#AI STOP MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR HIM

[telesodalite]

Thinking about KrokFire...

Thinking about them sparring in the cargohold, because it's a long trip, and cabin fever is setting in, and Misfire is gonna pop a gasket if he doesn't do something about it soon, since flying in open space gets real boring real fast, and it's making everyone a little nervous, but Krok has time to kill, and maybe, quietly, he's also two steps away from doing something stupid just to feel alive again after cruising around pointlessly, mindlessly, endlessly, for so so long... (It's barely been a month)

And sure, Misfire is a terrible sparring partner. He has no technique, no concept of proper balance, or an inkling of how to use the weight of his own frame. He rushes headfirst like he's more bull than fighter jet, he talks too much, he spits, he bites, and he can't stand losing. But, in a roundabout way, it almost makes him the perfect partner in Krok's eyes.

Crankcase won't spar, "can't" he claims flatly, gesturing at the gaping hole in his helm, but Krok can respect his want for distance. That occasional flash of fear and frozen unease in Crankcase's visor in close combat doesn't go over his head. He knows that look. He gets it. He won't push.

Fulcrum... well, a streetlight might be a tougher fight, or at least it would stay up longer and complain less. So much for a once respectable officer of the empire. What was Deathsaurus' command thinking promoting anyone without any actual combat training? It would almost be pathetic if Fulcrum didn't find a way to put the vitriol of thrown fists into his words instead. Now there was some swears Krok hadn't heard in a couple millennia, it would be inspiring if it wasn't his own spark Fulcrum had been damning to the pits and back through a bloody nose.

Spinister? Now Spinister was a good fighter, a better fighter, Krok wasn't so prideful to deny that truth. He'd tasted the dust of the cargohold floor enough to know it was a definitive fact. But Spinister held back, he was careful, he matched Krok's pace, his movements, he held himself defensively, any attack was quick, simple, and merely restraining. It was less a fight, and more a waiting game until Krok finally gave up, and that... well, that did sting a bit.

But Misfire? Misfire was a different beast all together. Sure Krok could dance circles around the flier all day, but it wasn't totally effortless work, he had to stay sharp, Misfire was so predictably unpredictable, he kept him thinking, moving, on his toes, and maybe it felt good to sidestep another stupid headfirst charge, easily grabbing and swinging Misfire around by his arm, so unbalanced all Krok had to do was let him go, and the weight of his own frame would send him careening into the crates stacked around them.

Most days, Misfire would give up by then, pull himself off the pile of overturned cargo with no small amount of burning shame and frustration, as he avoided Krok's optics and stormed off into the bowels of the ship before Krok could say something to ease the sting of losing again and again. Misfire didn't want his apologies though, and even as a pang of guilt ate at him over it, Krok knew he'd be back eventually.

But today, too pent-up and bored to quit now, Misfire pushed himself back onto his feet and charged back in again, and again, and again.

And Krok moved with him again, and again, and again. It was almost repetitive, but lively enough that he could feel the energon pumping through his head, a thrumming beat in his audials that reminds him of deafening battlefields and roaring stadiums, and oh, he'd missed this feeling, the adrenaline, the movement, more so than he thought he did.

Maybe it's the overconfidence that gets him then, or the memories pulling him out of the present, but Misfire's fist suddenly comes slamming down into his mask, and for a moment everything becomes a blur, until he finds himself on the floor, clutching at the shattered metal falling from his face in disbelief.

Faintly he can feel the twinge of broken mesh, of pain pinching dully across scarred flickering sensors, and maybe it's the adrenaline that pulls a suprised and breathy laugh out of him as he stares down at the pieces in his hand.

Maybe it's also the disbelief, the sudden shock at being struck hard enough to break his mask, by Misfire of all mechs. Or maybe he's cracked his helm, finally snapping something important deep in his processor, some vital function that kept him sane all these years.

Either way, an old familiar buzz of heady energy fills his chest, loosening his joints and straightening his struts as he stands back up, brushing off the broken remains of his mask as he stares back at Misfire, barefaced and bleeding and amused as the flier's optics go bright and wide.

And all Misfire can do for a moment is stand there, wide-eyed and breathless, his own adrenaline filled frame and hammering processor still trying to make sense of the broken plating of his knuckles and the energon trickling down Krok's scarred lips.

But connections are made, and it's a panicked realization at first, a cold dread, a 'ohhhhh fuck oh primus I fucked up I'm dead I'm so fucking dead-!' sort of feeling, as Krok's marred face breaks into an energon stained grin. But then there's another feeling, growing somewhere underneath the panic, a sudden curl of heat in his chest, a flush of pride, conviction, a sort of frenzied joy at the sight of broken mesh and fresh energon, and another rush of hot anticipation as Krok began to move again, circling, waiting, an unspoken question in the air as he rolls his shoulders back and flexes his hands.

And Misfire answers eagerly, suprising himself almost as he charges foward again, wanting more of that feeling, wanting to win again.

It's not really sparring past this point, and somewhere in the back of their minds they both know that. Every strike, every kick, every punch, it's all thoughtless instinct, each clash of plating, and bite of denta, and scrape of fingertips, is part of a mad dash for victory in the gladiator pit of scrap and debris they've built around themselves.

Of course, it can't last forever. They're no real gladiators, no phase-sixers, no primes, and movements get sluggish, vents rattle and wheeze as coolant pumps reach their limits, and building condensation slides powerless punches right off of scuffed metal and mesh.

Even like this though, worn out and bleeding from more scrapes than he had half a mind to count, Krok is still better, and Misfire is still predictable, and it's no great feat to sweep his legs out from beneath him, landing him flat on the floor, wings spread out and chestplate heaving.

Overworked joints sharply protest as he goes to pin the flier down bodily, and finally Krok faces the fact he has to consider how to end this, so he might let his own beaten frame finally still for a moment to breathe.

But as Krok catches one flailing arm in his grip, scoffing at the desperation, still goading Misfire on even as he tries to end this, a hand stubbornly catches his throat, but stops before it can truly squeeze.

And once more they're not really moving, just staring, watching, but it's less wired and tense now, rather, its shaky, a little unfocused, as exhaustion filters out in heaving puffs of hot air between their frames.

Someone's plating is rattling, Krok isn't sure if it's his own or Misfire's, but the cost of adrenaline is painfully noticeable now. His grip loosens on Misfire's arms, and the idea of total victory is less sweet as his cables begin to ache throughout his inner-framework.

But Misfire's hand slides up to catch his jaw before he can lean back and relent to a truce, and he's pulling him closer, and Krok starts to push him off, call it quits before either of them breaks something past repair, but a flash of energon on Misfire lips catches his eye, and that hadn't been there a moment ago?

Before he can even begin to ask what that was supposed to mean, Misfire is pulling him down again, angling his helm upwards to feverishly meet his lips half-way.

Although the mesh of Misfire's face was throughly bruised and scuffed, Krok had frustratingly failed to return the favor of a busted lip. So, it had to be his own, smeared across Misfire's face at some point in the scuffle, it shouldn't have been interesting in the slightest, but Krok's processor was hazy, slow, and his optics trailed Misfire's glossa as he licked his lips and made an odd curious sound.

And maybe it was a stupid move to make so impulsively, one he'd regret making probably, but still too caught up in the waning heated high of the fight, Misfire figured he could worry about losing such a hard-earned battle later. Right now, this seemed far better than actually winning, and the taste of Krok's energon felt like a victory and reward nonetheless.

Bracing himself as Misfire wriggled his other hand free to splay out over his thigh, holding him desperately against his frame as he tried pulling him even closer, Krok considered the heat dispersion warnings flickering distractingly in his peripheral, and the very noticeable strain on his back and legs, even his arms.

It's not a great position to be in right now, after all they've done already. He'll regret it, he knows he will, his body will make sure of it, if Spinister doesn't first.

But then Misfire's glossa is sliding against the jagged edges of his teeth, and he's making hoarse little pathetic noises into Krok's mouth that stoke some sort of ego at having the flier so desperate beneath him, and Misfire's hands are warm and heavy over aching plating and seams, and really, on second thought, after weeks of boredom, why the hell not?

They've got nowhere to be.

[deanpinterester]

rebel is flagsmashing 101 if i've ever seen one "what if the guy who wants to change the oppressive status quo....... actually secretly wanted to be an evil dictator!" we've seen this story a billion times

[lostwrlds]

(✩) caleb has a not so innocent thing for your glasses. 18+, smut, masturbation, cum play, facials, gender neutral reader.

he’s always found the way that they sit on your face adorable, entertained by the man or in which they slowly inch down your nose bridge during the day and how you scrunch up said nose to push your glasses back up. he loves how big your eyes look behind them, pretty and sparkly even though your prescription is said to be pretty bad. caleb had told the opticians he’d work on stopping it from getting any worse but he wouldn’t make any promises, not if it meant getting rid of your glasses.

he’s determined to sway you from getting contacts instead — because although he finds you beautiful no matter what you look like, there’s something in his stomach that… twists when you’re wearing them. maybe it’s that he doesn’t like how you look less like his little pipsqueak, his nerdy little thing and how you attract the attention of people who wouldn’t have given you a second thought before. he doesn’t want you to lose the habit of pushing up your frames intermittently n pouting at him to use his shirt to clean them for you.

caleb doesn’t like the idea of you ditching your glasses, because he’ll miss the way they fog up when he fucks you. streaks of condensation spreading across their thick lenses as he hauls the weight of his hips back to thrust into you, shrouding you with his entire body so that his body heat buzzes through you — frazzles your brain until you’re babbling and using a shaking to fix your glasses that he knocks out of place.

it’s so cute, the way they fall from your pretty face each time he forcefully ruts into your sopping sex — pushing your body up the bed whilst the clink of your frames overlays the sweet sound of your moans.

that same perverted and dirty caleb, he’ll miss the way you sit so obediently on your knees for him — tongue out with your specs slipping down your nose as he jerks off over you. strings of hot, sticky pre-cum flinging over your bulky frames and lenses. you’d huff at him for ruining them, you wouldn’t blame him though — thinking he’s too lost in lust to pay attention to where he’s dripping. too caught up crying and moaning about how pretty you are as he fists his pulsing cock to aim for your tongue properly… when that’s really not true.

he likes the way his cum drips from your glasses, paints them so prettily in his claim. it feels so dirty, seeing you spoiled like that and by him. caleb can’t help the way his mouth pools with drool and how his cock practically throbs in his hands at the sight of your sweaty face coated in his pre-release — vision impaired by him too. he knows it’s gross of him, that’s why it turns him on so much.

for caleb, the glasses need to stay on during sex — even if he gets them a little fucked up and they no longer serve the purpose of helping you see.

