#x f reader

[mo-aiki]

One-sided Love Exist... (Yandere Fiancé x F. Reader)

Summary: You have been in love with your fiancé, but all you know is that he isn't in love with you until you do something about it.

Notes: I got this inspiration from @mayulla, their story is here. Also, I might or might not do a part 2 for this story so wait on that

Warning: fake love, forced love, obsession, I don't condone these behaviors, I just write it.

Love.

Something you have always wished for to happen to you. All of the love stories you have read. You wished to be the princess saved by her knight or to be a princess who saves the one she loves. That was all you wanted. A knight or a prince in shining armor. That's where your fiancé came in.

A duke's son. Your fiancé, Alaric de Caius. He had seemed to fit the mold, perfectly. He looked regal and handsome with his black hair and dark blue eyes. You were only 9 when you had met him, but you couldn't help but smile when you first saw him.

Overtime you had absolutely fallen in love with him. He was a man of morals, he believe in the same things as you of what was right and wrong, he was academically talented, he was athletically talented, and he treated people around him the same whether or not they held a title.

A wonderful man.

But the problems arose when you had seen he had never paid attention towards you.

He never looked you way, seemed to say anything towards you, or seem to acknowledge you at all.

"Good morning Alaric!"

He wouldn't look.

You didn't understand why he ignored you. His indifference towards you, hurt. You didn't know if it was your ego that was hurting or it was truly your heart that was hurting, but something was in pain. But you didn't give up! Both of you were bound to get married to each other, one day!

Often talking to him first, soon enough he responded.

Bringing sweets such as cookies or sweet bread from the kitchen. Watching him eat it with no signs of disgust, might have made your day.

But you must also strive hard too! To be worthy of being a Duchess, you must help him by studying, taking up hobbies such as perfecting painting, embroidery and writing poems that have deep meanings. You must also know how to manage a household, so you asked your father if you could learn how to manage the servant's wages and everything going on in the household.

Everything you did was for him.

You did not partake in gossip with your bestest of friends, you didn't spread malicious rumors about someone, and you tried not to do the most selfish thing if there was a selfless option. Your friends, love you but saw you in pain. "Why do you do these stressful things (y/n)?" they would constantly ask.

"Because I am going to be future Duchess one day, I must prepare!" You would say cheerfully.

Alina Thompson.

Her family was new money. Her father was a merchant who was able to strike gold in selling a once thought, rare ore. Opening trades with the east, she has risen to become the daughter or Baron Thompson.

Your friends didn't like her. One of them saying, "There is something off about her..." and another saying, "Why does she look at Duke Caius like that..."

You had brought it up to Alaric one day. He said there was, "Nothing to worry about, she is just an acquaintance.", and at first you didn't worry, heck you even befriended her. She was pretty. Her hair, long and blonde, her eyes a bright green color like emeralds, and her smile the brightest you have ever seen. She often wore pink and you did as well. But she always seemed to not get along with your friends after a few meetings. Or any noble women in fact. She had always stirred the pot with the other women in high society, supposedly acting different as if she had 2 different personalities in front of others. But she had always gotten along with the men. They spoke high praises of her. From her looks to personality. She even had admirers of her own. She was perfect, but most women disliked her. But you didn't think anything of it.

Until the day of the royal ball.

You saw with your very own eyes. Alaric's arm, being held by her's. She had the brightest, most shameless smile that day. All the men looked uncomfortable while the women were shocked. It was no secret that you and Alaric were engaged. And it was definitely no secret that you were in love with him.

They danced together. They wore matching outfits. Even the flowers on both of their corsages were the same. He had smiled at her as they were dancing. He gave her, her first dance of high society at her first ball, a royal one in fact. There was no way he had no idea what he meant by his actions. Your heart shattered as your friends got mad at both of them.

"Why that sly fox! How could she betray your kindness like this?!"

"(y/n)! If you need to I can kill him myself!"

"No!" you had quietly yelled out.

You friends looked at you, worried on their faces. "(b/s/f #1), (b/s/f #2), I need to...go..."

You ran away towards the royal garden, letting your tears to flow down.

Once you got home, you destroyed the books, the gifts he gave you and finally sat down on the floor and cried you heart out.

Your heart had shattered that day, nothing felt like it was going to fix it. It felt like the end of the world.

The next day came, and you holed yourself up in your room.

Your bedroom door would not open. Nothing will work. Your father was worried, your friends, pestered at you, and the servants knock and check up on you as well. But even though you knew all these people cared, you truly only wanted one person to come and see you, Alaric.

You don't know if you were a masochist or not, but you did want answers.

Soon, one of the maids came in. "Leave me alone..." you mumbled in your pillow.

"No. Duke Caius is here to visit you. So I must get you ready, young lady."

You looked up at the maid as she chuckled. "What's so funny?" you asked almost like a pouting child.

"Your eyes are puffy my lady. If you do not want the Duke to notice it, I suggest you get ready, now."

You pouted as you got up.

The next thing you knew, you had seen Alaric. His perfectly combed over hair, his eyes, calm, and the placement of his lapels, in order as followed. You had bowed your head down slightly, as he sat down at the table.

You didn't even bother looking at him. If you did, you didn't think you could bear it. It was an embarrassing night for you. All you did was look at your tea, slowly stirring the sugar cube, looking at it and spacing out in the process.

"(y/n)?"

You looked up. This was the first time he had ever called out your name. He had always referred to you as Lady (l/n), out of formality, but he has never called out your name like you do his.

"Did you hear what I said?"

You took a moment and shook your head. "No, I'm sorry..."

"That's okay, I can say it again."

Why did your heart tug at this? You felt yourself being anxious for what he wanted to say. But first you wanted the answer to why he brought Alina to the royal ball the other night.

"I had brought out Lady Thompson to the ball a few nights ago, because of her father. He had wanted to make sure his daughter secured an escort for her first royal ball. He had insisted I had better escort her, otherwise she wouldn't come."

An excuse.

"I helped her father find the rare ore that had made him Baron. I must help him again."

Lies.

"So that's your excuse..." you mumbled out of your mouth.

He looked at you, his eyes were still. He had no emotion after what you had just said. "(y/n), it's the truth."

"Lies. We are engaged, but my debutant ball and first royal ball, you didn't escort me at all."

You remember it well. He had said he was busy, and you thought nothing of it, because he wouldn't escort or dance with anyone else anyways.

"When we had our first dance, you didn't even look at me."

It broke your heart that night when you both finally had that first dance you had been waiting for, only to be sad when he didn't smile, look or seemed to be enjoying it in any way.

"I had wanted us to get matching outfits, but you held it off saying, 'you hadn't gotten measured yet'."

He would get measured for an outfit for another woman, but not you? His own fiancé?

You felt nothing but anger now towards him. "Was it a waste of my time to devote it all towards you? I know your favorite snacks, colors, meal, drink, what to do as duchess..."

You felt like you were about to cry again, but tried to hold it in. "WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?!" your hands slammed the table as you felt your tears coming down your face as you looked at him.

Hoping he would say it wasn't in vain. That all of these things you did for him, would mean something.

"I had never asked you to do these things, (y/n). I am tired of your antics."

You couldn't believe you had ever loved this man.

You immediately went back inside, and into your room to cry once more.

Alaric has never needed anyone close to him.

He never understood you and your stupid antics to get closer towards him. From bringing snacks, to gifting the books he so wanted, to talking to him way to often.

He had an alright childhood. His father was sick and his mother was dead from childbirth, so he needed to become duke heir at a young age. Relying on himself to make the right or wrong decisions while his father's health deteriorated overtime.

His father wanted him to get married to his close friend, Marquis (l/n), so he arranged the engagement before his death, and after his death when he was 15, he kept it on because it was one of his father's final wishes. To see their families united.

But sometimes he couldn't stand (y/n). When he first met her, he had no opinions of her, other than the fact that she was nothing more than a clumsy girl trying to get his attention.

She was trying to live out fairytale romances through him. She had wanted him to be her knight in shining armor. And he didn't care for it.

He ignored her until she kept on pestering him.

Soon, they did their small talks.

He ignored the food she had gave him.

Until he ate it because he was hungry and it was his favorites.

He ignored her all throughout his childhood, because he never needed her as much as he did. He saw her as pathetic, but he couldn't help but fuel her pathetic attempts to get him to love her.

He did didn't need her. He didn't need her at all.

Plus, she was well liked. Both women and men liked her. But sometimes those men that liked her too much got on his nerves to the point of threatening them into silence. She didn't need him, she wanted him. And he didn't need her as well.

But he thought he felt something when he met Alina for the first time. But later, he realized it was nothing more than curiosity. But whenever he was around (y/n), there was always a feeling that he didn't know what it was, but always put it off, until it came creeping onto him whenever he was with Alina.

It was clear she was jealous of (y/n) and her life, so she had tried to mimic her. Her cheery attitude, beautiful smile, and her happy-go-lucky demeanor, even though he could tell that she was nothing more than hollow shell of an impression. She did all these things so that he could pay attention to her. But Alina was worse than (y/n).

Her personality and character are terrible.

She always seemed to get into fights with the other women. Whether petty drama or something a tad bit more serious. She had always seem to never get along with them. Unlike (y/n).

She was terrible at any financial things. Counting money properly, distributing money equally, and figuring out the budget. Unlike (y/n)

She had always seemed to look at others as if she was better than them. Often subtly bragging a new pendant, earrings, bracelet, shoes, dress, or hair accessories. Unlike (y/n)

Her tea was awful to drink. She always stepped on someone's toes for no good reason. Her embroidery was lackluster. Her paintings, a clear imitation. Unlike (y/n).

He remembered a time where (y/n)'s tea was bitter, when she stepped on someone's feet while dancing, when her paintings were dull, and when she had a hard time managing money. It was absolutely a clumsy and nerve-racking time. But slowly, it had shown improvement, unlike Alina's tea.

All of these hobbies that Alina had picked up and all of her personal quirks have cause him to realize one thing.

He would never look her way.

He picked Alina because he thought he could finally drive (y/n) away from her antics and say he is not interested in her at all.

When he went to the royal ball and was dancing with Alina, all he could ever think of was how (y/n) would react in the same situation. Her bright smile, cheerful eyes and glowing aura would all be very lovely. He couldn't help but unconsciously smile during the dance, and it seemed to have fueled Alina's determination to take her down.

But now he wonders why he had those thoughts during the dance with Alina.

She had holed up in her manor ever since that royal ball.

Alaric didn't see her. No letter, no snacks, no anything. Nothing had came. He should be elated. Happy. Excited. Joyful.

But all he felt was a big hole. A big empty hole somewhere in his body.

He had thought he had heard her all over the place. "Alaric. You need to stop overworking yourself to death! You might get sick!"

"It's none of your concerns, Lady (l/n)."

"Huh?"

