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[just-a-joey]

The first Forsakened

Crappy Elliot comic

[madamechrissy]

Pornstar! Suguru

pairings - Pornstar! Suguru x Camgirl! Reader

warnings - oral (m and f receiving) fingering, p in v sex, Suguru is whipped, so is reader, mentions of masturbation, backshots, creampie, light smacking, choking, Suguru has piercingsss

I've gotten a lot of requests for Pornstar! Suguru from Baby you're a Star, so here's a drabble for him!

Pornstar! Suguru who is just a little nervous when he gets asked to join your OF stream, you are so pretty and you've only done solo, so he knows it's a big deal. You're giggling when he walks into your place, starstruck by him, he was one of the most popular stars there were of course! His violet eyes darken when the two of you are in your cute little room, a bed full of plushies and lit up with pink string lights, silky pink blankets and pillows. 'Girly, huh?' he teases, as if he didn't already know exactly what your room looked like, watching as the ringlight illuminates your pretty body as you strip slowly. 'I do love pink, it's true' you murmur, almost a little shy as his eyes devour you - and why? Thousands of people see you, but it's him.

Pornstar! Suguru has done countless shoots, on and off professional sets, but the way you look right now in the warm glow of the light makes him falter for a moment, before collecting himself, seeing your nerves. 'So pretty, shit I'm sorry...' he trails off, making you instantly relax, taking his hand then and looking under your lashes. 'You're a little more experienced at couples' shoots, can you guide me a bit, Geto?' He nods then, turning you and making you gasp out, then bending you over, beginning the stream. You feel such a thrill as sure hands guide up your thighs, and his big hand smacking your ass and making your tummy clench in desire then at the sting.

Pornstar! Suguru displays you like a fucking prize, as the stream goes insane with comments and tips. You whine out when his long slender fingers find your slit, thighs trembling already, slick making the perfect clicking noise just for both of your fans. 'Fuck, this wet already?' He taunts softly, you just whine out, arching your pretty ass up for more. Suguru sinks two fingers in to the knuckle then, groaning as he feels that grip, curling them up, your head falling back as you cry out in pleasure, as his fingers press that spot in your walls that makes you blinded. He has the audacity to slip his other hand up your spine, leaving goosebumps everywhere, lips against your ear - 'bet I make you feel so much better than that dildo you fuck this pretty pussy with'

Pornstar! Suguru thrives off any of his co stars pleasure. But he is dying to bury his throbbing cock inside you then. You may not know, but he's jerked it to your videos countless times, your pussy was so perfect on camera. But in person? - 'Ngh!' - You're crying out now, he feels your muscles clench, when he slips his fingers out, sucking your sweetness off them. That's when Suguru loses it, your taste fucks him up, before you can process he's on his knees, cool metal of his tongue ring flicking your clit. 'Oh my god I- ah!' You're trembling as his tongue devours you, the moans are not for show. Fuck you've never felt this good, back arching to fuck his handsome face. You pause, whispering - 't-too much, I'm so sorry-' only for him to slip his tongue in and out of your cunt in the most delicious tongue fuck.

Pornstar! Suguru chuckles a bit, leaning up as you look back at him. Your hands are gripping your soft pink blankets as his silken black hair falls against your thighs. 'Keep fucking my face, Princess, s'okay' he starts fucking you with that long pink tongue again, slurping you up so obscene to the thrill of your viewers but it's hard to remember they're there when he curls up in your gummy walls and you're gushing down his face. Pressure hitting your tummy making you scream out, head thrown back, shaking. 'Suguru! I'm cumming!' He chuckles, acting like he's not leaking pre against his pants right now, murmuring - 'cum all over m'face, hmm?'

Pornstar! Suguru you've certainly heard of numerous times from friends, but you did not know how talented he was, when you're cumming so hard and he's drinking it all up, tongue ring clicking right on that little clit while he spreads you wide for the camera. He has to remember to get all your good angles, it's what a costar does. Costars don't bury their face like he's dying to again, and costars certainly don't whimper and touch themselves, but Suguru is too lost in that flavor circling his taste buds, licking your juices off his lips when he stands, smacking your cunt with a sharp tap. He takes your hair in his hands, pulling at it - you agreed to it a little rough before hand - but he still whispers in your ear 'this all okay, love?' and you nod weakly as he pulls you to your knees. 'Yes, I'm good, promise.'

Pornstar! Suguru is of course notorious for being caring and thoughtful, but he's usually not rough on set - it was a bit of a special request, since you so frequently find yourself masturbating to his videos - not that you'd say so! - But of course he was your first and only choice for a partner on cam, you were all too shocked when he said yes. He gently smacks your cheeks each, while you suck him, only serving to make you wetter, but something about your eyes darting up and gazing at his perfect, chiseled body so slow makes his cock even more sensitive, you grind against the bed for friction while he fucks your throat. You study the piercings on his flat brown nipples, thumb brushing over the one on his belly button, but your favorite is the one on his cock, the one you're strategically massaging your tongue on, watching his adam's apple bob as his head falls back.

Pornstar! Suguru always uses protection, but he may or may not have ignored the condoms laying there, and you may or may not have said a thing, just eagerly begging him to fuck you - 'now, please, mnh!' with your ass in the air. He grabs your hips tightly with his huge hands, gentle at first, but then he loses his mind inside your hot, soaking wet cunt, his silken locks falling against your back as he bends over you, cock shoved balls deep. You're stuffed so full you scream out, as his hand grips one of your pretty tits, squishing them and twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your head falls back against him when he just rolls those hips - saying the most filthy things in varying tones. 'Tight little cunt, it's a big stretch isn't it?' he says loud for the cam, but then in your other ear, just a murmur - 'Feel so fuckin' perfect wrapped around me, Princess' the contradictions so sweet and perfect you're shattering in front of him.

Pornstar! Suguru is lost in your scent, your moans, how good you fucking feel, he can't pay attention to the absorbent amount of tips or comments, if he did he may get mad, he doesn't think he'd like to read how badly men wanna fuck you. To know he's your first for a shoot like this gets him feral, possessive, one hand around your throat and squeezing now. 'Cum f'me, huh, lemme feel her grip me so good - hah- there it is' you can't tell what's for show anymore, not when he squeezes under your jaw while he slams his cock in, not when you're cumming and gushing arousal all down his veiny length. Not when you're trembling, and begging - 'cum in me, Suguru please!' like a whole fucking idiot, and not when he does just that, giving you both your first creampies on set.

