no reason to see me that way. I will not force her into anything."

"That's the point, boy. She's a servant, and you would be offering her a better life and riches. Who is she to refuse?"

"The omegas shouldn't get treated as they are in the first place," Shoto mumbles, but still loud enough for you to hear.

"Watch your mouth, son. This' my kingdom. The servants should be happy with what they get. And you should be glad I'm not shutting down your little 'nightly operation.'" Shoto gets quiet. "Yeah, I know about that. You think I wouldn't? I know everything that goes on here."

Shoto's eyes fall to the floor, and he speaks through his teeth. "How?"

"Natsuo was in the hallway a few nights ago after your ordeal during your rut. He saw Ms. Y/n run out of your room, and when the rest of the omegas left, he asked what happened." Shoto sighs. "And by all means, Shoto, if anything like this happens again, your ordeal will be shut down. Natsuo wasn't specific about what goes on every night, but if anything like this happens again, it's over, no more, and that is final. Understood?"

Shoto nods reluctantly. "Understood."

"Good. Now get out of my sight."

Shoto storms from the room, fortunately, not entering through the area you're listening from, letting you continue on your way and think about what you just heard. King Enji wants the prince to claim you. Shoto was clear he didn't want to since he won't want to "force you," but you knew it was probably cause you were a servant, even if he didn't just out and say it.

Sure, he's handsome, kind, and obviously cares for people, but you knew you couldn't be with him. If you ever let the thought even cross your mind, you'd be giving yourself false hope and wanting something you knew you couldn't have. He said it anyway; you're only a servant, not some princess from a far land.

Over the next few days, things slowly change. You start going with the other omegas at night, but nothing you do steals away the tired feeling you keep. Day after day, you drag more and more, and soon, you can barely finish one task.

You're not the only one who feels the change. Throughout the day, Shoto gets more aggravated with the little things. Someone could think it was only his rut, but it'd passed, and yet he's still mad, yelling when his father pisses him off, and barely able to control himself anymore.

"Hey, Y/n?" Makkari comes from behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"Hm?" You slowly blink at her turning your head. You'd been walking toward Shoto's room, but it's taking a while since you're moving so slowly.

"The prince went into another rut earlier today. I figured I let you know so if you'd rather stay away..."

There's no part of your brain thinking clearly. If you didn't feel the way you felt, there's a possibility you would've said no, but now, all you can do is keep moving. "No, no, I'm fine," you assure her, continuing on your way. Your blanket is wrapped around your shoulders, draped over your dress, and you make it to his room, immediately collapsing on the couch, your eyes closing, the alpha scent in the room calming your nerves.

Another thing your tired brain wasn't thinking of is that you know Shoto can smell you. You know he's in rut and more aggressive, not his usual good and genuinely caring self. You're asking for trouble coming back to the room while he's in rut, especially since Makkari explained how Shoto's den door is scent-blocking but only blocks scent from coming out, not in. That's why what happened the other night happened. And not only that, if you were thinking, you'd realize Shoto definitely isn't due for another rut, and again, maybe legends were true.

Something else the legend says is when you supposedly find the match, the alpha's rut will become more frequent. If you were in your right mind, you'd notice and start taking legend into consideration, but now, you're not. And neither is the prince. All he can think about is how much his alpha is growling at him to mate, breed, and claim.

And if he were in his own right might, he'd realize his alpha was growling to claim you.

Something wakes you while you're asleep. You force your eyes open, but a whimper is forced from your through when you feel a sensation on your scent gland, and when you open your eyes, you realize it's Shoto. He's licking down your neck like he's trying to drink your scent.

"Your scent is intoxicating. Ya know that, omega?" Shoto groans, sticking his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, and letting it drag his instincts.

You smell his scent around you, and the drag you'd felt evaporated. You slowly exhale but inhale his scent, dragging your hands up through his dual-colored hair as a burning sensation spreads down your body. You feel Shoto's lips attach to your neck, making a quiet moan escape your mouth. He's dragging you down into a heat.

