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clark kent who… | size kink blurbs.

clark kent who accidentally bumps into you in the office hallway and immediately grips your waist to steady you—his hand nearly spanning your whole side—and says, “sorry, didn’t see you there,” even though you’re literally half his size.

clark kent who always hands you your coffee with his fingers brushing yours, making you feel how comically large his hands are compared to yours. one time, you wrapped both hands around his wrist just to feel the difference, and he stopped breathing.

clark kent who stands behind you during meetings, and when he leans down to whisper something, his voice rumbles in your chest and his body completely eclipses yours.

clark kent who always crouches a little when talking to you, murmuring things like “this better?” with a crooked smile, and you hate how flustered it makes you feel standing next to his massive frame.

clark kent who picks you up by the waist like it’s nothing—to move you out of the way, to set you on a counter, to carry you over puddles—and always murmurs, “you’re light as a feather,” like it’s your fault he’s built like a god.

clark kent who slips his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold and doesn’t say a word when it falls to your knees, swallowing you whole. he just watches you wear it with this unreadable, hungry look in his eyes.

clark kent who brushes a hand down your back and spans your whole spine in one pass. you shiver. he feels it. “sorry,” he murmurs. “too much?”

clark kent who can’t help groaning the first time you palm him through his slacks, because your hand looks tiny on him and you’re barely covering half of what’s there. “sweetheart,” he pants, “you sure about this?”

clark kent who lifts you like a doll and sets you down on his bed, spreading your legs with those thick, calloused hands like he’s opening a present. “look at you,” he whispers. “so soft. so small.”

clark kent who holds your wrists above your head with one hand and uses the other to tease you until you’re gasping, squirming, begging—his voice wrecked as he says, “need both hands to touch me, but i only need one to ruin you.”

clark kent who goes down on you slow and reverent, holding your thighs open with ease while he eats like a man possessed. when you cry out, overwhelmed, he just groans, “let me. i can take it. i want all of you.”

clark kent who whispers, “you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart,” as he stretches you open on his cock—thick and massive, taking everything in you not to break. “almost there, baby,” he coos, kissing your neck. “just a little more. you can take it. be good for me.”

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could i request lost prince gojo who ran away but got lost and now once to go home?

and while trying to find his way back he saw a water nymph(who's the reader? male btw)

and reader lures him in and makes him stay(sexy times)

ik nymphs are girls but shhhhh

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — lost prince

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pairing: gojo x nymph male reader

summary: gojo is a prince, he ran away due to an argument and then he found that he was lost. then he found you

genre: smut

TW: male reader, loneliness, running away, arguments, reader is described to have longer hair(not the type), seducing, slight water sex, praise, luring , manipulation, grabbing , obsessive behavior, gojo wears bandaged blindfolds

note: it took me forever to figure out this color thing bro yall don't understand. also reminder, i NEVER proof read. EVER. so if there are spelling errors don't point them out because i won't fix it

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the argument rang through his head about a thousand times. he hadn't even meant for it to escalate, all he wanted to do was go out for a small walk without fifteen guards crowding his personal space. the man could barely jerk off.

"just for five minutes!"

his father would tut, and shake his head.

"no, satorou. there are things out there you just can't handle."

he would shout back, groaning in agitation. "what does that even mean! tell me, what's out there that's so bad?"

his father hadn't said anything after that. so, he decided to check out for himself. he wasn't even so sure how he got past the guards, the maids, the butlers, he was simply that determined to just have a five minute walk on his own.

but then it got a little darker, and he was lost..real lost. he had gotten lost in the woods, trees and cob webs hitting all over his face. he didn't want to admit, even to himself that he was scared. it was getting cold, he was hungry, he didn't know what to do all on his own. a few times he almost caught himself calling for a maid, forgetting that he was still lost.

he leaned up against a tree, his eyesight blurry and all he could truly see was his breath huffing in front of his face. then, he heard it. heard you.

that beautiful humming, it was gorgeous. now, it wasn't an exact song or exact lyrics. but it was beautiful. he urged himself up, going to where that singing was. he peeked around behind a tree, seeing a beautiful pond. and then a man, a man whose skin seemed to glow even in the setting sun, his hair wet and glistening as it cascaded into the ponds waters.

then you'd stop, your head turning. your eyes..oh, those eyes were gorgeous weren't they? your eyelashes long and curling up beautifully around the shape.

your lips curled into a soft smile, your little giggle just as soft. your body turned, and you'd let yourself walk to the edge of the pond and lean onto the grass. your finger curled in a come here motion, beckoning him. everything about you pulled him to you, but that was just it. he staggered forward, falling onto his knees in front of you. you seemed just as lonely as he did, just as needy.

he wanted to touch you, so badly. your skin looked like the cure to his hunger. your arms moved up, your nails tickling his skin as you cradled his face.