Pornstar! Suguru gets the perfect shot of that cum oozing out of your pretty, abused little hole, the bright pink of your cunt such a stark contrast to the white ropes pouring. He scowls when he reads the comments, jaw clenched- he doesn't know why but he gets furious, shutting off the camera now and flipping you on your back. You giggle, so breathless, hands brushing his locks as his violet eyes go almost black. 'Done with the shoot?' you ask softly, he nods just a bit, before fingering the cum drooling down your inner thigh, shoving it back in, watching your soppy little hole swallow it. 'Not done with you yet, princess' he murmurs, sucking the mix of you off his fingers, cheeks hollowing before he is right back to fucking you, this time kissing you on your lips- and it's off camera.

Pornstar! Suguru has no issue coming back the next morning with a plan B and breakfast, he'd buy stock in them if he could bust inside you five times in one night again. You're all flustered, somehow you have on his dress shirt, messy hair as you take it with your coffee, and he has the faintest blush on his cheeks. The two of you did so well, a whole fucking sensation. So Suguru has to of course bring you to his house next time, to do another stream the next week, and the two of you can't help each other from doing shoots together constantly. Rumors surround the two of you - are you a couple!? - but both of you never answer them, you both assume the mating presses and desperate kisses behind Suguru's curtain of hair speak for themselves.

Sugu needs more lovvve !!

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[t-dubber]

[ THUNDERBOLTS* Movie Night | Art + HC ]

- John Walker was going to watch a movie by himself

- The others trickled in one by one

- everyone winds up falling asleep on one another by accident (mostly, except for Bob and Alexei— they came prepared)

- Bucky’s comfortable enough with these losers to leave his arm off and snuggle with Alpine

- yes this takes place in the old Avengers common room

[okwonyo]

MY KIND OF WOMAN ✶ 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 ──── 𝗂’𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌. 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇’ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ ｡ enhypen x fem ! rea 1854 fluff ✶ skinship kissing alcohol mention crying (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) 书

REBLOG4AKISS

HEESEUNG

your boyfriend feels like he is slowly losing all sense of sanity. as he peeks over at you standing in front of the bathrooms mirror— to busy getting yourself dolled up to merely notice a sign of his presence— he feels his mind slipping away from his fingers.

his leg is bouncing, at the same rate as his heartbeat. he bites down his lower lip, presses it against the higher one and tries to drift his eyes away from your lipstick brushing over your mouth. but he still wants it, he still wants to kiss you that bad.

the sound of his feet against the floor makes you turn your attention to his direction. he looks at you like he knows you are going to deny him again— which is true.

“go away,” you tell him with a laugh but he doesn’t listen. instead, he stops a few centimeters away from you and under your confused gaze, he starts to lower himself. “what are you doing?”

he is soon all the way down to his knees, with his hands clasped against one another in a way that reminds one of a prayer. he looks up at you with such wide bambi like eyes that you can’t help but laugh in disbelief, “pretty girl please,” he starts, voice pleading. “let me give you one kiss before you leave.”

you stay silent as heeseung begs a little more for a the smallest sign of affection. then you giggle as you say, “heeseung, get up,” and he listens. he steps closer to you, who wraps your arms around his neck. your lip combo can be ruined after all, “you are so stupid.”

JAY

the tension in the house welcomes your boyfriend the second his steps inside. it sends chills from the top of his nape down down to his spine. suddenly, his cravat is a little bit too tight around his neck and his hands are getting sweaty.

with his fingers around his cravat, making in a little bit more loose, he walks towards where you could be. “princess,” he calls out for you, following the light that erupts from the kitchen. you didn’t come open the door for him. “i’m home.”

jay likes to think that he didn’t hear your answer and that you didn’t ignore his greeting— but he knows better.

you don’t even grace him with a glance but his breath is still stolen by the sight of you. the smell of your conditioner took all over the kitchen and your skin glows due to the products of your cherished skin care routine. his eyes drags all over your pretty pajamas down to your shorts and your bare legs.

he gets closer to you, waiting for you to give him a little bit of attention. he sighs when you don’t, “can you at least look at me?” he feels like talking to a wall.

it feels like it’s a punishment for coming home too late. now he can’t kiss his pretty lover but he knows how to make things a little better.

and because jay is a real man who doesn’t mind being a little pathetic for his girlfriend, he gets on his knees in his expensive suit and takes your hands in his.

“princess, i’m sorry,” he says as he scoots closer. his puts your hands on his shoulders and puts his on your hips. he can’t help but find the way you furrow your brows extremely hot. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

JAKE

he comes back home red in the face and teary eyed. due to the alcohol running in his system, he stumbles over every single furniture of the house. in the empty hall, he slurs your name in an attempt to call out for you.

you rush to him, “jake, are you okay?” you ask, your ends on his shoulders as he almost stumbles over his own feet. he takes him some time to realize that you are here, standing right in front of him.

his eyes shines even more when he looks at you. you can see your reflection in his growing tears, “my love,” his voice his shaky and wobbly. he doesn’t say anything more— only collapsing his body against yours.

his strong arms hold you firmly. he hides his face in your neck. you can swear that he starts to cry, even sobs a little from time to time while you hug him back. “what happened?”

he doesn’t respond but his grip on your becomes lighter and you feel is body getting lamb, as if he was melting against your warmth. he slides down until he is in front of your feet, on his knees.

he embraces your waist and rests his cheek against your stomach, “i missed you,” he sniffles. he tightens his embrace, “i missed you a lot.”

you pat the back of his head, “i missed you too.”

SUNGHOON

“hey, you,” the tall man says after you open the door. he presents himself in a white tank top and black sweatpants. there is a big bag hoppped over his shoulder, indicating that he just came back from the gym.

you get on your tiptoes to kiss him as a greeting. then you go back on your feet properly and scan his buff form with a smile, “why do you but the gym everyday?” you ask, resting your arms on his naked arms. you squeeze his biceps. “you are already jacked.”

he smiles as you touch him. “are you feeling yourself?” well, yes. his question doesn’t make you stop and you keep on torturing his arms for a while before having pity for your boyfriend.

you step backwards to let him in. he steps closer to you, though, without closing the door behind him. he puts his large back on the floor, “i hit the gym just so i can—” he starts as he kneels in front of you.

sunghoon looks like a prince when he is down there, and that makes your heart skip a bit when your eyes lock with his. the look in his eyes and his goddamn smirk is anything but trustworthy.

“what are you doing?” you laugh nervously. then, you yelp when he hugs your thighs and hops you over his shoulder. as he starts to get up, you beat his back weakly, “put me down!”

he doesn’t. instead, he continues to talk while turning around and closing the door behind him, “—do that.”

