#vision smut

[alohastyles-x]

Can I please have a Tony stark x reader or Scott lang x reader or Vision x reader ZombieAU? Either one works! Thanks:) take your time babe!!

omg yes, I'm so sorry this took a bit to write, I wanted to make sure I got down Scott's personality hehe <3 I absolutely loved this concept, and I hope you enjoy where I took this! big shout out to @atlaese and @theyear1980 for help :)

Zombified - marvel

*lets pretend this gif is from the mcu lol*

Pairing: Scott Lang x Zombie!Tony Stark x Zombie!Vision x reader

Prompt: While camping out in a convenience store, Character A watches as a frightened Character B bangs on the glass, trying to make it past the blockade that Character A put in front of the door. Character A can just barely tell what Character B is saying: “Help! Let me in! They’re coming! [ pretty sure this one is from @deity-prompts ]

Word Count: 3.5k

warnings: descriptions of violence and gore, horror story,

this story is apart of my house of horrors event!

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Silence filled the musty air as you leaned against the wall, rifle in hand. There was a shifting outside and in the atmosphere surrounding you. What was once peaceful was now unnerving, shadows dancing out of the corner of your eye. Your heart raced as footsteps were heard outside. They were running, gaining speed and getting closer to where you sat. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath before making sure the rifle was loaded and cocked, waiting to be used. Your hand rested delicately next to the trigger as you aimed the gun up towards the front doors of the convenience store. 

You had already blocked the doors off with heavy furniture left behind and cut the electric cords so the automatic opener feature wasn’t working. This had eased your mind, knowing you had the upper hand. Now all you had to do was wait, wait for the perfect shot… whoever was outside was getting closer… and closer… until a figure appeared disheveled in front of the door. His fists rose and he began banging on the door furiously. 

“Hey! Let me in! Please! There’s this... god, what is that? This thing after me. What are we calling them? Zombies? Yeah that!” He shouted. You recognized his voice- it was Scott Lang, otherwise known as Ant Man, one of the newer Avenger recruits. You lowered the gun, staring at him in disbelief. 

Okay pause- you’re probably wondering what he’s talking about. Zombies? Seriously? Get real, right? Unfortunately, his description is very, very accurate. 

The world had changed since the reverse snap and the fall of the Avengers. After Thanos had accomplished his self-deemed destiny to eliminate half of the universes’ populations on every planet, in every galaxy, what was left of the Avengers worked tirelessly to figure out how to reverse engineer the snap. After a long and grueling battle they succeeded in defeating Thanos’ army, and bringing back the half of the population that disappeared… 

… but at what cost. 

Biologist Ellie Mae had come back to find the love of her life Linda Gahle had died in the 5 years she was gone. Her grief was instrumental in the events that led to where you were today: holed up in an abandoned convenience store that, by some miracle, still had its windows intact.

 You see, Ellie had been so distraught over her wife's death, that she spent days, weeks and months trying to bring her back. Ellie succeeded… kind of. What she created wasn’t Linda, it wasn’t even human at all; it was a monster. Skin as ashy and pale as a decomposing body, eyes dull and lifeless, skin haphazardly stitched back together from Ellie’s surgical procedures to reinstate Linda’s organs- she created a zombie. A zombie that was hungry for meat, thirsty for blood. Ellie died at the hands of her very own creation that soon was let loose on the streets. 

Others weren’t as lucky as Ellie. Many that came in contact with the, now, zombified Linda survived… if you could even call it that. More and more Zombies came to life, popping up out of the freshly dug dirt in graveyards, morgues, and even on the street just mere hours after they were found deceased. The time it took to turn always varied, depending on just how much of the disease got in through the bites before the zombies moved on to better looking meals. 

When the outbreak had occurred, you had lost everything all at once. Your home wasn’t safe to stay in, and the small little family you once had was infected, leaving you to do the hardest thing imaginable: end their suffering. The kickback from the shotgun you used left a dark purple bruise on your shoulder after multiple shots were fired to end it all. The tears had stained your cheeks, making their way through the blood splatter that had landed on your face.  

Without giving yourself a second to process what just happened and what you just did, you threw some clothes into a bag, as well as some survival tools your dad had prepared after the news broke of the infections. 

The world had turned upside down. More and more people were turning daily- the Zombies now outnumbered the humans. But things turned dark when the infections reached the heroes-the New Avengers- that were left after the snap. 

No one knew how, assuming they had the technology to shield themselves from it. In fact, that’s what everyone was hoping for: that the New Avengers could stay safe long enough to find a cure. But everyone was mistaken. 

To everyone’s surprise, Tony Stark was the first to go- or, rather, come back zombified. It was a giant conspiracy as to how he got infected after his sacrifice- as far as anyone knew he was dead and buried. 

The world was slowly running out of humans and as far as you knew, you were one of the few left alive in your town. No one had even tried to break into the convenience store you had bunkered down in. It was an eerie thought. 

You had just lit a candle for the night next to your makeshift bed. Lucky for you, no one decided they needed pet beds in a zombie apocalypse, so you took the seven pet beds the store had in stock and made yourself a comfy place to sleep. 

It really wasn’t all that bad given the circumstances. The store still had plenty of food, water, and other things. You assumed more people were focused on fleeing the city rather than stocking up on essentials, which left the convenience store nearly full. 

After making your rounds to each entrance and then settling in for the night, you were caught off guard by a sound off in the distance: yelling. 

That led to where you were now, staring Scott Lang down as he continued banging on the door, pleading for you to help him. Suddenly, as if someone flicked a switch in your brain, you got to work assessing the situation. 

“Meet me at the back door, it’s easier to get you in that way!” You shouted, hoping he could hear you over his incessant banging. 

“What?” He yelled back, stilling his fists. You rolled your eyes and pointed towards the back of the store. 

“Back! Door!” You yelled back. He nodded and took off. 

“Fucks sake,” you muttered under your breath as you followed his actions and jogged towards the back door. This one you didn’t feel the need to block as much save for a large heavy box. It was a heavy door that locked automatically so no one outside could enter. 

You grunted as you slid the box away from the door, and quickly opened it. Scott Lang stood there, looking around anxiously as the noises of hungry zombies filled the outside air. You waved him in, and shut the door tightly as soon as he stepped inside. 

“Thank you, I’m so grateful,” Scott whispered. He was currently waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark stock-room. 

“Anything for an Avenger,” you responded, winking- even though you knew he couldn’t see it. 

“Follow me, I’m set up in here.” 

You led him into the store, bringing him to the corner where your makeshift bed was. You had a small box next to it with a kerosene lantern from your home sitting on it. 

“Nice place you got here,” Scott said, chuckling to himself. “No, really though, this is insane that this place isn’t ransacked more than it is.” 

“Yeah, I got lucky I guess,” you chuckled. “Uh, so, there aren't any more pet beds, but I can break mine down and set one up for you…”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can sleep on the floor,” Scott responded with a bright smile. 

“The floor? Jesus, Scott, no. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor,” you said. You began to break down your bed, pulling 4 of the pet beds out and setting them up on the other side of the box night stand. 

“I never got your name,” Scott responded, watching you make his bed for him. He felt awkward and unsure of how to act and respond. 

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You said, simply. It made him chuckle, the way the two of you were able to make small talk amid a zombie apocalypse. He looked around, and grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf next to him. 

“So, what kind of supplies do you have, y/n?” 

“Guns, knives, plenty of food and water clearly, and that’s about it, aside from what the store offers.” You responded, finishing laying out the blanket atop the pet beds for him. He silently thanked you with a nod of his head, before moving to sit down. You took him in as he was sitting, wondering what he was doing all the way out here.  

He had a large bruise on his upper cheekbone, a small slit in his eyebrow.  You assumed he must have fallen and hit his head against a rock or something. As you moved your eyes down, you noticed a lot of blood on his shirt, and then his sleeve. Without thinking, you knelt before him and moved his shirt up, exposing his toned stomach. 

“Oh, shit!” You muttered, seeing a deep gash slashed across his abdomen. He brought his gaze down to where your hands were already carefully inspecting it. 

“Oh that? You should see the other guy,” he winced. Even in pain he was attempting to keep up his comedic act. You smirked. 

“I’m sure, tough guy. Here, I’ve got some supplies to help clean the wound.” You reached for a small red bag perched near the box nightstand. In it contained a few antibiotic pills known to help cure the infection, as well as hydrogen peroxide and other wound cleaning solutions, some gauze and some stitching equipment. 

“Here, take this and lay back,” you said, gently pushing him back down onto the bed, handing him one of the antibiotics. The kerosene lantern casted a glow on the wound making it shiny and look even more grotesque. He drew in a breath as you poured the hydrogen peroxide on it; his abs flexed in response. 

“So, what brought you out here?” You asked, attempting to distract him from the pain. 

“I honestly didn’t know anyone was out here, but man, I’m glad someone was. Tony and Vision- well, zombie Tony and Zombie Vision teamed up, and you know, the two of them as humans were unstoppable together… let alone as Zombies. So-ow,” he winced as you began to stitch the wound together. You muttered an apology before he continued.

“- so, I led them out here, hoping to distract them from civilization, but that was a bust. I’m not sure where they are now.” He finished. You glanced up at him. The way he just brushed off the fact that both Tony was alive and that he was now loose as a zombie made your heart drop. 

“I’m sorry… what?” You asked, your hand hovering over his wound. You were two stitches away from closing the wound shut.

“What part did you not get?” He asked, a confused look on his face. He forgot that not everyone was aware of the situation regarding Tony. You raised your eyebrow at him as you finished stitching him up. 