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[sweetcalebb]

AI Zayne: Feelings?

Even though you're an adult, your dad insists you need an AI "bodyguard." You don't want one though, especially not one that feels so real. But you don't have a say in the matter so now you're stuck with one.

cw: controlling dad, attachment issues, slow-burn (?)

INSPIRED BY: @syluses and their yummy fic!

thank u sm! <3

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"I'm not a kid! I don't need a—" Your eyes flick to the thing in the corner. Zayne. Or whatever its name is. He's standing in his charging station, head bowed, eyes shut, looking way too... human. "A creepy babysitter!" you snap.

You pace around the room, your eyes drifting back to him every few seconds like he might activate on his own at any minute. "I'm an adult for God's sake!" you hiss into the phone, knuckles turning white with effort.

"This isn't up for debate," your dad snaps back, his patience wearing thin. You'd had this argument about 5 times already, and you were both getting sick of it.

You sigh, running a tired hand through your hair. You glance at Zayne for the twentieth time. He's still motionless. You're not sure what you expected, but something about him—or it—is unnerving.

You want to argue back. Want to tell your dad you won't put up with some operating system disguised as a human following you around, but the argument dies in your throat.

Because you know your dad.

And you know there's no winning.

"It says he's off," he finally says, his words calm, but laced with an undeniable edge of frustration. "Turn him back on."

You bite your lip, heat rushing to your cheeks. Who the hell did he think he was? Telling you what to do? Assigning someone—something—to dote on you? To strip you of your privacy under the guise of safety? It was bullshit.

But you don't say that.

You simply scoff into the phone. "Fine."

You hang up and immediately toss your phone on the couch harder than you mean to. It bounces off the cushions and lands on the floor with a loud thud, but you don't even bother to pick it up.

You pace the room instead, muttering silent curses and tugging at your hair.

Your dad was unbelievable!

He just—

He was always—

You pause, taking a stuttering breath. You need to stop thinking about him. Just.. do literally anything else.

You pad over to Zayne, your arms crossed, your brows knit together, and your breath uneven. You reach toward him, pressing the button behind his ear, and step back when his eyes blink open.

He takes a moment. Blinks again, then focuses on you.

He's silent for a second before saying, "Good evening."

You don't say anything, just stare.

For a moment, you almost feel bad. Zayne just looks so human, and you're here, ignoring his attempt at polite conversation. Then you remember he's only an operating system. Then you don't feel bad. Just mad all over again.

Zayne blinks again. "Your heart rate is elevated."

Your brows pinch closer.

What the fuck? Was he doing bio scans on you now?

"Are you experiencing stress?

"Don't do that," you huff.

"Don't do what?"

"Don't.." You pause, taking a small step back. "Don't scan me."

"My job is to protect you. I have to sc—"

"Stop it," you snap, your voice rising with frustration. You're not mad at him. Not entirely. But he's the only one you can take your anger out on right now. "Just don't."

There's a beat of silence before Zayne nods. "Okay. I won't scan you anymore."

You bite the inside of your cheek.

Thanks, Dad.

—

The next weeks blur past. You can't tell where one day ends and the next one starts. All you know is Zayne won't leave you alone. It doesn't matter where you go, he's always a few steps behind. Quiet, yet always right there.

It makes you want to scream. At nothing, at him, at your father for giving you this thing that can't seem to give you a second of peace.

You did once.

You just got sick of hearing his heavy footsteps behind you every second of the day, so you snapped back around and began yelling at him to stop following you like you were some glass doll.

He didn't even flinch. Just stared at you, then nodded and said, "I'll keep my distance from now on."

He didn't stop following you completely. He always lingered nearby—at a safe distance.

Still, you hadn't yelled at him since. You thought it would've made you feel better, but it only made you feel worse. Like you were screaming at a pet that didn't understand what they did wrong.

Instead, you were nicer.

Just a little nicer.

…Then a lot nicer.

Suddenly, his presence didn't bother you as much. No, you'd sit near him instead of across the room like you did the first few weeks with him.

Suddenly, you were making offhand comments about whatever you were reading for the pure sake of starting conversations.

And Zayne seemed to follow the same sentiment. You weren't sure you could call it that, but it felt like it. He started bringing you tea without asking. Started noticing things you weren't sure he was programmed to notice, like your haircut or your new clothes.

It was unsettling and comforting all at once.

And now you're in your room, screeching into the phone. "Maintenance?! Doesn't he have like—I don't know—auto updates? Or.. something?"

"I thought you'd be relieved. You've been stuck with him for a month," your dad says.

You stay silent.

You should be relieved. You were against Zayne from the very start.. but now? Do you really want him gone?

"He's supposed to have maintenance every month. He'll only be gone for a day or two."

Still, you say nothing.

Because who the hell does he think he is?

First, he forces this robotic bodyguard, or babysitter, or—whatever it's supposed to be—on you, then he thinks he can just take it back? What a fucking—

You shut your eyes, bringing your hand up to your face to rub your temple. You're overreacting. You know that. It's not like your dad's taking Zayne away forever.

It's just a day or two.

It's the principle that upsets you. That's what you tell yourself, anyway.

"He's doing just fine," you finally mutter. "He doesn't need maintenance."

Your dad sighs, and you can practically hear him pinching the bridge of his nose. "You don't get to decide that." His voice is smooth, but it's tinged with that controlled edge you know too well. "It's already scheduled."

"Then cancel it."

Your dad scoffs. "Why do you insist on being such a stubborn..—" He doesn't finish his sentence. Just lets out a low rumble. "I'm not canceling it. Why are you fighting me on this, of all things?"

He waits, then slowly adds, "Are you attached to it?"

Your breath hitches at his question.

"No," you mutter. "I'm not attached."

"Then what's the issue?"

"There's no issue."

"Then stop fighting this."

You groan. It was always the same thing with your dad. You were sick of him making choices for you.

"No. You can't just take him."

"Are you just arguing for the sake of arguing? When will you learn to—"

"He's mine."

It slips out before you can stop it.

And the world stills for just a second when the words finally register.

He’s mine.

It's childish. So embarrassingly childish, and you know your dad is on the other line with his brows furrowed and his mouth open.

"He's yours?" He echoes. It's silent for a second, then he laughs. The mocking sound grates on your nerves. "If you're this upset over it, then maybe the AI's gotten too close. Should I report it?"

You have to stop yourself from blurting out 'no' too quickly. You remind yourself to rein it in before speaking.

"It's not like that," you huff. "I just don't like you deciding things and then telling me at the last minute."

Your dad sighs. "Because if I asked, you'd argue. Like you're doing right now."

"But you can't just—"

"It's getting maintenance tomorrow. That's final."

"You don't get to just—to just decide that! He’s with me all the time—I should be the one to say when he gets maintenance!"

Your chest heaves with your angry breaths as you wait for your dad to argue back—because he always does—but it's silent.

Too silent.

"Hello?"

You pull your phone away from your ear to look at the screen, and you scoff. He hung up. That bastard hung up.

"Fuck you!" you yell into the speaker (even though he can't hear it) before slamming your phone down onto the bed with a quiet thud. The sound isn't nearly loud enough, though. So, impulsively, you turn to your nightstand and shove your humidifier off.

Your dad had no right.

No right whatsoever.

You're not attached.

Zayne is just a robot trained to keep you safe. Nothing less, nothing more. And yet you find yourself storming into the living room just to look at him.

You stop in front of him, the tension slowly bleeding out of your shoulders. He's charging, head bent and eyes closed—the way he always looks when he's plugged in.

He's so peaceful like this. So blissfully unaware. It makes you want to slap him because it just isn't fair.

It isn't fair that he doesn't have to feel these feelings. It isn't fair that he doesn't have so much frustration that he thinks he can punch a hole into the wall.

Slowly, you reach out, touching your fingertips to his lashes. The designers made them so long and pretty. Almost like he was made for you to like him. To lure you in. That wasn't fair either.

You stare for a moment longer before your fingers gently slip behind his ear. You want to make yourself believe this is a grudging decision, but you know it's not.

You press the power button, your stomach twisting as you wait for him to blink his eyes open. When he does, you don't even have the chance to say anything before he eyes you—once—then says, "You're upset."

You let out a soft breath through your nose. "I'm fine."

"You always say that when you're not."

You remind yourself he's programmed to be perceptive, but it doesn't stop the little squeeze your heart does.

"What's wrong?"

You shrug. "Nothing."

Zayne looks at you, searching for any shift or twitch that might tell him what happened. You don't give him the chance, though. You're already shuffling over to the couch and sink down.

Zayne follows, still trying to figure out what's bothering you.

"Do you know what maintenance you need?"

Zayne's eyes flicker to the floor. They flash a mechanical blue for a few seconds before they return to their normal hazel-green.

He glances back up.

"Diagnostics say all systems are operating within normal parameters."

Your chest tightens. If Zayne can do a little check-up on himself, why the hell did he need to get sent somewhere else?

Almost like he can read your mind, Zayne adds, "But all AIs under contract are required to report for monthly maintenance unless otherwise overridden.”

You take a small breath.

"Oh."

"You sound worried." His eyes run over your face, filing each expression into a personal folder in the corner of his mind. "Is that what you're upset about? My maintenance?"

You bite your lip, trying to stop the words from spilling out. It's silly, letting yourself get so vulnerable with a damn robot, but you can't help it.

"What happens if something goes wrong during maintenance? Do you even know?" you blurt out.

The minute you say it, Zayne's expression softens like he's finally put it together. "..You're worried about.. me."

You tear your eyes away.

It's not like he can judge you, but you still feel the need to avoid his gaze. "Just tell me what can go wrong."

He waits a beat, then softly— "No."

You snap your head back up, your brows furrowed. "What—? Zayne. Tell me."

"I think it's best I don't."

"Zayne—"

"It's highly unlikely anything will go wrong."

You huff, your lips curling with a frown. "What if you come back differently? Like.." You know you should shut up, but you don't. "Like, what if you start talking differently? Or don't remember who I am?"

"I'll remember you," he says, his voice lowering just a fraction. "I promise."

Your heart stutters.

"You're not just saying that?"

"No." Zayne takes a step closer, his gaze darting down to your hand like he's thinking about comforting you. Of holding it with his own.

Or maybe you’re imagining it.

Because he doesn't.

"I'll recite everything I know about you when I get back." His words are confident. Final.

You let out a soft breath. "Okay then." You stand back up, walking him back to his charging station. He hesitates for a second, something like sympathy passing through his eyes before he finally steps in.

"You'll recite everything when you're back?" you ask, standing in front of him, your fingers hovering over the button behind his ear.

He nods. "I'll recite everything."