SUNOO

“i don’t know,” you start hesitantly as you let yourself fall into the couch behind you. you bite your lower lip— glistening with your lipgloss— slightly before continuing, “i don’t like my face these days.”

your boyfriend can’t help but let a grimace creep on his face. not being your worries doesn’t matter, but because he think they don’t make sense. when he looks at you, all dressed up and glowing from head to toes, he is in disbelief.

“you’re beautiful,” he tells you before thinking. and he wonders, quietly, how anyone else can say otherwise. how can someone so gorgeous fail to see her own beauty?

you huff, clearly trying yet failing to believe his words. “thank you,” your fingers tuck a hair strand behind your ear.

for a few seconds you are too busy avoiding his eyes and fidgeting with your fingers to notice that he has got closer to you. he stands in front of you, and when you finally notice, you are too embarrassed to look up.

he decides to find another way. he gets his knees on the floor, and cup your face tenderly. “look at me,” he smiles when you do. “you are so beautiful that you got a man on his knees for you, who else can say that?”

he brings your face closer to his own. he kisses your forehead while you laugh, then your nose, your cheeks until whispering against your mouth, “you are gorgeous, okay?”

he doesn’t let you go until you nod weakly.

JUNGWON

if there is one person who is a pain to take care of, it’s definitely your boyfriend.

you try to push him away off of you, but he groans and has the audacity to rearrange his position. “jungwon,” he whines when you try to get him off of you again. it’s not like you want to get up for the fun of it, or only because you can’t feel your body anymore, “i need to go buy you medication.”

he doesn’t budge. for a moment, you want to give up and let yourself be swallowed by the mattressunder you. but if he doesn’t take medication, he will be sick, even more annoying than usual. you tickle his stomach, he yelps a laugh. you take the advantage of his weakness to escape.

“no,” he says when you are already out of the bed. he grips into your arm but he is too weak to fight against your strength. your wrist slips away from his fingers, his torso out of the bed. he decides to get up completely and follow you.

“stay away,” you tell while you put your shoes on.

“why do you hate me?” he coughs in despair. then, he literally falls down to his knees. you hand flies to your mouth as he pleads, “i don’t need medication, i need you.”

you stay still for a few seconds. flabbergasted and amused by his antics, you put on your jacket, still. “i love you,” the man is still on his knees when you open the door. “please be normal when i come back.”

RIKI

“you cheated!” he exclaims, yanking his controller in the empty space next to him. he falls back against the couch’s backseat. his faces the ceiling, slowly processing his defeat, as you jump on the couch.

his allegations doesn’t phase you at all: how can anyone cheat at mario kart? perhaps, you did push him with your shoulder from time to time, but he did it back. “i won!” you remind him, cheerful. you don’t hide your mean smile when you continue, “get on your knees now.”

your boyfriend’s large hands fall to his thighs. he sends you a look that clearly asks you if you are being serious right now. “oh, come on,” you giggle at both him and the sight on the television. princess peach is happy to be first place, it seems. “it was part of the bet.”

riki sighs, slowly getting in up. he steps in front of you, “do you really want me to?” he laughs at how happily you nod to give him an answer.

slowly, he lowers himself. he is still tall, even when he is so prettily set on his knees. with a small grin, he looks up at you, “you are the only princess ever,” his eyes follow you when you sit down. “and i would do anything for you,” there is a small pause where he takes a deep breath, “really. now gimme a kiss.”

when such a beautiful man is on his knees asking for a kiss, it’s your job to make his wish come true.

분지 ܃ i hope you enjoyed this longer work <3

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[sugussugar]

boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two of you get sexually intimate.

boyfriend! satoru whose new favorite position is missionary, because it means he can watch your face heat up while he tells you how gorgeous your body is.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

[dmitriene]

cw: omegaverse, mating.

simon ghost riley knows well that you're a really skittish omega, his mate, too, which makes it all only more problematic, but it's shouldn't be an issue for him, not at all, he's sure that if he'll treat you right, pamper and stroke over where you tense in defense, you'll rub your face against his neck and purr sweet little sounds only for his ears alone, so he makes it his mission.

he let's you hiss and scratch all you want, slap his outstretched, offered hand, rumble like a fierce thing when he brushes a thumb down your neck, thumbing over the sensitive curve where your gland hides, blooming ripe and mouthwatering with the most luscious scent ever, and when you see the way his searing, amber eyes eclipse with dilating, opaque darkness, tracing a path of shivers over your skin from his gaze alone, you flee.

you make simon stalk you all around, to dig in the littlest corners you hide in to make sure you're nourished and feeling alright, no fever, no heat, no bite mark from someone who would dare to try, and the unmistakable care that sizzles calmly in his softened eyes makes you warm up, just a little bit, enough to not bite his hand off when he smoothes a palm over your head, or brings you some food he thinks you should have in your ration to be a healthy omega.

reluctantly, he get's to court you, as much as it can be called so, holding his hand barely from touching the small of your back as you walk beside him, the distance between you two getting smaller and smaller, but still there, when you glare daggers at him should he try to smell you, or tense as he touches you accidentally, only a brush, yet, you shiver and lean away, suppressing the flutter of warmth that creeps up your belly.

simon learns that you panic at the permeating scent of alpha pheromones the hard way, when he let's them out, noticing the lingering gazes of the unruly mutts around him that eye you like some bone, and he can't stand it at all, the lurking gazes, how oblivious you are, walking around unmarked, not mated probably, a shame to him, but he tries to be gentle, to take his time with you, yet he can't control the menacing sourness of his scent, acrid against your sensitive sense of smell.

it's scares you, the tang of menacity you pick up on, the way his lips pull up in a snarl, and when he growls, gravelly and loud, you let out an uncontrollable, instinctive whimper, shrinking in the bow of your body, trying to curl, hide, shield yourself with a sharp distress to your pleasantly sweet scent, whirling around your shivering form in waves that reach out to simon, distracting, forcing the haze of an possessing anger dissipate, leaving behind a pang of a quilt.

simon would apologize to you in private, properly, where he'd be able to persuade you to let him show how sorry he is for making you so uncomfortable, with your quivering legs spread wide, dangling at his broad, stretched out shoulders, and his drooling mouth devouring your sweet cunt, pulsing and soppy all over his twisting tongue, the pitch high keen of your voice a delight to his ears, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let him stick in with a tip, perhaps.

he just wants to make sure you'll be safe if he's suddenly wouldn't be any near you, and he was acting so good all the time, even with his gums aching to bite into the tender flesh of your neck, lick over your scent gland, make it swell, and when he does makes you gush in his mouth, swallowing gulps of your slick until dry, limbs boneless, toes spasming in a curl, you don't fight off the feel of his crooked nose digging in the curve of your sweaty neck.

your glassy eyes flutter shut, nails clawing up from simon's shoulders to his cropped hair, sharp, unsure, trying to pull him away and as close as possible, listening to the gravelly, almost purring coo of his voice, soothing your tangled, wracked nerves, and you let him, garbling, mewling, until his sharp canines pierce deep in, chapped, tissued lips suck down to soothe the sting that makes you sob, spine arching painfully, until your body sags completely, useless.

he'd wait for a next, better time to warm you up to try and take his knot, there's no pleasure in forcing you, rushing things, for now, his inner alpha is sated enough, seeing those imprinted dents of his teeth bruising over your neck like a brand, your body cradled close, deep asleep and letting out unguarded, barely audible purrs, humming something illegible as his palm cups over your gland, face nuzzling in the crown of your head, and yes, it's more than enough.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

soft lover boy simon riley who is absolutely obsessed with his little bimbo birdie.