"what is this?" you'd ask him, your fingers coming towards the bandages at his eyes. "let me see your eyes," he couldn't stop you, he just couldn't. he felt the bandages along his face loosen, then fall onto the ground. you cooed, with a little click to your tongue. "aren't you gorgeous, hm?" his body swayed, before he caught himself. he was going to get in that water.

he'd move your arms from his body, his own hands ripping his own clothes off and his buttons flying off. he'd kick off his boots, slip his pants off and he'd get himself into the pond. his hands were all over you, impatient. he'd feel you flinch, not even backing away– "don't leave me." his voice broke though.

the air felt like a spell, and your scent was just causing it and making it worse. he was gripping you in all sorts of places, your waist, your arms, thighs, ass. whatever he could reach he wanted it to be his, all his.

your hands came to his chest, then caressed upwards.

he took a moment to take it in.

one moment.

two moments.

three was enough until he threw himself at you. the water splashed, his lips on yours, his hand drawing to your neck- then squeezing. squeezing to keep you there, to send that message that you didn't belong to anyone else.

"you're what i've been waiting for..where have you been?" he didn't even know your name, didn't have to , he could learn it after. his fingers curled at your waist, clutching and then hoisting you up so your legs could wrap along his waist.

"promise you'll never leave.." he said, nipping at your ear whilst his fingers spread you open to slip inside of you. "promise me." you had gasped, feeling him slide inside. "i promise.." you wiggled your hips, as if trying to get him balls deep inside you. he wouldn't let you do all the work, what kind of gentleman did that?

he moved you back, then plopped you back down. "keep hanging onto me," he'd move himself forward to match the pace. your arm slinked over his shoulder, your head falling back as well as your mouth.

"oh– yes, so perfect.." he kept that, kept that in his mind. you said he was perfect. the water beneath your actions splashed, making the claps and skin slaps much more dramatic and your bodies overly wet. his head ducked beneath your chin, biting and slurping kisses dramatically at your neck and collar bone.

"you feel so good,"

"don't stop,"

"i need you."

he stopped, his eyes coming to meet yours. both of your breaths are heavy, mingling as your lips got closer and closer.

he'd flopped you over, having your fingers clutch the grass at the edge of the pond. he could do this forever..he would do this forever, because who would ever want to leave this? leave you.

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𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 — domestic life

tw: male reader, they have a kid(you can determine if the reader had mpreg, adopted, or is ftm), uraume is still a servant just domesticated, based off of trin's videos on tiktok, sukuna calls reader 'husband' never by his name(unless during sex then why not, sukuna is still a cursed being just humanizing himself

note: fun fact: on my first tumblr account sukuna was my first fic i ever wrote digitally

there were a lot of sounds sukuna hated. people talking, babies crying, constant nagging, complaining, people chewing far too loud. but even as much as he hated it, he heard it almost everyday.

sukuna's arms stayed wrapped around you tightly, he was a clingy sleeper whether he would admit it or not. his face tucked underneath your chin, breathing in your scent and listening to your heart beat with each calm breath you took.

then there was that blasted alarm, the loud sound of feet pitter pattering onto the hardwood floors and the door bursting open.

"dad! dad! wake up! today's my game today!" right, suko had his baseball game today. the kid was probably up all night just to do that.

"wake up, wake up!" he climbed onto the bed, his little body pushing with all its might to bounce on the two half asleep figures.

"alright, alright! enough suko, you're going to give your father more back issues." there it was, your lovely voice he just adored, especially in the mornings. he hated those other noises, but yours is what he would listen to all day even after death.

sukuna grumbled, his eyes officially opening so he could see your face. perfect. absolutely perfect. "you are far too close, move away." as perfect as he found you, he would never admit it.

you snorted, detangling yourself from his embrace. "you say that but you're the one who refuses to let me move." he shook his head, sitting up with you. "untrue."

another sound of footsteps was heard, the white haired figure of uraume coming to take suko from the bed. "i apologize for letting him loose," they spoke as if he was some wild animal, which was a valid comparison.

"i looked away for one moment while cooking breakfast and he was shooting from his seat." suko seemed to whine as he was dragged out of the room. it was like he wanted to starve the rest of the day.

it was somewhat silent, just the two of you. your body weight shifted the bed as you slid over to him, your arms wrapped along his shoulders and your lips kissing at his cheek.

"good morning," his head would lean into the small kiss, returning it to your lips. what a sweet thing. you got off the bed, putting some reasonable clothes on so you could go eat at the table.