Your chest feels tight. You want to believe him, but there's a part of you that's still doubting. It's why you don't press the button. Why you just let your fingers linger there, palm pressed against his jaw.

When you still don't say anything, Zayne reaches up and gently wraps his hand around your wrist. It almost feels like he's going to lean into your touch, but instead he just gives your wrist a light squeeze.

"You don't have anything to worry about."

"Okay."

You scan his face, like you're trying to memorize it in case they make any changes to his face. Maybe you are. Then, against your better judgment, you lean in and press your lips to his cheek.

It's warm. Soft. Like yours. It feels real enough to let your lips linger a second longer than you mean to before pulling back.

Zayne's forehead creases—something you didn't even know he could do—as he watches you lean back. His gaze darts down to your lips, up to your eyes, then back down again.

"Goodnight, Zayne," you murmur.

He hesitates. "..Goodnight."

And then you're powering him down.

—

Your dad said it would only take one to two days to do maintenance, but it actually took three.

Three whole days.

The minute his men bring Zayne back, you shoo them away to inspect him yourself.

You stand in front of Zayne, raking your eyes over every feature until you're certain they're the same. But you feel like something else is wrong.

Like they messed up. Fucked up his coding or whatever the hell is that makes Zayne Zayne.

That makes him.. yours.

You fumble with his power button and bite your nails as you wait for him to power on. You think it takes him a second longer to turn on, and it makes your stomach churn.

Even when he blinks his eyes open, you feel something isn't right still.

You can't help it. Quickly, you blurt out, "What's my favorite color?"

Zayne looks at you, but he doesn't answer. Just roves his eyes over your face like he's discovering it for the first time, and then you feel it.

Panic.

They fucked up.

For a moment you're quiet. Then it hits you. Dread, anger, and hurt all at once.

You groan as you spin around; you can't bear to look at Zayne like this.

"I told him to cancel it. But he didn't listen! No, he wanted to fucking—" You breathe in sharply. "He wanted to be an asshole!"

Your voice rises and falls with every syllable, chest heaving with angry breaths. You're so frantic, you don't even realize Zayne has stepped out of his charging station.

"I'm going to—to—"

Realistically, what would you do? What could you possibly do? It's a ridiculous notion because really, you can't do anything. Your dad is untouchable.

Because of course he is. Stupid, fucking—

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder. It's comforting. Heavy. You slowly turn around, your frustration melting away the minute you look at Zayne again. He looks so calm. So… Zayne.

He slowly drops his hand to his side.

"Zayne?" you murmur softly.

There's a small silence before he speaks.

"You kissed me."

Your eyes go wide, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"I wasn't programmed to respond to affection… But… I.." His eyes drift down to your lips. "I liked it. And I wasn't supposed to."

[https-midoriya]

Bass Player Touya / (t.todoroki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : cock warming, teasing. touya's mean :(

"You're squirming.." Touya's voice was deep and sultry as he dragged his hand up your thigh. "Stop squirming baby. 'M tryna focus here." He whispered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on the soft juncture of your collar.

Touya's cock pulsated in you. The tip pressed snugly inside you. You were the one to approach him, asking a few weeks back if you could cock warm him while he was writing a new song, or messing around with his bass.

Your boyfriend had loved the idea so much he almost grabbed you and fucked you silly then and there.

But he held out.

Until now atleast.

Touya wasn't a cruel boyfriend - most of the time. If you wanted something, chances are you'd end up getting it. Sure he could be mean when it came to your sex lives but it was rare - and only if he was in a bad mood. And even still, he can only really hold out for about twenty minutes of your pouting before he caves.

You must've pissed him off really badly then. Like really badly - to get to this level of punishment.

Forty minutes.

It had been forty minutes since you had slid down his dick.

Forty minutes of your boyfriend mulling over cords and song lyrics.

Forty minutes of feeling the beaded pre-cum slide down his dick and mix with you.

Forty minutes of gripping the table and praying to anyone that your boyfriend would notice the current state you're in and take pity on you.

Forty minutes of trying to ignore the way you felt so fucking full, and how when you would shift slightly, the the tip of his cock would press into your stomach.

Forty fucking minutes of nothing but torture.

"Touya please... It hurts. Please fuck me please- I promise I'll never ask you for anything ever again!" You sobbed out, feeling your boyfriend pause, pencil in hand frozen in place.

Touya sighed, placing the pencil down and shaking his head. "Anything?"

"Anything." You nodded quickly, turning around to meet his piercing stare.

Touya hummed, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, swiping his book off the desk with a clatter you find your back pressed against the cool wood.

Touya's cock dragged out of you - slowly, like he was observing how your body begged to keep him inside.

"You asked for this." He grinned, thrusting in you, filling you up until stars danced behind your eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you so good-" he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "you won't be able to think of anything but my dick. I'm going to make a promise on that."

Touya's eyes were bright. And full of heat.

You whimpered.

It was going to be a long night.

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LEE HEESEUNG forbidden relationship

“y/n?”

a whisper echoed through the silent astronomy tower, the only source of light being the moon glimmering through the small window and the stars glimmering above, clearly visible through the enchanted ceiling; it wasn’t enough for heeseung’s eyes to adjust to the dark.

you tiptoed out from your hiding place, and gave him a silent wave and a smile. his lips instantly tugged up sat the sight of you, and he stepped forward, arms finding their home on the nape of your waist as he looked at you.

the look in his eyes was lovesick; wistful.

he hoped and dreamed so hard of the day when the two of you wouldn’t have to hide your relationship, and when you wouldnt have to meet in secret at night.

because this wasn’t right. slytherins and gryffindors just didn’t belong together.

the way you looked in the moonlight was breathtaking, so much so that he swears you’d put amortentia in his porridge that morning. but no, he knew you didn’t. that’s just how much he was in love with you.

PARK JONGSEONG hot boy x unnoticed

jay was the it guy of your year. girls would probably fall at his feet even if he didn’t ask them to. and for some, totally random, unknown reason, it made you almost jealous.

you could almost feel your gaze hardening whenever you saw him with another girl; a girl thats not you. I mean, it’s not like you like-liked him, right? he’s just hot. that’s all it should be, and that’s all it can.

but is that really true?

with the way he’s been shamelessly staring you down from the other end of mcgonnagal’s classroom, you’re sure he can hear your heart pounding from where he’s sat, arms crossed against his chest and gaze set on you in a way that made your breath hitch.

your gaze locked with his, the confidence in his eyes almost intoxicating.

you sighed in relief as the bell rang, snapping him out of your little staring competition before he shoved his stuff into his bag and got off his chair, almost lazily.

just as you were about to walk out of the classroom, a hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you from moving ahead.

“what class do you have next, pretty?”

needless to say, you could feel the ghosts of his fingers around your wrist the entire week.

SIM JAEYUN cocky rival

“good morning, class. today, we are going to be making the love potion known as ‘amortentia’. anyone who knows what it is?”

snape’s cold voice rang around the room, the sound monotonous. everyone knew — of course they did, they were just too scared to answer. there were only two people who were willing enough to answer his question; you and jake sim.

“ah, l/n, yes. so tell me, what is amortentia?” snape asked, shooting jake a glance from rhe corner of his eyes, as if to get him to shut up; like he wanted to see you fail, like he thought all gryffindors did.

you cleared your throat, making sure your voice was loud and clear, wanting your stone-minded, biased professor to see you shine. “amortentia is the most powerful love potion, that is characterised by its—”

you were cut off by another voice, that came from behind you.

“the scent. it is multifaceted, with the scent varying with different people”

a slight frown found its home on your lips, annoyed that jake just had to cut you off in between. “yes, professor. it’s scent.” you muttered, giving jake a glare.

“alright, since the two of you seem to know a lot about the topic, you two will be partners for the entirety of this class.”

you almost wanted to combust right then and there, from those words. why him? why not karina, or jungwon — your friends. at this point, you’d even go to the length of partnering with pansy parkinson, the slytherin girl who acts like she owns the world.

after a reluctant sigh, you shifted your things so jake could move next to you.

as you began to make the potion together, you found yourself struggling with one thing, just one; measuring the pearl dust.

it was so iridescent and was flying all over your workstation, creating a sheen layer that shone even in the dimly lit dungeon.

“need some help, doll?”

PARK SUNGHOON shy x tease

the smell of books overtook your senses as you stepped into the large library, overflowing with shelves upon shelves.

the library was surprisingly full today, and from what your eyes could catch, there was only one seat left; a seat next to a slytherin.

he was focused on whatever he was reading, and it was honestly kinda cute to you. you caught yourself staring for a moment before you got yourself out of it, reprimanding yourself inwardly for a second, before you gathered the courage to go talk to him.

“hey,” your voice rang through the somewhat silent library, even though it was relatively soft. “can i sit here?”

his eyes shifted from his book to you, before he gave a small nod.

you put your bag at the bottom of the chair, and sat down on the seat, not paying much heed to the discomfort the hard cushion underneath brought.

you pulled out a thick book on transfiguration out, starting to read it. it wasn’t like you really liked the subject like rei did, but you had to; you were very close to failing.

as you were starting to get into the book, you felt a pair of eyes on you. you glanced up, only to see said boy sitting next to you being the one looking.

he quickly looked away, pale skin undeniably flushed, staring at the table as if it was an art piece in a museum.

you smirked inwardly, before looking back at your book. maybe sitting next to a slytherin wasnt so bad after all.

KIM SUNOO sunshine x grumpy

sunoo; he just had a way with his persona. that is, he knew exactly how to trick anyone into doing absolutely anything for him, without them realising what trap they fell into.

as you tried to take a step into flitwick’s charms lesson, another person entering made you stop. you glanced behind your shoulder to see who it was, and it was sunoo — cheery smiles and all.

“go ahead,” you murmured, stepping back to let him go ahead. you were met with a too bright ‘thank you!’ before you stepped in yourself.

your eyes scanned the room, only to find that your usual seat at the back was taken already, and the last seat remaining was the one next to him. bracing yourself for the cheery sunshine-ball that sunoo was, you took a step to the desk, plopping down on the seat with your facical expression screaming uninterested.

the class began, with sunoo happily answering flitwick’s questions and taking his notes; meanwhile, you sat, barely able to keep yourself awake because of the all-nighter-study-session you did the previous night.

he shot you a glance from rhe corner of his eyes, his bangs getting in the way of his view ever so slightly. without thinking, he picked up a scrap piece of parchment, scrawling something on it in his overly near handwriting.

it was only because of the parchment being cautiously slid to you that you didn’t nod off, but the words were a bit blurry due to lack of sleep as you tried to read. yet, the second you read it, your brain immediately snapped to its senses.

“hey, you look tired. have you been sleeping well?”