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ “big scary boyfriend simon riley” “guard dog simon riley” what about utterly pathetic soft lover boy simon riley who literally walks around with the biggest puppy eyes for you??

cw: age gap (legal), fluff, simon is a complete softie, oral (f) receiving, simon cums in his pants, inspired by @cinnamongrl2006

simon riley who listened just intently to your questions even if they were a little silly, not caring that he had to re explain everything ten times.

“so like, what does this do?” your perfectly manicured nails disgusting with the small knife that you found in his military bag. “use that for my missions, extra protection,” his strong arms wrapped around you as you stared at the knife like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“but like, why use knives when you have a gun?”

“sometimes i get disarmed, so i need to be prepared.”

you stared blankly, blinking at him before your gaze drifted down. “but you have two arms, so you haven’t been disarmed?” your question genuine as a low chuckle escaped his lips.

“yes luvie, i do have two arms.”

simon who will be at your feet the moment you asked for him.

“si?” your voice soft as you looked around your shared apartment, simon’s footsteps immediately picking up after hearing your voice. “what’s wrong luvie?” his tone soft before gently drifting down to your feet, where you were struggling to put on your heels. “help me?” your big doe eyes staring at him, soft smile cracking through his rugged face. without a response he lifted your foot up, gently placing your heel, making sure it was fit snuggly in. his large hand gently rubbed against your ankle, planting a kiss at your knee.

and of course he carried you in his arms after the function, your drunken giggles filling up the empty streets whilst he grinned like an idiot.

simon riley who indulged in your nightly routines, allowing you to put a face mask and a your pink fluffy head ban on with a bow.

“need to make sure you age well si, don’t want you to be all wrinkly when i’m still going to be hot and young,” you teased as you gently applied the sheet face mask on him.

simon was never one to indulge in skincare, he would often just splash water on his face and call it a day. the moment you found out you made him his own personal skincare routine, the products comically small in his hands as you explained them.

“this one helps with fine lines and wrinkles,” you rambled as you held a small shiny bottle, they all looked the same to him but he listened regardless. “you think i have wrinkles?”

simon riley who would have his whole entire camera roll dedicated to you.

“yer fuckin’ obsessed with that girl,” his captain teased as simon’s phone lit up from your spam of texts, his wallpaper a photo of you with the biggest and cheesiest grin.

“jus’ say you’re jealous cap,” simon grunted as he immediately grabbed his phone, his thick fingers moving along swiftly to respond. it was no secret in the base that simon was utterly smitten with you, responding to your calls and texts even in the most inconvenient times.

not to mention the amount of times he had to upgrade his phone simply because he had no storage left, and he couldn’t bring himself to delete the photos of you.

the distance between the two of you didn’t waved his commitment, even if he was in the base and you were back at home he would carry a little bit of you. it first started off as a small pink keychain that dangled from his vest, then a necklace with your into. he even wore a custom balaclava mask that you bought, with a pink skull instead of a black one. despite the relentless teasing from his captain and everyone else at the base he didn’t care.

simon treated having sex with you as a sacred ritual, worshipping every inch of your body as if he didn’t deserve to see you in your most vulnerable state.

“fuckin’ gorgeous luvie,” his voice soft and tended as he peppered your body with kisses, his scarred hamada soft and gentle unlike the usual violence they were used to.

he didnt care about his own pleasure, solely focusing on you, because if you felt good, so did he.

he loved worshipping you on his knees, his tongue lapping around your creamy pussy as his eyes almost rolled back from the smell of your arousal. “taste so fuckin’ good luvie, like a five star meal.” simon took his sweet time, making sure every part of your body received attention and love. his large hands gently rubbing your inner thighs to smooth your trembles as you came over and over again.

oh, and he would cum in his pants just from eating you out. his hips would shake involuntarily before spurting all over his boxers.

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[viaxslz]

⊞﹑ᶻᶻ﹒⪨﹐ꜛ WHEN YOU STOP DURING A KISS ﹒⁂ꜝ

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: kissing/making out, pet names, slightly suggestive, nothing much not proofread :P

CHAN

He blinks, dazed and breathless, still leaning forward like his lips are chasing yours. “Wait, what— Did I do something? Was it too much? Too fast? Was my nose in the way? I knew I should’ve angled more to the left—” He immediately goes into concerned boyfriend mode, rubbing the back of his neck, rambling nervously with furrowed brows. You can literally see the gears turning in his head trying to figure out if he messed up. When you explain that you just got flustered or wanted to look at him, he MELTS. Like full-on gooey marshmallow mode. “You… pulled away just to look at me?” Cue soft little chuckle, hands cupping your cheeks now, and he kisses your forehead.

LEE KNOW

You pull back mid-kiss, and for a moment, Minho just stares at you. Unmoving. Unblinking. He looks entirely unbothered… until you catch the faintest twitch of his brow. “Wow,” he says flatly. “Did I bore you mid-makeout?” You try to explain maybe you were flustered, or your brain short-circuited, or your stomach made a weird noise but he just squints at you, suspicious. “So you’re telling me I was putting in my best effort, and you just exited the app mid-update?” He looks personally offended for 0.5 seconds. Then smirks. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll just go kiss the cat instead. She never pulls away.” (You hear him muttering to Soonie under his breath five minutes later: “At least you appreciate my affection…”) But he does end up pulling you back in, much gentler now, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “If you ever stop again,” he murmurs, “you better have a damn good reason. Like a meteor. Or Hyunjin screaming.”

