May 11
dilf!toji x maneater!reader
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dilf!toji x maneater!reader
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apologies - situationship!rafe
paring ! situationship!rafe x maneater!reader
summary ! after he messes up again, you ignore him. he gives in and apologies.
warnings ! 18+ mdni. nothing really crazy happens lol. mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, and a heated kiss.
wc ! 0.9k
author's note ! i lovee this pairing
to be added to my taglist.
any visions of maneater!reader and womanizer!lando yet? that'd be so hot omg 😩
You guys shouldn’t put such images in my head, because look what happens. Look!!
maneater!reader for richard john grayson would be a lot more subtle. Like she presents as sweet and normal but does the small things to wind him up. Wears a low cut dress, wears only a shirt and panties in front of him, flirts in an unassuming way so he'd try to figure all the signs out until he craves her affection and attention. All that time he never finds out she's slept with half the eligible men in Blüdhaven.
PROMISE
title: promise
character: steven hyde x reader
warnings: alcohol use, marijuana use, mentions of virginity, mentions of assault, cursing, semi frequent use of l/n (last name), zen masters (jackie x hyde) if u squint
summary: when you met the boys, you made a promise to never date any of them. though this gets harder and harder to follow as you all get older and more attractive.
disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3
word count: 2972
part two
☽｡⋆ a jennifer’s body series
a maneater.
that’s what she was always referred as, maybe it was the way she was perceived; naturally seductive, full lips always coated in cherry gloss, a smile that wasn’t exactly sweet but more sly, the mystery that followed her or the laugh that could be heard from anywhere - like it echoed. like a siren.
it could even be that she was a deadly trap, with an unfed hunger running throughout her corpse - it was the only thing living inside of her. the animalistic desires she wasn’t strong enough to fight, so she stopped fighting and fed. shot down morals and humanity literally draining from out of her; she tore apart and fed until the fire in her, was nothing more than a muted buzzing.
it was easy to hide the vulgarity, planting inside of her. she was head cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in the school. despite her being well known, she didn’t have many friends. girls envied her; the dangerous beauty she obtained, the line of boys waiting for a chance. it didn’t bother her though, she preferred her own company, sinning secrets kept to herself.
she shined on her own.
fair to say she had her boy toys now and again. victims you could also say. but she still had that untouchability about her, this Godly layer that people would do anything to peel back, to see the monster behind it. she was no angel and nobody needed a magnifying glass to find that out, boys she had given time to mysteriously vanishing and going missing, weeks later. almost like they ran. or she ran them away.
a devil. a monster. a maneater.
they were just some of the names. and they all learned to keep their distance.
gliding across the school hallway like it was her own victoria’s secret fashion show, fitted in outfits that looked as if they were specifically customized, tailored to her. allured with femininity, sharply edged with warning. a victoria’s secret runway if the angels were swapped for devils.
in those moments she felt alive. well, as alive you could feel for a nonliving soul.
but then there were nights where she sat at her vanity, face to face with the horror that only she could see. maybe she looked to hard, searched too far for a single flaw- or maybe it was seeping through slowly and everyone saw it.
life was now voiding from the outside. skin drying, hair thinning and falling out, eyes losing more and more light. the hunger now starving and eating away at herself.
could she even fake it anymore?
the next day followed as usual, on cycle routines. it was so repetitive, she could practically see the future. tomorrow, the day after that and the day that followed after that day. she was a seer at this point.
clad in her tacao purple cheer uniform, a smile she couldn’t feel and an effortless charm used as a protection bubble, she stood front and center. almost performative, not just in the way she was performing a cheer routine but in the way she was existing. trying to hide the creature underneath her skin.
luring eyes in and watching people feel noticed with the 2 second glance she gave from scanning the audience, she felt something. a stronger pull that wasn’t just from the few hundred people watching, a heavy gaze making it feel like the crowd was nothing more than background noise and a blur.
that’s when she noticed the 6,2 dirty blonde, hair gelled back like it was made for a commercial or even to survive an unexpected natural disaster. intense eyes she swore she got lost in for a moment or two, a never ending blue. suddenly she felt small under his stare, like the boy could see right through her. what she really was.
rafe cameron.
the all so typical jock, cocky attitude like he felt the world owed him something, that annoying smirk she was sure he was born with. he was the only boy she couldn’t figure out. and she knew boys; they were easy, see-through, they wanted a girl to chase them, but not too clingy, a one-sided love they could brag about to their friends and call the girl ‘obsessed’, they got bored when titles were involved, and behind closed doors they could even be emotional.
but rafe, she could never figure out. he never gave her the unruled attention that the rest of his team did. never had to pick up his jaw from the floor whenever she strolled past, because he wasn’t looking. or maybe he was and was just great at hiding it.
that intrigued her.
she was the one everyone was watching. she had the power, and with that she did great.
holding the mascot flag in one hand, she used her other to wave at the cameron boy. a teasing smile, overtaking his usual smirk by a mile. it was like setting a fly trap and catching it right where you wanted it. she had him right where she wanted him. boys were easy.
rafe for a minute looked stunned. it was his first time getting a taste of what everyone talked about. the man-eating, she-devil, who would smile at you sweetly, making you think she wasn’t as bad as everyone made out, but then entrapped you with her web and completely ruined you.
shaking his head non amusedly, like it would get rid of his thoughts. get rid of her. little did he know she had already found a back door through, crawling in with absolutely no intention to leave.