“How did Tony come back?” You asked. 

“Oh, right, not everyone knows. Well, after Tony’s sacrifice, Pepper lost it. She couldn’t wrap her head around him being gone, no matter how hard she tried. She put on a brave face, I’ll admit that as well; she had us all fooled. When she heard of the experiment Ellie performed, she reached out immediately to get the information on what she did to bring back her lover. She paid an ungodly amount of money for the secret, and then performed it herself. Tony was back, but within a matter of minutes the disease had spread through his body, turning him into a zombie. Pepper was able to send an alert out before… before…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to. You know what he was trying to say. Before the inevitable happened before Pepper ended up just like Ellie; lifeless on the floor. 

“And Vision?” You asked. 

“We’re still not sure. We think Tony somehow managed to infect his harddrive- or something- with a similar infection. I don’t even know how that is possible, but here we are,” Scott answered. You had finished your stitching job, and were about to cover it with a bandage to keep it clean, but Scott moved your hand away. 

“Wow. Brilliant stitching job, are you a doctor?” He asked, inspecting your work. 

“No, just sewn a few costumes here and there,” you smiled brightly, happy for the recognition of your work. 

He caught your eye, and returned the smile. A feeling of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, making your heart stop in your chest for a second. 

“Alright, you can finish bandaging this up. Let's hope this antibiotic kicks in soon,” Scott said, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. He laid back down and you placed the bandage over his wound, and began to tape it up. 

A sudden clatter outside made you stop cold, a shiver running down your spine. Scott had leaned up suddenly on his elbows, looking around the shelf blocking his view from the door. An electrical buzzing filled the air. 

“Shit!” Scott said loudly, pushing himself up to his feet. Another clatter came from the direction of the door. “Where’s the gun?” 

“What do you mean, what is - oh my god!” You said, turning to view the door. A zombified Vision was slicing through the door with the stone in his head. 

“y/n, where is the gun?” Scott asked again, more firmly this time. You passed him one of the rifles you had. 

“Stay here.” 

“What? No, I’m helping you!” You said, picking up the second rifle and loading it. Scott shook his head, but didn’t stop you. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop you unless he tied you up. As enticing as the idea was for other reasons,  he knew right now wasn’t the time for those thoughts. 

“Oh wait,” he started, running back to the back door where he had dropped a bag he forgot to pick back up. You hadn’t even noticed he had a bag on him ever before he came in.  “My suit!” He exclaimed, quickly stripping his clothing and slipping into the suit. 

“Are you kidding me? You, an actual superhero, forgot you had your suit with you? Why weren’t you wearing it?” You yelled frantically. 

“I didn’t want it to get damaged!” He responded. You shook your head at the ridiculousness, and watched as he picked up his rifle and came back into the main store. 

A loud bang came from the front doors, and you realized it was the sound of the furniture toppling over as Vision and Tony made their way into the store. They didn’t move like you thought Zombies would, all wobbly and slow. No, no. They were fast, almost faster than before. 

Your heart rate sped up as you froze, absolutely shocked at the sight before you. Tony’s skin, unlike the other zombies you had seen, was a blueish green with red blemishes all over. Vision looked the same, but he didn’t talk. You noticed that Tony didn’t either.

Scott didn’t hesitate though. He fired the rifle at Tony, hitting him in the arm. In the next second, Vision had sliced the rifle in half. 

“Great, you wanna play dirty? We can play dirty,” Scott said, activating his suit and shrinking down to the size of an ant. You watched as he attacked both Tony and Vision, growing in and out of size, shrinking and growing, punching left and right, taking hits here and there. You were unsure of what to do, it seemed like he had the upper hand. 

Thn, as if suddenly aware of your presence, Tony turned to face you, his eyes dead and lifeless. Your eyes grew wide as you realized he was headed towards you. You raised the rifle and went to pull the trigger…

Nothing happened. It was jammed. 

“Fuck!” You yelled. Of course this would happen. Of course the rifle would jam right as Tony was about to strike. You stumbled out of the way, smacking right into the shelf behind you. You quickly remembered the knife you had strapped to your thigh above your jeans. You grabbed it, slashing quickly at Tony’s arm as he came up to strike. 

“y/n!” Scott yelled out, growing large and squashing vision under his foot. It was just a temporary fix to the situation. He turned his attention to Tony, lunging at him. In a split second he miniaturized right before your eyes, and landed on Tony’s shoulder. Tony flicked him off at record speed, and you took the split second he was distracted to your advantage. You leaned out with the knife, stabbing Tony in the head. He fell to the ground, writhing around. There was no blood at the stab wound, only a green ooze that poured out of the wound. 

Scott returned to normal human size, wiping his hands off on eachother. 

“That was easy,” he muttered, and you looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Easy? That was the most terrifying two minutes of my life,” you muttered. He flashed you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, and for a split second, it was as if the two of you weren’t standing next to the corpses of the once greatest heroes of all time. As if the world wasn’t deteriorating around you. It was a nice distraction. 

It was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Lost in the gaze of the other, no one noticed that Tony had withered his way to Scott. He popped up suddenly, taking a giant chunk of skin out of Scott’s arm. 

A blood curdling scream left your lips, as you watched horrified as Scott’s blood sprayed everywhere– on you, on Tony, and on the floor below. You leaned down to pick up the knife you had dropped before, and lunged at Tony. 

But you weren’t fast enough. Tony had turned, backing away from where you were aiming.  Scott stumbled backwards, his breathing labored as he held his arm to his chest. 

“Go!” You screamed, wanting him to run and find help. He didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear you over the sound of blood rushing to the wound site. His ears began to ring, and suddenly a bright light appeared before him. 

You were unaware he was dying, too busy fighting off Tony. Vision began to twitch from his original position on the floor. No, no no, you thought to yourself. You could handle Tony, at least for a little while… but both Tony and Vision? That was nearly impossible for an average human like yourself. 

Suddenly, the fighting stopped. You dropped your arms that were raised to block a blow from Tony that never came. Taken aback by the lack of violence, you felt your heart rate increase at the growing silence. 

The silence didn’t last long. Behind you came a deep groaning and grumbling. Your blood ran cold, and your heart stopped in your chest. There was only one person that was behind you last you knew. Only one person who  had the capability to make the grumbling sounds you were hearing now. 

“y/n…” it came out raspy, and grunted, as if he was choking the words out. 

Chills ran up your spine, and you slowly turned to look behind you. As much as you didn’t want to, your brain was moving you without your permission. 

Behind you stood a zombified Scott Lang, blood no longer dripping from his wound. His skin was now a pale and ashy color, his eyes an infected greenish-yellow. He was no longer holding his wounded arm, instead it hung a good two inches lower than the other one, the upper bone sticking out of the open bite. 

“No…, no, no, no!” You cried out, knowing it was now too late for you. There was no escaping this. No escaping three bloodthirsty zombies that stood before you, eyeing you like you were their last meal.  

A blood curdling scream filled the air of the convenience store, before the sloppy sounds of biting and tearing of flesh followed, blood staining the linoleum floor below your body, and then, finally, the satisfied grunts of the zombies.

| 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 |

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[springdandelixn]

One for Two

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42863505

Vision x F!Reader x Loki

Summary: Childhood Best Friends, Vision and Loki, share everything. Even you.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, double penetration, double creampie, threesome, tell me if I missed any. Heed the warnings, my loves

Yooooooo! I have entered the realm of no return HAHAHA! Vision and Loki are two of my main boys and damn things just got spicy. I do ask you to be kind because I’ve never written threesomes before and this is un-betad so I do think this would be sloppy.

Although this is just a drabble, your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Though re-blogging would help this story flourish even further. Shoutout to @mochie85​​, an unhinged writer who encouraged another unhinged writer hahaha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💛💚

Your fingers curl against Vision’s chest as you slowly impale yourself on his cock, moaning softly, your breath hitching with the way your walls stretch from his size. He’s very much blessed, thick and long, and your body seems to not have gotten used to it, making each time painful yet pleasurable. 

He sits himself in you to the hilt and you bow your head, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to adjust. He hums and you let out a small smile when you feel his hand caress your side, fingers tickling your back in the process before pulling you down to have you rest against his chest. 

“Are you feeling alright, Darling?” He asks and you nod, your eyes fluttering open to face him, taking in his handsome features; disheveled blond hair, bright blue eyes, thin lips that are etched with worry, having you lean forward to press a chaste kiss against them. 

“Yes.” You respond. “You’re just really big—” You blush from the way he chuckles, his hand moving away from your back to cup your face, pulling you into a soft kiss. 

Your hands move to grab his shoulders when he begins to rock his hips, in and out, moving at an easy rhythm, and you can’t help the moan you breathe into his mouth at how wonderful you feel each time he’s inside of you. 

His pace gradually increases, his hands grabbing your hips, keeping you pressed against him and you feel him bending his knees as he thrusts faster, his low groans filling your ears that mix with your moans and the sound of your skins slapping against each other. 

“Started without me?” You hear Loki call from behind, turning your head to face him before shutting your eyes tight when Vision’s cock probes against your sweet spot. “Traitors.” He adds but you know he’s teasing. 

“You were taking too long.” Vision grunts from underneath you, his hips unrelenting despite Loki’s interruption. 

Loki chuckles and you push yourself up to sit on Vision, bouncing against him instead and gasping when you feel him sink deeper, your hooded eyes meeting the mischievous ones of Loki’s before leaning over when he kneels beside you and kisses your lips. 