CHANGBIN

At first, he’s frozen mid-pucker, lips still slightly parted, eyes blinking like he’s buffering. “…Huh?” He looks around like someone just unplugged his brain, then turns back to you with the most confused expression you’ve ever seen. Like a golden retriever who got told “no” for the first time in his life. “You— You just stopped. Was it me? Was I too aggressive? Too soft? Did I miss? Did I kiss your chin again?! I knew I should’ve practiced more—” You try to calm him down, but he’s already spiraling into self-doubt. Even throws his arms out like he’s in a drama scene. “I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. You found someone with softer lips, didn’t you?” When you finally tell him the reason whether it’s you getting shy, needing a breather, or just being caught off guard by how cute he is, he immediately softens. “Oh. You think I’m cute?” Cue him grinning like a kid on Christmas. “Say it again. Say it three more times. Wait no, kiss me again. Right now. We’re finishing what we started.” Then he makes you reenact the kiss properly, “for closure.” (And yes, he absolutely brags about it for the rest of the day like it’s an Olympic sport.)

HYUNJIN

You pull away mid-kiss with zero warning, and Hyunjin just… stares at you. Lips still parted, eyes wide and sparkly with confusion and betrayal. He blinks once. Then twice. “…Did… did you just cancel me?” You try to keep a straight face, but the way he dramatically slumps back against the nearest surface arms flopping like he’s just been dumped in the most poetic way makes it nearly impossible. “Was it not good? Did I go too fast? Too slow? Was I… too pretty?” You: “You’re literally fine.” Hyunjin: “Fine? That’s it?? Not devastatingly handsome? Not kiss-me-right-now worthy? I’m gonna cry.” (He’s not going to cry. But he will roll onto the floor like an offended cat and mutter to himself in vague Shakespearean despair.) But when you admit you were just teasing him, he gasps. “So you played me?!” Cue playful chaos. He tries to act offended, but he can’t stop smiling. He corners you two minutes later, grabbing your waist like he’s about to perform a slow-mo drama scene. “You’re not getting away with that. Try pulling away again and I’ll chase you into next week.” Then kisses you again just to “reclaim his pride.”

HAN

You pull away mid-kiss, and it takes him a second to catch up. His eyes are still half-closed like he’s waiting for the sequel. “…Did the Wi-Fi cut out or something?” You try not to laugh, but he’s already leaning forward like, “Hello?? I was loading. Why did you press back?” When you don’t immediately explain yourself, he clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. “Don’t do this to me. I already have abandonment issues from when my ramen slipped into the sink that one time.” You: “Jisung—” Jisung: “That one time.“ Once you finally admit you were just teasing him, or got distracted, or simply felt like it he flops dramatically onto your lap, face buried in your stomach. “Unfair. You know my brain is slow and my heart is weak. You can’t just hit the brakes like that.” Then he pops his head up, grinning. “But also�� if you wanted me to beg, you could’ve just said so.” Cue chaotic, overly dramatic puppy-boy behavior for the next hour. Constantly bringing it up with zero context. “Remember that time you broke my heart during a kiss?” “That was literally ten minutes ago.” “And I’m still healing.” But he forgives you with extra kisses just to “finish what you started.”

FELIX

You pull away mid-kiss, and at first, Felix doesn’t even notice he’s still leaning in with his eyes closed like he’s waiting for the encore. Then he opens one eye. “…Did I miss the cue?” You’re quiet for a second maybe your mind wandered, or you suddenly remembered that you left the laundry in the washer, or you were just overwhelmed by a random intrusive thought like “Do penguins have knees?” Felix tilts his head, trying to read your expression. “Wait… are you okay?” You nod, explaining it’s nothing serious, and that your brain just lagged a little. He chuckles softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “You pulled away like you just got hit by an existential crisis mid-kiss.” (He’s not wrong.) Then he gets serious for a second, gazing at you with those gentle, worried eyes. “You sure everything’s okay though? You don’t have to kiss me if you’re not feeling it. I’m just happy being with you.” You were fine, but now you’re blushing over how sweet he is. Felix gives you a soft smile and taps your forehead. “Next time your brain wanders during a kiss, just tell me what you were thinking. Unless it was about taxes. Then keep it to yourself.” Five minutes later, he texts you a meme of two penguins cuddling. Felix: "They DO have knees btw."

SEUNGMIN

You pull away mid-kiss, and Seungmin immediately blinks at you like you just skipped a line in a script he had memorized. “…That’s it?” Deadpan. Expression unreadable. Hands still resting casually on your waist, like he’s not even pressed about it. “Wow. That was… what? Three seconds? Impressive commitment.” You’re trying to explain maybe your brain short-circuited, maybe you remembered you left your phone on the stove, maybe you just needed a moment. But he’s already shaking his head like a disappointed tutor watching you fail basic math. “I rearranged my entire breathing pattern for that.” You: “You’re being dramatic.” Seungmin: “I trained my lips for days.” You roll your eyes, but he’s already pulling slightly away, crossing his arms like he’s filing a mental complaint. “Don’t worry. I’ll just log it in my diary. ‘Kiss: interrupted. Trust: broken.’ ” But the second you lean in again thinking he might actually be annoyed he’s already pulling you back with a smirk, voice low near your ear. “Next time you pull away, you better give me a good reason. Like your soul leaving your body. Otherwise, I’m finishing what you started.” And even though he acts so chill, later that night he won’t stop smiling to himself. Quietly. When no one’s looking.

JEONGIN

You pull away mid-kiss, all innocent, like you didn’t just commit the ultimate crime against his entire soul. He blinks, stunned. Lips still parted. Offended in 4K. “…Did you just— reject me in HD?” You: “Relax, I’m just teasing.” Jeongin: “Relax? RELAX? You can’t just pause mid-kiss like we’re on a Netflix trial—” He dramatically clutches his chest, spinning away like he’s in a low-budget romance drama. “I trusted you. I gave you my lips. My time. My chapstick. And you do me like this?” You’re wheezing at this point, but he’s not done. He turns back around slowly, finger pointed. “Don’t come crawling back when you want more. This factory is CLOSED.” (Factory reopens 12 seconds later when you give him puppy eyes.) Still, he acts like you have to earn it now. He’s all smug, leaning back like, “I don’t know… should I kiss you again? Are you mentally prepared this time?” But when you finally do kiss him again properly this time he just grins against your lips and murmurs: “Took you long enough. I was literally seconds away from texting Chan that I’ve been emotionally betrayed.”