“crazy bitch” he muttered, to nobody.
making his way from the bleachers, to somewhere she couldn’t trap and catch him.
that girl should have a warning sign above her head.
so he left. somewhere that didn’t have red buzzers going off and alarms pinging, alerting. but still to somewhere he could observe, this wasn’t her working and casting a spell - this was him, more or so keeping track of what needed controlling.
he was good at that. he thought.
all in her glory, there she was. in the spotlight. of course she was.
the rest of the squad cleared out a way, just for her. spinning the flag around with ease, it was so simple but so alluring. everyone seemed to have quieted down, eyes drawn directly to her. a siren. he swore she was a siren. or some ancient medusa, catching peoples gaze and holding them there. her smile seemed so practiced but polished, perfected. she finished it off with a shy wave, as if she didn’t just list off more victims, for her evil needs.
he had to admit, her act was good.
after finishing the routine, she straightened up, brushed her skirt down and smoothed her hair over. she could have done better. her walk didn’t have that natural ease, the flag was heavy, hard to manage. her smile was probably an invitation to the breaking she felt inside.
huffing out a quiet sigh, she stayed behind for the usual greetings people gave ‘you did so great up there’ ‘you’re a natural’, all that nonsense. she didn’t care for their approval, their opinions. she didn’t feel that she did good, it weighed down on her.
she was supposed to be this perfect cheerleader, this idolized being. and she thought she could have done better. so she could have.
nonetheless, she kept the act up. replied with a polite ‘thank you’ and smiled like she meant it. but not too much. she couldn’t seem that approachable. that friendly.
after her whole meet and greet, she fled through the gymnasium doors and headed down the corridor. the scent of cleaning supplies and poster paint hitting her senses. she had a rough idea of where she was headed. to who.
there he was, leant against a locker so casually, like that was the lockers purpose.
talking to his teammates, more like yelling and laughing. she recognized one of them more familiarly, brad. he sat next to her in maths, had a big crush on her. it was obvious.
strolling on confidence itself, she approached the group with that flirtatious smile, without coming off too desperate, of course. rafe spotting her immediately, a flicker of annoyance on his face, which had impressively disguised the quick look of amusement he displayed. oh she caught it.
turning her head to the other jock, “brad” she greeted, voice like honey; sweet and syrupy but still sticky enough to get caught on.
poor brad looked almost nervous, he was one of those boys who were all talk with his buddies but when in a real life situation, with a girl - he was doomed.
clearing his throat quickly, sounding almost painful. “oh hey” saying her name too quickly, probably to hide the nervousness in his voice.
however she smiled victoriously, successfully. turning her way to the center of the group.
“so did you like my performance, rafe?” the girl asked with a quizzing, smile still perfected onto her face.
the dirty blonde obviously not expecting her question or any attention to him at all.
“didn’t really stick around that long” his voice edged with caution, but still had that usual nonchalance.
“oh really” her voice dripping with playfulness. like she caught him in a lie. “i could’ve sworn i saw you watching, all the way from the corner” she said with a ‘confused’ expression.
what kind of game was she playing. was she trying to embarrass him?
releasing a forced chuckle, which lacked anything but glee. “listen uh i don’t know what you think i am- but i’m not one of those guys that’s gonna feed into your whole act- give you the attention you desperately want” his voice quieting down, like he was really trying to get her to listen.
she was an expert. so she didn’t let her face strain, voice go wonky or her posture shoot down.
instead she breathed out a taunting laugh. as if she knew he was lying. that this really was a game.
once again turning to his friend, who’s face had flushed since rafe opening his mouth.
“see you in class, brad” she cooed innocently, her face anything but.
strutting off like she had gotten what she wanted. leaving the group dumbfounded.
her unforgettable perfume still lingered, and she could make out what was brad talking to rafe, questioning him with a clear confusion.
maybe rafe was going to be more difficult than usual.
but she liked a challenge.
the shit maneater!reader reposts after her & frat!dick start beefing
Fuckboy JJ and man eater reader? Yes? No?
yup you’re amazing. i have about eight bajillion things to write before wednesday but i’m definitely adding this to the list! i just know this would go soooooo hard