You moan into Loki’s mouth when Vision’s hands cup your breasts, squeezing them, thumbs rolling against your taut nipples as you move against him, relishing in the feel of his hands on your body and Loki’s lips devouring you. You then gasp when Vision gives you a hard thrust, pulling away from Loki and pressing your hands against Vision’s chest as you feel your body weaken. 

Loki is gone when you turn back to him but then you feel his hand rest on your back, pushing you down to Vision’s chest once more, the space behind you on the bed dipping from his weight, and you hum when you feel his hot and heavy cock press against the small of your back, moaning soon after when he teases your ass with his tip. 

You’re panting hard and release a strangled groan as Loki slowly pushes himself through your ass, inch by torturous inch, your hands clenching against Vision’s chest from the fullness of having both their cocks in you. 

“S-so full—” You whine. 

“You can take it, Love,” Loki whispers against your skin. 

“You’re so good at taking us both.” Vision adds and you yelp when his hand slaps against your ass, Loki laughing after, copying Vision and slapping your other cheek.

You feel Loki trace kisses down your spine and gasp when he pushes himself fully within, a whine leaving your lips when he slowly pulls back only to ram himself back and begin thrusting in you with hunger. 

Both men take you, thrusting in sync, claiming you as theirs and you succumb to the pleasure they deliver, taking it with open arms and pressing it to your skin, to your soul, your walls on both sides clenching hard against their cocks that they moan in unison and you bask in the feeling of having them at your mercy while they have you in theirs. 

Loki’s mouth latches between your shoulder blades, sucking harshly on the skin as he fucks you hard and fast, moaning loudly as his tip slides deeper within while Vision claims your lips, devouring you with his mouth in a passionate kiss, your pussy a soaking mess as he relentlessly thrusts in you, walls clenching around him as you feel your muscles tighten.

They both turn feral, hands grabbing your body, fingers digging into your skin that you know would have bruises the next day but you don’t care, you love the way your body bares their marks. You love seeing it in the mirror and you love how they look at you in satisfaction with their work of how they both wrecked you.  

Loki’s lips detach from your skin and you gasp when he squeezes your ass before spreading them apart, his cock stilling and you feel the moisture of his spit rim around your hole, pulling away from Vision’s kiss as your head throws back when Loki resumes his pace, pounding himself harder that your body jolts against Vision’s chest. 

“You feel so good, love,” Loki murmurs against your spine. “You take us so well.”

His hands grab at your shoulders as he rocks you against him, Vision’s hands clamping down on your waist as he thrust up in you, your body tightening deliciously even further, feeling the coil within you tighten more and more, your heart jumping in your throat as you try to move against them, seeking more friction as you seek for your release. 

“C-close—” You mutter, burying your face in Vision’s neck, his hand resting on the base of your head, whispering your name against your ear. 

“So perfect,” 

Their pace syncs once more, their cocks rubbing you perfectly, hitting you at just the right angle, just the right spot. Loki groans lowly and you feel his hair tickle your back, hands pressed on both sides of Vision’s head. They both then thrust hard at once, burying themself deep within and the dam within you finally breaks, turning into a moaning mess as you come hard, your body shaking as your climax consumes you, filling you in ecstasy. 

They come at the same time as you, their low groans filling the room, filling your ears as they fill you with their seeds, making you feel fuller as their essence stain your walls, your own coating Vision’s, who begins chanting your name like a prayer, a goddess that he worships.

You rest your head against his shoulder, panting hard, ass and cunt hugging their cocks as your body eases down from your high. A sated smile graces your lips when you feel Vision press a kiss on your hair, his hand caressing your sides gently and you turn your head when you feel Loki’s chest on your back, smiling back at him, a sex-hazed grin on his lips before leaning over to kiss it. 

“So perfect,” Loki echoes Vision’s words when he pulls away. “Our perfect girl.”

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[kinky-candyland]

GOLDWING

Marvel

Vision x reader (Kinktober Day 6)

Day 6 of Kinktober

Prompt: panties/lingerie, chastity, stripping

Warnings: little angsty + happy ending, anxiety, fingering

Summary: R start’s second guessing her relationship with Vision on their wedding night. He helps her through it.

Vision and Y/N had just gotten married and have just retired to the bedroom. The two were sharing soft kisses on the bed as Vision lifted the bottom of Y/N’s dress. Y/N helped him remove the whole thing, showing that she was in a set of white lace lingerie.

Vision stated to kiss down her neck when Y/N slightly pushed him away. “Is everything alright, love?” He asks her, stopping all movements to continue. She was sad all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, Vis, I just can’t.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.

Vision gently places a hand on Y/N’s back. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Vision gently whispers, placing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “That’s not it, Vision.” She let’s go of her knees. “I want to, but this is my first. I just want to be good for you.” She says quietly, waiting for Vision to respond.

“Y/N, you’re absolutely divine.” Vision runs his fingers through her hair. “You always have been and always will be good enough. You’re perfect.” It was the truth. He wasn’t saying it just to say it. Y/N is perfect.

Y/N softly smiles. “Thanks, Vis. I needed that.” The two gently kissed as Y/N moved to straddle Vision’s lap. Y/N took a hold of Vision’s hand, guiding him to her covered pussy. Vision pulls away from the kiss. “Are you sure, my dear?” He gets a nod in return. “I told you I wanted this. Let’s just take it slow.”

Vision gently moved Y/N’s underwear to the side before poking her entrance with his fingers. She shudders, moaning as he slides them in.

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[dolcettamagica]

being geto’s little lamb

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 #hope y’all get the vision #geto is a cult leader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk geto #geto jjk #jjk suguru #suguru jjk #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #smut jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto smut #smut geto #suguru smut #smut suguru

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

warnings: overstimulation 🎀

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

jason todd who absolutely cannot handle jealousy. who sees red at the slightest lingering stare from a man at the bar while you’re laughing about something you heard at work. who struggles to contain his urge to maim when some asshole ogles the shape of your thighs in your mini dress. who memorises the number plate of any driver who rolls past with their window down to yell out something obscene about your body, knowing the red hood will be paying them a visit later.

it’s probably the lazarus pit talking, but he knows it would be so easy to shatter every bone in their bodies with his bare hands—and, shit, it would feel fuckin’ great. but he’s promised you he’ll save his anger for the ‘real’ bad guys in gotham, so he settles for the next best option: fucking you so good you can barely remember your own name.

one of his hands gropes at your breasts while the other rubs tight circles on your clit as he ruts into you, the obscene sound of your wetness around his cock sending a chill down his spine. he’s worked three torturous orgasms out of you already—two with his mouth, one with his fingers—and you whine desperately as you feel him going for a fourth. your hands weakly claw at the y-shaped scar on his chest as he angles your hips off the bed, so that every thrust brushes against the sensitive spot in your walls.

he looks down at you with a mixture of pride and ferocity. “what’s the matter? too much for you, ma?” he asks, his voice ragged as he fucks into you. your eyes are watery and you’re reduced to a string of incoherent moans, your walls clamping down on him hard as he speaks. jason smiles wide—that’s all the answer he needs. seeing you gasp and writhe at the sensitivity as your fourth orgasm is forced out of you is enough to confirm what the both of you already know. none of those guys could fuck you like this, baby.

#ik I said send in the dick grayson asks but I had another vision and needed to share 🤞 #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x you #batman #dc comics #batfam #fem reader #martiniluvr

[abbyromanoff]

Heyyy there would you mind writing wanda x femreader where r dreams of wanda cheating on us with vision so when r wokes up she's mad and grumpy and wanda doesn't know why, now she's sad and confused. Fluff at the end though

VISIONS

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 862

WARNINGS: allusions to smut, talks of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, groping, small angst, fluff, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Baby? Can you please stop ignoring me?” Wanda asked with a hand on your shoulder. You shook it off, rolling your eyes as you threw the blankets further over your body. She sighed, trying to leave a kiss to your exposed skin until you shrugged her off once again.

She didn’t know why you seemed so upset, but she assumed from previous experiences that you simply were having a bad morning. It could be a dream, it could be your period, it could just be an irritating mood. In reality, it was the sight you saw in your deep sleep. It woke you with a sudden cry, your head tossing to the side to instantly try and spot the woman. In the dream, you had just walked in on the pair sharing an intimate moment that was meant for only you and Wanda. The witch tried to explain herself, but you woke up before you could make your final decision.

When Wanda woke, she tried giving you a morning peck on the lips, but you denied. She was confused but let it slide, until you ignored her clear request for sex. Your body was bare, only holding layers of hickeys that you usually would’ve admired, yet she still was - which only seemed to anger you further.

She gave up after nearly half an hour of trying to persuade you into talking and grabbed her book, placing her reading glasses over her eyes and sitting silently. You’d mumble quiet annoyances, but refused to form a normal sentence.

“Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?” No response was given besides a huff. “Please, my love? C’mon, don’t make Mommy sad.” She teased, sensing from your sudden stillness that she hit a nerve. You sucked in a breath, removing the covers as you walked towards the bathroom. She groaned, copying your actions with a shiver as the cold air hit her.

“What are you doing?” You stood under the warm water, letting your hair soak as your body erupted with goosebumps. She tore off her shirt, only stopping when your voice was heard.

“So that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” Your eyes fell to her naked chest as you licked your lips, forcing yourself to turn away from the trap.

“What? Can I not take a shower with my partner?” She stepped behind you, venturing her hands to your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. She kissed the skin softly, leaving hints of her scent behind as you shuddered.

“This…this isn’t fair, Wanda, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She let her lips linger, trailing her hands up and down, squeezing your breasts before one traveled to your lower region.