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[squipa]

let me shatter into you

— aka jason knows better than to let anyone get away with hurting you

———

your eyes trace the brown-yellow bruise forming on your wrist, the consequence of some asshole on the street too drunk to remember it isn’t polite to grab pretty girls. you would’ve let it go, really, it’s gotham, this kind of thing happens. unfortunately for the poor bastard, he had the misfortune of forgetting his sense in front of jason todd.

you try to hide the bruise before your boyfriend can see it, sliding the tarnished patch of skin under the sleeve of your jacket with haste— but he catches it anyways. of course he does. you can faintly see shocks of green lightning crackling in his ocean blue eyes, a precursor to the white hot rage stemming from his chest to the rest of his body.

you gently squeeze his arm, noting how tense the muscles in his bicep are. you know jason. you know he loves you differently— like you’re something fragile. he worships you, taking care of you like you’re a marble statue and he’s terrified of finding cracks. so something as small as a bruise, no matter how tiny or how minor, it makes him lose control.

he gently removes your hand from his arm, pressing a chaste kiss against your bruise. “why don’t you go back to that café, yeah? i’ll join you in a minute.” he says, looking down at you with a soft smile. if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’d completely gotten over the situation, happy as a clam.

but you do know him, and you know that the way his shoulders are tensed and his free hand is fisted in the pocket of his jacket means that he’s enraged.

“jay—“

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, giving you a gentle smile. “please, baby. i don’t want you to see this.”

you should stop it. you should try. but he’s looking at you like that and your morals suddenly become incredibly loose. you hesitate, remembering the waves of repulsion you felt moments ago when that idiot bastard yanked you towards him. “just… don’t hurt him bad.”

jason nods, turning you around and guiding you forward, watching until you turn towards the cafe before he focuses his attention on the man, who is still too piss drunk to comprehend how badly he had fucked up. you hear jason before the door fully closes behind you, an echo of “so you think that’s how you should treat a woman?”

he’s terrifying. that drunk idiot must be terrified.

and he’s yours. scary dog privileges and all that. it makes you feel warm, safe, loved, protected— you’re irrevocably in love with that. with him.

he comes back in a few minutes, maybe fifteen? the wait stretched on for hours in your mind. his knuckles are bloody, but none of it is his. he cleans up in the bathroom before sliding next to you on the cushioned side of your half-booth, wrapping an arm and your shoulder, breathing you in like a man starved.

“he’s fine.” he says quietly, so only you can hear it. “just made sure he learned to keep his hands to himself.”

you close your eyes, leaning into him, into his warmth. you don’t say anything— you don’t have to, the way you bury yourself against him is admission enough. his arms wrap around you and the bruise fades back into your skin. your heart beats with more love than you thought it capable of producing, your chest swelling like it’s about to burst.

you press a gentle kiss against his chest and everything makes sense again.

———

it’s always when i say i’m not gonna write that inspiration strikes

[ghouljams]

It's Soap that turns to him and goes "why dae ya smell like pussy?"

of course it’s soap the one that can smell pussy from an hour away, i knew we were going for realism with this one, but this was the nail in the coffin lol

also ghost just shrugs and takes another sip of his drink as if eating pussy in the alleyway behind the pub was his regular wednesday night

and the rest of the 141 just go back to their regular conversation too, like yeah i guess it does happen sometimes, who are they to judge anyway? they’ve all done something alike in the last month for sure

- Morph

Johnny spends the rest of the outing moping and trying to convince Ghost to point you out. Surely anyone willing to get eaten out in an alley once is willing to let it happen twice. It's not like Soap is above sloppy seconds, hell he's eaten enough come out of enough birds to be considered a dump himself, and unlike some people he actually washes up after training. He doesn't understand why he isn't allowed to go after Ghost's bird! The only reason he doesn't try to sniff you out is because Gaz grabs his shoulder and forces him back down into his seat, telling him to stop bothering the locals. God he's like a damn feral cat, absolutely decimating the native songbird population.

As if any of them are better than him. Price snuck off to the bathroom not even 30 minutes after they'd gotten drinks and Gaz is posting up to fuck the bartender as soon as they close up shop. Soap's the only one not getting any and it is entirely because he is being a freak about it. Calm down my man, there's plenty of pussy to go around, you don't always have to clean up after your mates.

[n0tsketchyy]

Headcannon that Alfred has a secret Instagram account. He just posts about the insane household accidents at Wayne Manor with literally no context. 

His most popular post is simply captioned "Master Tim set the kitchen on fire attempting to make toast. Again."

Somehow, the account has over 500,000 followers of people growing increasingly invested.

His other popular posts include:

Muddy footprints acrross a gorgeous ceiling: “I have many questions about how Master Jason's boot prints came to be on the ceiling of the east wing corridor. He refuses to explain beyond claiming it was 'definitely Tim's fault' and that 'gravity was being unreasonable today.' Master Bruce has requested I not ask further questions.”

A photo of numerous coffee mugs hidden in bizarre locations: "The ongoing archaeological expedition to retrieve Master Tim's forgotten coffee cups continues. Today's discoveries included one inside a houseplant, two behind the grandfather clock, and one inexplicably on the chandelier."

A broken window with an arrow through it: "Master Damian's archery practice has once again violated our agreement about 'appropriate indoor activities.' Master Bruce has been informed."

A ceiling covered in colorful splatters: "Master Dick insisted his acrobatic skills would allow him to carry an entire birthday cake while performing a triple somersault. The ceiling disagrees."

An image of a completely disassembled grandfather clock with parts meticulously arranged on the floor: "Master Barbara asked for the time. Master Timothy decided the clock was 'running 0.002 seconds slow' and required immediate intervention. Dinner will be delayed until the main entrance is passable again."

The east wing covered in rubber ducks: “Master Dick claimed it was 'for science.' When pressed further, admitted it was retaliation for Master Jason's previous week's glitter bomb incident. Have scheduled additional therapy sessions for all parties involved.”

Alfred never mentions Batman or vigilante activities, but the posts are so outlandish people straight up have conspiracy theories about them.

Follower: "Time travelers. It's the only explanation for how they survive. They redo the timeline when things go wrong."

@ ManorMishaps: "If time travel were involved, I would hope they'd prevent incidents rather than merely surviving them. The toaster budget alone would benefit from such intervention."

Follower: "Alien research facility. The purple slime? The color-changing ceiling? ALIENS." 

@ ManorMishaps: "I believe you've been watching too many science fiction programs. Though I must admit the ceiling phenomenon continues to baffle our contractor."

Follower: "These are clearly stunt performers for action movies. No normal family could cause this much property damage." 

@ ManorMishaps: "An interesting theory. However, I've yet to see any of our incidents recreated in Hollywood. They lack the imagination."

Follower: "Wait, is that a BATARANG in the background of the third pic???" 

@ ManorMishaps: "I believe you're seeing the shadow of an unusually shaped serving spoon. Nothing to see here."

[blanc-ci]

There needs to be more “Spock exhibiting cat-like behavior” posts and I for one am happy to provide

(Also for @jelliedlimes !!)