He looked up from his paperwork, only to see his secretary looking at him, confused? "What did you say, Your Grace?"'

He looked down at his paperwork. "Nothing of note."

It happened again when he was reading through the manor's ledgers. "Can I help you with that Alaric? I'm very good with ledgers!"

"It is fine Lady (l/n)."

"Your Grace?"

Once again, he looked up only to see his butler, looking at him confused.

He felt like he was going insane.

He had developed a high fever one day from overworking. His butler called in the family's doctor, and the doctor said to take a break today.

But his fever kept on running, and the maids didn't know what to do. They gave him water that was too hot, his body kept on sweating, and they gave him food too salty for his condition. They were all incompetent when he was sick all of the sudden. And to top it off, his secretary still needed him to do paperwork for the estate.

During his time with his fever, he unconsciously only thought to see one person. (y/n).

He had wanted her to be by his side when he was sick. To take care of him and to see him recover. He wanted her to scold at him for overworking. He wanted to see her happy after he did recover from this fever. He had wanted to see her, no, he felt like he needed to see her.

He slowly opened his eyes as he was asleep for a bit. He thought he saw her in his groggy state. "...(y/n)..?"

Only to finally see clearly. It was Alina. And she looked pissed, but he was even more pissed. "How dare you! How dare you call out the name of that woman when I'm here?!"

He got up and yelled. "GUARDS!"

She got mad. "Oh, now you're calling the guards?! I came here to help you! And this is what I get?!"

He looked at her with contempt. "How did you know I was sick?"

She looked anxious. "The butler told me! He contacted me with a letter! Look!"

She pulled out a messily handwritten letter as people came up towards his room. His secretary and butler came to his side. "Who is this?" his secretary asked.

Alaric's head was banging, but managed to respond. "Lady Thompson. I do not know how she got here."

Alina looked scarred as the secretary called a maid to call the guards. "How did you get in here Lady Thompson?"

"I got here because the butler told me to come here because His Grace is sick!"

The butler looked confused. "I do not recall writing a letter to anyone."

Alina got mad. "Yes you did! I have the evidence!"

She held her letter as the secretary grabbed it out of her hands. "Butler, is this your handwriting?"

The butler fixed his glasses and shook his head. "I do not write this sloppily, even when writing fast."

Alina got even more mad as the guard got up the stairs. "Your Grace?"

"Take her away, and make sure she never sets foot in the estate again."

"Wha..? HEY!" The guards took Alina while she protested. All the servants went back to work as his secretary looked at him. "I will investigate where that letter came from, Your Grace."

Alaric looked at the ceiling as he started to lay down in his bed. "There is no need. But do investigate how she got in here and how she knew. We might have a stalker on our hands if I'm not careful..."

His secretary nodded. "Yes Your Grace, I hope you recover quickly, soon."

All he could do is stare up to the ceiling. Thinking. If (y/n) had done this, maybe he wouldn't had been as mad as he was back there. Maybe he would had enjoyed her trying to fumble out a response of how she knew he was sick. Maybe he would had enjoyed her antics of trying to cure him of his fever.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he slowly fell back asleep, dreaming.

When he had gotten better after 3 days, he immediately went to the (l/n) estate. He didn't know why, but he needed to go there after his fever.

He was led to the garden as he waited for her to get ready. Then he looked around. The garden was filled with flowers. Pink, white, purple, and blue flowers seemed to be her favorite. The servants brought out her favorite tea set. A pink and white ceramic one. He has only seen it every time she had hosted her friends. She only brought out the other tea sets with him.

She looked different. She looked less lively. Her skin looked pale, her eyes a bit puffy and her hands fiddling with the tea cup, nervously.

He had only brought up his purpose at being in at the royal ball with Alina, when she started talking about his shortcomings in their relationship.

How he didn't accompany her to her first ball, didn't look at her for their first dance, and how he always gave an excuse for not wearing matching outfits.

But something came out of his mouth when talking to her. "I had never asked you to do these things, (y/n). I am tired of your antics."

He felt annoyed at her behavior. She got too clingy and annoying now. Bringing up insignificant things. She got annoying in this very moment.

She soon ran away as he left the (l/n) estate.

He wanted to go home and rid his memories of her immature behavior. Hoping that her behavior won't continue again.

A/N: I should do a part 2. But you'll have to wait a while.

#yandere x reader #yandere childhood friend #yandere oc x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #yandere #yandere duke #yandere duke x reader #x f reader

[sockmeat]

Never done this before so I’m not sure I’m doing this right but I saw you take requests for Lucifer so I wanted to try.

How about a romantic Lucifer x good human reader where reader somehow ends up in hell while still alive and meets Lucifer and he falls for her.

In the first episode it said that he never got to see what good came from humanity so maybe he finally does when getting to know reader.

(Sorry If I did this wrong ^^“)

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

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𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 428

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Thanks to some asshole friends, you're stuck in Hell with no way out. Thankfully, you find a nice hotel to stay in, but the owner's dad is going to be making visit and he just so happens to be the king of Hell.

(𝐀/𝐍): Can you tell I'm just cycling through the same 3 images......

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Wrote this while I was tired so it might be trash fair warning

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ You ended up in hell after a sleepover with your friends, where they were playing around with an old book of portals they found and went too far. You were the one singled out and thrown in and now you have absolutely no way of going back.

♡ You heard of the Hazbin Hotel and how they were trying to redeem sinners and figured that was your best shot at being safe and finding a way to get back to Earth, so that's how you ended up there.

♡ Charlie was not only excited to show her father her hotel and hopefully get some support, but maybe also get some input on how she could help you.

♡ You and Lucifer met when he first visited the hotel.

♡ You were very nervous about it; you weren't sure what kind of man the king of Hell would be.

♡ But the second he burst into the room and greeted Charlie with a big hug, you relaxed significantly.

♡ He went on to greet Keekee, then Razzle and Dazzle, then Vaggie before he saw you.

♡ He looked instantly surprised to see you, then confused.

♡ He asked Charlie, very bluntly, what a human was doing in Hell of all places.

♡ You stepped in, introduced yourself as kindly and smoothly as you could to the literal king of Hell, and explained how you got there.

♡ Sleepover, creepy old book, bad friends, Hell.

♡ The day went on and Lucifer found interest in you.

♡ Not only were you a human in Hell, but you were so considerate there was no way you even deserved to be there.

♡ Lucifer watched your interactions with the others with something swelling in his chest. He could barely work up the nerve to talk to you himself, he wanted you to treat him the way you were treating them, but he didn't feel confident that he could be normal under that attention.

♡ When it was finally time for him to leave, Lucifer was surprisingly reluctant.

♡ Even with Alastor up his butthole about being like Charlie's new dad, Lucifer wasn't certain when he'd see you again.

♡ He couldn't exactly just find you wandering around the pride ring. And when was the next time he would be invited to the hotel?

♡ But, eventually he left, with a plan to make more excuses to visit the hotel.

♡ He stuck true to his gut and did visit, getting closer to Charlie and you in the process.

♡ Win, win!

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #my writing #headcanons #x f reader #x fem reader #x female reader

[lab1rynth]

hii! :D

I was wondering if requests were open and if they were, if I could request a sub sugar daddy type yandere? So basically, a yandere who just buys everything for you and does anything to get your attention? But he isn't a daddy, just pure sub. you don't have to do this and can change anything u want,, :)

Also, could I be an anon, and if yes can I be 🎀 anon please? tyy <3

Welcome New anon! Hope you dont mind, I also made him a dilf!!

Yan!DILF/Sugar Daddy

Yan!Dilf who's kids you meet on the the day you first moved in next door, they were playing with a garden hose outside when they noticed you dropping off boxing and went to see you. The two drenched kids welcoming you to the neighborhood and inviting you for dinner, which you accepted gleefully, much better than the bowl of ramen you were planning on snacking on.

Yan!Dilf who's quite surprised when his kids bring in a total stranger, though welcoming you with kindness once his kids explained who you are. He made sure to calmly tell them how dangerous it is to welcome strangers into the house without his permission, but let it slide this time.

Yan!Dilf who decides to do a barbeque so you all can just relax and eat outside, his kids just splashing around with the hose and accidentally getting his shirt soaked showing off his torso quite a bit. He wasn't ripped and he did have a little bit of chub to him, like a dad bod. You, of course, caught yourself staring and directed your attention back to laughing at the kids.

Yan!Dilf who continues to invite you to dinner every night for the next few months, having you learn more and more about him. He's a single father, his exe wife died during child birth after giving birth to the twins 7 years ago. He hasn't really tried dating since then, he's been so busy with work and his kids that he never actually had time to give it a thought.

Yan!Dilf who you start spending more time with before dinner, helping around the house, watching the kids when he needs to do something. You fill a whole in his heart that has been left empty for a long while. He finds himself falling in love with you, wanting to just be there right beside you for the rest of his life.

Yan!Dilf who starts taking you out to eat when the kids are at school, buying you clothes, food and necessities even if you refuse. He just wants to spoil you. His face turns bright red every time he sees you wearing the clothes he bought for you, feeling so proud anytime you eat food he makes for you.

Yan!Dilfs kids who one day propose a sleep over, of course you say yes to it! You head over to the house and help the twins make a little fort, their father joining in around the end to help his kids fix up the fort, as it kept falling apart. After making a little snack platter and turning on a movie on his laptop, he got dressed in a grey short sleeved shirt and boxers, showing off his body quite a lot, hoping you'd notice.

Yan!Dilf who ends up cuddling you with one arm and his kids with the other as you sleep under the tent, though all he can do is stare at you, pressing a kiss on your head and holding you close, admiring your beautiful face.

Yan!Dilf who confesses his love to you the next day after making breakfast and dropping the kids off, he's on his knee's cupping your hands in his own and begging you to be with him, telling you how much he loves you and how he dreams of wedding you some day, opening up his heart and spilling his emotions for you.

Yan!Dilf who, for all this time, has been collecting photos of you on his phone, looking at them before bed every night after you go home. He dreams about your future as he sleeps, and he wants more kids with you. If you're able to give birth, he's nervous and scared that the same thing will happen to you that happened to his wife, but he's willing to try if you take enough precautions. If you can't, he's so excited to be able to adopt some in the future with you!

Yan!Dilf who will do anything for you, right when you ask, no matter what. You dont like someone? They aren't going in a 100 mile radius of you ever again. Sex? Hell yeah, baby, lets strip. Want a massage? He'll learn all of the good techniques just for you.

Yan!Dilf who was never able to get you off his mind, or out of reach, without pouting. He cuddles against you and holds onto your hips and hands whenever he can. This man whimpers whenever you trace his finger along his skin or give him a smooch. He lets out small moans anytime you press kisses to his neck or massage his back, he's basically putty in your hands.