“And why is that?” A frown took over your face, and you lowered your gaze. She paused, turning you around so you would face her. You refused to meet her eyes until it was forced out of you, her finger below your chin guiding you to fit her needs.

“Can you please tell me what I did so I can apologize? I’d really appreciate it, love.”

“It’s stupid,”

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.” She frowned, stroking your cheek softly as she pulled you in, leaving a peck to the skin before trailing to your plump lips. She hummed against you, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of the embrace you ridded her from.

“I had a dream,” You bit your lip, groaning as she pressed on. She rubbed your arms soothingly, furrowing her brows as she waited for your voice to rise once again.

“And in that dream, I caught you…sleeping with…Vision.” She chuckled lightly, causing your frown to grow.

“Oh, love, how could I ever do that to you? Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but I know a girl with the most beautiful, and most wonderful partner. She loves them with all her heart, and she would never, ever even consider breaking their own sweet little heart.” She smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair when red threatened to cover your skin.

“But,”

“Shh, and I don’t want you to think any different, alright? I love you, I love you so much and that will never change.” She assured, and you grinned to yourself, muttering a small statement that she asked for you to repeat.

“Especially not for a red robot?”

“Especially not for a red robot.” She smiled, pecking your forehead slightly and cradling you with her arms. The soft skin sent a sigh of gratitude your way, and you cuddled closer into the woman.

“I love you so much, Wanda. I’m sorry for being mean, I know you’d never do that.” She hummed, trailing her hand lower once again. It fell upon your bare ass, her palm squeezing with a giggle.

“So soft,”

“Wanda! You pervert!” She shook her head, nuzzling her nose in your neck as she continued to poke at the area. You bit your lip, leaning into her as instinct.

“Now, why don’t you let me make it up to you and show you just how much I love you?”

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff comfort #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader angst #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader fluff #wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff x vision #scarlet witch angst #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch

[hungharrington]

i just think that sappy sex with steve would be like one big hug…

like he wouldn’t be able to resist getting as close to you as possible, his hairy chest pressed against your own, his face buried in your neck, his floppy sex-hair tickling at your neck, and your face tucked away in his too, both of you close enough to hear ever whimper, every moan. he has one arm that’s wormed its way under your hips, holding tight at your waist with his huge hand, and the other arm that’s wrapped around your back with his hand buried in the hair at the nape of your neck, occasionally stroking his thumb down the line of your neck— and your bodies are so close it’s just so warm, so sweet, so tender, and steve’s leaving these little open mouth kisses along your shoulder as his hips ruts into you, slow and sensual, muffling his whines into your skin by pulling himself closer to you and losing himself in your body, the rocking of his hips speeding up, feeling so so loved when you hold him back just as tight

#ARE YOU SEEING THE VISION!?!? #missionary but steve makes it even closer <3 #he’s a hugger #i know it 😇 #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #jay writes #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #i’m FEELIN it tonite boys. hungharrington energy has entered my BODY #steve smut

[onismdaydream]

friends with benefits with leon where he doesn't even hide how much he loves you, how he practically follows you around like a dumb puppy, eyes sparkling as he looks up to you. he doesn't mind that you just go to him when you need to let off some steam, because at least you go to him. he counts himself lucky that he gets to see you in such a vulnerable state, your face scrunching in pleasure as you sink down on his cock. hell, he's blessed that he gets to touch your body, his fingers gripping at the soft fat of your thighs, lips pressing against your neck and tits. maybe one day the marks he leaves on you will become permanent, that you'll allow him to stay in your life forever. he doubts it. but it's nice to imagine.

#do you see it. do you see my vision. #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #perce.doc #| ☆ | — resi

[spideyhexx]

mdni; tw non con/dub con; fem!reader

thinking about peacekeeper coryo who’s got his pretty district girl in his bed and he wakes up, hard, needy and he swore to you he wouldn’t touch you in your sleep, but you both knew that was a lie. He can’t help himself, he needs to stuff his cock in you. He’s obsessed with your cunt, and he believes it to be his no matter what you say, no matter where you are, if he needs it, he’ll take it. He ruts into you from behind while you’re sleeping, waiting for the moment you slowly wake up and whine at the stretch his dick is causing, digging your nails into his thighs, and begging him to slow down cause despite his own sleepiness, he’s pounding into you until you can only be a blabbering mess on his cock, crying for his cum, letting your body relax to the half asleep state and taking him.

#late night thoughts #okay #is the vision there #this isn’t written well but I needed to get the thought out #it could be worse probably like filthier #and im going crazy cause maybe im insane #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #tw dubcon #tw noncon #cw noncon #cw dubcon #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow blurb #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x female!reader

[heavenlyvision]

Bi-Han and a belly budge Bi-Han and a belly budge Bi-Han and a belly budge-

I have answered !! It is only minor mention of belly bulge but it is there !!! I swear :3 Bi-Han is needy and little bit mean, the horny yelled at me last night and I had to get this out of my system or I fear I might actually die,,,,, it is nothing overwhelmingly special, mostly my nonsensical horniness for my baby girl but..... ENJOY <33

Tease

Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!reader

Wc: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, belly bulge, grinding, minor edging, littlest bit of sub-zero, p in v penetration, squirting, no use of pronouns or y/n, that's all !!! <3

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

This is a unique position for the two of you, in that, Bi-Han does not usually give you control just because you asked very nicely but tonight he was feeling benevolent and when you asked him with pretty eyes if you could, he agreed… albeit begrudgingly.

Though you think he may be regretting his choice now, if his clenched jaw and general strained manner is anything to go by. His hands are held in tight fists by his sides, trying very hard to not touch you like you asked.

He’s being very well behaved,  considering by now he usually would’ve lost his mind and taken you how he pleased. You think his sanity may be wearing thin though, you’ve been teasing him, edging him. His back is flat to the bed, you’re on top, straddling him. You kept your panties on just to torture him, though at this point they are completely soaked.

Your clothed cunt runs along his cock, he grits out strained groans under you, his hands struggling to not grab at you, instead tangling in the sheets and pulling at them. You’ve already eased two orgasms out of yourself like this, panties completely drenched in your slick and cum, Bi-Han’s precum smeared all over the cloth, your lower halves are messy, wet.

The friction is driving Bi-Han up a wall, every time he gets close to finishing you stop and watch his cock twitch under you, his groans frustrated and his eyes angry. He’s not going to beg you, and you don’t want him to, you just want to see how much he’s willing to put up with before he loses control. He seems patient tonight, more than usual anyway.

His dick leaks onto his stomach, you move your fingers to spread it around his tip, your hand splaying on his stomach, his skin sticky. His chest stutters under your touch, his eyes fighting the urge to roll back in his head.

He growls at you, “You’re being cruel.”

“An somehow still nicer than you,” you muse, beginning to drag your pussy along his cock again.

He huffs at you, “I disagree.”

You hum back, “Mmmm, you’re free to think what you want –hah–”

Your cunt throbs for him, soft sighs fall from your lips, your hand reaches to pull your panties to the side, your folds hugging his length. The loss of the barrier between your skin has you both moaning, your grinds becoming quicker, your wetness gushes on him completely, your underwear not in the way to catch it.

Bi-Han’s hands grip your hips, he can’t help himself, his head rolled back on the pillows, lost in the feeling.

“Not –hah– meant to –ah– touch me,” you whine out to him.

“Don’t care,” he grunts back, “Keep fuckin moving.”

You want to but now you’re feeling spiteful, your hips stop, he keeps moving you but you won’t assist, the pleasure not enough for him. He groans at you, exasperated, wound up beyond belief. You smile brightly at him and shoo his hands away; he scowls at you but relents and moves his hands back.

You lean down to him and press a kiss to his lips, you pull back and he goes to chase your lips, when he realises you aren’t going to kiss him again, he gets frustrated. Noises of displeasure leaving him, he grabs the back of your neck and presses his lips to yours harshly, his tongue immediately in your mouth, his lips are domineering. He groans into this kiss; his dick jumps against you.

He parts from you to say, “I’ve had enough.”

You don’t get to say anything, he’s rolling you both over so he’s on top, already positioning his cock at your entrance. He’s forceful, slipping himself inside despite the resistance, your cunt clamps down on him tightly and he falls forward, growls leaving him, his dick twitching violently. All the edging has made him cum just from half his length slipping inside your tight, wet, heat.

“Look what you’ve fuckin done to me,” his tone is angry and strained when he talks into your ear, genuinely annoyed that you had him finishing so soon. He’s so pent up, his dick stays hard and he fucks the rest of it into you, “Got me cumming just from your pussy being wrapped round me.”

You smile at him, proud of yourself for turning him into a sensitive mess.

He grabs the side of your face, “Shouldn’t be smiling, I’m not fuckin happy,” he grunts out before kissing you deeply, taking your breath away with his lips, your mind foggy because of him.

His hips start thrusting, the heavy drag of his fat dick fucking into you is pulling whines from your chest, his mouth leaves you, and he groans at the smug smile on your face. You’re elated at the turn of events and it’s pissing Bi-Han off.

“Stop being so damn happy bout this,” he frowns at you.

“I wan –hah– see how much more sensitive I could –ah– make you,” your legs tangle behind his back, “Maybe nex time –mmph– I tie you up –hah? So, you can keep your hands –nghh– to yourself?”

His lips twitch with annoyance but his cock jumps with excitement, “In your fuckin dreams.” His hips slam into yours harder and your eyes roll back in your head, neck lulling onto the pillows. “Just got my dick in you and you already look fucked out,” he chuckles darkly.