"also, i'll need you to pick up suko's new bat from the store, and some snacks as well." his brows furrowed in annoyance, he didn't want to do that.

"husband, that's a foolish task. why must i do it?" you blinked slowly, your head snapping over to him. that told him all he needed to know.

the store was hot and humid, too many people. he just needed to get the bat, and have zero distractions– "excuse me?" he paused, hearing a woman's voice. for some reason, he already felt what was going to happen.

he looked down, eyes squinting with agitation. the woman had her phone in her hand, he could see the phone dial app open and a faint blush on her cheeks. god save him.

he didn't want to waste time and get yelled at if he was late. not only would his son be upset if he had no baseball bat and missed his game, but you absolutely would not pleasure him after this very very long day.

"i am happily married. move out of my way." it was like she didn't see the ruby ring on his finger that could be bigger than someone's eye.

he shoved past the woman, and pulled out his own phone. when you answered, he was already speaking before you could say hello. "husband, where are the bats."

you paused for a moment, then your voice came through. "sukuna, are you in the sports section?" he looked around..no. no, he wasn't. "goodbye." why would you send him off to buy things if he never even knew what section they would be in. modern stores just got on his last nerve.

on the way home, he went to a snack store and got much more snacks than you intended. but what's wrong with going a little overboard?

finally, what felt like hours he was home. the smell of it hit him first, then the warmth and the sight of you sitting on the couch with suko on your lap with a cartoon playing on the big screen sat on the large dresser.

suko's head turned to the door, and he was instantly up on his feet running to his dad(more so the bat in his hand). "welcome back sukuna," your lips touched his in a loving kiss, and you had taken the bags of snacks to go put them away.

"you got the one that i wanted!" suko exclaimed excitedly, swinging it around as if to try it out. his eyes were wide with happiness, a big smile on his face.

"do not swing it around in the house! that vase costs over five-hundred dollars, go outside." his large hand came to his son's head to lead him outdoors. "uraume, go outside and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

then, his attention was only to you. he went behind you, grabbing at your waist tightly to embrace you in what was a loving hug. at least to him. it was just a little too tight for you, but you didn't mind it.

so sure, he hated the noises, the ridiculously hyper child, the constant errands he had to run. but this is maybe, just maybe what he needed to be truly at peace.

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～LITTLE IN THE MIDDLE♪⁠～

owners dish: sugar daddy x bratty(spoiled) male reader

side dish: untold love for one another, spoiled and bratty themes, patois(translations at the end), all my oc's got big dicks, d/s relationship, spanking, brat taming, size kinks, rough sex, age gaps, daddy kinks, he can't use a phone, reader is a virgin

owners note: got this idea from a janitor ai bot except the bot was white. i never proofread. this is a little longer than my usual fics

sugar daddy, who had met you through some cheap tech job you worked at. he couldn't figure out this thing that had been happening to his phone, it was slow and it was becoming an annoying issue for him. while you were helping him, he had been looking at you the entire time. barely listening. he left with his phone still being slow. it was alright, he could just get a new one

sugar daddy, constantly visited you. he wouldn't want to call himself a stalker, just someone who would talk and visit you frequently where you worked until he'd just slide himself into your life. he didn't want to manipulate or take advantage of you, but once he found out you weren't entirely financially stable..well, take an opportunity if it's given to you.

sugar daddy, who would give you an offer. an offer of buying you whatever you'd like in exchange for pleasures he couldn't get himself to feel any longer all on his own. he almost cackled seeing the look on your face. "like..a sugar daddy?" were you two even that close? "mh..yah eff dat a o yu waah fi put ih, den fine. sugar daddy." surprising to you, and not so surprising to him, you accepted. hell..you needed the money, you were gonna get evicted from your apartment that didn't deserve the amount of rent it gave. plus, he was attractive. win-win.

sugar daddy, who could practically feel your nervousness even before he'd touch you. you'd ask if you were allowed to get things, ask if you could do this and that with the money he was throwing at you. he'd assure you to pick what you wanted, he had billions all for you. just for you. you'd pay him back anyways, no need for you to worry.

sugar daddy, who lived off of how nervous you got. put some use to yourself, let loose! you're real rich now. "wah yuh tense from? cum yah." he had been manspreading at the edge of the bed, his two fingers extended and curled for you to come here. those golden rings glinted in the light and it seemed to drag you towards it all. you didn't know what you were supposed to do, you weren't sexually active like that.

sugar daddy, tried his best to be soft and gentle with you. tried to talk you through it sweetly, touches light, but each mewl and moan got to him. each little movement of sensitivity was driving him crazy. "fuck..yuh wa mi fi be gentle but den yuh act dis way wid me?" he flipped your pretty self over, his squeezing your thighs and forcing them open. he'd lick his lips seeing how much you were leaning, your tip sensitive and swollen and your cock twitching just from him looking at it. "yet yuh bady all tight an perfect fi mi, mi cyaa resist.'"