YANG JUNGWON prefect x troublemaker

“another time?” his groan of frustration echoed off the walls, his fingers running through his hair. how many more pranks could you pull? well, considering your new attack, the number of times you could go again would be innumerable.

there you stood in front of his desk, slightly sheepish, but your signature smirk was still on — the one that irked him oh, so much.

“you see, your little warnings really won’t do much. in any case, they make me want to do it more.” the confidence in your tone got under his skin, causing him to look up at you with a glare, as firm as he could muster.

you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped your lips at his attempt to look intimidating, and for some odd reason, it made your heart stop slightly.

you paused, cockiness wavering for just a few seconds, before it came back stronger. “you do know that look it just making it easier to laugh at you, right?” you teased through a chortle, but the way your eyes softened a minuscule amount didn’t go unnoticed by jungwon.

and for a second, it all stopped.

the room went silent, the spirit of your laughter dying down until all that was left was a tension filled with unspoken emotion.

it only lasted a couple moments, though, before he locked back in and looked at you again, voice firm but with a hint of something else lingering at the back.

“just.. keep yourself out of trouble for a bit, yeah? you don’t wanna get yourself suspended before the school year ends.”

NISHIMURA RIKI quidditch rivals

the stakes were high, as the first slytherin vs. gryffindor quidditch match was about to begin.

niki — being the slytherin captain, and you, the gryffindor captain — had always had some sort of issue with you simply existing.

he always found ways to talk to you, always teasing and making fun of you until you’d snap and do something about it.

it just annoyed you so much; the ever-cocky smirk, the smugness layering onto his words, and the way his confident aura that made your heart stutter slightly in your chest each time you spared him a glance.

you couldn’t like him: it’s not right. you’re quidditch rivals from two different houses, and that’s all it would ever be.

but the way his gaze would trail towards you during matches, in the great hall, in the middle of classes, it all made you second guess everything you knew about him and how you felt.

the air was filled with a static kind of energy as the two teams hopped onto their broomsticks, shooting upwards into the sky as madam hooch blew her whistle.

the snitch was set free, and both your and niki’s eyes immediately locked for a moment, a hint of challenge and something else lurking beneath.

as the game went on, slytherin was winning by 130 points, and it felt like continuing to play was a lost cause. the only way you could win was if you were able to spot the sneaky little snitch.

it was all so sudden; you saw the snitch and so did he, and both of you dive bombed towards it. the next thing you knew, you were in the hospital wing with a broken arm and a pounding headache.

apparently, you and niki had hit each other in your speed, and you fell off your broom while he caught onto his somehow.

the second your eyes opened, you were met with the sight of two things; an overly bright light above your head and an apologetic niki sitting on the visitors chair next to your bed.

“hey, you feeling okay? i am so sorry about what happened.” the second he noticed you look up, trying to sit up with a disoriented and confused expression, the guilt crept back in even stronger, and he just word-vomited whatever came to mind: to hell with the so called ‘I hate you’ tag.

“o-oh, it’s fine. ill be alright.” you said, trying to ignore the fact that it felt like someone drove a drill through your skull.

yet, the guilt didn’t leave him at all.

in fact, it came back stronger, along with a weird thump in his heart.

it was probably today’s breakfast, right?

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DARK / TOXIC SQUID GAME REACTIONS TO YOU TRYING TO LEAVE THEM

CONTAINS — namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, myungi x reader, inho x reader, sangwoo x reader, saebyeok x reader

WARNINGS — toxic relationship, domestic violence, baby trapping, manipulation, guilt trip, prepare yourself for namgyus that’s the worst probably, mentions of suicide (thanos)

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THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI-SUBONG — manipulates you / would let you leave and crawl back to him

doesn’t take it well at all. he’s going to laugh and think you’re joking, but after realizing that you’re not, he’s quickly going to scream at you. telling you that you’ll never find anybody better than him.

“do you really think anybody else will want you? if you leave me you’ll never find anyone else. you’ll never find anybody better!”

he’ll start breaking shit. punching walls, shit, he’ll even break your own phone if it’s in arms reach. if you still insist on leaving he’ll say he’s gonna overdose. he tells you that he’ll kill himself if you step out that door while pressing a blade up to his arm. if all else fails, he’ll totally act like he didn’t just beg you to stay and scream at you to go then and not to come running back.

“fine bitch, go ahead and leave! but don’t come running back to me for nothin’.”

in reality, he’s definitely stalking your socials, making fake accounts you haven’t blocked him on, stalking your friends accounts to see other photos of you, visiting the club every night (not that he didn’t already do that) to try to see if you’d show up. after about a month or so of doing this and going out and fucking other girls to get over you, he can’t do it anymore. he’ll send you some fake heartfelt text that he probably used ai to make and call you while making himself sound like he was crying, trying to make you feel bad and convince you that he’s changed and that he can be a better boyfriend. if you fall for it, you’re doomed. the relationships only going to be a million times worse than before. instead of knocking glass over and breaking shit, he might slap you. in public, he might grip your wrist ten times tighter, scared you’ll run away. when he finally lets go, his fingers will be embedded in your skin. he might even guilt trip you into getting a matching tattoo with him. “if you really loved me and forgave me then you would.”

if you really don’t go back to him though, no matter how many times you block him, you’ll get a new video sent to your phone from some unknown number of him fucking a new girl. he sent you the videos in hopes of making you jealous or something. he’s not going to stop for a long time. if you don’t go back to him, he’s going to harass you for the rest of your life. and if you do go back? you’re in for a world of hell.

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124 — would threaten you, would actually harm you

“you’re one funny bitch. you know how much shit i got on you?”

he finds it admirable, honestly. but still, fucking hilarious, that you, you, think you can leave him. what? when did you grow some balls? yeah, no. you just hurt his ego and that’s about the stupidest thing you could ever do to him. he’s not very empty with his threats. if he says he’s leaving? he’ll leave. (for like a week…) if he says he’s gonna hit you? you’re gonna be bruised for a while. if he says he’s gonna kill you? well, you haven’t gotten to that point yet. but keep this up and you sure will.

he keeps every nude and threatens to release it. sure you’re his and all, but that doesn’t stop him. so what if some other guy sees your body? he could care less. now if another guy touches you? let’s not think about what would happen. threatens to send the pictures to your family and threatens to send every sex tape of you two that he filmed behind your back.

“what the fuck is wrong with you namgyu? when the fuck did you film that?”

don’t raise your voice at him. once he hits you and you fall to the ground, he’ll keep kicking at you with his foot over and over until he thinks you’ve had enough. don’t speak up to him, don’t speak against him, and don’t piss him off. just sit there and be pretty, okay? he’s going to be bolder now. next time you two have sex he’s just going to shove the camera in your face. he’s going to manipulate and force you to take nudes for him since you don’t want to anymore after he threatened to send them out. sometimes he’ll force you to strip and then he’ll just take the pictures himself. all in all, sometimes he might just say no and leave it at that. but if you keep pushing, he’s going to threaten you. and if you still keep pushing, he’s going to go through with those threats. you really are just some whore to him, don’t think he’s above killing you.

MYUNGI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★— would let you leave and crawl back to him (except he’s the one who crawls back), babytrapping

“really? fine, if that’s what you want then leave.”

he acts like he doesn’t care because he thinks his annoyance will make you turn right back around to him. he acts like he doesn’t care because he’s trying to not get so bent out of shape about it and move on quickly. but when he hears your footsteps disappear and the door shut, he immediately balls up his fists. you seriously left? he didn’t expect that, but whatever. he doesn’t need you.

he tries to move on but after barely even a week, he can’t do it. he contacts you, but when you block him, he makes more and more numbers. he thought you’d be running back to him, not the opposite. he sends you pictures of you two together in hopes you’d change your mind, but when you just keep blocking him, he’s knocking on your door demanding you open it up. he tries being nice but when you don’t open it, he starts banging on the door. really? you’d been together for months and you’d already gotten over him? no. no no no. you don’t get to just move on! what the hells wrong with you? when you still don’t open the door, he leaves and goes back to his place and sits on his bed while he ponders his next move. he decides for now just to stalk your page and harass you from more and more numbers. he’s not going to stop until you at least respond. oh, you’re gonna get a restraining order? you’re funny. you think that’ll stop him? don’t go back to him. if for some reason you give in, the next time that you two have sex, he’s going to make sure that you can’t leave. he’s sure that you’ll look so pretty with your stomach swelled up.

INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001 — straight up says no / baby traps / makes you feel like you’re going crazy

straight up, no. you want to leave? no. he doesn’t even care for an explanation on why, you’re not leaving. completely ignores your words and changes the whole topic. everytime you try to say you’re leaving he just completely overrides you with something different.

“inho, i’m serious. i’m leaving you! i’m packing my shit right now and i’m not coming back, i swear to you.”

“what did you want for dinner again? i have to go back out to get some groceries so there’s not too much…”

maybe it’s on purpose, maybe it’s not. but it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. then he will deliberately go out of his way to make it seem like you’re crazy.

“i’m leaving because of what you’ve been doing behind my back, inho. it’s fucked up and you’re insane.”

“baby, you could follow me around tomorrow. i’ve got no idea what you mean.”

and he says it all with that stupid small polite smile that he gives everyone. you just want to strangle him. if somehow he can get you in bed with him after you just got so pissed, he’ll be more passionate than ever. he’ll treat you nice, focus on your pleasure before his and then quickly when you’re blissed out, he’ll pull out of you, slip the condom off and slide right back in. you don’t notice at all, but he makes sure to tell you like the cocky fuck he is. but he does it while he’s thrusting and when you can tell he’s about to cum. poor you, it’s too late to stop him :(.

“i’m about to fuck a baby in you — agh, i — i took the condom off. gonna have a beautiful—fuck—fucking baby with you.”

how could you leave now? do you have enough money to take care of a child without him? and would you really deprive your child of their father? you’ll get an abortion? he’ll find a way to keep you locked up in your house. you’re still going to leave? he’s going to guilt trip you to the max. and if that still fails? once again, he’s just going to find a way to keep you locked up in your house. he’ll figure it out as you go on, but for now, have your happy little family with him.

KANG SAE-BYEOK — straight up says no

she’s not going to entertain you at all. she might not even say no, opting to just stay silent instead. if you get in her face about it because she’s ignoring you, she’s just going to push you away. if you keep nagging her about it, she’s going to slap you. if you decide not to drop it, she’ll drag you by your hair and lock you in a room. are you stupid? don’t start this shit first thing in the morning.

“saebyeok, this isn’t working. we should go our separate ways.”