He leans back and rests on his knees, his hands hold your hips to him, his thrusts forceful, harsh, desperate. He’s humping into you, cock barely leaving your cunt before he’s stuffing it back in. His hand presses into your stomach and pushes down, the two of you moan at it, his dick hitting parts of you that only he touches.

“Fucken, look at that,” he groans at you. Your eyes fight to stay open and he grabs your hand, placing it under his on your stomach, “Can you feel me moving inside you –fuck–”

You hum in agreement, not capable of much else right now, “Mhm.”

His cock is bulging under your skin, moving inside you, Bi-Han keeps his eyes on it, mind fucked out and cloudy. His second release so fucking close to him, his hand presses down into your stomach harder, the sensation mind numbing, your cunt clenches on him, your whines broken and borderline sobs, tears slip from your eyes.

He’s smiling to himself, ecstatic at how tight you grip him, at how close you are, especially since he knows just how hard you’re gonna cum for him. Your pussy already creaming on him, the mess you’ve both made obscene, the wet noises of him fucking into you lewd.

“Need you to finish –nghff– need to fuckin feel it,” his voice is tense, frantic, his need is overwhelming him. He’s never fucked into you so desperately before; your edging had set his skin alight.

He humps and grinds into you a few more times before you’re cumming hard on him, thighs completely drenched with your cum, Bi-Han moans deeply at how you squirt for him, his eyes delighted. The moaned sounds you make as you cum get caught in your throat, you’re choking on sobs, cheeks tear stained.

The way you grip Bi-Han has him cumming not long after, he presses his hips tight to yours and grinds his length into you, dumping all his cum inside your cunt, his hips stutter and his moans strain.

“Pretty little thing, taking all my cum so well,” he murmurs out to you, though you’re not really present right now.

He collapses down onto you, turning you both onto your sides so he doesn’t crush you under his weight. You press a small kiss to his skin, “You should let me be in control more.”

“If I’ve learnt anything from this, it’s to not let you have any kind of control again,” he grumbles.

“Admit you liked it,” you look up at him and smile.

He does not budge, “How about next time, you let me tie you up?”

“Only if I get to tie you up first,” you counter.

He scowls at you but doesn’t disagree, too tempted by the idea of tying you up.

“Deal then,” you tease, nuzzling into his chest, this is something he has some leeway for, lucky you.

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, THANK YOU FOR READING <33 ILY

#ask vision #mk1 smut #smut #bi han x reader #bi han x you #bi han x reader smut #bi han x you smut #subzero x reader smut #subzero x reader #subzero smut #bi han smut #subzero x you #subzero x you smut

[trivia-yandere]

visions

you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.

@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree writer: quay (explicit-tae)

word count: 5.186

warning: yandere themes, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, toxic relationships, non-con, reader is drugged, impregnation kink, spitting, nipple sucking, biting, dirty talking, blood, neck slitting,

Your eyes snap open when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. You’re quick to yawn, body stretching before grasping your phone off the bedside table. The alarm is titled “work” and you silenced it with a groan.

Your eyes catch the day of the week. Friday. The time was 8 a.m - an hour before you had to be at work. You contemplated calling off, but understood that it would cause nothing but your boss to be petty and write you off the schedule for the next few days - so you decided against it. Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine.

Your phone sounds suddenly. You furrow a brow and go to grab it, color draining for your face. You bite your lip at the unknown number displayed on the screen.

Hesitantly, you decline the call and quickly block the number. Unknowingly, you begin to feel uneasy as you make your way to your bathroom to wash up. You’re trembling as you wash your face and when you brush your teeth, you can feel just how terrified you are.

It’s only been a month, you note. You had no doubt in your mind that Jungkook was behind the phone call - he’s called nearly every morning since you broke up with him and quickly signed a restraining order. It was only a temporary one until the two of you went to court, but it was necessary to do so.

You met Jungkook nearly a year ago. You recall the way the man has entered your job - the one you had prior to having to quit because of a scene he caused - and smiling brightly at you. He asked various questions about the countless sweets and desserts you had displayed behind the glass and you answered the best you could.

Each day Jungkook returned, buying desserts such as iced cream, candy, cookies - anything. He would munch on it a bit while the both of you talked and laughed and before he left, he assured he’d leave a tip for you at the counter.

Day by day, you expected Jungkook’s arrival. It made your job less boring and you also found yourself willing to come to work more dolled up. You’d coat your lips with gloss that you knew Jungkook liked (he’d always flicker his eyes to them when you’d talk) and style your hair differently each time.

Your first date with Jungkook was at the very same shop you worked at. You came in on an off day to pick up something you forgot and just as you were leaving, Jungkook was entering. His eyes were wide upon witnessing you face to face  - this time you in casual clothing instead of a work uniform. 

By the third date, you and Jungkook were officially dating - him asking you once the movie you two watched at the cinema was over - you agreed without a thought.

By the second month of dating, you noticed a shift. Jungkook was sweet, sure. Caring. He offered you rides everywhere you needed to go, and when he couldn't he’d never felt comfortable with you going alone. You brushed it off with Jungkook just being a cautious person.

Month three was when he became vocal in how you dressed. He didn’t appreciate the way other men looked at you - his words exactly - and you were giving said men a show by wearing shorts or skirts that were too short. He changed your wardrobe with clothing that he deemed was “outside clothes” and some that were “indoor for his eyes only”. Again, you brushed it off. Jungkook was your boyfriend now and his opinions mattered.

By the sixth month, Jungkook began to isolate you from your friends. “Why do you always hang with them on the weekends?” he’d ask when you were invited to a gathering. “Why can’t I go? Are other guys going to be there?” he’d asked once, eyes glaring at you. “Your friends are single. You aren’t. Why do you need to go to a club where other single men would be at?!” he had hissed, hands in his hair as if he was seconds from pulling it out.

Jungkook was amazing at comforting you - or so you thought. “I know how men are, baby.” he murmured while stroking your hair in his embrace. “If able, they’ll take advantage of you. Your friends cannot protect you from a man willing to do you harm.”

But the man that had harmed you was Jungkook himself. 

Jungkook was never physically abusive. Sex with him was rough, yes, but you enjoyed it. 

Jungkook’s abuse was manipulative - often pinning you against your friends that you were no longer invited to places they’d be because you would either bring Jungkook, or the man would come unbeknownst to you. Jungkook would call you countless times until you picked up and asked when you’d be home - and if the answer wasn’t good enough for him, he’d insist on picking you up himself. “Why can’t I come?” Jungkook asked when you were hastily walking out the door to meet your friends. “You’re not going to see your friends. You’re cheating on me!” he’d hiss, eyes blown wide and neck veins pulsing. 

Last month, marking the eighth month, you decided to break up with Jungkook. You were nervous to say the least. You thought of several ways to break up with the man - you decided that in a public place would be best. You had more respect for him than to end the relationship over the phone. However, you also could not trust what he would do if you allowed him into your home. 

You invited Jungkook to meet you in a public area - a park where you and he walked hand in hand many times. You were a bunch of nerves, especially when Jungkook was strolling towards you with a wide grin and in his hands, sunflowers.

Your heart flutters when he offers them to you, and awkwardly, you take them in your hands. You and Jungkook sat at a bench and he talked about how much he missed you, peppering kisses along your cheeks before you managed to push yourself away.

“You’re…leaving me…?” Jungkook's voice was dangerously low and calm,  but his eyes were glaring daggers at you. You placed the flowers onto his lap and managed to get out of his embrace. His eyes are following you as you - slowly, so slowly - walk backwards, eyes apologizing while you remain silent.

The following week was Jungkook aggressively knocking at your door until you threatened to call the police. He would call nonstop and send multiple messages that you had to change your number to get him to stop - even if it never did, only slowed him down until he somehow found your number again. You had to change jobs more than once when he would show up at random times - you had no choice but to file a restraining order. You thought that maybe this would stop him - and for a moment it did.

Until today.

The unknown number calling you was no doubt Jungkook. You never answered any number that wasn’t familiar to you and instead blocked them. They left no voicemail after calling and each time, it was a different number displayed. 

You walk out of your bathroom and down the hall to your small kitchen. You didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast outside of a quick muffin. You would be late if you cooked or even made coffee.

Your muffin jolts out of your hand when you hear sudden knocking at your door. Your blood runs cold at how powerful and rapid they’re coming. Your mind is on one person.

“Open the door, Y/N.”

Jungkook was behind the door.

Jungkook didn’t care for whatever petty restraining order you had against him. The constant calls told you so.

“I can hear you moving.”

You stiffen at his words. You didn’t know what to do. 

You weren’t once afraid of Jungkook - he has never hit you. But he was like another person when he was angered. He wasn’t the same man with the sweet smile and the soft eyes - it was as if a switch flipped and he was a completely different man.

“I just want…closure.”

Jungkook's words crack as he speaks and your heart betrays you. You were beginning to feel guilty for putting him through this. Your friends told you that it wasn’t your fault, that Jungkook was good at manipulating you. 

“Please, Y/N…baby.”

Your hand was on the door handle before you knew it and you cracked the door open. 

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you do and he gives you a dazzling smile. He steps closer but stops himself from entering when you don’t open the door wider for him.

Jungkook’s smile falters. “You’re…”

“You can’t be here, Jungkook.” you manage to say without stuttering.

“You…are serious?”

You knit your brows. 

Were you serious?

You changed your number multiple times in a span of a month that it was insane. You blocked multiple numbers when changing yours became tiring. You got a restraining order against him.

Did Jungkook think this was just a simple misunderstanding and you needed to be “alone” before coming back to him?