sugar daddy, who made you feel like there was a weight in your stomach had you arching and rolling that little body all into his, trying to morph yourself deeper into the feeling like his dick penetrating you with overly harsh thrusts wasn't enough. when he would lean down his beard would tickle your skin, his hand touching your stomach with the only intention being to press at the hard outline of his cock at your tummy. he loved it, ate it up. "i–its too big, i can't!" he'd only tsk and shake his head, "nuh run from dis, yuh taking daadie nice an well." little bit of encouragement.

sugar daddy who'd watch you get all bratty from time to time. get demanding, acting like some spoiled brat now that you had what you wanted. but shit, this was like heaven to him. he'd see you all dolled up, one extend of your hand told him all he needed and a wad of cash would be slapped into your palm. but sometimes you needed to be put in check, needed to learn that your place wasn't to be in control like you thought that you were.

sugar daddy who laughed and smiled when you were squirming and whining on his lap your ass bruised a different shade and a clear pinch mark from his rings. "oh nuh be all whiny like a baby, tek yuh punishment like a gud bowy fi daadie," but you couldn't do it, even when you knew what happens when you got all full of yourself. "ow–!" you'd help and complain, but knowing this would leave a mark from him is what truly had you going.

sugar daddy, was aware this was a little more than a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, and you knew it too. but for now, you'd enjoy what the two of you currently had.

translations:

mh..yah eff dat a o yu waah fi put ih, den fine. sugar daddy: mh, yeah. if that's how you want to put it, then fine. sugar daddy.

wah yuh tense from? cum yah: what are you tense from? come here.

fuck..yuh wa mi fi be gentle but den yuh act dis way wid me?: fuck..you want me to be gentle but then act this way with me?

yet yuh bady all tight an perfect fi mi, mi cyaa resist: yet your body all tight and perfect for me. i can't resist.

nuh run from dis, yuh taking daadie nice an well: don't run from this, you're taking daddy nice and well

oh nuh be all whiny like a baby, tek yuh punishment like a gud bowy fi daadie: oh don't be all whiny like a baby, take your punishment like a good boy for daddy.

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LOOK AROUND, LOOK AROUND..🍯

owners dish. . .🥐: alpha husband x pregnant omega male reader

ingredients include. . .🍞: feral alpha themes, violence, muzzles, pregnancy, mpreg, twins, medical issues, close to death experiences, mainly fluff, bro didn't write smut that is surprising, a little short and lowk lazy.

owners note. . .🥯: i never proofread. i was thinking of hamilton writing the title.

alpha husband, who's breath fogged up against the muzzle held against his face like he was some animal. but not even he could defend himself. he harmed eight nurses and five doctors— all alphas who tried to hold him back as they rolled you into the hospitals room. you were bleeding, your cries felt like painful jabs to his heart he just couldn't stand it. he knew they were protecting you and helping you, but he couldn't be separated from you while you were in pain.

alpha husband, flinched at each gutteral scream and yelp you let out. his ears strained, his nails scratched at his arms restraints. this was going on longer than it should have. he was counting the hours in his head, the clock ticking like it had been mocking him. he wanted to tear these damn things open, run back to his mate and his baby and make sure no one would make you feel like you were in pain.

alpha husband, who tensed and stilled at the sound of silence. the silence went on for almost too long. it was unsettling. he never would have thought he would prefer your screams more than silence. what happened? were you hurt? did you pass out? did you..then there were the cries of his baby..then another cry. god help him.

alpha husband, heard the door opening. a low grow rumbled in the below of his throat as a woman's voice came through. it was a nurse, smelt like nothing, like a beta. "sir," she said calmly. she was bold, real bold for being able to face his situation. "if you agree to not resort to violence, we can make this go smoothly. your husband is waiting for you." and he had promised. everything felt much looser when the shackles were taken off, the huffy muzzle unbuckling from his jaw. it took every ounce of him not to shove the woman to the floor in run to where your smell was.

alpha husband, was able to enter and see you. his nose picking up two more scents with yours..two? it was almost pathetic the way he lunged towards you, kneeling at your side. his hands cradled your face, his nose taking a few twitches as he took in that scent. his eyes watched as you unfolded the big blanket, two sleepy little heads popping out. he wanted to cry. he did cry. you were safe, his unexpected twins were safe. "don't cry," you'd tell him, your voice raspy from the constant screaming beforehand. "how could i possibly not? i.." he couldn't finish his sentence.

alpha husband, who looked at those babies almost all day. he watched every movement, every coo and little whine. every grip of their small fingers, they had even blinked in unison. this was perfect..what more could he ever ask for.