#x fem!reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #male reader #x masc reader #x female y/n #x you #yandere x you #x f reader #x m reader #x gender neutral reader #x you fluff #yandere writing #MyMindsElectric #WhiteBall

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | hanma shuji, hakkai shiba, kazutora hanemiya.

NOTE | this was supposed to include more characters but I ran out of inspiration </3 also happy birthday to my baby hakkai!!

— HANMA.

❧ As soon as Hanma feels your arms wrap around his shoulders, his smirk widens into a full grin and he leans back in his seat to be closer to you.

❧ He gets incredibly cocky (and turned on) over the fact that a sweet little thing like you can't resist showing affection for someone as twisted as him.

❧ If you give him a kiss on the cheek, he'll turn around and grab your jaw — fingers sinking into your cheeks, and pull you in for a big, messy kiss, asserting his dominance and making sure you remember who's in control in this relationship.

❧ Your touch fuels his already inflated ego, clearly making him feel like he's the center of your world. He thrives off the idea that he has so much power over you, skillfully manipulating you like a puppet master pulling invisible strings.

❧ But deep down, Hanma genuinely cherishes the affection he receives from you. He just masks it with a layer of arrogance to protect his ego — and his reputation.

❧ He's the God of Death, after all.

— HAKKAI.

❧ Hakkai would definitely be flustered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink and gradually turning red the longer you hold him. He's gotten used to being around you and isn't nearly as shy as he was before, but he still finds himself surprised when you show him so much love and affection.

❧ He'll bring your hands to his mouth and give them both a gentle kiss before turning around and wrapping his arms around you in a proper hug, silently thanking you for always knowing when he needs you the most.

❧ He holds you close and breathes deeply, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head before resting his chin on it.

❧ His voice, soft and sincere, trembles slightly as he whispers, "Thank you, for everything." — Four words that hold so much meaning behind them; gratitude for your love, for helping him confront his fears, and for accepting him with all his flaws.

— KAZUTORA.

❧ The first time you hugged him from behind, Kazutora's reaction was a mix of shock, confusion and irritation. He was caught off guard and his immediate response was to push you away. He hates being taken by surprise, and the gesture did nothing but activate his fight or flight.

❧ He's torn between conflicting emotions every time you try to hold him. Part of him craves the love and affection you're desperately trying to offer, but his deep-rooted issues with intimacy hold him back. He doesn't want to be vulnerable or reliant on anyone. His desire to be loved is undeniable, yet he can't fully embrace it due to his fear of being hurt or being seen as weak.

❧ However, when you persist and gently hold onto him, Kazutora eventually relents, silently letting you comfort him.

❧ The more you show him love, the more he lets you in, your gentle touch slowly starting to break down the walls he's built around his heart.

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[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hayakawa aki x fem!devil-reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader is a SEX DEVIL (aka succubus). m!receiving oral. ride 'im like a cowgirl baby!! aki bites 'n draws blood. WORD COUNT: 5.1k PSD CREDIT !!!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL SPOIL YOUR CROPS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ dedicated to the aki queen, @meownotgood

*₊˚💬୧ more than likely will be a series hehe <;33

A devil so powerful, there’s a waiting list for contracts. A devil so desirable, contracts are cherry picked. Where other devils are flippant about who they loan their power to, you are meticulous. Not a hair out of place, some might say. You have your reasons. For as much as you give, you receive so little in return. A caveat to your power is your crutch for staying alive.

Because blood is easy to come by. Cum? That takes work.

It’s deplorable, the levels you have to sink to for a meager helping of your life source. Unbecoming of a devil your size, of your stature even. Yet the irony of being the Sex Devil is that you enjoy it.

You crave it. You wish you didn’t sometimes. But a life of debauchery on Earth is better than contending in Hell and you’ll prolong your inevitable return for as long as you’re able; you’ll just be picky about your participating party.

So when a hunter started to haunt the whispers of lower-grade devils, you took notice. Delighted even when you saw what this Hayakawa Aki looked like. Devil hunters are a dime a dozen. Handsome devil hunters with brains? He’s so delectable, you can eat him alive.

You chose to wait. Your modus operandi: you will not beg for a contract.

You keep Public Safety just under your heel; close enough to be mutually beneficial, but not enough to lose your agency. So when his name came up, you needn’t hear more because your contract with him was signed the moment you laid eyes on him. “You know where to send him.” Your voice curt, you hear the click on the phone line. And once again, you wait.

The rumble of his engine is unmistakable in the dead of night. He pulls up to your residence, car humming before subtly giving way to weighted silence. His knuckles flex pensively around the steering wheel, his skin illuminated by the moonlight cascading from above. Makima’s voice, ever beguiling, plays on repeat in his head. I’m sure you’ll find her to be very helpful.

You’re unlike any devil he’s heard of, much less made contracts with. He’s signed away much more for a lot less. Yet what you ask of him has him giving a cursory look in the vanity mirror, brushing away his fringe until it’s falling over his forehead just right. His reflection stares back, mimicking his expression as it goes from dispassionate to frustrated, brows knitting tight as he chides himself with the click of his tongue.

This whole arrangement– It’s demeaning. Sex with a devil. Fraternization with the like is off-putting enough. Necessary but revolting all the same. This, however? Is far removed from those arrangements. Offering up his flesh to satiate a devil’s voracious appetite is a superficial sacrifice. You require something much more consequential: vulnerability. And to be frank, no Devil deserves that.

From your bedroom, you watch him with a huff. What’s he waiting for? You can’t help but roll your eyes at his hesitation. Humans are all the same. They kid themselves, paying reverence to baseless morals but fold under duress. You’ve seen this before from devil hunters like him. They hold sex in a high regard, thinking it’s beneath them to cavort with a devil but their first step in your door and they’re clamoring for your affection, for you. So you find it pointless that Aki’s still lingering by his car, taking a smoke break while you stew in the delay. He’s lucky he’s hot.

Nicotine in his veins and senses dulled a smidge, Aki’s come to a resolution. He’s not leaving empty-handed and he’s wasted enough time. He snuffs his cigarette out, chucks it in the car’s ashtray and adjusts his tie. Force of habit.

When you find Aki at your door, he has that same glowering mug you’ve seen him with before. He looks at you like you’re another devil to exterminate. You’d be lying if you said disdain didn’t look good on him.

His eyes, tired and narrowed, drink in your appearance and you watch as his expression starts to soften; a symptom of your pheromones at work. You follow his gaze as it trickles downward, intrigued sensuality marbling his azure eyes because of your body, what you’re wearing. You could be completely bare and still bring a person to their knees but that’s hardly any fun.

“You like it?” Your purring should be grating on his ears but it sounds like a song, a siren’s song. His leg muscles tense up, hesitating to take a step further. That just won’t do, so you gingerly walk your fingers up his tie, tugging at the knot as if to say you’ll drag him the whole way if you have to. You peer up at him, thick lashes batting alluringly but you can see his vision is still focused on your body, on the babydoll lingerie that follows the curves of your body and hugs your breasts with sheer lace. You glow under his watch, glossy lips curling to a smile as he starts to buckle under the pressure of your power.

You look… Enticing. True to your name. It’s utterly humiliating how his defenses are lowering so easily, to a devil no less, but fighting it is futile. Maybe it’s better if he lends himself to the lush feeling flooding his brain, the tension building in the crosspoint of his slacks. He gulps, perhaps swallowing the last of his pride, as careful fingers reach out to touch the lace bodice that stretches down your abdomen. “Let’s get this over with.” He tries to say with a sullen attitude but chokes on his attempt at a stern tone. God, you’re evil. He thinks as he watches those pretty lips of yours contort to a smirk.

“Be nice or I’ll leash you.” You’re teasing… Are you? Your aura is starting to overtake him because now there’s an uncomfortable stretch between his legs, cock starting to stiffen as he imagines you, chain in hand and collar round his neck. He can physically feel the last strands of sanity leave his body the longer he loiters around you. There’s a voice in his head still decrying the very nature of what he’s about to do but the longer his eyes cling to you, the quieter that sound gets. He’s finding himself to be particularly attached to your breasts and the fanciful way the lacy shelf cups frame them, just barely tucking your nipples out of sight. At least you’re nice to look at…

You start to roll the length of his black silk tie around your palm, giving it a once over, gaze briefly flitting over to your suitor for the night. Dusting his cheekbones is the most satisfying shade of pink, so pretty in fact you wish you could swatch it. He looks even better like this, a little bothered with only a small helping of shame remaining. You can’t wait to wring him dry, see him sweat and pant in trying to keep up with you.

You’re making his skin prickle with goosebumps and a surge of heat swells in his body, steam practically fogging up his brain. “Oh,” You coo, finally giving him full recognition, “Let’s get you out of those clothes, hm?”

Aki trails behind you, a curve to his back as you keep him close, using his tie as a tether. Like a dog. Utterly demoralizing, the way you have him ogling your body like a wretched fool but the delicious sight of the swell of your ass, hugged so tightly by the hemline of your lingerie, goes right to the budding erection in his pants and he’s starting to like it.

Your room is large and far too lavish for a Devil, but oh so fitting for you. Catching his attention, more than anything, is your bed; round in shape and massive in size, it sits raised on a circular platform and comes complete with silk sheets, as well as a few haphazardly tossed cushions. You live far beyond any means Aki is used to, it’s almost too overwhelming for him to process all the furniture and embellishments. His brain can’t help but wander, if only for a moment. Were your furnishings gifts? Supplied and paid for by Public Safety, for your services? He should feel disgust at this, logic still tells him as much, but he can’t find it in him to even broach that emotion. What he can feel, however, is his entire body and mind start to sink down, down, down under the weight of your influence.

You walk him to your bed, tie still in hand, gingerly motioning him to sit against the headboard with your palm now at his chest. He caves under your persuasion, watching with bated breath as you climb on top of him, your legs split as you take a seat on his lap.

Oh, you croon to yourself as you come to graze the thick outline of his dick bobbing in his slacks, he’s perfect. Your tail, long and crimson with an arrowed tip, flicks about enthusiastically. “Where have you been hiding?” You mumble, just loud enough for Aki to hear but you’re not exactly wanting an answer. He’s pliant in your hands, letting you cup his face as if to examine him closely. “Open.” You order and much to his surprise…

He listens. Now it’s not fully unexpected, your wiles have already wrecked havoc on his system after all, but it almost feels like he’s a foreigner in his own body. He parts his lips for you and you giggle. “See, not so bad now right? You humans get so hung up on the littlest of things.” When you talk, you have a lilt to your voice that’s a little mean, a little mocking, and his cock twitches because of it. “You should consider yourself lucky.” Now your thumb is pressing into his tongue, your face glowing with delight as you watch saliva slowly start to pool in Aki’s gaping mouth. “This is as mutually beneficial as it gets.” Your face gets so close, so fast, he can’t register fast enough when you lick into him, replacing your thumb with your tongue in a nasty, wet open kiss.