“Yes. I’m serious, Jungkook. Please leave.” 

Jungkook doesn’t move. His eyes are searching yours for any hint that you were hesitant - but he found nothing.

You were serious.

You wanted nothing to do with him, Jungkook grunts.

You were willing to throw everything he offered you out the window because of what? A few disagreements? Arguments? Your single friends?

“So there’s nothing that is going to bring you back to me?” Jungkook tries one last time. He doesn’t want to blow up and demand you stop being the dumb bitch you were acting like now. He didn’t want to raise his voice and break down your door - because you would be frightened and close yourself off once more. He was trying but you were too selfish to see it.

“No.”

Jungkook’s heart shatters and he doesn’t say anything when you close your door. He hears you lock it but he decides that if you couldn’t allow yourself to accept his love - then others wouldn’t either. He was done with being nice to you - you didn’t deserve his kindness. If you were going to act like the damsel in distress, then he was going to give you something to be distressed about.

The music was far too loud to hear anyone who wasn’t speaking directly into your ear. The air was muggy and humid. It smelt of cheap cologne/perfume and several different types of alcohol - but you were just happy to be here. 

Well, as happy as you could be standing alone in the corner of the home while others danced, laughed and drank. You were invited by your friends to come to “let loose” and “get your mind off of your crazy ex”. You agreed - but now you were left to your own devices while they mingled elsewhere.

Speaking of your “crazy ex”, you haven’t heard from Jungkook in nearly two months. It was a sigh of relief, truly. You assumed he wanted closure in seeing you once last time to confirm that the relationship has indeed ended. There weren’t any random pops up at your home or work, no random phone calls or text messages from random numbers. Slowly, you were beginning to be less afraid of seeing the man out and about. 

“First time at a party?”

Your head whips around to a tall figure beside you. You can smell the alcohol in the cup he’s holding. He’s offering a small smile as he towers beside you/ He’s close to you just so he could speak loud enough for you to hear. 

“First time in a while.” you respond to him. You give a small smile in return. 

“Are you here alone?” the guy takes a sip of his drink. 

“No. My friends are…”

“...Around here somewhere?” the guy nods in agreement. “So are mine. Haven’t seen them in an hour.”

You laughed.

You and the tall guy - who’s name you learned was Dean - hit it off quickly. You and him stood together and talked the majority of the night - your friends and his never returning, but you aren’t surprised. You weren’t as outgoing and friendly as your friends were. You’re positive they’re playing a game of beer pong (and losing). 

As another hour rolls around, you were seated on a large leather couch that you’re surprised was vacant with Dean, your head began to hurt. You feel hot and stuffy and your vision is blurring. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Dean say. “Do you need some water?”

You nod your head, allowing Dean to pass you a bottle of water.

Jungkook - on the other hand - was livid. The nerve of you to break up with him just to come to a party and look for another man. And not just that - but to get drugged by said man and not even notice it. Jungkook lingered deep into the side lines that you would never see him - but luckily he was there watching over you. He witnessed Dean put a small pill into your drink while you were busy laughing at something he said - Jungkook clenched his fists. 

Jungkook isn’t far behind when you are being escorted out of the large sitting room, a sea of people not bothering to stop and see what Dean is doing with a groggily woman.

Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy when you are pushed into a vacant room, the door closing behind them. 

Jungkook blamed your friends for leaving you alone in an environment that you didn’t belong to. No matter how hard he tried to tell you that you didn’t belong to a friend group such as this, you never listened. Now look - you were drugged by a man you didn’t know and about to get raped.

But luckily, Jungkook was here to save you.

Jungkook knocks aggressively onto the door, not stopping until the door swings open and an annoyed Dean surfaces. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to draw back his fist and plant it right between the man's eyes.

And again.

And again.

And a few more times until Dean is a bloody mess, squirming away and out of the room. 

Jungkook shakes his head and closes the door, locking it behind him. You aren’t completely unconscious, but he’s positive you will be soon. Your shirt is off already, Dean wasting no time.

Your bra - a red lace - looks amazing against your skin. It makes his heart swell and a smile forms onto his lips. It was a gift from him that you kept.

“Y/N, baby.” Jungkook coos, hovering above you. He wraps his arms around your body, you groaning low when he does. “I missed you so much.”

Jungkook sends kisses down your neck, arms never wanting to leave you. Your smell is tainted with alcohol, but his nose catches on the faint smell of vanilla he adores on you. 

“I told you not to have such horrible friends.” Jungkook tsks. You are yet to be fully unconscious. You moan out an inaudible response and Jungkook only coos again.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook presses himself into you, hard length at the center of your clothed core. “Do you miss me as much as I missed you?”

You do, Jungkook concludes. He dips his hands beneath your jeans and finds how wet you truly are for him. Jungkook removes his hands and pops it into his mouth, shuddering at your taste. It’s been so long - too long. He’s angered that you went too far away from the relationship. A restraining order? Far too dramatic for his taste. But he’ll let it slide and choose to forgive you because here you lay, beautiful as ever. Wet for him and him only.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more unnecessary time. He needs to feel your warm essence around him. He pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, eyes widening at the beauty that was your wet pussy. He feels the bulge in his own pants begin to tighten and he just cannot wait any longer.

Foreplay was your favorite when it came to Jungkook, he knows this. You would cum so hard against his tongue, squirming and begging for him to stop because of just how overstimulated you were, but Jungkook wouldn’t. He would let you cum over and over on his tongue, fingers, thigh - wherever you wanted to.

However, now he could not console himself. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything. Once you and he were back together than he would allow you to sit on his face where you belong.

Jungkook pumps his cock as he inches closer to you. He rubs the tip of it against your swollen clit and shudders once more. Goosebumps litter his arm and he can’t hold back anymore. He enters you with a high pitched groan, hands going to place themselves on your hips.

Jungkook hears your moans as he sinks in and out of you, the sound of his skin slapping echoing off the walls. You were so wet and tight that he’s proud - proud that you haven’t let another man touch what was his. That even when you were upset and the both of you went through this break, that you understood your role in the end.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook snaps his hips into you harder, left hand going to toy with your clit. It’s sensitive as he remembers it to be. His right hand snatches the lacy bra down so he could watch the way your breast bounce for him. “So beautiful and all mine.” he hisses, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. 

Jungkook sucks onto it until it’s swollen and throbbing, and he proceeds to the next one. He could never get enough of you, littering bite marks around your breast and collar bone.

“Your pussy’s milking my cock so good, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his thrust becoming sloppy. You were so wet, pussy clenching around him while your juices ruined the sheets. 

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, groaning loudly. A free hand slaps down harshly on your stomach as he pounds into you. He recalls the few times the two of you spoke of the future - of getting married and having children. He declared that he desired them to look exactly like you - you were just so perfect in his eyes. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” Jungkook feels himself about to cum. His hands don't remove from your stomach. It was soft and it drove him crazy just thinking about you round with his child - your breast enlarging with breast milk to feed his child. You would be an amazing mother and he would enjoy nothing more than for you to be at home while he provided for you and the child you both shared.

Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching. He’s humming slowly, trying to regain his breath. He places a deep kiss upon your lips, sweaty forehead placed against your own.

Your head is pounding. Your throat is sore and dry and your body aches. You try to rake your mind about what the hell is going on and what has happened to lead up to this. You blink your eyes open, hissing how bright the light shines above you.

Your wrist is aching and when you attempt to move, you notice you cannot. Your wrist appears to be detained and when your mind registers this, you begin to whimper. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you blink them away to attempt to see what the hell is going on.

“Baby!”

Your thrashing stiffens at the familiar voice. Your blood runs cold and your mind is screaming alarm bells.

“You’re awake.”

You blink away your tears rapidly to regain your vision. It takes you a few moments, but when you do you’re crying all over again.

Jungkook was before you, but it wasn’t just him before you that had you screaming and crying. It was the man, tall and smiling warmly, covered in blood. The irony smells hit your nostrils and your stomach churns. Your head whips around to your surroundings, unsure of just where the hell you’re at. Your wrist is bound behind you. You’re sitting on a wooden chair in a room unknown to you.

“I didn’t want you to see this but…” Jungkook sighs, trailing off. He steps away to show you what was behind him and the reason why he’s covered in blood. 

Your throat releases a horrified whimper, eyes wide with tears.

“I had to do it, baby.” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “They weren’t real friends. They left you alone at a party where you were drugged!”

The lifeless body of both of your friends laid flat against the ground, blood covering their skin even more than it did Jungkook’s. You want to vomit at the horrifying scene but somehow manage not to.

“P-Please-”

“Don’t start with your shit!” Jungkook raises a bloody hand to silence you. “Listen to me.”

You flinch when Jungkook takes a step towards you, eyes closing ready for him to deliver the same fate as your friends.

Jungkooks eyes widen at the sight of you cowering before him.

“You think I would harm you?” Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “Everything I have done has been…for you. For us.” Each word that releases from Jungkook’s mouth is a hiss. His eyes are wide and he appears utterly insane. “I saved you from being raped by that bastard! I got rid of the trash you call friends!” 

You jump when you hear banging coming from Jungkook, but you open your eyes to look. 

“You left me for what, Y/N? To be left alone at a party and drugged? These weren’t your friends.” Jungkook scoffs. He goes as far as to spit on the two girls you dare to call your friends. “You got a restraining order against me just for me to not be the bad guy.”