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Resident Alien || 1x01

One of Harry's first genuine smiles is at Asta's laugh

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#Save_Meerah 💔

My daughter Mearah is dying slowly before my eyes, and I have nothing but prayers and a desperate cry to the world.

Mearah is suffering from severe malnutrition and extreme wasting due to the brutal siege on Gaza. No food, no medicine, no milk... no glimpse of hope.

She hasn't even reached her second birthday. Her weight is less than that of a newborn. Her bones are visible, her skin clings to her body... she is in pain, in silence. Every passing moment could be her last.

I appeal to every person with a conscience — anyone who can help medically, humanely, or even by sharing this message — please don’t let her die like so many other children who passed away in silence and neglect.

Please, help me save her.

#GazaUnderSiege

#MearahIsStarving

#SaveGazaChildren

Save my daughter’s life 💔

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The new trailer for ‘WEDNESDAY’ Season 2 has been released. Part 1 releases August 6 on Netflix.

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If you voted, please don't scroll without sharing this post! Mosab is raising funds for his wife and three daughters to escape Gaza before it is too late.

Over 65% of the goal is unmet, even after months of trying. Mosab and his family count on these donations to afford food and stay alive.

Lama, one of the 4 year old twins, is sick and in pain. She needs to be treated but the family cannot even afford basic food. Even the smallest support can be the difference between life and death.

Please help my friend out by sharing and donating.

Vetted by GazaVetters #520 and shared by @/90-ghost.

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sometimes i feel ive got to

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HHello, I came to make a request for Jacob Black Omegaverse where Jacob is forcibly administered aphrodisiacs And we as readers seeking to help him end up doing more things. You can honestly add whatever you like and think could improve the idea. Sorry if I didn't explain myself well, English is not my native language.

— heat of the moment

pairing: jacob black | male! reader

warnings: mdni, omegaverse, omega reader, bottom reader, use of aphrodisiacs, rut, knotting

The scent hit (y/n) like a truck.

He was just coming back from the edge of the woods near La Push, hoodie tucked tight around his frame, when the wind shifted. It wasn’t just the overwhelming alpha scent that rolled over him — it was tainted, heightened, dizzyingly sharp. His instincts screamed before his brain could catch up.

Jacob.

He stumbled forward through the trees, heart pounding. He’d recognize that scent anywhere — earthy, like pine and sun-warmed skin — but now it was thicker, laced with desperation, rut, and something unnatural. Synthetic.

Aphrodisiacs.

When he broke through the tree line near the edge of the reservation, Jacob was on his knees, fists clenched in the dirt, body trembling. His shirt was long gone, chest slick with sweat, muscles straining against something primal and urgent. His eyes snapped up to (y/n) with a low, guttural growl — red-rimmed and barely lucid.

“Shit,” (y/n) breathed, pupils dilating. His omega instincts screamed at him to run, to flee the overbearing alpha energy — but another part of him, the part that ached when he saw Jacob like this, rooted him to the spot.

“Don’t,” Jacob growled out, voice hoarse. “Stay — Stay back, (y/n). I don’t — I can’t —”

“You were drugged,” (y/n) said softly, approaching slowly, despite his trembling knees. “Someone did this to you.”

Jacob’s jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his brow. “Yeah. It’s — burning through me. I can’t think straight. If I lose control — if I touch you —”

(y/n) knelt down in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off Jacob’s trembling body. “Then don’t lose it,” he said quietly. “Or do. I trust you.”

The words made Jacob shudder violently. “Don’t say that, fuck, (y/n) — I can smell you, you’re reacting —”

“I want to,” (y/n) admitted, cheeks flushed. “Let me help you. Let me take care of you, Jacob.”

That was all it took. With a deep snarl, Jacob lunged — and (y/n) met him halfway.

The kiss was brutal, teeth clashing, lips swollen in seconds. Jacob pinned (y/n) to the forest floor with trembling hands, caging him in, rutting his hips against (y/n)’s, gasping like he was drowning. His scent completely overtook the air — raw, feral alpha — and (y/n) moaned into his mouth, arching up to press their bodies together.

Jacob tore at (y/n)’s clothes with impatient hands, leaving shredded fabric and raw skin in their wake. “Gonna knot you,” he rasped, voice barely human. “Fill you up until you forget your name.”

“Please,” (y/n) whimpered, slick already pooling between his thighs. “Do it, Jacob — take me.”

Jacob’s control snapped.

He pushed into (y/n) with a growl so deep it vibrated in his chest, the thick head of his cock stretching him open in one relentless thrust. (y/n) cried out, eyes rolling back as Jacob filled him — deep, heavy, perfect. The omega in him thrived on it, walls clenching around him, milking him for more.