The groan that comes bubbling from his throat catches him off guard but more importantly, makes Aki realize something. He never stood a chance against you. Even someone with as strong a willpower as he can find all sensibility washed away by your essence. Right now, as far as he is concerned… You’re as powerful as it gets.

Aki’s eyelashes flutter apart, his pupils blown out but under a strong haze. Warmth is shrouding his body once more but now he feels fuzzy, a little lighter even. Your lips on his are irresistibly soft but your kiss is forward, pressing on his so much they already feel sore. God, why do you feel so good? Is this really what you’re capable of? How are you not kept under lock and key? His brain is swimming in these thoughts while he squirms under you, the stiff bulge in his slacks pressing into your clothed cunt as his hips impulsively jerk into you.

Your lips leave his far sooner than he would have liked but you can’t help yourself from taking a gander at your handiwork. He’s always been so beautiful with his stoic face and striking blue gaze but seeing him like this, jaw slacked and reduced to a desperate mess? He’s the best he’s ever looked.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” You murmur as you start to litter kisses from his jawline to his neck, hands fanning over his chest as you start to push back his suit jacket. He seems to follow your suggestion, rolling the shoulders off and you complete the circuit, dragging the sleeves off his arms and tossing it aside with little regard. Aki can’t be bothered to care. With his coat off, he faces the reality of how fever hot his skin feels, how you’re the only one who can provide some relief so with a crackling voice, he breathes, “Please.”

He’s begging you. He’s begging a Devil.

And he loves it.

Why was he ever fighting this?

Pop, pop, pop. One after the other, the buttons on Aki’s dress shirt come undone and he hisses at the sudden contact of cool air brushing over his skin. You draw savory sounds from him, first his breath hitching and then a subdued moan, as you lick a stripe up his abdomen and pucker your lips around the plane of his pec. You revel in the taste, in the way his skin squishes in your mouth. The more you suck at the skin, the more he writhes underneath you and now is when he finally has his hands on you, gripping tight on your hips. You wriggle your ass, giving one last nibble to his chest and feeling a surge of pride when you see how his pretty pale skin is now bruised. Marked.

You sigh like a dream when you look at Aki, flushed and bothered under you, but he’s only down a shirt. You need to see him stripped down, to satisfy the curiosity that’s been swimming in your brain since you first learned of the rather handsome hunter. Struggling to inhale, Aki lets out a hoarse, “C-Come on.” But he doesn’t speak with the same reason for his urgency as before - to get it over with - now he is pleading because he so badly needs to feel the rush of pleasure you’ll no doubt give him.

Aki tracks your finger as it glides up his torso until it’s crooked around his chin, giving him no other choice but to meet your slit gaze when you tell him plain and simple, “Get up then.”

To be honest, you crave him just as badly so you’re on your knees and on the floor in an ardent rush, meeting his clothed erection and nursing it through his slacks with a palm that opens and closes almost tauntingly… Because at the end of the day, you’re a Devil and you love playing with your food.

Painstakingly slow, you start to undo his belt. His heart is pounding. Then down goes the zipper. He struggles to breathe. Your fingers, ginger and lithe, bundle the waistbands of his slacks and underwear together and with one downward tug, his cock is freed, springing out and it looks… So much better than you could have ever imagined.

He’s long, his length having the slightest upward curve to it with a fat and pinkened tip at the end, and he’s thick with veins overlaid on and around his girth. A fine meal for a hard working succubus like yourself. You squeeze an exquisite whine from Aki when your fingers finally come to circle around the base of his member and a greater moan when your tongue, hungry and flat, draws a line on its undershaft until you get to the pre-cum bubbling at the tip. You ground the head of his cock along your tastebuds, committing to memory his personal flavor as you lick him clean. Oh, you’re going to want seconds for the rest of this poor soul’s life.

“Fuck.” The word is heavy, riding off an exhale as you flood Ak with heightened pleasure, far sharper and stronger than anything he’s ever felt before, just with your tongue on his cockhead. You smile around the tip, parting your mouth with the pressure of his cock as he finally starts to sink into your wet and hot mouth. The groan he releases is guttural and carnal as you suck all around him, smoothly swallowing his length to the base and never breaking eye contact. You’re so delighted watching him fold in your hands that you get right to it, pumping his shaft with a rolling wrist, your mouth never far behind as you coat him in your drool.

“G-God.” How can you make your mouth so tight, it feels like he’s fucking into you already? And the way you look at him, with shallow adoration, has his stomach flipping and his heart bumping. He knows you’ll eat him alive and he feels like he’ll let you at this rate. His lips twist but it’s no use, a string of moans keeps his mouth at a constant gape as you pamper him with your tongue swirling, dashing, and criss-crossing all over his cock. You dip your head low, humming around him with a mewl of your own when he reflexively jerks into you, pressing his cockhead to the back of your mouth but you keep on. As if that would stop you.

Every slope down his cock, Aki is treated to the sight of your tits, caged by the satin straps of your babydoll ensemble, bouncing with your nipples slipping out a little more each time. His fingers twitch, eager to find out how they would feel cupped in his hands. “You’re unbelievable.” You have him grunting and cursing. It felt like just a minute ago, he was looking at you like you were scum of the earth. Now he’s revering you like a god.

Digits still shuddering, his hands come to the sides of your head for some relief. Your hair is so soft, he can’t help but dig in, fingernails curling into your scalp with little regard for any pain he may cause you. You don’t stop so neither does he. He can’t take his eyes off you, never wanting to forget how you look with his length completely disappeared inside you, your cheeks hollowed out and all because of him. You’re perfect just like this, he thinks.

You start to gag, but not because he’s too much. You gag to gauge his reaction. His cock bobs in your mouth and you swear you feel him get harder as you sputter and choke around his shaft and now with a hand at the crown of your head, you know you’ve hit the spot. So he’s one of those. You note as you continue to amplify those juicy sounds of yours, rubbing your thighs in anticipation as he starts to meet you halfway with jutted hips. The closer he gets, the sloppier he is you can’t help but notice as his movements start to become ragged in pursuit of his climax.

Ecstasy building, Aki’s head lulls back and his lids shudder shut as he feels your fist clutch him harder, tighter, dragging his foreskin into your mouth with your tongue poking in and lapping up any spare pearls of pre-cum. You moan, on your own, at his intoxicating flavor, eagerly awaiting for the rest to come filling your mouth until you’re filled with his taste. You lose yourself so much in lavishing his cock that you don’t see it coming when his hand digs into your fringe, pulling your head back so he can get a better look while he face-fucks you.

You’re actually glad he did because now you can see him truly at his lowest point. His raven locks are sticking to his face and temples with a layer of sweat making him glow under the dimmed lights in the room. You can no longer see the cerulean blues in his eyes; all you can see are his pupils, wide with lust, sizing you up as he starts to roll his hips into you, following the rhythm you’d already set. “Fuck,” He spits, “Feel so good. Gonna cum soon.”

Soon was an understatement. At the pace you were going, he could cum any moment. Your mouth was a cavern for him to exploit and you clearly were letting him, allowing him to start fisting your hair for some stability while he rocks into you. The force of his orgasm starts to build fast, his balls tightening as the rush comes like a flood. His cum shoots in dense strings, filling your mouth until the salty taste is all your senses can register. He shudders into you, groans dying out as he finishes emptying his load inside of you.

Seeing you swallow his climax has his adam’s apple bobbing with a gulp. Your eyes seem to brighten, the color of your irises glowing with the ingestion of Aki’s semen, and your tail swats in the air in a clear display of elation. His cum goes right to the core of your being, lighting your flame and making you feel full… But you’re not satisfied. Not yet.

Your lips run down the measure of his cock until you’ve finally parted, with Aki fixated on you the entire time. His member, drenched in your saliva and still swollen, trembles in the cooled air and the only noise in the room is Aki’s soft panting. You’ve only been off him for a few seconds but he already needs to be inside you again, that much he’s certain of.

"Is that…" His voice whines down so he tries to repeat himself, taking a breath this time beforehand, "Is that it?"

The poor thing. He thinks it's over. He thinks he's already wrapped up his end of the bargain. "Mmh-nn." You hum, lips back on the tip of his cock while your tail bats in the air with interest. You hear him sharply inhale, his eyes instantly shutting again as you lick quick lines on the surface, poking into his still leaking slit a couple of times. “That was just the appetizer. The first load is always the tastiest.”

Aki watches you rise to your feet, body moving so gracefully and sensually you have him captivated. It’s twisted, how he follows your every movement, bewitched by how you toy with the strap hanging on your shoulder. You invite him with the curl of your finger to take over and that he does, hands much larger than yours plucking the lingerie straps and slipping them down and off your arms. The fancy night dress you’d been wearing joins the rest of Aki’s clothes in a rush, neither of you wanting to be apart for any longer than you had to.

Now nude, you direct Aki to the bed, where the real show will begin.

With Aki on the bed, you crawl on top and there he’s able to fully appreciate the form you’ve taken, ogling your body like a debased pervert. You’re a tease, lowering enough to hover right above the bulge of his cockhead but never dipping any more than that. His hand, albeit shaky, comes to land on your waist, a calloused thumb pushing into your smooth skin and rubbing circles just to feel you. “Please.” The word leaves his mouth faster than his brain can process and you just adore the way you can visibly see him melt for you.

“Please what?”

“Please,” Now he has both hands on you, “Sit on my cock.”

Now that makes you smile wide. “Yes sir.” There’s a snide intonation of your voice when you address him but he doesn’t give a fuck. All he can think about is you, you, you.

Your hips sink, the tip of his dick smoothing along your folds and pressing into your entrance until the pressure is enough to break through and he’s in. And god, you’re already so tight, you have his lungs struggling to get a single breath in. Your walls crease and mold to his girth and for all the trouble you’ve caused him, you’re making up for it and he hasn’t even filled you to the hilt yet.

“S-Shit.” You were starting to think you’d never see the day when Hayakawa Aki, one of the most highly regarded members of Public Safety, would fall prey to your lascivious spell but here he is, hissing as he’s pulling you down on his cock with depraved hunger. Grunting, Aki digs his head back into your pillow but he forces his eyes open, needing to see you take him all the way and when you do, you’re such a sight to behold. Your lips, swollen from sucking him off, part in delicious rapture and you see stars having him all the way inside you. The corners of your mouth turn upward, a smile coming over your features as you feel the slightest hint of trembling in Aki’s thighs as you come to a full seat on his member.

The way he feels inside you is unlike anything you’ve had before, and you’ve definitely charmed your fair share of characters but this Aki… He’s more special than you took him for. Your walls flutter around him, hugging his cock nice and snug so that you feel every twitch, every throb he helplessly gives you. “You ready?” You ask but it’s not up for debate. You grind your clit against his pelvis on your way up, following the curve of Aki’s shaft before bouncing back down on his length.