You scream when you feel a hand on your jaw. Jungkook shakes your head to force your eyes open. His hands feel wet and sticky, obviously with the blood of your friends. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook voice cracks as if he was the one that is hurting - as if you weren’t the one that had to witness the deceased body of your friends and an ex boyfriend declaring he did it for you. “Say it back….” Jungkook’s lips are soft when they kiss your cheeks. Your salty tears are warm against his lips. “...Say it back….” Jungkook continues.

“Fuck you!” you scream. You’re thrashing, kicking your feet to get Jungkook away from you. Your wrists are burning with your arms attempting to release them.

“Already did.” Jungkook laughs gleefully. He isn’t upset at your outburst. You’re a pure soul and he’s saddened that you had to see this - death of fake friends and learning the realization of your (almost) assault. “How could you not remember the way we made love, baby?”

Jungkook trails a hand on your covered stomach. You stopped your struggle at his words, eyes wide and tearful. 

“You were so wet for me, baby. You missed me just as much as I missed you.” Jungkook taps your stomach gently. “Soon the product of our love is going to grow.”

Jungkook’s eyes are shining with love - to you it was psychotic. Jungkook was insane. This wasn’t love - you heard him admit to raping you; there was no way you could consent while drugged. 

“No…” you shake your head at Jungkook’s words, but the man only nods. “...I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I hate you.” you repeat.

“Stop.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knitting. “How could you say that after-” “I hate you!” you scream in his face - and you repeat it again, again and again. You repeat it until Jungkook’s hand tangles into your hair and yanks it back. 

“Say you love me, Y/N.” Jungkook demands. “Say you’ll stay with me.”

Jungkook was crazy - there was no well in hell you would remain with a murderer. If you thought Jungkook was bad before, your thoughts on him have worsened now.

“I’ll never love you.”

Jungkook's heart thumps rapidly. Your words make his heart ache.

“You don’t mean that.” Jungkook shakes his head. His hand tightens itself in your hair. “You’re just upset. This is my fault. I should’ve taken you home.”

“I’ll never love you!” you hiss at him. 

Jungkook’s heart thumps again. His eyes stare into your own. 

You weren’t lying.

You hated him.

You feared him.

Your eyes weren’t lying, nor were the words coming from your mouth.

“I see.” Jungkook murmurs, dropping his hand from your hair. He takes a step back, tilting his head at you. “You’ll never love me again.” he states, more to himself than you. “If I cannot have your love, Y/N, then there is no reason for either of us to live.”

Your breathing increases at Jungkook’s words. He reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a pocket knife.

“I love you.” Jungkook’s crying now as he speaks. “Everything I did was for you!”

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t speak now.” Jungkook interrupts, pointing the knife at your throat. “You’ll never love me and I’ve accepted that.” Jungkook drops to his knee. He leans down to your face. You’re whimpering - and even now, Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. It saddens him that this is what you chose. “Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.”

“Jung-”

Jungkook places his lips on yours - a final kiss he tells himself. He places the pocket knife onto your throat and slits it. It’s deep and he feels the blood rush out and squirts onto him. You cough into the kiss, and Jungkook isn’t far behind. He slits his own throat just as deep. He’s coughing, placing his head onto your lap, desiring to be just as close to you in death as he desired in life.

Your eyes snap open and a scream erupts from your lungs right when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. Your hands grip your neck, heart pumping outside your chest. 

You’re in your room.

A shaky hand grabs your phone that was laid on the bedside table and turn off the alarm. It was titled “work”.

Your eyes watch as your phone displays the day of the week.

Friday.

8 A.M.

An hour before you had to be at work.

Was everything that happened to you…

“A dream?” your voice is hoarse and low. There’s goosebumps littering your skin and you’re visibly shaking.

You were having deja vu.

No, you did this already - you’re sure of it. 

Your dream began with you waking up just as you were now. Friday at 8 A.M.

Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine. You didn’t need to think what was going to happen next. 

Your phone sounds suddenly. Color drained from your face. You knew who was calling you without having to look at the screen. You were reliving your dream. Could you call it a dream or vision?

Were you given a second chance at life?

You recall the way you declined the unknown number and proceed in getting ready for work. Jungkook was knocking at your door. You recalled the party you were invited to, your friends, Dean.

You scurry down the hall to your bathroom just as your stomach churns. You release the vomit into the toilet, clenching the side of it.

“What’s going on…” you murmur to yourself, flushing the toilet. There was no way you were reliving what you had dreamt.

You began to brush your teeth and wash your face, hands trembling.

You don’t go to the kitchen like you would usually when you wake up. If your dream was correct, Jungkook would be-

A sudden knock makes you yelp. You’re stiff in your spot, eyes wide.

In your dream, you told Jungkook that you wanted nothing to do with him. That the relationship was over.

You told Jungkook you hated him as he stands before you, covered in blood.

You could feel the way the knife rips through your throat, unable to breath or help yourself.

“Open the door Y/N.”

Jungkook’s voice frightens you.

Your breathing becomes heavy.

Your dream was becoming a reality - if it was ever a dream. 

‘Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.’

Jungkook’s last words replay in your head while the hair on your skin raises. 

Before your mind thinks, your feet are moving. You slam the door open, eyes wide at Jungkook. He stands straighter at seeing you after a month.

“Y/N…are you okay?” Jungkook wants to hug you. You appear to be seconds away from crying and it causes his heart to thump.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, voice cracking.

“Y/N…baby…” Jungkook takes a step closer.

You wrap your arms around Jungkook, crashing into his chest. 

Jungkook’s distraught, but he doesn’t push you away. He wraps his arms around you and presses his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. 

Your hands clench his shirt, trembling. 

You didn’t want to die.

You didn’t want your friends to die.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook murmurs after a sweet moment of having you in his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” you sob.

 Your mind is screaming at you to run. To push him away. There was a possibility that you could do things right - not go to a party and meet Dean. You can just go to work and home.

However, you’re tired. You’re tired of the phone calls and having to constantly look over your shoulder. There was a possibility that you could face the same fate as the dream.

“P-Please s-stay with me.” you stutter out.

Jungkook's heart pounds with excitement. “Really?” he gently pushes you back to look at your face. You’re crying, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you.” he wipes your tears, a small smile on your lips. 

You nod your head at him. You step back and allow him to follow you in. 

Jungkook closes the door behind him. He leans down to kiss your lips. 

Jungkook sighs into the kiss. He missed your soft lips.

“I promise, baby, I’ll be better.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to lose you.” you murmur to him.

You’re unsure if this decision was the correct one, but you were far too frightened to see what an angered Jungkook would do to you in this reality if you denied him.

#Visions #trivia-yandere #bts smut #btswritingcafe #bangtanwriters net #bangtan smut #bangtanwritershq #btswritersclub #btswriterscollective #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jungkook yandere #yandere jungkook #yandere bts #bts fanfic

[diooonna]

exes attract, luke castellan.

cw: oral (m receiving), swearing, exes, cheating & more

“i’d rather just fuck on my ex again,” - open arms by sza ft. travis scott.

it plays in the back of your head while you sloppily suck luke’s cock, softly squeezing the base of it. his fingers instinctively tighten in your hair and he pushes your lips farther onto him.

his hair sticks to his forehead perfectly, ironically resembling that of a god.

his toned arm flexes each time he pulls your head back and forth on him, and you only run your warm tongue over a vein to get a whimper out of him.

he hisses softly when you swirl your tongue around his puffy tip to show your appreciation for his fat cock taking up your throat.

“keep goin’, just like that—don’t stop,” he groaned out, nodding and running his clammy thumb over your cheek. you look so beautiful like this. puffy lips swaddling his—almost suffocating—cock.

you two had dated years back, the breakup was mostly pertaining to your own life and problems. it ended in a fight. a dramatic one.

you two stayed away from each other, finding other filler people to soothe the ache of being separated. you both were fine though, right? (loud incorrect buzzer.)

the bonfire was loud, with campers chatting and running around. his eyes met with yours, your sultry gaze running all over him for a split second. 

he looked away. 

his pants tightened at the mere sight of you. your smile was almost intoxicating. your lips wrapped around that cherry sucker perfectly, while he pathetically tried to hide the slight bulge in his jeans. 

your boyfriend tapped your leg to let you know he was off to the lake. 

wasn’t too long before luke bumped into you. 

his moans grew louder and more frequent, matching the rhythm of your sucking, “almost done with you, gonna give you all of m-my cum. gonna take it real g-good, aren’t you?” he taunted you while you sputtered and gagged around him. it’s like he hated you but didn’t, like he was putting on a tough front for you.

you made sure to nod, though, not wanting him to push himself deeper down your throat.

“so pretty like this. not fuckin’ yelling and bitching all the time,” he loved the way his cock could shut you up so fast. 

his voice cracked, and his body trembled under the intense feeling of your soft mouth. his hands didn’t move from your hair, gripping more and more as he straightened his back, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. 

he groaned at the sight of you, his hands tightening in your hair. his hips jerked forward, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as he lost control. He couldn't believe how good it felt and how much he was enjoying this. 

it was disgusting. you both had your respective partners, yet you felt zero remorse. 

“tastes so good, lukey,” your muffled moans only reminded him of how much he missed you. 

luke gasped, his hands gripping your head as he held onto the last remaining bit of control over his body. he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this and how good it felt to be touched like this. 

“i know, i know, baby. pretty baby.” your puffy lips provided him with the warmth he longed for since you’d broken up. he’s trying so hard to be complacent, like he hadn’t been stalking your socials since the breakup; it was pathetic. 

his breathing was ragged, and his fat cock was throbbing in your mouth. his hips began to buck wildly, pushing deeper into your throat. 