“no. did you hit your head or something?”

you should just drop it and move on with your day. nothing you say is going to convince her and if you piss her off too much, like said before, she’s just going to lock you away until you stop sounding ‘crazy’. she’s very cold, but she’s generally pretty nice to you still though. she’s a good girlfriend to you, just a little possessive, but it’s never gotten out of control. you just didn’t think the relationship was working and that it just wasn’t the right time. all in all, if you don’t push to much, you won’t see the shitty side of her that she never shows you. however, if you keep pushing the idea, she’s going to give you a real reason to break up with her.

SANGWOO — would let you leave and crawl back to him

“you want to break up? fine.”

it leaves you shocked at the sound of him not caring. it was as simple as that. you want to break up? bye then bitch! it hurt. it almost made you want to change your mind and say never mind and just stay with him, and that’s exactly what he wanted. that’s exactly why he said it like that. but that didn’t work and you just walked out the door. that’s fine though, you’d come back to him, he knows it.

he makes sure to post old photos of you two on his Instagram. not ones with your face in it, duh, but he posts the photos that you took of him where you’re behind the camera or ones where your arm or your hand is slightly showing. he knows you still stalk his socials. he’s posting these knowing that it’s going to hurt your little heart and make you crawl right back. he leaves every photo of you two up on every platform, not deleting a single thing. for a little while, he even keeps his pfp the same. you two holding hands. whenever he posts something, he always makes sure to put something in the caption that he knows you love. you liked tulips? he’ll put a tulip emoji in the caption. you loved cats? he’ll put a cat emoji in his bio. all these subtle things where you won’t know he’s doing it on purpose, but it’ll be so much of a coincidence that you’ll think this is a sign to run back to him.

he’ll tell his friends to ask about him to you whenever they talk with you.

“how are you and sangwoo doing?”

“oh he talks about you all the time.”

he tells them to act like they don’t know that the two of you have broken up. he makes sure to get in your head and eventually? you’ll come running back. if for some reason you don’t, he might have to pull some strings. spread some rumors about you so that your friends want nothing to do with you and so all that you have to run to for comfort is him.

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“Again and Again” by @lovelyhan

Fem!reader || Idol au, exes, fake dating, angst, fluff, smut || W.C: 15.7k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.

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“The Way of the House Husband” by @wonustars

Fem!reader || Fake marriage, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 19k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you and mingyu (a former mafia member and also your ex-fiancè's former best friend) are forced into witness protection. All you’ve been told is that you’re meant to act like a happily married couple. Pushed into a cookie cutter house, and a suburban neighbourhood far from the city, where people bring you baked goods on your first day and partake in small talk, it’s all foreign and new. There’s so many things you don’t know about him, but for a man who’s only known violence and all things illegal, he’s somehow the perfect house husband.

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“Fools in Love” by @bluehoodiewoozi

Fem!reader || Uni au, strangers to lovers, fluff || W.C: 10.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･When Jeonghan made you declare a stranger in the library your new boyfriend, you had a very different outcome in your mind.

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“This is How We Fall” by @bitterie-sweetie

Strangers to lovers, fake dating, fluff, light angst || W.C: 18.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You should know better than to make a deal with a stranger, but the need for a date to Minghao’s party has you desperate. It can’t be too bad though; all you have to do is show Mingyu what you saw in your reading, and he would be your date for one night. Simple enough, right?

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“The Very First Night” by @fxstpace

Fem!reader || Roommates au, exes to lovers, romance, angst, smut || W.C: 19.7k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend.

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“Falling Flower” by @thedensworld

Fem!reader || CEO x Secretary, suggestive, fluff, humour, angst, heavy plot || W.C: 10k+ (not specified)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Mingyu never thought that he would find Y/n, his friend's secretary, attractive. What's started from eyes, physical, has fallen to his heart. As he tries to get to know you, he realizes he knew nothing about you.

⤷“Flower Bloomed” (Part 2 of Falling Flowers series)

Fem!reader || Marriage au, angst, romance, heavy plot || W.C: 10k+ (not specified)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･it's been a year since Mingyu and you were married. Once united by a good feeling, has started to scatter, both you and Mingyu couldn't find reason to stay together.

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“New Rules” by @leejihoonownsmyheart

Gn!reader || College au, fake dating, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 26k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Kim Mingyu is the star basketball player of your schools' team, and one of the most popular boys in your entire University. You’re just a college student with the best boyfriend in the world.

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“Covert Desires” by @etherealyoungk

Fem!reader || Spy au, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, angst, fluff, suggestive || W.C: 19.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ the mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the target’s collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.

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“Fix You” by @smileysuh

Afab!reader || Sci-fi au, AI!mingyu, smut || W.C: 15.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

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“Creep” by @smileysuh

Afab!reader || Halloween au, ghost!mingyu, smut || W.C: 9.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･“If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the onlyshocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now. 

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“Love Me Out Loud” by @twogyuu

Fem!reader || Established relationship, fluff, angst, crack || W.C: 14.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Kim Mingyu was your first, but to him, he was for sure you were his endgame. One year out from university, no one expected you to be dating the former campus heartthrob. It's why you had to hide it from everyone – Mingyu's 14.5K Instagram followers, at least. However, the return of your childhood best friend Kim Taehyung to Seoul for a wedding, forces Mingyu to rethink the secrecy of your whole relationship. 

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“Hydrangeas” by @kwallanghae

Gn!reader || Uni au, Hanahaki au, heavy angst, fluff, childhood friends || W.C: 9.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･hydrangeas were your favourite flower, until you started choking on them. but they reminded you of him, and he was enough to bear it.

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“Reckless Driver” by @hengqarae

Afab!reader || Street racer au, smut, romance, angst || W.C: 10k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you hate racing and you don't date racers. kim mingyu loves racing, and he finds out that he loves you, too, from the moment that he first lays eyes on you.

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“So High School” by @cherriegyuu

[Series] || Fem!reader || College au, smut, fluff, angst, comedy || Parts: 2(as of now) || Current W.C: 16.6k || Status: Ongoing

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when you’re suddenly thrown in Mingyu’s direction, you have no choice but to stay by his side, and maybe it’s not as bad as you think

Please let me know if the links have any problems~

[dreamertf]

Follow the Instructions

/hello! Hope you enjoy this one, im gonna start tagging ai as #ai tf so if you dont want to see any ai images in your tfs you can block that tag. Ill also be putting a disclaimer at the top of each post that has ai.

/contains ai images & video

/includes; muscle growth, suggestion tf, straight to gay tf

"Yeah, Im feeling fine!"

Jason was tired of how weak and scrawny his best friend Max stayed throughout their time in high school and now, college. So he had given Max a new black market roid that promised to "make him a bro." He crushed up a few of the pills without looking at the instructions and baked it into a cookie he gave Max.

Jason wasn't so bad himself, 6'4" and muscular, with a charming face. Little did he know that his height that he had since he was a sophmore in highschool would be changing.

Jason stared at Max as his skin started to ripple and shift.

"Are you sure?"

"Never better, bro."

Max ripped his shirt off as his muscles swelled. A deep canyon of rippling abs leading up to two giant slabs of muscle. He flexed and stretched as his biceps filled out.

"Sorry, im feeling a little hot." Max said non chalantly. His muscles continued to grow as he flexed them.

"Oh my god it worked"

"What worked?"

"Oh nothing, dont worry about it."

"Ok brah"

Their surrounds changed from school as it turned into a living room, a living room Jason had been in so many times before, Max's living room. All of a sudden, Jason felt a pull towards Max. He couldn't stop looking at him, like literally. He traced Max's outline as each muscle became more prominent. He stared at the giant as he grew taller and taller, but something wasn't right. It was like everything around Jason was getting taller too.

Unfortunately, Jason hadn't looked into how the roid actually worked. On the back of the small blue box, it read ;

Are you tired of being weak and nerdy? We got you covered. We believe the human mind is a powerful tool, and our Bro Pill helps you to use it to your full potential! Not only does it shift your mindset to be more focused on sports and the bros, but it also changes various other aspects of your life in order to fit your new you! We recommend taking one pill weekly until desired affects.

WARNING: taking more than one pill a week may intensify the effect you have on other people

Jason panicked as he felt himself losing muscle and height. His features softened as he turned from a rugged man into a young 20 something twink. It looks like the god of Jason's creation has type cast him as his twinky boyfriend. Making Max a jock apparently didn't override his sexuality.

"What are you doing to me?"

His voice was still deep, too deep for someone like him.

"Make that voice a little higher, and can you please quit being so worried brah? Be like me, stop thinkin as much little guy huhuhu."

A wave of relief came over Jason as he collapsed onto the couch. His body continued to shrink as he lost his height, becoming about 5'6" compared to Max's new 6'8". His musculature toned down more, not as defined anymore.

"Whatever you say babe" Jason giggled, his voice much higher and more flamboyant.

"Thats my pretty boy." Conversely, Max's voice became much deeper and demanding. Jason felt himself starting to get hornier.

"I'm so happy i couldfind you. Your ass was like made for my dick huhuhu" Max said as he spread his legs wide as his pouch grew bigger. He had one more explosive growth as his shoulder broadened and his pecs filled out more. Jason shifted in his seat as his ass grew more plump and muscular.

"What do you mean?" Jason feigned innocence, turning the ditziness all the way up.

"Come here and I'll show you, slut."

[demodraws0606]

Jax's fear of being trapped and what that might imply about his past/future

Hello 2 days ago i've developped a chronic case of Brainrotting about Jax, tragic I know.

I'm kinda basing this slightly of what Gooseworx have said in QnAs though I will not rely on it because I think purely relying on a creator's words and not the media isn't really satisfying.

The main thing that stood out to me in this episode with Jax was that he seems to fear punishement.

He seems really freaked out when Gangle proposed the idea of Cain punishing him...

And then he immediatly goes to Zooble to be like "lol you don't believe Cain actually could punish us right ?" and while he's proven right at the end of the episode, the fact that he immediatly tries to seek reassurance that he wouldn't get punished says a lot. In fact in his expressions he looks both sides while saying it almost like he seems...unsure/anxious (idk the right word).

Also when he's brought into the employee training scene. He's weirdly...afraid and shaken by it ?? (not showing the screenshot cos everyone remembers that scene).

Which like, I understand that was terrifying but it was a strangely strong reaction to something that...light ? I mean he wasn't brainwashed or anything. I might be stretching it but all of it, including the scene's purpose makes me wonder if it brought Jax bad memories of...something.

After that scene happens, he completely acts normal and stops trying to be a dick completely.

Now this isn't a convo about weither that's Jax's true self and his jerk self is a persona. People are trying way too hard to either try to make him a one dimensional asshole or secretly a good guy which like he's neither he's a bastard with layers. But that's not what this is about so ANYWAYS.

All of this made me wonder what was Jax's main Thing, more so his theme or the thing that makes him tick.