He’s so dense, thick inside you that you could imagine him easily breaking you, if you let him. But you’re in control here and he seems game for it, what with how wanton his gaze on you is and how sternly he’s gripping your waist. He’s so deep in you, you feel him poking against your core and that has your heart drumming so vigorously, you can hear your heartbeat so clearly in your ears along with Aki’s moans and the erotic sounds of wet skin smacking together.

Your pace starts slow enough, giving you time to relish how he stuffs your gummy walls on every swing up but you’re both in agreement that it’s not enough. You both need more and as though you’re in sync, he starts to jerk his hips into you, cramming further inside you while you dig down just as harshly. The way you’re rubbing down on him has you coating him in your slick, the mass of your juices, and it’s so much that it’s spilling down his balls and lap. That only makes it easier for him to thrust into you, forcing your body to roll along his shaft and bend to the new rhythm he’s setting.

How can one human feel this good? He has you feeling so high, so overwhelmed with the weight of his cock inside your cunt, that you don’t even notice his hand reaching out to your forearm and unexpectedly forcing you down so your chest is flush against his and your lips are just mere inches from each other. That certainly isn’t the case for long, as Aki immediately forces his lips on you in a rough and needy kiss. Your tongue is still coated in his essence, his taste, and he laps it up in a frenzy. Your own sweetness tingles in his mouth, sending a hypnotizing rush to his brain that has him feeling like he’ll never recover from this. Like he’ll never recover from you.

Your pussy still swallowing his cock, Aki’s hands land squarely on your ass and start to firmly squeeze your plush flesh, nails sharply piercing your skin until he knows he’s drawing blood. You whine and moan into his mouth, all muffled because there’s no way in hell he’s letting you break the kiss. “Don’t you dare pull away.” Aki growls and for once, you’re listening to a Devil Hunter as he starts to mercilessly buck his hips, thrusting harshly into you like you’re just a toy for him to abuse. Anyone else would be screaming, crying for a reprieve but not you.

His length penetrates you so roughly while the thickness of his cock has you full to the brim and the combination of both is sure to be a new addiction of yours. Now you’re thinking crazy, wondering if you should just drop all your other contracts if this Aki will keep business with you. Any sensible thought is pounded out of you soon enough, Aki’s hips crashing against your bottom fast and hard. Your kiss with him is just as cruel, his teeth capturing your puffy bottom lip and sharply biting down until the vulgar taste of blood is dripping into his mouth. You whimper but never tell him to stop. Why would you when he feels so good?

Too good, in fact. He told you to stay put but you can’t help it, you come to rise, still with his length fully inside you and resume your earlier position of bobbing up and down on his cock but now with a more reckless flair. As you do, as you near your climax, a script starts to sear itself into your pelvis. “The–” Oh now you’re the stuttering fool, “t-the contract.” You choke out, the outline of the brand charred in your skin.

Aki’s mystified by you, by what’s happening before him. Still ramming into your tight pussy, his hands move from your wiggling ass to digging his nails harshly into the design scorching itself on your supple flesh. You yelp, face glimmering with a layer of sweat, but your cries hit a new pitch when one hand dives down towards your cunt, thumb messily running circles around your clit. “Fucking cum for me then. I’m gonna fill you up.” Where did this man find his grounding? Your head rolls back, lips quivering with a never ending string of lewd noises as your thighs begin to give out– no, give way to Aki’s domination.

Now on a firm seat on Aki’s lap, his hips thrash against you until he feels his member swelling and pulsating inside you, against your narrowing walls that dare to swallow him whole. As he does, an inscription he can’t totally make out starts to appear on your pelvis but one thing’s for sure; you look good with his name in kanji branded on you.

“Cumming– fucking take it, devil.” You crumble all around him, your sopping wet cunt fluttering all around him as you too, start to feel your release bubble up until spilling over. He pumps into you every last drop of his cum but you still feel yourself trembling long after he’s finished.

Your pants of recovery cut through the silence in the room. What the hell was that? This man… He’s not human. Not with the way he just fucked you. You’re going to keep this one, even if it takes all your power. You’ll keep him safe, you promise to yourself… So long as he keeps up his end of the deal.

You feel empty when his cock finally leaves you and even more so when Aki gets himself dressed and ready to go. If you had it your way, you’d keep him there all night and all day… Though you guess humans need more than sex to refuel. A pity.

“Guess this is it.” Aki mumbles at your front door but you stop him from taking a step further, dainty little nails curling around the sleeve of his jacket as you look up at him with ravenous glint in your eyes, “Oh, didn’t Makima tell you? This contract is ongoing. I’ll ring you up when I need more.”

Shit. What did he get himself into?

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smut - ⁂ ︳angst - ☢ ︳fluff - ☀

✭Asset!Reader x Winter Soldier/Bucky

Thrill me, Fulfill me ⁂ . ☀

You agreed to help for one mission—now you are both lustful and carnal, affected by sex pollen—you are flint, he is tinder.

Words don’t trigger him, emotions do ⁂ . ☢ . ☀

Anger, resentment and especially, jealousy—those emotions were all he knew while you both spent decades at Hydra.

Your mission ⁂ . ☢

Written by - mrsbuckybarnes1917 You're a HYDRA asset tasked with tracking down and recovering a lost soldier: Bucky Barnes. Story takes place between CA: WS and CA: CW.

My snowflake ⁂

You just returned from a mission—you provoke him, but the tension flicks from anger to fevered desire.

✭Reader x Winter Soldier

Training Techniques ☢ . ⁂

He is not allowed to move an inch—he can only watch you pleasure yourself—but why is there a ring on your finger?

Soul-debasing Interrogation ⁂

Both his mentality and body can withstand anything—to err is...human—you are the human in this situation.

Winter Soldier x Nurse!Reader ⁂ . ☢

Regular sex health checks are important

✭Series Deny the truth,set my world on fire ☢ . ⁂

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember. (Complete)

✭Ex-Asset!Reader x Bucky Barnes (drabble) You bought me...a mattress? ☀

The sun has just risen. She is dragging a huge mattress through the hallway.

Mind Corruption ☢

Zemo can't help it - entrapping y/n's mind in the notion that she will never be free of her programming, the urge to kill is still very present in her life.Protective!Bucky

The relationship between Humor and Trauma ☀

Making fun of Bucky for not remembering who he had killed as the Winter Soldier is always entertaining.

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[syoddeye]

Business or Pleasure?

Price x f!Reader | Ongoing

You are Kyle Garrick's capable and loyal executive assistant at The 141 Group. A valued employee of almost five years, you would never do anything stupid to jeopardize your relatively cushy, decently-paying job. Until you take a gamble, lose a bet, and DM the CEO. The guy gets hundreds of messages a day, right? You're sure the notification will get lost in the noise.

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[ghostie-luvs]

Hi! those 3 stories about yandere jock is 💖💞💔. Can you write how would he behave with a fem! or gn! reader who has bad habits? Like smoking, vaping or drinking. Or all together.

I imagine how a Yan! jock goes into the back room of the gym for sports equipment and finds his favorite reader smoke a cigarette or vaping. It will be such a shock for him.

Yandere Jock x Smoker/Drinker Fem! Reader <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, he himself doesn’t involve himself with smoking or vaping. He doesn’t find the appeal.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who bumped into you as he found you in the back room of the gym, his brows furrowed as his nose caught a whiff of that disgusting smell of smoke.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who walked up to you, interrupting your alone time as he takes the cigarette away, crushing it with his shoe.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who got a scolding from you as he sees your lips form into a frown, and ask him about how he were to pay up for the one cigarette that he had just wasted and why the hell he would do that.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who tells you all the reasons why it’s horrible for you and you should really take care of yourself better only to see your angry face in return.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who offered you to come to a party, smirking as he promises he’ll pay you back. With a drink, maybe? He’s always down for that, at least. And with an attractive person like you? Of course he’d take the chance.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who giddily cheers in his mind as you reluctantly agree as he gives you the time and place.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, later, sees you at the party, coming up to you as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side, a drink in his hand as he greets you with a kiss to your cheek and leads you to the drinks. He may be a bit tipsy, but you didn’t have to know that.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who gladly will enjoy some drinks, especially with friends, and was even more overjoyed that he had found a pretty person to do so with.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, later on through the night, noticed you had become too drunk, stumbling into his side, as he stables you, figuring he should just take you home.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who dips on his friends and the party, sliding you into the passenger seat in his car as he goes back around, starting up the car and driving, babbles and endless words leaving your mouth. And as they did, he couldn’t help but think it was cute, glancing at you every now and then as he focused on the road.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who frowns as he sees you pull out another cigarette out of your pocket before he takes it away from your giggly-self, flicking it outside the window as he drove, scolding you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who isn’t too messed up not to be driving as he pulls up to his place, scooping you up in his arms as he then lays you on his bed once he reaches the inside of his home and his room, letting you get comfortable.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who decides to slip in next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you closer into him, feeling himself relax into you, his chin on your shoulder as the alcohol, peacefulness, and exhaustion gets to him, finding himself drifting off with you in his arms.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “you know..smoking is really bad for you, doll, you have me to help relief you of your problems anyway. I’m all you need.”

A/N: Im so happy you love him!! I got it out, mymymy,, m so sorry for the long wait but here you are!! I hope you enjoy this n if any mistakes are made, please let me know! Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3

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[ramayah]

personal trainer | itto aritaki

GENRE. smut + fluff

CW. public sex, gn!reader, belly bulge, mentions of blood, praise kink, anal [not mentioned but spit is used as lube], top!itto/bttm!reader, pet name usage, perv!itto, itto being an overall, mentions of ‘ rut ’ [this is NOT a/b/o]

NOTES. wrote this on a whim [aka, not proof read 🤷🏽]— anyways, the paragraphs that are BOLDED [paragraphs ONLY] are itto's imagination.

WC. & TAGS; 2.2k & @asukases [call me 💕]

Sweat dripped down your body, groans and muffled whimpers left your trembling lips. For four [4] hours, you’d been working with your–somewhat–new personal trainer and long-time best friend, Itto Aritaki.

An absolute ripped man with the body of a Greek god was your best friend and trainer; how lucky could you be?! He wasn’t your trainer because you thought of your body in a negative light, you are absolutely stunningly gorgeous, but it was a New Years Resolution. A promise, even if it was to yourself, is one you'll never break. Even if it was in a drunken state.

“ You're doing great, [name]!” Itto complimented, handing you a icy bottle of water, “ We only have a few more to do today and you’ll be set until our next session!” His sharp toothed smile, his kind words, and all his efforts were more than enough to motivate you.

The two of you were on the more remote side of the gym, not to far from the public’s eye and surely not too close. It’s the perfect spot, in both of your opinions.