“Fuck, so tight — you were made for this,” Jacob groaned, voice muffled against (y/n)’s throat as he bit and licked along his scent gland, not marking but claiming all the same.

His hips snapped forward, slamming into (y/n) with no rhythm, just need. (y/n) gasped and clung to him, letting the roughness wash over him, legs wrapped tight around Jacob’s waist. Each thrust pressed impossibly deep, cock dragging against that sweet, sensitive spot that made (y/n) sob and writhe beneath him.

Jacob’s knot swelled too fast—too desperate, too overwhelmed.

“Jacob — gonna —” (y/n) gasped.

“I know,” Jacob growled. “Come. Now.”

One last brutal thrust, and Jacob locked them together with a thick, pulsing knot. (y/n)’s moan echoed through the trees as he came, clenching hard around Jacob’s cock, his own release painting their stomachs. Jacob followed with a growl that was all instinct, hips grinding against (y/n) as his cock twitched and released in thick, hot spurts.

They were stuck together, panting, trembling.

(y/n) cupped Jacob’s cheek with a soft hand, even as his thighs still quivered. “You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re not alone.”

Jacob buried his face in (y/n)’s neck, still trembling. “You — shouldn’t have —”

“I wanted to.”

Silence stretched between them, but it was warm, full.

Safe.

Even with Jacob still knotted deep inside him, even with the world spinning.

He’d do it all over again.

words: 740

published: 02.july.2025

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Sweet Pea x male reader

Summary: When reader is sent a death threat his ex makes him feel safe.

Mr and Mrs L/N had to fly out to New York for a college friend's funeral. Unfortunately this meant Y/n was to be left home alone for a few days right when the gargoyle king was starting to murder kids from Riverdale high playing Griffons and Gargoyles. Dilton Doiley death hit close since he was Y/n's neighbor most of his life. He did anything to take his mind off how scared he truly was. Y/n couldn't call his best friend Archie because he was incarcerated, and he definitely could not ask his boyfriend-well now ex boyfriend Sweet Pea to come over and comfort him. Finally, Y/n decided to take a bath to calm his nerves.

 The bath worked wonders. It had to be around eight or nine at night when the doorbell rang. Y/n asked who was there a few times but no one responded. Figuring it was probably kids in the neighborhood having fun he checked the front door to see if he could see if he could see where they hid. The street seemed unusually quiet even for a weekday then he noticed a small sealed letter with a note inside.

 THIS TOWN WILL BE CLEANSED OF SINNERS AND SODOMITES. HEED THIS WARNING OR DIE.

 Just then Y/n heard a noise out in his yard but couldn't see a thing. He bolted into his house locking the door behind him. This is insane someone wants Y/n dead. Chills ran up his spine, his legs felt weak, and the realization he was completely alone set in. Then it happened.

 A hand was placed over Y/n's mouth and an arm wrapped around his body holding him in place so he couldn't move. He couldn't move out of the stranger's grip if he tried. As he came to terms with his inevitable death, the stranger let up and wrapped his arms around Y/n gently swaying the much shorter boy, the stranger resting his chin on his head. Only one person ever held him like this.

 "You should keep ALL your doors locked, babe. Riverdale isn't the town it used to be. Even up here on the northside."

 Y/n wanted to be mad at Pea but he was one hundred percent right. The gargoyle king had not been found and Sweet Pea was on high alert since his ex boyfriend would be home alone for a few days.

 "I know I'm probably being overprotective but I needed to know you were safe?"

 Y/n turned and hugged Sweet Pea tight, thankful he had shown up when he did. Sweet Pea's arms felt like the safest place Y/n could be.

 "Should have called Sweets, I was sure you were here to kill me. I'm scared enough as it is."

 "What do you mean? Did something happen?"

 "Nothing. It's probably not a big deal," Y/n lied. Sweet Pea could always tell when Y/n wasn't okay because he would avoid eye contact and talk lower instead of being his usual happy self. 

That's when Sweets noticed the note still in Y/n's hand. Sweet Pea asked what it was already pulling it out of his hands to read. 

 "Where the fuck did you get this? Who gave-when were you gonna tell me you about this?"

"Calm down. It was on my doorstep, I got it right before you came. I didn't see who left it."

 Sweet Pea was upset not necessarily at you but at himself for not being with you sooner. He could have caught whoever left the note and made sure they never threatened your life again. Tears began to well up in Y/n's eyes. Sweet Pea immediately felt awful for raising his voice. 

 "Y/n/n, I'm not going to let anything happen to you babe. I'm sleeping on the couch no one will hurt you," Sweet Pea said wiping the tears from Y/n's eyes. 

