Me Trying Not To Smile From The Fanfic I Just Read

whats up with the weird misogyny in some fics?? like i get that ur all “so thirsty” but some of what ive seen is just so weird

why are you showcasing this kind of objectifying desire? and treat it as if its a good thing?

mischaracterizing characters who respect women and people in general just to make them scummy men who see the reader (mostly afab/fem aligned y/n’s) as some kind of fleshlight who doubles as a punching bag

if ur that masochistic… okay then

A little hope in war

Madara x fem!senju!reader

Warnings: None, just mention of war and death

I hope you like it💞

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You walked among the leaves, on the red earth floor full of flowers around you, towards the river, towards him.

  May the gods help you and no one finds out what you are doing in the damn river, or else you would be accused of the worst betrayal. And the price for that would be death.

  You could be Hashirama's sister, your kind brother Hashirama. But I didn't believe he would be able to protect you from Dad. Much less Tobirama. Not that you think he'll try to protect you, but if he tried, he wouldn't be able to.

  After all, we are talking about Batsuma Senju, his father and leader of the much feared Senju clan. The clan that rivaled the…

  - Hello. - Madara interrupts your train of thought on the other side of the river, smiling and not even imagining what you thought. 

  - Madara! - you state and smile at his image, your heart beats faster just looking at him. - will you come this way? or will I go to yours?

  Before I even finish the sentence he is already coming towards me, stepping on the water and using the chakra on his feet.

  He comes closer to me with red cheeks and hands me a pink tulip.

  - Thank you, Madara. You are very kind. - You say and take the flower from his hand, smelling it while looking into his dark, gentle eyes. - I'll keep it for sure.

  Madara then takes your hand and pulls you to go and sit on the rock that they always sit on when they meet and talk about a great future by your side.

  I knew it was completely impossible, since they were from rival clans. But dreaming was okay and maybe it would happen.

I have an image of this man, leave me alone I sWEAR TO GOD-

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Geto does this thing with his nose.

It’s something you noticed not too long ago, something he does when he’s lost in thought, deep in his memories and trying to sort out the pieces of puzzles in his head.

His nose, the perfect nose on that perfect face-

Scrunches up.

It wrinkles under the thoughts moving around his head, twitching side to side with with monotone “uhhhhh…” when you ask him spontaneous questions.

It writhes when he tries to choose his words carefully, usually when they’re ones of scolding, and it almost takes your focus from the topic at hand to how absolutely precious the sight is.

And yeah, it wrinkles under the force of laughter that he lets out, when he’s deep in joy and his smile is too big to contain, but that’s a corner of love that’s reserved for his hidden dimples. His crinkled little nose is far easier to activate.

Even right now, as you ask him what dinners he has planned the rest of the week, you’re barely able to keep track of anything he’s listing off because that pretty little nose scrunches between the days of the week.

“I guess I got the hamster wheel going?” You tease, chin resting dreamily on the palm of your hand. He cocks a brow, his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.

Along with his nose, of course.

“What did you call me?”

“I didn’t call you anything,” you snicker. “In your head. You’re deep in thought.”

“…. What?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile stays all the same, “nothing, babe. I just like your thinking face.”

“You should like all of my faces,” he says, wrinkling his nose as if wanting to say more, but fighting it back.

You smirk. Then, you lean up to gently grip his chin and kiss the tip of that wriggling nose.

“You’ve got no idea, Suguru.”

Remembering

Mikey×fem!reader

Warning: Sexual innuendo, Sexual content. +18

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Mikey put his hand on yours. You were sitting next to him, in the car, in the backseat. With only the middle seat between you and a huge tension hanging over the car, where even Haruchyo in the driver's seat felt it and looked at the two of you. Haruchyo still had the same mocking expression as always, with his green eyes and pink hair. But your attention was not on him, it had never been on anyone else, but on the person who shared the backseat with you. The blond who always had your heart and, lately, your hatred. - Get out of the car. - Mikey gives an order to Sanzu, who obeys his leader. Silence You look to the side and find him already with dark eyes, those dark eyes, burning inside you. You try to say something, but your mouth is dry. Nothing comes out, your mouth opens and draws his attention there, making Mikey run his tongue over his lips, now attracting your attention.

And in a second you approach each other, finding your two mouths in 10 years again. Feeling his taste, again.

It seemed like a dream, or a nightmare.

Mikey runs his hand through your hair, pulling it and the other goes to your waist, bringing you so that you climb on top of him, with each leg on one side of him.

- mikey… - Your hand went up to his hair, when his mouth goes down to your neck, the other going to your shoulder, near the dragon tattoo.

His hand went down from your waist to your hip, squeezing when he stops kissing your neck and goes back to your mouth.

Your hands move to his jacket, pushing it back. Mikey helps while looking into your eyes, then stops the kiss and soon after pulls up his linen dress shirt. Leaving him with nothing on top, you breathe in with longing. The last and only time you fucked, in fucking high school. Before you went to college and he got into this world.

Mikey quickly took off your shirt and you unbuttoned his pants while he unbuttoned yours. He got up from his lap, just so you could take off the rest of your clothes, never losing eye contact with those dark eyes of lust and longing.

He was already hard, and you were wet. So wet.

He pulled you onto his lap again, wasting no time, joining his mouth to yours and bringing his hand to your bundle of nerves. Straight to your clit.

- So wet, as always. - He said in a moan of pleasure and desperation. To feel you.

Mikey made slow circles while kissing you and holding you by the back of the neck.

Moaning at the good feeling, you squeezed his shoulders trying to vent the pleasure you felt.

He took his hand from between your legs and brought it to his mouth, sucking on your finger while looking into your eyes.

You moaned his name.