Itto was stood a few feet away from you, arms crossed over his chest with his hands curled. He watched intently at how you gripped the steel bar with strength—if only you did him like that. Rest assured, he’s much thicker than that bar. He’d be thrilled to see you try and wrap your whole hand around the base of his cock, your dainty hands trying your best just to get him all aroused as you kitten licked him tip. It’d be the most heart pounding sight ever.

God, his imagination could go so many places.

Your intoxicating smell wafted through the area where you two were set—what if.. you smelled like him? Every single day you came in? Would the other gym members stop asking you out? Stop asking if you had a lover or if you were married? Itto’d make you all his, with just his scent. The possibilities were endless, universal. Itto’s lingering gaze traveled farther than he intended it two; just like always. He stared at your thighs—your thick, sweaty thighs. What if he gripped them so tightly that you'd whimper any time that he would caress your thighs? That'd be lovely, absolutely charming.

The shorts your had on weren’t helping his growing situation, not in the slightest. It gripped around your waist, like his hands would, and it shaped your ass so carefully that he couldn’t do anything else but stare. Just to have the chance to grip your ass with his full strength in order to dig his nails into your skin and leave marks, he’d do anything—anything.

Without realizing, he had closed his eyes and started to chew the inside of his cheek.

“ Itto!” You'd cry, your wrists bound together by his large hand, his other hand held a deadly grip on your hip while his nails clawed into your skin. The burning sensation made tears stream down your face. “ Itto, please!– I can't take it anymore!” He'd then shove your face down into the pillow on order to muffle your whines, pleads, and begs for him to stop or slow down. Without any hint of mercy, he slammed his hips against against your body. Loving the way you clenched onto him so tightly as if you didn't want him to leave the warmth of your body. Shaking thighs, messy face and hair, trembling breathing pattern, scratches and scars showcasing his imprint on you; everything about this situation was so.. beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

Before realizing it, again, you had grabbed his hand and were dragging him into the bathroom closet near the both of you. A question came from him: “ What– Aren't we working out?” He was confused why you had taken him to the bathroom.

It was confused about what you meant by ‘situation down south’. Then, you pointed a finger towards his baggy shorts and made him look down. “ Oh.. oh! Oh.” Itto gulped down the non-existent clog on his throat that didn't allow him to speak for the quiet ten to fifteen-ish seconds that you two both endured. “.. my phone,” he croaked, “ it's my phone, heh, might need to check some messages!” Itto started with a shimmy, then a fast sprint to the biggest stall; his breathing pattern was shaky, unlike usually.

You felt bad. Was it because of you? Surely it wasn’t; Itto didn't think of you that way. And of he did, 0% chance he did, he would've told you so. He’s very straightforward, he always told what was on mind. So he would tell you so, correct?

You walked up to the stall after hesitating for a few minutes and knocked on it. “ I can, uhm, help you.” Then you quickly added, “ Only if you'd like me too! No.. no pressure.” Because what if he said no? That would be awkward, it definitely be awkward.

No response. Not a single breath allowed itself out of Itto’s; his little [huge] situation was was all because of you, no one else. Therefore, you were obligated to help. Is he right or is he right?

Itto heard the sound of your running shoes retracing your steps back to the entrance before a plead came out of his throat: “ I'd like for you to help me, [name].. please.” The painful feeling if his cock throbbing was too much to handle with just his hands.

—♡—

You were on your knees as Itto’s large hands were grasped on the back of your head, gripping on your loose hair. Your hands, however, were both gripped around his cock, jerking off whatever your mouth couldn't fit. Your tongue laid flat against his curved cock, bobbing your head against his cock and feeling of it hitting the back of your throat was more than enough for tears to start pricking at your eyes. You gagged each time it hit the back of your throat; but your throat felt like heaven. So tight and wet, God. It was better than he ever could've imagined.

But he wanted more; so much more.

Itto's hands that were planted firm on the back of your head shoved your mouth further on his dick, making you take it all down your throat. Gags were all he heard came from you; but he didn't care. Not one bit. It was your fault and he was sure to make you pay.

A slurred ‘Itto, please’ came out when he finally released you after his cum was down your throat. His cock was covered in saliva. The lingering taste of his cum was on your tongue; little drops of it mixed with your spit dripped down your chin. Your hair was messy and loose, your eyes were bloodshot and your face was covered in multiple streaks of tears. It was such a pretty sight for Itto; a very, very pretty sight.

The grip you had on his thighs made him realize what he had just done. “ I’m– I’m sorry!” he cried as he grabbed your hands and helped you to your feet. The mess that was smeared all over your face was carefully wiped away with tissues that Itto had on hand. Itto’s index finger carefully wiped your lips in a slow paced manner, trying so hard not to stare at them; but he failed.

After nervously biting your lower lip, an inquiry came from you: “ Do you want to kiss me?” It came out as a whisper; nothing that was truly meant to be heard by Itto's ears, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to kiss him, so badly. Which shouldn't make your nervous after the ‘agreement’ between you two.

“ Yeah, really badly.”

—♡—

One thing leg to another and here you two were: your back pressed up against the stall door, your legs wrapped around Itto’s waist with your pants and underwear long discarded, leaving your with your shirt and socks on. Itto on the other hand held the underside of your thighs with his nails digging into flesh. He now wore a loose ponytail with some strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“ Fuck, you're tight.” Itto hissed before bitting his lower lip. You were so tight around him that he felt like he’d snap.

Small sobs came from you as he tried his best to slowly ease himself into you; “ It’s not gonna—hic – fit! It’s too big!” You sobbed and whined, cock twitching at the fact he was intruding on your insides so painfully. It made your thighs tremble, it was hard to keep them open for him, but you had to. It felt so good but so painful. Itto started to press kisses against your shoulder, neck, and face. “ Calm down..” He whispered against your neck, he wasn't even halfway in. Itto was a good 9.5 inches, and with only the tip in it would surely take some time for him to fit himself fully inside of you.

“ Ah–” You choked on your own voice when he shoved himself fully inside of you; you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Shaky, reluctant breaths left your trembling lips as your pressed your hands to his chest, “..don’t move.” You whispered, trying your best not to let out the cry that wanted to erupt from your throat. “ I’ll wait until you’re ready,” Itto whispered while pressing kisses on your shoulder blade in an attempt to calm you down.

You stayed in that position for a while, trying to stop your legs from trembling. It too a few exhales and inhales for you to finally let out a quiet ‘ you can move’. Itto almost didn't hear it. Whilst nesting his head in the crook of your neck [on your shoulder blade-ish], he started with slow paced movements and set a rhythm for himself to follow.

Soft whimpers came from you as you tried your best to stabilize yourself; “ Itto, Itto, Itto..” You whispered, toes curling at the painful grip he has on you. “ Oh, God.” You mumbled, cock twitching as you started to feel euphoria from how his dick twitched slightly against your walls, not even you knew you were so sensitive. “ Oh, Itto—” A sharp hiss came from you once he started to move faster; hushed groans started to come from him.

“ God, baby, mmm..” You bit your lower lip from the euphoric feeling that was starting to grow in the pit of your stomach. “ You feel so good, [name]– so, so good.” Itto huffed whilst thrusting his hips upwards repeatedly. “ Oh God, fuck–” Hushed cries came from you; not purposefully, but due to the immense pleasure, and other than cum, it was all you could produce. “ [name], [name], [name]–” Itto's ragged breathing, the way he grinded himself against you, the way he fit and twitched so great inside of you— it was more than enough to get you riled up.

Ropes of cum spouted from you cock, covering your skin and Itto's shirt.

“ Wha– What're you doing?!” You truthfully thought that by you cumming, he would come as well. Dumb idea. Truthfully, it was a dumb idea. He carefully dropped your legs and turned you around with your face pressed up against the door. “ God, you're pretty. Seems like you're missing my cock all ready.” You could hear the cocky tone in his voice, but you didn't say anything because you knew he was right. Itto rubbed his dick against your hole, groaning at how god you felt against him. “ Fuck, fuck.. You're perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Itto eased his tip inside of your twitching hole for a second time, a loud, exasperated gasp mixed with a sigh came from you.

He didn't waste time and fucked you like an animal in his rut. “ [name], oh god, [name]!” Itto half moaned, half breathed against you neck. It felt so much better than his dreams. So, so much better. Tears started to stream down your face once his cum has started to fill your insides. “ God,” Itto huffed out, check heaving up and down while pressed up against your back. “ Haah, ah..” You breathed, holding onto the stall door trying to get your thighs from trembling.

“ Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean– well, I did mean to do ‘this’–” Itto said, referring to the earlier non-accident, “ But I didn't mean to make you such a mess; I'm sorry.”

You grabbed Itto’s hands, placing them on your hips as you leaned into his chest.

“ One more— one more time, please.”

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[mo-aiki]

Yandere Isekai M. Characters x F. Reader

A/N: stalking, obession, implied violence, I don't condone it, I just write it.

One day you had woken up into another world as a daughter of a Count. To learn you were stuck in a book you had read on a off chance. Well, how must you survive when 3 men are coming after you?

YANDERE FIANCE! Is at first, not very into you. As Duke of the North, he is cold and rather frightening at first.

YANDERE FIANCE! Noticed you one day from afar. He had noticed your change of attitude.

YANDERE FIANCE! Was struck with an arrow from cupid one day, when he saw your smile and lovely personality. In the garden of your home, he was told by your father you were there. You seem to have been taking care of the dog he has gifted the family, laughing and smiling. He can't help but feel his heart beat.

YANDERE FIANCE! who now dreams of a life with you in it. How many kids you would have, how you'll spend your married days, and how you'll always spend every waking moment by his side and no longer apart.

YANDERE FIANCE! Can't help but want to see that smile again. He sees you smile rather easily. With a few simple gifts in hand, from your constant rambling, he was able to make you smile and hear your sickeningly sweet voice as you thanked him.

YANDERE FIANCE! Who hates the pest around you. The many men, blind to the fact that you have a fiance right in front of you. Must he threaten them in order for them to be silent?

YANDERE FIANCE! can't seem to get the most annoying of annoying pests away from his sweet flower.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! has spent every summer at your mansion together.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! Who's parents are friends with yours and the reason why you spent your childhood with him.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! hates your fiance for some reason. He would always glare, and you were confused with his actions.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! who somewhat dislikes your new self, because now you welcome everyone, instead of being mean and cold. Now moths keep sticking to you in hopes that your light doesn't go out.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! who makes himself look weak and meak to make you want to protect him. If he looked like a mouse, then you should want to protect him, plus, he was younger than you.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! Who would have killed your fiance by now if it wasn't for his good lineage. It saves his life.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! who can't help but think of a life without these 2 men and just him. To have tea parties together, to always know about each other.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! has the worst anger issues when it comes to you, but is able to mask it in front of you to get on your good side.