Y/n believed the words his ex said. Resting his head on the taller guy's chest and holding him tight Sweet Pea returned the embrace. 

 "Sweets? Can you stay in my bed tonight?"

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Jealous!Reggie Mantle x Male Reader

Summary: Reggie is insecure about his relationship with reader. Says some awful things and has to make up for it.

Toni, Cheryl, Kevin and Y/N sat at their usual lunch table. The four of them sat gossiping and joking about the goings on of Riverdale High's student body. The bulldog's have just qualified to play in the state championship, so the team would be celebrating at Y/N's house tonight considering his brother was the team captain. Adopted brother that is but Archie & Fred don't treat him like a foster kid. He doesn't think they're the type of people to abandon him. Y/N didn't think that about his birth father either but things changed.

"So Andrews…" Cheryl started, "What time should ma cherie and I show up fashionably late to your party?" Y/N laughed it off and told her what time people would be showing up. "Speaking of this party, the entire football team will be in your home tonight. Which one do you plan on sneaking into your room Y/N?" Kevin joked. The whole table laughed at that.

"Kevin, if you find another gay on the football team send him my way until then I plan on sleeping alone tonight." Y/N joked. The thing about that was Y/N knew there was another gay football player but that was their little secret. The other three had to go rehearse for the musical so Y/N was left alone at the table. 

As he went to throw his trash away, Dalton, a classmate from his AP classes popped up, he was really happy and a bit out of breath. "HEY! Have you checked your email?" Y/N just shook his head no. "I got accepted into Harvard last night." Y/N's eyes went wide congratulating his friend with a hug. He fumbled pulling his phone out.

"Holy shit I got an email too," Y/N froze for a moment. Dalton urged him to open it so he did. His face was expressionless as he read the email. Y/N couldn't believe his eyes. "I got in...I got in!" Y/N excitedly hugged Dalton, they were officially Harvard students. Y/N could wait to tell his family. He made Dalton promise to not tell anyone. Making his way through the halls, Y/N is grabbed by the wrist and pulled into an empty classroom. 

Reggie Mantle shuts the door behind them, he looks pissed. Y/N thought Reggie looked so hot with his jaw clenched like that. It was making him feel things but something was wrong. "Babe, what's wrong-" Y/N tried but Reggie cut him off. "Don't babe me Y/N, what the fuck was that out there. Just because I'm not ready to come out doesn't mean my boyfriend can flirt with anyone that flashes him a smile." Reggie's voice was getting louder. "Are you fucking him? Is that why I haven't heard from you all day?" 

Y/N couldn't believe the way Reggie was acting. He rubbed his arm to try and calm him down. "I have no clue what you're talking about Reg, who do you think I'm flirting with?" Reggie rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and pushed his arm away. "Don't give me that shit, I saw you hugging that loser in the cafeteria. I saw how happy you looked and the way he looked at you. Only I look at you like that." Reggie was practically yelling at this point. Y/N knew it was innocent but Reggie was letting him get a word in. He felt like crap only ten minutes after getting the biggest news of his life. "Do you know I can have any chick at this school whenever I want?" 

That last sentence stung but all of Y/N's sadness was replaced with rage. "Well don't worry about me wasting anymore of your time then." He shoved Reggie away and stormed out of the classroom. When he got home Y/N didn't have the energy to tell Fred and Archie about Harvard. Reggie's words were still lingering. He dreaded the fact he would have to see him tonight at the party.

Y/N knew Archie and his friends would be suspicious if he stayed in his room all night. He wasn't exactly shy. Music blasted through the Andrew's home with drunk teens all around. Y/N stood in the kitchen where things were the least chaotic. Everyone was either looking for someone to hook up with or too busy drinking away their sober problems. Reggie was one of those people, jumping up and down shirtless with the rest of his team chanting like mad men. It was annoying how hot he looked when he was doing simple things like getting his team hype. Reggie knew his ex of only a few hours was stealing glances, because he was doing it as well. Y/N stood there swirling the alcohol in his plastic cup. That's when Dalton called his name a little too loudly. Dalton was clearly drunk so Y/N was only half listening to what he had to say. From Reggie's point of view, his boyfriend was once again letting this guy flirt. It didn't take long for Reggie to pull some girl in close and make out with her. Bulldogs cheered for him causing Y/N to look up and see what Reggie was doing with that girl. Tears began to well up at the corner of his eyes, for a brief moment he was frozen. A warm wet feeling on his cheek pulled Y/N out of the haze and he rushed to his bedroom.