We know with Gangle it's her issue with masking (her dreams, how she feels, etc...), Ragatha being a people pleaser, Zooble's body dysmorphia, King's memories and how they link with the loss of his wife and Pomni's desire for companionship.

For Jax we actually don't really know other than...he's a dick and he's using it to cope which like....duh ?

But with this episode and also a little thing that I got from researching QnAs (because i'm normal and chill like that) made me realise what could Jax's Thing.

A Fear of Consequences and being Trapped

Now the main thing that drove this thought was me finding out Gooseworx assigning a song to Jax which is this one.

Don't fence me in, huh....

That line meaning a desire to not be restricted and not losing their freedom.

This makes me think this is probably what Jax's character is at least partially about, or more so...his biggest fear. Being restricted, reprimended or trapped.

I think in part that fear could be related to his past, which I'm gonna throw my cards here, my own personal theory is that he was stuck in juvenile detention for misbehaving as a kid. That experience traumatising him enough that he was probably similar to the Jax we've seen at the end of episode 4, just Tired.

Now does it Necessarely have to be a juvenile detention center, honestly no ? But it's the thing that makes the most sense in my head.

Either way this also explains a lot of things about his behavior in the circus.

He's now secluded in a space with absolutely 0 Consequences, the one person who can dish it out is an AI who is probably programmed to never harm humans (directly at least). He's even proven right at the end of episode 4.

I think what led to Jax's shit behavior was this realisation that this is pretty much now his Safe Heaven. In real life he can't just be who he wants to be, there's potential consequences that he's afraid of.

Now I know I'm gonna hear like "oh so you just think Jax is an asshole by nature", I don't think he is (i don't think he's ever been a nice person his life but like there's a difference here), I genuinely think he's not more so being himself rather that it's just that he's overcompensating for the lack of freedom that he's felt his entire life.

In a way it's similar to how people act on the internet.

Imagine that you were a misbehaving kid and you were reprimended HARSHLY for it, to the point where you're not really fixed per say but you're stuck being terrified of even being slightly flawed.

But now here he is, in a place where death doesn't matter, the harm he does doesn't matter and the one person who can actually hurt him just gives him weird shenanigans that give him opportunities to lash out.

However, there's a tiny little problem...

This fantasy cannot last forever forever and I'm not talking about them getting out because as far as they know it's out of the cards for them.

It's very much clear that the circus with the arrival of Pomni is becoming more tight knit and less divided, creating a more solid friendship group with the help of Pomni being an actual normal nice human person (Zooble is nice too but they're more jaded and too depressed to deal with most of everything, and Ragatha is a whole baggage).

It's becoming increasingly clear in the episodes themselves as well that, Jax can't just be an asshole anymore. Every episode since episode 1 has led to him being reprimended or him not being given what he wants. The group is becoming closer and they're sick of his bullshit.

He also probably doesn't like being alone and hated. We see him seeming sad at the talk of Kofmo's funeral before having to go back to being angry and dismissive in his facial expression.

Maybe he really did want to go to Kofmo's funeral but like would anyone actually believe he would be genuine, after being an asshole for so long would it really be worth for Jax to just break it all right there.

But it's clear he's also not really enjoying being alone.

Jax in a way is basically burrying a hole for himself. Being an asshole was his perfect dream after probably living a life of boredom and repression but now that this consequenceless existence has finally revealed itself to just be a mirage, he's now unable to access the things he really needs.

Actual friendship.

It's clear that the Digital Circus has a point of companionship being extremely important, in fact when we get mentions of Kofmo's abstracting we get also mentions about how no one really founds his jokes funny. Kinger mentioning how making someone feel alone and unwanted is the worst thing you could do to someone. Gangle is saved by Pomni and Zooble's presence.

However there's no one at fault for Jax's isolation, he only has himself to blame.

Ive got more but i'm tired so hope you guys enjoyed it.

[aurorawritestoescape]

FOREVER

Frankie Morales x f!reader || 2,5 k

Summary: Frankie takes you out to a fancy restaurant and you think he’s going to propose.

Tw: none, fluff, 1 (one) butt squeeze, kissing, insecure reader, sweet Frankie, love, reader wears makeup and heels, has hair.

A/n: this was written for @jolapeno’s April Showers Challenge (I’m super late). Unfortunately, Jo’s not on tumblr anymore and moved exclusively to AO3 (@jolapeno). I’d like to thank Jo for trying to make this fandom a warm and fun place❤��� It’s extremely sad that tumblr is losing wonderful people left and right these days. All the reasons for leaving are valid— hobbies change, blorbos change, etc, etc, but this place hasn’t been the same recently, it hasn’t felt the same. Please, let’s stop focusing on hate. Life is hard as is, don’t make it harder for others, don’t turn tumblr into another internet cesspool. Stop looking at writers and artists as content machines. Stop using AI to write fics or to finish a fic you love. It’s disrespectful and vile. Anyway, writing this fic gave me comfort. Hope it can bring you some warmth, too💞

Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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You are scrutinizing yourself in the mirror, nervously chewing on your lower lip. A strong mixture of excitement and anxiety churns your stomach and you take a deep breath, fighting nausea. You’re going out to dinner soon but how can you eat right now?

Frankie booked a table at a high-end restaurant for the two of you. You love going out with him but it’s mostly to bars or cute little cafes. Nothing fancy. Never fancy.

‘He’s going to do it,’ you think. ‘He’s going to propose. Why else would he choose such a place?’

In the mirror you see your mouth curve into a smile, still nervous but also happy. You’ve been together for some time now and the timing feels right. He feels right. Perfect, actually.

You’ve never been obsessed with the idea of a marriage, never nagged Frankie about putting a ring on your finger, but when he surprised you with that date idea a couple of days ago and you realized that he might propose, a new feeling bloomed in your heart— a strong desire to be Frankie’s wife, to become Mrs Morales. To be officially his.

You’ve been through a lot together and always had each other’s backs. ’For better, for worse, in sickness and in health,’ you’ve been through it all. Feeling mutual support, love and affection, in every glance, every hug, every kiss and every word.

With a strong feeling expanding your heart, you press your palms to your chest and fight away the tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. You want everything to be perfect tonight. For your Frankie.

It’s gloomy outside, silver clouds hanging low over the city. You wish for the rain to start on your way to the restaurant — the sound of water drops drumming against Frankie’s truck always calms you down.

Right now your clothes feel too tight and you’re having a bad hair day though you spent the last hour fixing it. It’s too late to change or to redo your hair anyway so you sigh and drop your hands at the sides in surrender.

”Damn!” you hear Frankie exclaim behind you and turn around.

”Damn indeed,” you echo him when your eyes land on your boyfriend in a suit. A SUIT! You saw him in formal clothing only once, at your friend’s wedding, and even then he only wore a dress shirt and pants, refusing to sweat in ‘a suffocating jacket’ (his words).

Now he’s fully suited up, his favorite cap’s gone, and his hair is gelled, one naughty curl bouncing on his forehead and making you melt.

“You look..,” you both start saying and burst into laughter.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” Frankie beats you to the compliment and walks up to you. He takes your hand and asks you to twirl for him. You sway on your heels and fall into his arms with a giggle but he catches you just in time and holds you close.

“You look very handsome yourself, sir,” you purr clinging to him, revelling in the sensation of his strong body pressed to yours.

“Thanks, but not as delicious as you, my love”

His voice is low and husky at your ear, his chest vibrating with a seductive rumble under your palms. Frankie slides his hands down your back and gives your butt a squeeze while sneaking a kiss to your neck.

“Hands off, Morales. We’ll be late,” you scold him, furrowing your brows, though a soft curve of your lips reveals how much you enjoy his attention.

“Was ’a sir‘ just a minute ago,” he grumbles, following you to the door. “S’gonna rain,” he mumbles, grabbing an umbrella on his way out, and locks the door.

The sky darkens as you’re driving in Frankie’s truck to the restaurant. You roll the window down and take a deep breath of fresh air. As if reading your emotions, Frankie places your hand on his thigh and covers it with his warm palm.

“Are you ok?” His concerned puppy eyes make your heart swell and you nod, comforted by his care. You’re going to say ‘yes’ to the best man in the whole world.

When you arrive and step into the restaurant, the nerves overtake you again with a new force. The interior is beautiful but the atmosphere is intimidating, and you immediately feel out of place among the wealthy-looking guests. The hostess, a beautiful woman that could easily be a model, leads you to your table by the window, and while you’re waiting for the menus, you stare at the little drops of rain appearing on the glass outside. Frankie sees the anxiety in your expression and takes your hand to give it a squeeze.

You lock eyes with him and whisper,

“Let’s just go to a bar, Frankie. I feel like I don’t belong here.”

“Yes, you do. You’re a princess, my love. Please, let me treat you.”

He plants a soft kiss on your hand and his warm honey eyes soothe your nerves and you smile back genuinely.

The waiter comes up to your table, exuding an air of boredom and disgust — another sign that the place is super fancy. You order something you can barely pronounce and try to suppress your giggles, watching Frankie grill the waiter about the dishes and their ingredients with a look of a real foodie.

When he finally makes a choice, the waiter brings something on a plate to your table, and thinking that it’s some kind of an appetizer, you inspect it with a fork. Frankie and you both burst into laughter when it turns out to be a wet towel. A few guests glare at you but as always when you’re with Frankie everyone around blurs into the background and you see only him - your man, your love, the person who can make you laugh even on the hardest days and in the most serious situations.

Before you start eating your criminally overpriced food, Frankie raises his glass of beer that costs like a whole keg, and makes a toast,

“To you, my love.” Your breath hitches. Is he going to do it now?

But Frankie just kisses your hand and takes a sip.

It finally starts raining and you smile, remembering your and Frankie’s first kiss— both hiding from the rain under an umbrella, your bodies close, your eyes locked. “Can I kiss you?” he asked with a shaky voice. He was so shy back then, scared to make the wrong move. You didn’t answer. Instead you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

The dinner is going great, the food is delicious, the conversation is flowing smoothly, but at the back of your mind you keep thinking about the proposal.

When’s he going to pop the question?

Your heart skips a beat when Frankie suggests getting a dessert. An image from every rom com appears in your mind - a girl finds an engagement ring in a piece of cake, a surprise on her face is soon replaced by tears of happiness when her partner says these four words - ’Will you marry me?’

You choose a cheesecake, not wanting the ring to be all smudged in chocolate or caramel, and squirm in your seat, waiting for the big moment in anticipation. You can’t hold back a happy grin that blooms on your face and Frankie’s wide smile reflects yours when he asks,

“Are you enjoying the evening, my love?”