YANDERE CHILDHOOD FRIEND! is the weakest of the 3 men, but is contempt with it, but he wants to grow stronger in order to save you from these 2, clearly crazy men.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! who was a war hero and known as a mad dog who works under the Royal Family.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Fell in love with you, first sight at a ball he was forced to attend. You seemed to have sparkled and shined in the light.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! who followed you outside when you had said you wanted to catch a break. That's when he started to get to know you more.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Who fell in love with your kindness. He was once a dirty, poor orphan no one paid attention to until his war victory. You treated him as if you didn't pay attention to the reason why he was here. He felt like you knew him personally.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Who wanted to talk to you more that night, but your fiance, the Duke swooped in and took you back into the palace. He noticed his arm, clinging around your waist, and couldn't help but feel a fire ignite within him.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Who saw you once again on the street, with your childhood friend. He had wanted you to notice him like he did you. But saw that friend, clearly making sure you don't notice him

YANDERE MALE LEAD! afterwards couldn't find a way to meet you, than to apply for a job for your family as a guard.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! who has now seen you more often. You voice, your laugh and your smile, contagious to him.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Who couldn't help but fall in love with you. He felt like a moth experiencing a flame for the first time. He can never go back into the darkness.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Who hates the Duke with a passion. A man with more power than him and more of an influence over you. A man you can gift you many things, unashamedly and get your attention, somewhat romantically.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! who hates the clearly dangerous, childhood friend, who clings onto you like you were his last thing in life.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! Who is the strongest of the 2, considering that he is a war hero and has been through military training.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! who wishes to snap both of their necks, if it wasn't for their noble lineage that would get him in trouble. How could he kill them if he'd get in trouble and might never see you again.

YANDERE MALE LEAD! is noe in the plans to kidnap you and whisk you away, somewhere, far, far, away, where you 2 can finally experience each others love.

Now who will you chose. To live a life of luxury, to live a life of being a protector, or to accept a man's feelings before something bad happens to you?

A/N: this is now going to be my real account so I'm sorry for all of those having to deal with my bs. I still take request and stuff like that so if you want something about them then request away!

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[sockmeat]

Hello! Can you write something about lucifer (from hazbin hotel) with a s/o (gn or f reader) who announces she's pregnant with his kid to him and to Charlie? Thanks <33

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𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 463

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You recently learned that you're pregnant with Lucifer's child and can't wait to announce it to Lucifer and Charlie.

(𝐀/𝐍): Pregnancy posts are hard lowkey my search history's looking wack rn

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Reader's preg, mention of nausea (literally just saying you've had nausea)

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♡ You are so excited!

♡ For some time, you've aching, constantly tired, and nauseous off your ass.

♡ But last night, you finally had the nerve to take a pregnancy test and it came out positive.

♡ You've been absolutely aching to tell Lucifer, but you had the sudden idea to tell Lucifer and Charlie at the same time, so you had to wait a few days.

♡ Lucifer noticed your behavior.

♡ He'd tease you about it like you were falling for him all over again and acting like you two were hiding from your parents, but he would always try to sneak up on you and scare you suddenly as if that would make you confess what you were so happy about.

♡ Waiting for the meeting you planned was absolutely agonizing.

♡ You were on the verge of just telling Lucifer and his probing didn't help, but you were able to hold it in until the meeting.

♡ You were wiggling in your seat the whole ride there.

♡ When you finally got to the hotel, you nearly threw yourself inside so you could begin the preparations for your announcement.

♡ You planned on dropping some hints throughout conversation, making a big deal of baking buns, and got a pair of shirts for Lucifer and Charlie--one that said "Dad of two" and another that said "Best big sister."

♡ Everyone else in the hotel had been given things to do so they weren't there. You were determined to make this moment special and having Alastor strangers around to potentially make it awkward.

♡ The day went off without a hitch! The two had picked up your clever hints and knew something was up.

♡ Charlie already seemed to understand, she looked as excited as you were, but Lucifer just knew you were trying to hint at something, he just couldn't figure out what until you brought out the shirts.

♡ You didn't have time to wrap them or anything, so you just told them to close their eyes while you put their respective shirts in front of them.

♡ Finally, you told them to open their eyes and got to see their reactions.

♡ Charlie reacted immediately, cheering and pulling you and Lucifer into a big hug, squealing that she's going to be a big sister.

♡ It takes Lucifer a second to realize.

♡ "Wha--are you pregnant? Oh my god--me too! I mean--you're pregnant!"

♡ The three of you talked endlessly about what you would do with the baby. The memories you'd make, all the clothes you'd dress them in, and how cute you'd make the nursery, everything.

♡ That night confirmed everything for you; becoming a part of this family was the best decision you've ever made.

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[lab1rynth]

Yan!Zombie

Yan!Zombie who you met, alive, a few years after the Apololypse started. You both had became friends and protected each other, you had stayed in his base and ate food he found for the both of you. It felt safe, that all changed when you left for a few weeks to find more survivors. You came home to him chained up and turned, a chunk of his wrist was bitten off.

Yan!Zombie who had left you a note before he turned, telling you that he had chained himself up, how it felt as he was turning, how if you wanted to kill him you had full permission to. He just did not want to leave you without answers, so to keep you safe he chained himself up to a wall.

Yan!Zombie who immediately tried going after you when you made noise, being yanked back by the chain. His eyes were locked on yours as drool ran down his chin. It was quite weird to see a zombie that wasn't rotting like most of the others, since zombies are mostly docile unless set off my loud sounds or hungry. He may have run into a hord while scavenging.

Yan!Zombie who, after a while, calmed down and stopped trying to get out of his chains, as even in this animalistic state he could understand that no matter how much he struggled he wasn't going to get out. His eyes stayed pinned on you though, it honestly freaked you out.

Yan!Zombie who you start talking to, of course he doesn't respond, but it feels nice to pretend like he is, to pretend that your only pillar is still alive. You tell him about how he use to act when he was alive, stuff you both did together, sometimes you just told him about your day.

Yan!Zombie who you started feeding raw meat you found, you weren't just going to go out and kill survivors just to keep your zombie friend satiated, that's just wrong. You train him to not try to bite you, waving your hand in front of his face (with protective gear) and not feeding him every time he bit into the gear. It only took a few months until every time you waved your hand in front of his face he just sniffed it a few times and stared up into your eyes.

Yan!Zombie who after a while, you unchained, you had trusted him. The only thing he really did was stumble around behind you, just following you and staring at you confused when you stopped and looked back at him. Sometimes he would go missing for a few minutes then come back with a dead animal, trash, or something shiny. He'd place them in front of you and hope you'd take his gift.

Yan!Zombie who gets touchy after a while, who pokes you or rests his head on your shoulder. He pouts every time you don't pat him on the head when he gets you gifts. If you dont pay attention to him he growls at you or goes limp in the corner of the room, laying and sniffling on the floor until he gets affection.

Yan!Zombie who eats any survivors you bring to the base while your back is turned, causing you to chain him up for a few days for timeout. He whimpers and whines every time you put him in timeout, sometimes convincing you to unchain him earlier than you originally planned.

Yan!Zombie who chases off other Zombies that try to get at you, afterwards bringing you back to the base and cuddling against you, chirping and coo'ing as he lays in your arms and bathes in your scent.

Yan!Zombie who finds a box of his old clothes, sniffing it and wondering why it smelt like him. He dug through the box before finding a comfy shirt and bringing it to you so you could wear it. He would slowly give you more and more of his clothes, loving smelling his scent mixed with yours.

Yan!Zombie who is sensitive to sound, but would absolutely love to hear you talk and talk for days, you're voice reminds him of music, or of what he remembers of music. He would argue that your voice is better if he could talk!!

Yan!Zombie who will honestly die again, and again, and again for you to just be happy. He loves your smile, it makes his unbeating heart feel all tingly. With all the gifts you've accepted from him he assumes you already know he's laid claim on you! You're his and you wearing his clothes and walking with his little trinkets only proves that even more!

#male reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #yourprettyboyswriting #x masc reader #x f reader #x female y/n #yandere #yandere writing #yandere x you #yourprettyboysposting

[ang3lfory0u]

~ Your beauty never ever scared me ~ (Carl Grimes x fem!reader)

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Okay did I forget the account existed? No. Could I be bothered to write? Also no. But I’m back, I think, maybe.

This probably makes no sense but idc 💫

Carl grimes x fem!reader

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It had been days since the girl had seen Carl, days missing his face and overall presence. As much as it pained her there was no convincing him, he refused to leave his room (which they usually shared) meaning that not only did Y/n have to sleep alone, but she had to sleep knowing her lover was hiding from her.

This had been going on ever since Carl was shot in the head-loosing his eye. Even though the girl was present during the whole ordeal, she still failed to see him in his condition as she was quickly pulled away from the scene. Y/n had rushed to see him as soon as he awoke but he refused to see her. This completely ruined her. Knowing the love of her life didn’t want to see her.

Now logically, she knew that it was more to do with him than her. He was scared, scared of what she will think. But that didn’t comfort her at all, because it meant he didn’t trust her or at least, didn’t trust she would still love him. It was silly really, she knew she would love him no matter what, wether he looses an eye or a limb she’d still love him. And Y/n thought Carl knew that too but apparently not. That made her question how good of a lover she was, did she not make her love clear enough ? She thought back and couldn’t see it, she didn’t ever give him a reason to doubt her affection. So what changed ?

It wasn’t her, it could never be her. It was him, his face was ruined. Not only could he not see as well as before, but he was left with that disgusting scar that was putrid to look at. No one, not even Y/n could ever love such a disfigurement, its horrific. That was exactly what Carl was thinking.

He was convinced that as soon as (or if) Y/n sees his face, all feelings for him will drain from her heart. Carl couldn’t bare that, so he hid himself away, as long as she didn’t see him, he could continue living in this comfort that he was hers and she was his. That didn’t stop him from missing her horribly, hell it had only been a few days and he was already hugging his pillow imaging that it was her.

It was another morning of Carl laying curled up in his bed, face buried into his pillow, wishing the day away and cursing his bad luck. Times like this made him forget his fortunes, like his girlfriend that he is currently pushing away. Speaking of said girlfriend, she was currently approaching the boys door, a sigh escaping her lips. Y/n lifted her fist, knocking gently on the door. Carl’s head lifted from his mattress before slumping back down with a fed up expression on his face. His voice rung out from behind the door in a groan, “dad Im not in the mood”.

Y/n once again sighed with a small amused smile before twisting the handle and entering the dimly lit room. “Well good cause im not your dad”.

The sound of her voice alerted Carl as he bolted out of the bed, attempting to usher Y/n out of the room.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Y/n made an effort to shut the door behind her, meaning she was backed into it by the tall boy. She tried to reach her hands up to calm him down, but he just grabbed her wrists, shaking her lightly.