Arranging yourself on top of his member, you feel the head at the entrance. Making you both sigh at the sensation and anxiety that is him inside you.

In one movement, he is inside, making you both moan in unison. Holding onto his shoulders, you begin to move with his hands on your hips, helping to continue the thrusts.

He fills you deep, as always. Feeling his tip reach your cervix, making you moan his name over and over. While he showers kisses on your shoulders, moving down to your hard and needy nipple.

He takes one of his hands from your hip to pinch the tip of your breast, which was hard with desire. Mikey takes it to his mouth, nibbling and making you arch your back more, from the intense pleasure.

- Sweet pussy. - He says looking at where he was inside you, leaning against the seat and squeezing your thigh and chest. You watch his stomach muscles contract. It's beautiful and exciting to watch, and it makes you get close to climax. Your moans aren't low at all, the car was probably rocking with your movements and the people outside were listening. But fuck it. Mikey was fucking you so good and so good.

You feel the knot in your belly form.

- I'm going to cum -. You tell him when your legs start to give way and he holds you by the waist in place. Moving his hips hard and fast, fucking you mercilessly and moaning your name in the process.

You lean back against the front passenger seat, arching your back and feeling the knot in your stomach unravel, while rolling your eyes and moaning his name loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

Mikey cums inside you, moaning your name and pulling your hair so that you both kiss, numb from what happened.

When you break away from the kiss, you feel his cum run down between your legs and look into his eyes.

- I missed you.

Bathtub

Jason Todd × reader

Warning: +18

Summary: You've been in the bathtub for too long and Jason comes to get you.

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- Are you never going to get out of this bathtub?

- It's warm. - You say to Jason from where you are.

He smiles and starts to take off your shirt, showing that piece of skin that left you mesmerized.

You sigh.

He gets into the bathtub after finishing taking off all your clothes, causing water to spill thanks to his enormous size.

Jason had a hungry look in his eyes, as if he was ready to attack his prey.

In this case, you.

You let out a sigh thanks to him.

Jason kneels in the bathtub where you were sitting, leaning his chest against yours

And making you sigh with desire.

He was so close, his face was a small distance from yours.

It's tempting to kiss those kissable lips of his.

He murmurs a "hmmm" before leaning your mouth against his and kissing you.

You move your hand to his neck, and he moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing it there and making you gasp.

- Jason. - you moan into the kiss when he touches the tip of his cock to your entrance.

He lets out a hiss at the feeling of pleasure, stops kissing you and looks into your eyes with rapid breathing, then goes down and kisses your neck right on your sweet spot.

You roll your eyes, moaning his name.

Jason stops abruptly when he can't continue in the small space of the bathtub.

- Hold my neck and grab your legs around me. - He ordered and you obey without even asking.

Jason picks you up and stands up with you in his arms, as if you weighed nothing.

- Let's go to bed.

You laugh, at what awaits you.

Not to be a whore or anything, but the thought of Jason Todd fucking you so deep your organs start rearranging, whispering, "That's my good girl, takin' it so well" with that massive dick that counts as a weapon, like he's not actively trying to breed you into another dimension has me foaming at the mouth, barking at the moon, and contemplating biting through solid concrete.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Memories of the night

Jason Todd × reader

Warning: +18, Mention of sex

Summary: You remembering last night

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You were lying on Jason's bed, in Jason's apartment and in Jason's city.

He was next to you, reading Jane Austen.

For the 10th time this year, probably.

He was focused. And it felt good when he did that, and how he did.

You lick your lips, thinking about last night, how he sucked you off and then fucked you until your legs went weak.

Damn hot nerd who fucks well.

Putting your cell phone and thoughts aside, you stand up and take the books from his hand. Making Jason raise his eyebrow in question.

Putting the book on the table next to you and crossing your leg so that it was on top of Jason's muscular thighs.

He smiles, when he realizes your intentions and licks his lips, looking at your mouth, putting his hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, grabbing your hair. You put your hands on his shoulders.

- You know... I was remembering some things. - you say, sliding on his lap, making you feel his hard cock.

Jason sighs, closes his eyes a little and lets out a 'hmmm'.

- What things? Maybe you could jog my memory.

- I certainly can. - You say and kiss his mouth.

Jason runs his hand down your back, squeezing it there so that you are closer to him. With his other hand, he pulls your hair while kissing you.

Daenerys Targaryen (Daemon's vision) in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON S02E08 | "The Queen Who Ever Was"

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

Serious conversation!?

Benedict Bridgerton × Wife!reader

Warnings: None, just lots of cuteness and kisses.

Happy reading💕

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Look, your sister will be fine. - I say with a reassuring smile.

Benedict looks at me strangely, as if I were saying something absurd. I frown.

- She's a smart girl, but marriage is marriage!

It's my turn to frown.

- Come on, stop it. Do you mean marriage is difficult?

I cross my arms and look at him with a frown.

He raises his eyebrow. And then blinks as if he doesn't know what to say.

- It's just that marriage has to involve a lot of talking and a lot of love, dear. - He says and comes towards me with his typical sideways smile.

I move away as soon as I see his intention to grab me.

- Don't you dare. - I say through gritted teeth. He lets out a groan of disappointment.

- Stop it. You can't get angry just because I disagree with you.

- Of course I can. In fact, you'll sleep on the couch. - I say and he opens his mouth in surprise at what I said.

- Oh, don't do that, I'm your beautiful and loving husband and I just want a little affection.

- And to hold your sister. We've already talked about this.

Benedict comes closer to me, placing her hands on my waist and I sigh in response, because of the goosebumps her hands give me. You place your hands on his shoulders and pout at his boldness. He comes closer and starts to kiss you and you can't resist.