Before anything goes further, the door flies open, revealing Makkari, Nami, Haki, and all the other omegas. "Hey! Get off her!" Even though Makkari tried to sound mad and threatening, the call came out as a worried stutter. It doesn't matter how many omegas are there; it's an alpha in rut, this' dangerous.

Shoto ignores them, keeping his face buried in your scent. While he's distracted tho, two of the omegas run and push Shoto off you, making him flop onto the couch, and before he can get his bearings, Nami and Makkari pull you from the room.

Makkari does her best to take care of you, but it's no use. Anyone who knows about legends would understand while you're this far down into the rabbit hole, only the alpha of your choice could help, whatever alpha you're matching with that's making this all happen.

After that, things only manage to go down further for you. You're totally incapable of doing any of your work, but fortunately, Shoto vouched for you to the king, and he said you have a few days to recover from your "sickness." Except, omega depression doesn't go away in a few days. But nobody knows you're starting to go into a depression, it was only a matter of time, and you would know, but your mind's focused on other things.

Once again, you're sleeping in Shoto's room, but you're getting watched. Shoto is watching you. After everything that has happened, he's intrigued by you, and if he ever were to try to court you, it's not like you'd say no. He knew that. He's the prince. Sure, it's a little cocky, but it's true.

Shoto's focus on you breaks when he realizes the other omegas are getting ready to leave, and he knows they'll come for you, so he acts first. He walks to the door separating the room you're in from the sitting area and looks for Makkari, but she walks up to him before his eyes fall on her. "Prince Shoto," she bows, "we'll be going soon. I'll collect Y/n." Makkari goes to move past him, but he stops her.

"There will be no need for that. I noticed Ms. Y/n was a bit under the weather. I don't mind her staying here an extra while for rest."

"Oh, um, ok." Makkari is surprised and reluctant to leave you with him. You're her friend, but he's the prince. There's nothing she, or any of them, can do.

Once they leave and you're alone, Shoto looks at you again. His heart jumps when you start stirring, and part of him is scared you'd insist on leaving when you wake up. Automatically, his body pushes out calming pheromones, making sure you fall back asleep. He watches your body relax, your eyes stilling again, and he smirks, walking to pull a chair over next to the couch -so again- he can watch you more.

It's hours later, and you finally start waking, and for the first time in a while, you feel refreshed, not dragged and tired like before. You sit up and look over, noticing the prince watching you from his seat.

"Oh- Prince Shoto, I'm so sorry. I must've overslept," you start to scramble and try to get up.

"No need, it's ok," Shoto speaks gently, eyes scanning you. You shift, unsure under his gaze, waiting for whatever he wants to say cause he obviously wanted to say something. "I had a question for you," he finally speaks up, and you nod. "Do you have a nest?"

Shoto knew many things about you and the other omegas. He knew the only item you had that's "yours" were the clothes the king gave you. He knew you spent most your nights on a cold floor, somewhere highly unfit for an omega, so depending on your answer, he'd know if this treatment would slowly kill you.

"I've never had one, no, never had time or nearly enough provisions for one," you tell him.

His eyes fall on the many blankets around you, way more than for only keeping you warm, you'd slowly, probably unconsciously, been making a nest with his things, and he knew that, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I'm sorry, if I took too many of your things, you can have them back," you mumble, toying with your fingers.

"No, it's ok, truly. I think things should definitely change around here."

Shoto was serious when he said that, and by the next morning, he'd somehow convinced the king to change things for the omegas. He got them new and clean beds, not coats, to sleep on, plus access to blankets and pillows for nesting, and personally saw to that the omegas wouldn't get worked as hard as you are. You're servants, but you don't have to be treated so poorly. The castle should be happy about what you guys do.

"Y/n?" Shoto comes to you while you're cleaning the kitchen, and he can't help the smile that spreads on his face when he sees you in clean clothes, not looking tired and worn.

"Yes, Prince Shoto?" you turn to him.

"If I may?" he brings his hands from behind his back, showing them to you, a necklace, "I'd like to court you."

"Oh! Shoto! That's beautiful." You look at it and then back up at him. "M-me? Why?"

"I've come to take a liking to you, Ms. Y/n," he says, a shy smile on his face.

You smile and nod. "I accept."

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