“Who the hell let you in here? Huh?” He spoke in a low, frustrated tone. This moment gave Y/n the chance to examine him, the white bandage covering his left eye and the darkness shadowing his other. God had he been sleeping at all? His slender hand covering her eyes is what snapped her out of her daze.

“Carl-love don’t do this to me.” She desperately tried to pry his hand away but to no avail. She could feel him tense.

“Did no one tell you-I don’t want to fucking see you right now.”

She hummed, “you don’t want to see me or you don’t want me to see you?”

Carl hesitated before answering, “you wouldn’t want to see me either”.

Y/n scoffed, “Carl you have no idea how much I’ve missed your face-don’t hide it from me. Y’know how fucking lonely I’ve been without you?”

No words were said and they stood in silence for while but then Carl removed his hand from her face and turned around, flopping down onto the bed, still facing away from Y/n.

The girls eyes softened and she followed him, sitting herself down on the mattress. She brought her hand to his knee, drawing circles in an attempt to comfort him.

“Listen, im not going to force you to do anything, you don’t have to show me if you aren’t ready, but I don’t want you to not show me because you think I’ll be disgusted because I won’t be. I swear, I could never think ill of you Carl-you know that right?”

Y/n could see him nod his head slightly, she continued, “are you sure ? Because based on your reaction to me walking in here, I’m not convinced.”

Carl sighed, “you don’t understand, it’s not small, it’s not just bad-it’s huge and repulsive, I look like a fucking monster.”

The girl was taken aback, a monster ? Carl ? No.

“Please don’t say things like that-it can’t be that bad-”

“Look at it Y/n!”

Carl suddenly turned, grabbing the girls shoulder with one hand and ripping his bandage off with the other to reveal the agitated red wound that took the place of his eye. The girls eyes widened at the sudden movement but they settled again when she saw the damage. It was big and looked sore but was far from repulsive.

“Look at it and tell me I don’t Look fucking hideous!”

With no expression change the girl responded, “you don’t look fucking hideous”

Carl gaped slightly before swallowing and continuing, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah” the girl looked him dead in the eye, “you don’t look fucking hideous”.

“Oh please Y/n, no need to lie, you can say it-you’re revolted aren’t you? I look like a freak!”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, her tone becoming stern, “don’t you dare say things like that about yourself.” She loosened his grip on her shoulders before going on, “you are the sweetest, bravest and most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my whole life. There is nothing that could happen to your face or body that could change that I utterly adore you, every bit of you, no matter how ‘damaged’ you may think it is. Fuck, you could loose all your arms and legs and I’d still be inlove with you.”

Carl just stared at her in shock, she proceeded to cup his face in her soft hands, “this scar,” she hovered her thumb over the wound in a swipe motion, “is a sign of your strength and your journey. You’ve lived through a zombie apocalypse for fucks sake, better have the scar to prove it, no matter how you got it. Besides,” she paused, smirking slightly, “I think it looks kinda badass.”

Carl stared at her in awe, the only words that managed to come out being, “really ?”

Y/n shrugged, “yeah I mean, sucks I can’t see both of your eyes anymore cause I loved them but-it is hot”. Her arms sunk to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him towards her. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away to stare into him for a bit longer.

“You’re so beautiful Carl Grimes.” She mumbled, proceeding to pepper his face in kisses, muttering between each one, “so-fucking-beautiful”.

Carl still hadn’t said anything, the kind girls words sinking in slowly. He suddenly became aware that he was being kissed because he suddenly gripped the girls waist and pulled her closer to him. He stopped her constant kisses with his hands cupping her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek.

“You promise it’s not that bad”, his voice slightly cracked as he spoke and Y/n’s heart melted.

“Darling it’s not bad at all-you’re still the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen by far.”

For the first time in what felt like days, a small smile pulled on Carl’s lips. Y/n took notice and felt his lips under the pads of her fingers before pulling him in again for another kiss.

“I love you so much”, Carl mumbled against her lips.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible”, the boy responded.

The girl chuckled at his antics, “Hm it is”

The boy pulled away, “oh yeah?”

The girl replied with a straight face, “yeah”

Without another word, Carl pulled the girl on-top of him before turning them both over so he could look down on her.

“Sure”, he began kissing her soft lips yet again, also leaving gentle kisses on her face and neck.

Y/n sighed happily at the feeling, glad she had talked some sense into the boy. Glad that she had her favourite person back.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #x reader #carl grimes x reader #twd fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #x f reader

[melancholymetropolis]

"You're making such a mess, Mitsuri."

The Hashira groans against the bamboo gag as rivers of drool spilled from the sides of her mouth. Her chest was pressed onto the bed while her rear was in the air. Her wrists and ankles were tied together with colorful rope; which gave me the perfect view of her sopping cunt.

I kneeled on the bed, taking her ass in my hands. I kneaded the soft flesh for a few seconds, before lowering my face to her womanhood. I spread the vulva with my thumbs, before taking long, slow lives against it.

The Hashira squeals and moans from the stimulation--- even pushing her cunt closer to my face. I moved my hands back to her ass, before giving the cheeks a heavy slap. I flicked my tongue faster, lapping against her sopping hole. After dome time, I moved my hand to her throbbing clit and rubbed it lazily. I could feel Mitsuri's tongue pulse, her slick spilling from the warm canal in rivers. Her moans were loud and breathy. Her thighs shaking--- she was about to cum. I kept my combination going. Feeling her pussy grow wetter and hearing those moans echo throughout the room.

"I'm gonna. . . " She murmured against the gag. "I'm gonna. . . "

I smirked against her womanhood, before removing my hand from her clit and my mouth from her hole.

Mitsuri screeched in frustration.

"Have you forgotten so quickly, little one?" I said rising from my seated position. I walked around the bed to where her head was and took a seat. "You don't get to cum."

"Please. . . I'm sorry," she begged, more drool spilling from her lips. "I won't do it again."

"You can say whatever you want," I said, petting her multicolored hair. "You will not cum until I feel like you've learned your lesson."

"But---"

"That's what you get for flirting with Obanai."

#chubby!reader #chubby reader #demon slayer #mitsuri x y/n #demon slayer mitsuri #kimetsu mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji #kny mitsuri #kimestu no yaiba #kny #mitsuri smut #mitsuri x you #mitsuri x gn reader #gender nuetral reader #gn #x fem!reader #x female reader #x f reader #x gn reader #x m reader #x male reader #male reader #female reader #gn reader #black reader #plus size reader #kny kanroji

[arabaka]

*₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆♡˚ one more song.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aki hayakawa x fem! reader. no cw, fluff piece. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

i wanted this to be short and sweet >__< i hope you all like regardless!

thinking about domestic bliss with aki... a red circle on the calendar. a little doodle of a broom. cleaning day.

he starts bright and early, always getting up before you but only because he insists on you getting those extra 30 minutes. by the time you get up, he has coffee brewed just the way you like it and a light breakfast. wouldn't want you getting sluggish. if you took a nap, he wouldn't be able to resist cuddling up to you and taking a snooze as well. 

you divide and conquer when it comes to the chores but you always find your way back to each other through music. set aside the duster. put away the mop. he slides his arm so smoothly around your waist, his hand at the small of your back pulling you in nice and close. your hands find each other, fingers lacing together as the two of your sway to the comforting melodic tunes from the other room.

you bury your head in the crook of his neck, drawing in a deep breath and indulging yourself in the intoxicating scent of his cologne blended with his brand of cigarettes. he smells more like home than your shared living space ever could.

aki kisses your forehead quietly. it doesn't matter that the bathroom was halfway done or that the mirror had windex streaks from top to bottom. he can get to that in a minute. he just needs to hold you, to move with you and enjoy this simple bliss. you rustle against him, murmuring against his skin that you should get back to it. his hand at your back is firm as he mumbles in return, "just until this song is over." so you dance with him, not noticing when one song ends and the other begins...

as hard as it is, the two of you part, knowing it won't be long before he embraces you one more time... and then another... each time kissing to your skin, "one more song."

🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊ ✧ ﾟ 🕊 minors/ageless blogs dni.

#aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki x you #aki x y/n #aki hayakawa #csm #chainsaw man #csm x reader #csm x you #csm imagine #csm fluff #x reader #x you #x f reader #x fem!reader #aki #aki hayakawa fluff #aki fluff #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for aki. ꒱

[fuckingmilkovich]

BACKSTABBER by KESHA

carl gallagher x f! reader | angst | bad ending in

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❛why you did this to me?! you fucking ruined my life! are you doing this because you hate me? you never gave a shit about me i shouldn’t trust you in the first place❜

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CARL wasn’t the greatest boyfriend you could ask for, but he just stole your heart with his charisma and that stupid smirk on his face. he was your first boyfriend in your entire life, so obviously you were so excited about that experience. you wanted to impress him, because you knew what a player carl was and that you needed to interest him with your person, even if you were with him for a few months.

you weren’t the most fun person in the world; you just lived like a normal teenager, not like gallagher’s. so that was strange that he asked you out one day. he was handsome, and you liked his rebellious side sometimes. you were so happy when carl asked you to be his girlfriend because you never thought that someone could find you attractive. 

you wanted to show him that you weren’t that boring and innocent, so you started sending him photos. at first, it was only a picture of you in underwear, but he started to ask about more nudity. you were insecure that he would leave you if you didn’t send him these photos. so you did it. and that was a huge mistake, but you were clueless.

after this carl started to distance himself from you, but he always had an excuse for his actions. and you blindly believed him, because why would he lie to his girlfriend?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝what kind of fucking friend are you? what the fuck? i’ve trusted you. you’re fucking coward and i would have never done this to you. i would never done this to you ❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

one day, he asked you if you wanted to go out to his friend’s party. you obviously said yes because you hadn't spent time with each other lately and you missed him. you’ve spent ages getting ready for this party; you wanted to look stunning for carl. you picked up your best dress and asked your mom to do your makeup.

the party was normal; everyone was drunk as fuck, but you didn’t mind, even if you weren’t the drink type of person. you were looking for carl, because he disappeared a few minutes ago. you found him standing at the table next to the tv.

“hi everyone! so i know you were waiting for a result from my challenge.” everyone started to clap; only you were so confused about this situation, but you just joined the rest of the people clapping.

your smile faded when you saw on the screen these pictures you sent him and a few videos he must have recorded without your permission, showing you and carl having sex. you didn’t listen to what carl was saying; you felt like it wasn’t real. please this must be a dream you thought. you didn’t realize that you were crying.

every single person started to laugh and record your reaction, you were only a fucking bet, and you knew that it was weird that carl started to find you interesting. but you thought that finally someone would really love you. you were wrong. once again.

you left the party, with a broken heart and ruined social life.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

sorry for any mistakes!!

love ya:))

#angst #imagines #shameless #carl gallagher #sadnees #bad ending #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #x f reader #second person narration #sad imagines #backstabber #kesha