[cosmicalily]

'hormones are high' ot8 skz headcanons by @cosmicalily | skz during your pregnancy

“give me more than just some butterflies.” - ‘juno’ by sabrina carpenter

author's note: lowkey the final entry of my little juno triology! find the previous part here x warnings: pregnancy (obviously)

hormones are high...with chris

so fucking overprepared, but in the best way possible. you don’t have to lift a finger or even think, only sleep, eat, sometimes throw up and tell him about your day. he immediately switches to work from home as soon as you tell him your news, and usually ends up working during the late hours of the night so he can spend most of the day taking care of you. already has researched the best brand of cloth diapers, the safest baby strollers and car seats and the best brands of baby food and prenatal vitamins. he practices putting on the baby carrier for his morning walks and becomes a pro before you’re even at 6 months. definitely protective, no, you’re not allowed to touch the bump, ask first, jesus christ.

hormones are high...with minho

there’s distance between you, but the comfortable kind. he’s not the type of guy to need to have his hands all over you (or your bump) constantly, but just likes to quietly observe you from a distance. even if he’s not touching you, he’s always got an eye on you, making sure you’re happy and comfortable. this doesn’t mean there’s no physical attention, though. he’s a big fan of featherlight kisses down your neck or collarbone while he cradles you from behind, letting you lean into him and distribute some of your front-heavy weight. he’ll be cooking for you regularly, reading articles on pregnancy and nutrition to make sure he’s only feeding you (and mini minho) the absolute best. overall just a very calm, supportive and protective presence throughout your pregnancy.

hormones are high...with changbin

gets so offended when you complain about how the pregnancy weight will make it harder for him to carry you everywhere, and takes it as a challenge. tells you to shut up (politely) about your concerns about the size of your bump, reminds you that you’re beautiful and literally carrying a human, and that for god’s sake, he benches double your weight anyway, of course he can still carry you from the bed to the sofa. how rude to think otherwise! he massages your back when it aches, your shoulders when they cramp and kisses your cheeks when they’re warm from your nausea. he’s committed to becoming a superdad; early mornings, gym, time outdoors. we’ll see how his plans unfold.

hormones are high...with hyunjin

oh, he goes into nesting mode instantly. starts painting pictures for the baby’s nursery, curating pinterest boards for the room’s decor, planning all sorts of mini creative projects to document each stage of your pregnancy. eventually, he settles on painting on your belly (with nontoxic paints, of course) for each month, taking photos on a film camera to have developed after you give birth. he’s anxious at times, getting worried when you complain about back pain or nausea, feeling guilty that there’s nothing he can do about it. he’s absolutely infatuated with your bump, constantly pressing kisses to it or admiring it from a distance. poor guy, he’s down bad.

hormones are high...with jisung

he’s definitely more on the anxious side, but tries to keep it toned down to avoid worrying you. googles anything and everything to make sure your pregnancy is on track, and asks so many questions at every doctor’s appointment that you have to gently remind him that you’re the one carrying the baby, not him. among his nerves, there’s a silly side to jisung that you’re thrilled the pregnancy brings out in him. he makes jokes and giggles, chatting to your bump every evening while you cuddle on the couch. makes silly songs and lullabies, and is convinced that the baby’s first word will be ‘j-one’. he’s already clingy, and the fact that you’re carrying his little human only intensifies this.

hormones are high...with felix

oh goodness, he’s so excited. tries to keep it lowkey to avoid overwhelming you, but every morning he can’t help but giggle, absolutely taken over by how overjoyed he is that he gets to go through this with you. bakes and cooks whatever your heart desires, and isn’t afraid to try whatever horrifying pregnancy craving you’re obsessed with. lots of cosy nights in spent making your little future family in the sims, planning the nursery and discussing baby names. he’s also well educated, doing as much research as he can so you don’t have to worry. so many hugs and kisses, and he’s constantly requesting for bump photos whenever he’s not at home with you.

hormones are high...with seungmin

another very gentle and comforting presence in your life. despite his usual teasing behaviour, his softer side fully blossoms during your pregnancy. still calls you stupid from time to time, but it’s okay, because you’re now carrying his future stupid. immediately switches the beans in your home coffee machine from regular to decaf, and finds the best brand of decaf coffee for you to drink, making sure you stay away from all sources of caffeine (matcha is particularly difficult for him to withdraw from you). you spend a lot of time just resting on the couch with him after a long day, letting him rest a hand gently under the swell of your belly as you talk to him (and the baby) about your day.

hormones are high...with jeongin

a million and one silly nicknames for his baby before it’s even been brought into the world. some of them are sweet, like ‘bean’ and ‘peanut’, and some are downright mortifying (‘pet sperm’ is your least favourite). he’s excited, but also remains pretty calm and tries to keep his focus on you and your wellbeing, checking up on you constantly both in person and over text to make sure you’re alright. he loves coming with you to buy baby clothes, and trust, when they arrive, they will be the best dressed at daycare! likes to keep a hand on the small of your back while you’re out in public; it makes him feel closer to your bump than holding hands does.

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[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

♡ TW: yandere, noncon, incest, blind!reader, twin!satoru,

♡ FEM reader

Overprotective twin brother Satoru…

He was born with an abundance of cursed energy, while you got none and no heavenly pact or anything at all to show for being a Gojo.

You can’t even see curses. In fact, you can’t see at all.

It’s as if in the womb, Satoru harvested everything for himself so that you would always depend on him.

He sees it differently, though. He’s the older twin—and that means everything to him. You’re his. His good half. You were born with the heart, and he was born with the rest, all in order to spare and protect you.

“The royal guard walks at the front to keep the princess safe” is something he started saying when you were younger. “That’s why I was born first. To keep my princess safe.” 

He always holds your trembling face in his hands while saying it. And although you can’t see, you still feel it, how he’s sticky and warm, soaked with the blood he’s spilled—all in the name of protecting you.

You don’t think you were scared of your twin brother when you were toddlers, but you’re not sure. You were still young when he learned how to use his techniques. He’d never had any tolerance to speak of and no mercy to spare when that non-existent tolerance was tested. Still, of course, he’d never ever think of harming you.

That’s not what worried you…

No, rather, it was the staff and any other unsuspecting visitor you feared for and how they might have the misfortune of crossing the hair-thin tripwire that triggered your brother’s cold-hearted rage.

Maids were fired every other day—often after having suffered at his hands, sometimes with limbs missing, sometimes with senses lost. None of them could ever measure up to his standards, especially when it came to you. You were to be treated like a goddess, not a child, despite that being what you both were. His sister deserved only the finest and was to be dressed to new perfection every day, hand-fed only your favorites, and never ever allowed to lift even a single finger yourself. That’s how Satoru saw it.

And if anyone were to fail to understand that, they’d meet with his swift judgment. Even being blind, you’d still see the awful glowing blue of his eyes before the screams and the sudden smell of rust all around.