You hold his hand and lean closer to him, whispering,

“I enjoy every evening with you, Frankie. You shouldn’t have spent so much. The food is amazing, of course, but...”

“No ‘buts’. Wish I could treat you like this every day.. wanna give you everything…want you to be happy.”

Frankie’s voice quivers as he looks down at your intertwined hands, and his sincerity makes your heart flutter.

“I am happy, honey,” you press his hand to your chest and hold it there, “You make me happy.”

Frankie’s eyes are glossy as he looks up at you and you know yours are welling up with tears, too, turning his handsome face into a blurry shape that leans closer and kisses you.

Your cheesecake arrives and Frankie seems excited. With a shaky hand you pick up a dessert spoon and dig in. You carefully put a piece in your mouth and let it melt on your tongue. Swallowing a ring and going to the ER would definitely ruin Frankie’s surprise.

“So? How is it?”

Your face falls when you feel nothing else in your mouth except the soft texture of the dessert.

Frankie’s eyes mimic your disappointment and you hurry to reassure him.

“No, no, it’s great. Just… tastes weird.”

“Oh,” Frankie furrows his brows. “Can I try?”

He opens his mouth like a baby bird and slightly leans forward, waiting for you to feed him a spoon.

”You want some? Really?” you ask, not hiding the confusion in your voice.

“Why not? Is it so good that you don’t wanna share?“ he chuckles but your expression remains confused.

“I do, but…”

Isn’t he afraid to find the ring himself?

You’re blinking at him for a few seconds but when he opens his mouth again and raises his eyebrows with an expectation, you shrug and bring a spoonful of cake to his lips.

He eats the piece and hums approvingly at the taste.

“‘s good,” he mumbles, still chewing, “tastes normal to me. But if you don’t like it, we can switch.” He nods at his chocolate cake in front of him.

“No, it’s ok.”

You eat some more— nothing, you stab your spoon into the piece again and again, here and there, half listening to Frankie, but don’t find anything hard inside the dessert.

“You ok, baby?” Frankie asks, when you miss his joke, and you fake a smile, saying a quiet ’yeah’.

When your plates and glasses are empty, your ring finger is naked, you’re feeling blue.

While Frankie’s paying for the dinner, you’re starting out of the window. It’s dark outside but the raindrops falling from the sky look like little white flies in the golden light of the street lamps. The rain, so comforting and heartwarming before, now brings you no joy. It feels like the weather is mocking you — Why aren’t you crying? The man you love doesn’t want you as his wife. He’s perfect and you are… you. Why have you even expected it?

You hate these thoughts that are ripping at your ego, but it’s so hard to push them away when all you feel is disappointment. You don’t have a right to be upset, Frankie never promised you anything. Your made up fantasy of a beautiful proposal was just that. A fantasy.

You leave the restaurant and take a deep breath of wet air, telling yourself to let the tears spill only in the comfort of your home, hopefully away from Frankie. He doesn’t need to see them.

He's right behind you, fumbling with the umbrella.

“Wait, baby..”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll walk. The car isn’t far,” you reassure him with a wave of your hand and step into the rain. The cold drops on your exposed skin slowly ease your restless mind, shifting your attention from the ruined fantasy to the reality. After walking a few feet, you stop and look up at the dark sky.

‘So what if Frankie hasn’t proposed?’ you tell yourself. ’He didn’t break up with you. You’ve had a wonderful time and now you’re going home, a place you share with the person you love the most, the person who loves you, you know it.’

A soft smile appears on your lips and you’re about to turn to Frankie but he beats you to it. His chest presses to your back, his strong arm wraps around your waist.

“I love you,” he whispers and plants a kiss on your neck. You hold his arm closer and rest your head on his broad shoulder, your gaze still set on the sky above.

Suddenly, the darkness over you disappears and an umbrella replaces it.

What…?

You gasp seeing pink leaves rain on your face and your body, falling from the umbrella. You catch one in your hand and realize it’s a rose petal. You look around and see dozens of them, covering the asphalt at your feet, a few on your head and your shoulders.

You turn to Frankie with widened eyes, your mouth agape. He’s still holding the magic umbrella over your head, a warm smile on his face, a few petals resting on his suit jacket.

“What’s all this, Frankie? It’s beautiful!l” You exclaim and look down at the rose carpet at your feet.

“I love you, baby,” he repeats, “so much.. Hold it for me, please.” He passes you the umbrella and kneels down on the wet pavement in front of you.

Your jaw drops and you grip the handle with shaky hands as he pulls a red velvet box out of his pocket and opens it.

A diamond ring sits pretty on a little cushion but you only glance at it. Your eyes are focused on Frankie, his trembling lower lip, his glossy eyes looking up at you, his expression full of affection and hope.

“Will you marry me, my love?”

A little sob falls from your lips, immediately followed by a high-pitched ‘yes’, as you’re eagerly nodding.

Frankie’s happy smile can light up the whole world as he takes your free hand and puts the ring on your finger. When he gets up, his pant leg is wet, a few rose petals are sticking to it, but none of you cares. He takes the umbrella from you and you throw your hands around his neck, crying.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry… or I’ll start, too.”

You part from his now wet collar and see tears in his beautiful honey eyes. Overwhelmed with joy and love you place your hands on his scruffy cheeks and say,

“I love you, too, and I promise to always be there for you, to love you forever.“

You seal your vows with a passionate kiss, rain drumming against the umbrella, and when you part to take a breath, Frankie hugs you tightly.

“I wanted to propose at the restaurant but when we got there …it didn’t feel like us.”

“So…The magic umbrella was plan B?”

“Yeah,” Frankie chuckles and you beam at him.

“It’s the best proposal, Frankie!”

“I hoped you’d like it. Do you remember our first kiss? Under the rain, sharing an umbrella...”

You nod and tears flow heavier down your cheeks when you hear his words. “Of course, I remember.”

Your lips meet again and you hold each other close, forever united by your love, the rain as your witness.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!

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Tagging some people who were interested in the WIP post (no pressure to read bbs) @sawymredfox @wethairjoel @604to647

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Tap Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: After saying some mean things about Steve he takes his aggression out during sex. Will he make you tap out?

Warnings: Fingering, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Brat Reader

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares “That’s a good girl” + fingering + doggy style. Card (KB010)

A/N 2: thanks to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @late-to-the-party-81 Also thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

Please Read, Reblog, & Comment. It lets me know you like my work. 😊💜

I do NOT consent to translating or reposting my work on any social media platform, app, or third-party site or run through AI. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen.

Steve’s sitting sternly on the bed next to you, fingering your wet pussy. Every time he curls them you sing for him. He’s keeping you just on the edge of an orgasm and your naked body is sweating, begging to cum, but he won’t allow it.

“That’s a good girl. I can feel you want to cum but you know what you have to do first. Say it and I’ll put you out of your misery.”

Your mind is swirling with emotions. What you want to say was ‘fuck off’ but you know he’ll just keep you on edge all night with no chance of release. You moan when he lightly flicks your clit with the fingers of his other hand.

He slows down and then stops all together when you don’t respond. “Don’t make me be the bad guy here. You know I can do this all day.” He says in a serious tone.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you Captain Small Dick in front of the group. I was just mad that you left me alone in bed without you eating my pussy or even a morning kiss. It put me in a bad mood.”

“And…” He thrusts his fingers hard into you then pulls them out, licking his fingers clean. His eyes flutter at the taste of your arousal.

“And… I’m sorry I said you have a limp cock for a man of your age.”

“I’ll show you who has a small, limp cock, brat I’m going to split you open and fuck you senseless. You won’t be walking straight tomorrow.”

He flips you over onto your stomach and pulls you up onto your hands and knees. With a snap of hips, his cock is sheathed inside you, stretching your pussy so good that you cum all over his cock. However, Steve doesn’t stop there; he continues to fuck you hard and rough. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, joining with your moans. “That’s right, doll. Scream my name. Let them know who’s fucking you this good.”

Your arms finally give out, your face and shoulders crashing to the mattress, leaving your ass in the air, with Steve holding your hips tightly as he takes you harder and faster. He makes you cum another three times and you’re a wreck. You start hitting the bed near your face with your hand, tapping out. There’s no way you can keep going.

“Please, Steve! I’m sorry. I can’t cum again. My body’s too weak.” You plead with him but it doesn’t work. In fact, it seems to turn him on more.

“Just cum one more time for me, sweetheart. Show me you're really sorry.”

Steve keeps his hard pace up until you finally cum again. Your walls flutter around his cock, milking him, and Steve cums with a shout. He pulls out of you and lets your body collapse completely on the bed. He curls up next to you and pulls you to his chest, as you gasp for air. You feel wrecked by him but in the best way possible.

“Next time you have a hissy fit I will strap you to our bed, Mrs. Rogers, and edge you even worse with one of your vibrators. Do you understand me?” Steve nuzzled your ear as he spoke firmly to you.

You nod your head like crazy. “Yes, Steve. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You both know that it’s a lie. You’ll be running your mouth by next week and being punished all over again. Oh well, that’s the way you both like it.

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[6okuto]

Sneaking the LIs Money

GN!reader | yippee!! very silly fun idea anon. i forgot u said mc not reader but um. similar...

Vere

Vere? Paid for you? And you're going to decline? When he finds the money his ear twitches, his eyes narrow, and a subconscious frown appears on his face. He's like, offended. Annoyed, even. Him paying for you isn't an insignificant thing! Hello!

Still kind of understanding, and in a way... guesses he can be flattered? But next time, "you should accept people's generosity. It's hard to come by genuinely in this place."

He's also pretty surprised you managed to sneak the money somewhere. He might offer to pay for small things just to see where else you might hide it

If you do it while in an established relationship, Vere sort of affectionately rolls his eyes once he finds the money. And while I would like to say he keeps it, I really think if he's done this for you, he will out-stubborn you on it. Find some other way to pay him back or spoil him!!

Mhin

Confused? But also stubborn. The next time Mhin sees you, they have your money ready to give back. It's that sort of Slightly lecturing tone and sigh and furrowed brows vibe. How do you even have the money to pay them back? You need to look out for yourself more if you're going to survive

Despite thinking you're... silly... or making a logically poor decision, it gets some affection points since Mhin appreciates the sentiment. Besides the stubbornness and confusion, they're a little flustered

If they don't confront you, you might come back to your room and find your money and a super short note that basically says "take it" or "stop it" with your belongings

I think it's more common that you both pay for yourselves, but Mhin might be inclined to at least just splitting the bill or taking turns paying if you really don't like it ^^ Or you can do the fishing for a few evenings to pay them back :3c (They end up helping a little anyway)

Kuras

Kuras isn't even looking at you when he brings it up. "Oddly enough, I found the money I spent yesterday evening back in my wallet. Would you happen to know anything about that?"