Reggie couldn't get the look on Y/N's betrayed face out of his mind. He started this so why does Reggie feel like an asshole? At least that's what he thought. Y/N sat on the bed trying to pull himself together. He didn't notice someone entered the room until Reggie's body was on the bed next to him. "Please...I don't want to fight, Reg." Y/N's voice trembled.

"I don't want to fight with you either," Reggie put his arm around him and pulled the other to his chest."...so just listen. I just really love you and I love that our relationship is just us with no outside distractions. What kills me is that I do want to show you off. Everyone at school should know you're mine and only mine so, when I see some guy touching you the way I like to touch you, and making you smile the way I like too it scares me. It scares me because you're the best thing that's happened to me and I can't lose you. Baby, I'm so sorry for talking to you like that at school and for the shit I pulled downstairs. If you don't forgive me I'll never forgive myself for hurting you."

The room was uncomfortably silent for a while. Y/N rested on his ex's chest. "Dalton wasn't flirting...we were just excited about our acceptance letters. I got into my number one school." Reggie sighed deeply. He stood, holding the other's hand pulling him up as well. 

"If I didn't already feel like the worst boyfriend in the world that definitely seals it," there was sincerity in Reggie's eyes. "You should be celebrating and I ruined it." Y/N tried to disagree but Reggie didn't let him take any blame off him. "I'm proud of you baby and tomorrow we're spending the entire day together. We're going to sleep in til noon, I'll make you breakfast," Y/N gave up a small laugh. "Okay okay, you will make breakfast. Then you'll put on those shorts that make your butt look nice and we go to Sweetwater just you and me. After that, I'm taking you for a super romantic dinner at Pop's where I will announce to everyone that my boyfriend got accepted to Harvard. How does that sound?"

Y/N answered his question with a kiss. "We should go to bed, you're drunk Reg."

"Only if you cuddle me."

"You are a big baby."

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Hi can you do fangs fogarty x short male reader who fights alot

Y/N moved to Riverdale to stay with his cousin, Toni Topaz. Her girlfriend, Cheryl Blossom, was nice enough to allow him to stay in her huge mansion.

If anyone had trouble seeing the familial resemblance between y/n and Toni, they would notice the two are both very short.

Growing up so small was hard. On one end of the spectrum people thought he was adorable and cute but on the other, y/n was an easy target for bullies.

It started with getting beat up a few times before Y/n learned to defend himself. When high school came around everyone's impression of him had changed. Bruises and cuts sometimes covered his body and he was quite the hothead.

The constant fighting is why he has now been expelled from his previous school despite his excellent grades. Riverdale High was a great fresh start and y/n thought Toni's gang friends were a good time. Especially Fangs Fogarty, the hottest guy in Riverdale.

On one of Y/n's first days at his new school some big jock named Reggie cornered him. As handsome as Reggie is y/n was just not interested in his agressive flirting. One unwanted grope later y/n's fist was connecting to the tall jocks jaw.

Fangs pulled the scrappy y/n off of Reggie and dragged him far away. Fangs was shocked to see y/n was just fine after the fight considering his small stature. Fangs was intrigued, confused, and fully attracted to y/n.

Fangs sort of became Y/n’s shadow. Whenever it looked like he was about to lose his cool Fangs would intervene and carry him away. Y/n would hate this with anyone else, feeling small in a guy’s arms, but he did love how Fangs held him. 

The two eventually made it semi-official. ‘semi’ because they weren’t technically boyfriends on paper but everyone knew what they were doing. 

Their friends couldn’t believe Fangs could get the usually stoic y/n to behave so cutely. Fangs will always have his short boy sitting on his lap in the lounge, jumping into his arms when they see each other, and holding his hand between classes or at pops. 

Fangs asks y/n to officially be boyfriends in his trailer. “Aren’t we already dating?” “Yes, but we’re official now shorty” 

Y/n doesn’t really mind the short jokes from his boyfriend mostly because the teasing usually leads to some sexy roughhousing.

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I need cuddles and head rubs today has just been so trash

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Stop please A minute of your time 😭🚨🚨🚨✋

Please, the situation is getting worse and worse. There is no safe place in the Gaza Strip. Hunger has exhausted our bodies. We are very tired. Every time I look at my daughters, I feel a million tears. They are very tired. Maryam is too young for this life and these conditions. I will tell you the truth. When the donations stop, I am unable to provide food and water for my daughters. We remain hungry. No one recognizes us. We are alone.

We only got some food two days ago. I am not asking for pity, but I am asking you to donate whatever you can or share my post or message me. This makes us feel safe that there is someone who feels for me and my daughters. We love you very much. Don't forget us.

Help please 🙏

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We are not facing famine. We are being forced to starve to death by the Israeli occupation. Forced starvation is not just a crime; it is an act of genocide.