“i-i can't... i'm c-cumming…” his grip on your hair tightened as his front slowly vanished. 

you kept stroking, though. why would you stop? his pretty eyes stuck on the way you basically swallowed his pretty cock whole, which made your cunt flutter. 

“cum for me, luke. cum down my throat if you missed me.” you nodded and taunted him while his glossy eyes could only roll back.

his entire body tensed, his cock pulsing violently in your mouth as he released his seed. hot, thick cum filled your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. he groaned loudly, his hips finally stilling after what felt like hours of him bucking and pushing his cock into your mouth.

you almost immediately swallow, occasionally gagging while cum drips down your chin. tears just roll down your face as he cradles your chin carefully.

 

it wasn’t cheating, just a reconciliation.

#pjo #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x you #luke pjo #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #sza #i had a vision #and it worked #; exes attract

[stigmalarity]

college roommate!Miguel x reader

| gn! reader, masturbation, dildos, voyeurism

College Roommate!Miguel who gets back to your shared apartment after class and is puzzled by the noise complaint tacked to the door. 

The fine print describes loud noises during the hours that he’s not at home, meaning it would have to be you. But that’s still odd.

In the handful of months that the two of you have been roommates, he’s never known you to be loud. In actuality, most people would probably consider you the perfect roommate. You’re quiet, clean up after yourself, cook extra food for him, stay on top of chores, and mostly stick to your room. When the two of you do spend time together, it’s never awkward, just… comfortable. Neither of you feel the need to over-exert yourselves with social interaction while in the comforts of your own home.

Miguel likes being around you. He thinks you’re pretty.

He brings up the complaint that night as you cook dinner side-by-side.

“By the way, I came home to a noise complaint today,” he says, chopping up veggies to throw into the noodle dish you’re making. “It said something about loud noises, but it’s only during the hours when I’m not around. Have you heard anything?”

He doesn’t look at your face, but he notices the way you pause.

“Oh, um,” you start, stirring up the noodles in the wok. “I dunno, I must have been playing my music a little too loud while you were at school. My bad,” you reply. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

Miguel shrugs. “Got it. No worries,” he replies. Since he’s never experienced you being loud, he doesn’t really know what else it could be. He lifts the cutting board, and sweeps the veggies into the wok.

It’s not until a week later when his final lecture of the day gets canceled that he figures out what the noise complaint could have been about.

He doesn’t see you when he walks in, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s only when he takes out his headphones that he hears it.

His first guess is that you’re crying, and it’s technically none of his business to figure out why. As he gets closer, though, he hears it; slick, wet sounds accompanied by your voice, a bit muffled, letting out the most debauched, lecherous wails he’s ever heard.

By some sheer, dumb stroke of fate, your door is open just a crack. His palms are sweating and his pants are tightening as he approaches. He considers turning away when suddenly he hears you, clear as day. You must have pulled away from whatever you had been pressing your face into.

“F-fuh- oh, god- Fuck, Miguel!”

All the blood in his body rushes to his cock, and he’s stepping closer faster than he can think, his eyes trained on that crack in the door. When he sees you, his mind goes blank.

You’re on your knees on the bed, your chest pressed to the sheets and your cheek turned away from him. Your arm is tucked under your torso and between your legs, fucking yourself silly with a flesh tan dildo that for a moment, reminds him of his own cock. Your pretty hole is absolutely soaked, and there's a frothy, white ring gathered at the base of the dildo that he wants to see you lick off.

He stays there, his hand squeezing at his now ridiculously hard cock over his pants as you push yourself up to face the headboard, adjust the dildo underneath you, and start bouncing.

You moan his name again. Then, as if remembering something, you press your hand over your mouth, swallowed by the sleeve of the hoodie that your other hand is tugging up your waist. The bed creaks beneath you, but you keep going.

Arousal lurches hot in his stomach when he realizes the hoodie is one he’s been missing for weeks.

Miguel only lets himself watch for a few more moments, hungrily taking in every inch of you, every noise that escapes your pretty lips and committing it to memory before he turns around and walks back to the door. He opens it wide, then slams it shut, loud enough for you to hear. Your moaning ceases. 

His eyes are trained on your bedroom door as you rush over and shut it completely.

#this came to me in a vision as i was washing off my toys in the bathroom sink #winnie writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x you #atsv x y/n #spider man 2099 x reader #atsv x you #atsv smut

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

warnings: lil bit of voyeurism 🤏

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

you haven’t seen jason todd in almost three days, and he hasn’t fucked you in twice as long; you know it’s not up to him when duty calls, but you’re starting to lose your patience. nevertheless, you’re not one to sit around and mope—you’ve decided to make the best out of a bad situation and practice a little self-care, putting to use the dainty pink vibrator you ordered for nights just like this.

your back arches off the mattress at the steady pulsations on your clit, and you bite your lip as an orgasm starts to build deep in your abdomen. you need something more to get you there, so you turn to your mental catalogue of fantasies and memories of jason. after all, with a boyfriend like him, who needs something as pedestrian as porn? you settle on a new idea—something you and he haven’t tried before—and feel a smile spreading on your face.

you imagine jason sitting across from you on the bed, his legs splayed out between yours as he watches you pleasure yourself. you think about the way his green eyes would roam your half-naked body, and the words he’d say as you tease yourself. fuck, look at that pretty pussy. you gonna show me what you do when I’m not here? c’mon, put on a show for me, ma.

you imagine him stroking himself to the sight of you, his fist moving slowly along his hard cock, and you let out a whine. you picture his eyes trained on your wet cunt as he pumps himself faster, and you moan again as your walls clench harshly. jason’s voice continues to echo in your head as you insert a digit into your tight entrance; feels good, huh? you like showin’ off, don’t you, princess? look at you, spreadin’ for me like this. you visualise his parted lips and lust-blown pupils as he stares. cum for me, baby, c’mon.

you whimper at the thought of his furrowed brows and contracting abdomen as he chases his own release, his fist working his sensitive tip while his eyes take in the way you fuck yourself. your legs widen as your climax draws near, and you dial up the speed one more time, your hips bucking against your vibrator. with a lewd cry of his name, your orgasm pulses through you, fluids leaking onto your hand as you cum hard around your finger.

your chest heaves as you switch off the vibrator and drop it somewhere in the sheets, your other hand spreading your release over your tender pussy. your heartbeat pounds in your ears, and you let out a contented sigh, still absently teasing yourself.

you’re so dazed that you barely hear your bedroom door click shut.

“finished already?” shit.

“jay!” you gasp. heat pools in your cheeks as you sit up, your legs clasping shut. fuck, how long has he been there? he steps close to the bed, the dim lamplight catching his features; by the smug expression on his face, you know he’s seen more than enough.

“don’t get shy on me now,” jason coos, his tone cocky. he drops his red hood mask onto the floor with a thud, stepping toward you as his eyes rake over you hungrily. he towers over your frame, and you take note of the prominent bulge in his pants. “c’mon, ma,” he coaxes with a wicked grin. “why don’t you show me that again?”

#this came to me in a vision and I had to share #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x you #dc comics #batman

[nanaslutt]

sukuna making you hold uraumes legs apart for him as you sit behind them and kiss them while he eats their cunt out like a man starved, his thick fingers stretching them out and jabbing against their sensitive gspot

how cute their moans whines would be against your lips as they experience pleasure they’ve never felt before. their nails digging into your arms as you keep their slender legs wide open, their eyes so glossed over with need and arousal when they pull away from the kiss, looking at you for solace as they quickly get overwhelmed by sukunas relentless tongue :3

#i’m singlehandedly carrying the uraume fucker fandom #DO YOU SEE THE VISION #I NEED THEM *SOBS* #uraume smut #sukuna smut

[eddiesghxst]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cz3vEYss15I/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== (SFW LINK!)

Okay but imagine Eddie having a secret talent for card tricks like this if he ever did this to me imma jump his bones on the spot 😔✋

Eddie: *shows card trick* impressed?

Still Eddie: …. Wait why are you looking at me like that? 😳

(Eddie screaming like a banshee in mere seconds after tackling him)

GOD HE WOULD, he so would oh my god, he’s such a nerd i hate him

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he would be so confused when you’re immediately all over him, pawing at him and tugging at the jawstring of his sweats, pulling his soft dick out as you mouth at his neck.

“woah, princess. what’s your deal, huh?” you lean back to look at him as you languidly stroke his cock, nuzzling against his hand when he reaches up to push your hair back. you frown, because it’s stupid and you can’t believe fucking card tricks sent you into a goddamn heat.

“the… the cards.” you mumble.

eddie raises an eyebrow, “the cards?” and you groan, dropping your head to softly thump against his shoulder, “please don’t make me admit it, eds.” you grumble into his shirt.

you swipe your thumb over his tip, his cock now alert and slowly filling out with excitement from your touch, and eddie hisses, hips bucking up against your hand. he breathlessly chuckles, “i’m a little confused, babe.”

you roll your eyes, pulling back to look at him again, “the card tricks were hot, eddie.”

and eddie almost laughs, he almost does, but then your squeezing his cock and fuck— the cards go falling to the ground in a white flurry, scattering all across the living room floor just like eddie’s fucking brain.

and sure eddie might be annoyed that he has to pick up all those cards, and he’s gonna be even more pissed off when he counts the cards and realizes he’s lost a few of them to the void that is the space under his couch— but shit, he can’t seem to find a reason to care because now you’re sinking down to your knees— and jesus christ, eddie’s gonna learn more card tricks after this.

#he can shuffle my cards anytime #and i don’t mean the ones that come in a deck😮‍💨😩 #<<< ​that made no sense BUT THE VISION IS THERE #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #drabble