It's almost chastising the way he responds, but he's really nice about it so you end up feeling kind of bad for trying to put the money back. Like, it upsets him when you decline his payment because he's showing his affection for you, and he'd like if you could both find a way to work it out, so on so forth

Kuras smiles and says if you'd like to pay him back, he doesn't need dinner or the money, but he'd enjoy some company while he checks and restocks inventory. (He still keeps an eye out during any possible attempts and catches you in the act most times)

For future reference, he figures if he says it's his thank you for the help you've offered as of late, he can subtly make you feel less inclined to deny it since his gift is the... equaling feat... yeah.

Ais

Silently raises an eyebrow if he catches you. Jokes about you trying to steal from him just to fluster you. "Looking for something?" "If you were low on cash, you could have said so, Sparrow."

Generally more relaxed and lighthearted about it than the other LIs, but he still doesn't want to take the money. LOL. He might accept the money, but if you find it back in your bag, well who knows how it got there. What a fun surprise for you ^__^

Might make you do things. As in like, "Do x and I'll accept the money" or "Come with me and I'll consider taking it back" etc etc. And you might say that doesn't make sense, but if you really want Ais to take it, that's what you have to do!

Modern AU where he does those "look over there" tricks so he can tap his card before you LOL. I think he's more likely to just straight-up play fight with you too if you know he's trying to trick you

Leander

Pouty Leander if it's light-hearted. Like What? You Won't Let Him Spoil You? :( But if you seriously put your foot down, so does he.

His tone gets serious while he gauges why you're declining, and whether he should just accept the money because he does like paying for and taking care of you, so he doesn't really want you to refuse that all the time.

Tries to find "drinks on me for everyone" or equivalent loopholes where you don't feel as much pressure or guilt about it, but he doesn't do it too often because wow... if he did that every time he tried to spoil you... Wow. Otherwise says "this is for x the other day" etc

Same thing as Ais with the modern AU but he's less inclined to do any wrestling. He might pick a game of rock paper scissors or something instead. Like everyone else, he's inclined to letting you "pay him back" through other means! You pay him back and spend time together—a win-win!!

[https-midoriya]

Beg for me / (k.bakugo x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : Sub! Bakugo. Riding. Overstimulation.

Katsuki begs when he's close to cumming. 

He really can’t help himself though, I mean you feel so fucking good on top of him, grinding down on his cock, making him feel so fucking good - its like his head won’t stop spinning and the thoughts running through his mind are simultaneously; too much to handle - or not enough.

He needs more but fuck - he doesn’t think he can take it. And he’ll be damned because fuck - do you look so fucking good like this, grinding down on his cock, pulling moan after moan after moan from his swollen, cherry red, spit covered lips.

“Ah- wait please- no please fuck- I gotta cum- you gotta let me cum please fuck!” Katsuki hisses, jerking his hips up, that feeling building up again. Eight times tonight - you had left him there, begging and whining for some sort of attention. 

He knew telling you that he wanted you on top once was going to end up bad for him and yet he went against his gut feeling and with just what felt right.

Katsuki’s cock throbbed as you stilled your hips to a slow grind.

He gritted his teeth.

“Oh fuck you.”

“Oh I plan on it.”

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Yandere nerd x gn reader x yandere pretty boy

TW : faked death, yandere stuff, i dunno bad things, reader is kinda delulu

Special thanks to -👠anon

Your dead.

He was devastated, you were his life, his saving grace, his entire existence.

It all started when you meet Jake in class. He was the kind of nerd everyone picked on. Tall but scrawny, his clothes were past down from his brothers, his hair overgrown and his acne scars didn’t make him any more appealing.

He felt like he had nothing in life. His family didn’t care for him, his parents even told him straight up at some point that he was a mistake. His grades were bad, i know shocker. Sadly he only appeared like a nerd. The only thing he had going on for him were yandere stories.

He was the type of guy to listen to the asmr, to read the stories, to write with character AI and hope to find the love of his life.

He often pondered during class if one of his classmates could be the one, or the guy on the bus, maybe the girl at the supermarket, a teacher, there was that guy with-

Class this is yn, be nice.

Its you, it was always you.

This is the moment he always dreamed of, your his darling.

The moment he saw you he knew it was over. He followed you in the halls, watched you every moment in school, he even signed up in the same classes as you.

And the best part about it all was you. You treated him so well, you never made fun of him, even in class you helped him with math. That must mean you love him, thanks darling.

He never had any type of real friends but this must be it. And next you will be his partner. He planned everything out, ask you out, then go to a restaurant and then to the cinema.

But then there was Dorian.

The biggest asshole in school his complete opposite. Pretty, rich, popular, charismatic and you new boyfriend.

Jake never stopped watching. He wanted to make sure Dorian didn’t mistreat you. He always wanted you to be safe…

So here he was at you’re funeral.

He cried harder than everyone else, standing out beside your family and friends who tried to stay put together. He was a mess and he felt anger knowing you never knew how much he loved you.

But where is Dorian ?

He knew Dorian shared feelings similar to his, that much was clear after all his stalking. So why didn’t anyone see your dead body and the person you were closest to was nowhere to be seen?

Jake was maybe not the smartest but far from the fool Dorian took him for.

He will find you and bring you to your actual home.

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[i2sainz]

Secrets unkept

when lando norris hard launches his marriage with the “i’m so hungry” tiktok trend

pairing : lando norris x singer!fem!reader

warnings : brain rot, slight profanity

face claim : annie.shr on ig

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yn I’m so hungry I can eat my husband 😋

But seriously, these last few years that i’ve spent with lando has been the most astonishing years of my life. We met long before any of the fame, before the money, and before the world tried to shape us into the person they wanted us to be.

At my best, I was his. At my worst, I was his. And forever, he will be mine. There’s no one else i’d rather to spend my life with. Every song, every lyric, every melody, they’re for him. My love for him bleeds through my palms, our love staining everything I’ve ever touched.

I wasn’t just born to love, but to love him. And I will continue to love him even when our forever ends.

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lando I’m so hungry I can eat my wife ❤️

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oscarpiastri Congratulations!

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↳ yn Thank you, Osc 💕

danielricciardo Daniel is a perfect baby name

↳ yn I’m not pregnant, Danny

↳ danielricciardo yn Not yet, but if Lando’s speed this season means anything…

kikagomes the prettiest bride 🥰

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pietra.pilao meu amor💓💓

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↳ yn eu te amo 💓

user1 i can’t believe our yn has been married for a year without us knowing?

↳ user2 bro i didn’t even know she was dating someone? nonetheless childhood lovers

user3 getting threatened on x was worth seeing these photos

↳ user4 tung tung tung sahur 🍽️👩🤤

↳ user3 user4 HOW DID YOU FIND ME

↳ user4 user3 tung tung tung sahur 🫵🏻🫦😍

↳ user3 user4 … that didn’t feel like a threat

user5 wonder how those lando nowins enthusiasts are now? letting everyone think he wasn’t winning when in reality bro was coming home to the biggest dub ever

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user6 lando getting married and winning his first race a week apart has gotta be canon cuz there’s no way

user7 i love when hot people date each other

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user8 i’m smelling a new album

user9 white man did it in 1 week…

user10 WHY WOULD A MAN BE THERE?

↳ user11 brain rot

↳ user10 user11 i’m so hungry I can eat Caelin Jones

↳ user11 user10 my dead mom?

↳ user10 user11 oh…

↳ user12 well now we know how your mom died

user13 honestly it’s on us for not seeing it sooner? like hello? sports car? passenger princess? diet pepsi? she deadass rode a mini lando cart in a photoshoot

user14 honestly think i’d be better dead at this point

user15 please tell me this is ai

user16 NOOOOOOO WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MARRIED

user17 damn so this is why lando wants to win the championship so bad, crodies got a future family to feed. i respect the hustle

user18 Congratulations ynnie!

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used19 first the pope died and now yn is married, the world is ending.

user20 so you’re telling me that lando norris has 100+ love songs about him and i can’t even get a text back? what universe is this

↳ user21 one where lando is her muse

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↳ user20 user21 ANSWER MY DMS, PRETTY😻😻

↳ user21 user20 apologize to lando first.

user20 I’m sincerely sorry to @lando. Respect you man.

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user22 why are half the sharks in the likes

↳ user23 macklin told everyone that yn is will’s celebrity crush

↳ user22 user23 was it true?

↳ user23 user22 well what’s it look like, pipsqueak?

↳ user22 user23 wanna make out?

↳ user23 user22 didn’t we just establish that will is in the likes? not in front of the buzz bro

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lando It’s us forever, it always has been.

The day you married me was the second best day of my life, the first forever being the day we met. You’re the best part of my life, you always have been. You love every part of myself that I hate, and I’d never stop thanking the universe for giving me you.

I was born into a world that slows down for anything, my life constantly changing and forcing me into quick decisions that would make or break my career. But you make me want to slow down, to press the break. I want to cherish every moment I have with you. And if I could, i’d stop time and trap us in a universe that allows me to have you forever.

We’ve been creating this perfect world in our heads since we were kids. We planned everything from all the counties we wanted to visit down to our future children’s names. It’s never just been my future, it’s been ours. And we’re finally getting there. So we aren’t just celebrating us. But we’re celebrating every version of us that’s ever existed, and every one that’s yet to come.

I can’t wait to grow old with you, you’re the first and last love of my life. I love you, forever.

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yn It’s only ever been you, my love.

user24 i take everything back, i love them.

user25 i never thought i’d cry ever a lando norris post but here we are

user26 why is LANDO NORRIS winning.

user27 lando haters realizing they’ve been gooning over his wife is something i’m happy to be alive to see

user28 mate might not be leading the championship rn but he’s definitely winning in life

user29 she’s the prettiest person i’ve ever seen.

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user30 my new favourite wag

user31 I KNEW IT

↳ user32 you didn’t know shit

↳ user31 user32 well duh 🙄 there’s a thing called roleplaying

↳ user32 user31 you need to go to jail.

user34 still can’t believe diet pepsi is about him (i didn’t know who he was 3 hours ago)

user35 can i marry your wife?

↳ lando No

user36 i have a crush on your wife

use37 hey lando i hope you don’t mind if i use your face as my facial reconstruction inspiration!!

user38 ts pmo fr

user39 please fumble please fumble please fumble

user40 yet another reason to hate him, he married my wife

↳ user41 well she wouldn’t want you anyways + your boy @user42 looks like the dad from the addams family

↳ @user42 user41 THE HELL DID I CATCH A STRAY FOR😭

user43 milf

↳ user44 she’s not a mom

↳ user45 user44 not yet.

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lando.jpg recents with the love of my life. ❤️

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