You remember the first time it had happened. Your nurserymaid had insisted it was time the two of you no longer shared the same bed—said it wasn’t proper. You must have been about six years old. One second, she was there. Next, you were covered in her.

The two of you had slept in it. 

No. Satoru had slept, tucked snugly against you as if nothing was amiss. 

You had barely slept since.

You never stopped sharing a bed. You’d tried at a point to tell him how it wasn’t right, how it wasn’t something siblings should do. He’d only asked you who’d put those silly ideas in your head. And you’d been wiser not to raise the thought again, fearing for the lives he might decide were responsible.

Still, despite his lack of moral restraint, you’re older before he decides sleeping in the same bed just isn’t enough anymore.

You’d always known of the way he looked at you. You’ve felt it. Always there as a silent voyeur during your dress fittings and baths, studying you in a way a brother shouldn’t. You’d done your best to ignore that ever-present feeling of yearning coming from him in those moments he’d touch you, feeling his long slender fingers run cold over your bare skin, always insisting on giving you a helping hand, to dress and to undress, to eat, to walk. 

You’ve always known what he’s wanted.

Still, you’d thought some type of decency would hold him back from ever acting on it. 

You realize now how foolish you’d been…

As head of the Gojo clan, he makes decisions as he sees fit and announces your engagement before the entirety of its ranks and members as if it were only obvious. And under the pressure of his six eyes, no one dares even utter a gasp at the outrageous prospect. No, all they do is smile and clap while giving their blessings.

In the end, you’re the only one who objects.

“Satoru?” you ask after the assembly. Walking, or rather wandering, unsteadily on your plank shoes in the direction of his voice, hearing him talk about clan matters he’s never bothered to include you in—it’s not for you to worry about, is all he’ll ever say. Always treating you like a child despite being the same age.

“Princess!” he exclaims, rushing over to you, holding you up as if you were in danger of getting knocked over by a sudden draft. “What are you doing up? How many times have I told you, just tell the carriers where you want to go and they’ll take you there.”

You purse your lips and bite your tongue from sounding too chagrinned. Embarrassed enough already to want to cause more of a scene. Only muttering, “I can walk fine on my own–”

But Satoru isn’t convinced, nor concerned with the same matters as you, much too busy with protecting you from the terrors of standing on your own two feet. 

“You’ll exhaust yourself. Come,” he decides, dismissing the elders he'd been talking to.

You listen to them leave, lifting a hand to call them back, “No wait, but–”

But nothing. As always, Satoru doesn’t listen. Picking you up without further bickering. He lifts you off your feet and carries you away like an infant, back to the cozy den of pillows and blankets he insists you sit on during assemblies, calling it your throne despite it not being much different from your bed.

He doesn’t set you down. No, instead, he sits down with you, holding you in his lap as he gets comfortable in the plush nest.

“So, princess? Did you like my announcement?” he asks cheerfully. Already picturing you in wedding attire—so hopelessly incapacitated in the heavy layers, how you’d need his help every step of the way, even with walking down the aisle. 

“We can’t marry, Satoru…” You break his line of thought with a mumble. “You’re my brother.”

You're unable to say it with your chest—rather, you only muster enough courage to whisper it. Feeling anxious about his reaction. All he ever seems to care about is dolling you up so you can sit pretty next to him. And for so long, he hasn’t allowed anything else. You have no idea what to expect now that you’ve finally asked. 

Of course, you hope he’ll respect your words and see reason, but somehow, you doubt he’s ever really thought or cared about what you think you want—intent on making all those decisions for you.

“Silly princess,” he starts, closing the distance between the two of you by cupping your face as he so often likes doing, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip. “Who else would we marry if not each other?” 

It’s as you thought. He doesn’t understand, nor does he care to. And still, there aren’t many options other than you trying to reason with him. Despite only being brave enough to do so by mumbling, “It’s—it’s… not right...”

To that, he just hums, nose-kissing you despite how you try to duck your head away—his voice dumbifying your worry, saying “Don’t you love me, princess?”

It’s an unfair question… beside the point, and yet to him, it makes the point. Still, there’s nothing else to say but “Of course, I love you, Satoru.”

It comes out as a croak, somewhat choked in the feeling of hopelessness, all of which he just finds so endearing. Rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he watches those milky eyes of yours grow teary.

“Then who’s to say it’s wrong?” he croons, kissing your forehead as if you’re a silly child crying over silly things, and further explaining it to you just so, “We’ve belonged to each other since birth. Marriage is just to appease society's structures. It means nothing compared to what we already have and have always had.”

His other hand kneads your midriff, keeping you snug against him as if sensing how you wanted to leave. But you don’t try it. No, you barely manage to shake your head.

“I love you,” he says, but it isn’t the same way you say it. No, it’s something far more disturbing. “Sometimes, I wish we were the only two people on earth, like it was when we shared the womb together.”

You shudder, feeling his breath hit your face with your heart causing a ruckus in your chest, telling you to do something to stop what’s coming.

“I want to be close like that again. Just you and me and nothing else.”

You accept it for a moment—his lips against yours. Thinking you had no choice. But as you sit there, willing yourself to stay still, a sickness starts climbing up from the pit of your stomach, until you suddenly can’t stand it anymore. 

And with both hands pushing him away, you shriek, “Don’t!”

Prying yourself out of his embrace, you throw yourself back so fast you end up falling out of the elevated throne bed. Still, the pain in your rear barely registers as you wipe your mouth free of the spit your brother had left behind. Cringing at the stickiness, feeling nothing short of abhorred, as if it were the last thing that should ever touch your tongue.

“It’s disgusting. I won’t. I—” You’ve raised your voice now, for the first time in your life. Your brows furrow as you put all your might into the next words. “I refuse.”

And then, as if almost regretting it, you swallow thickly. Ears burning for any sign of his reaction, everything remains silent, deadly so, only disturbed by the heavy ups and downs of your own labored breath. 

Until…

“Disgusting?” he repeats.

And you don’t know why, but something about the edge in his tone makes you whimper and shuffle back. It was as if something about the very air changed, feeling heavy, crushing, all of a sudden.

“No… You don’t mean that, princess.”

You hear his steps come after you, soft first, stepping through the pillows, then light against the marble tiles, unhurried, knowing you’re not able to go anywhere. 

“You’re just reciting whispers you’ve heard,” he hisses under his breath. Then, darker, growling, “I ought to cut out everyone's tongue. That’ll teach them.”

“No–” you object, but he’s done now with listening to you. 

Shutting you up instantly with a dismissive, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, princess. I’ll teach you too. This is how it’s meant to be.”

You kick off your plank shoes at that, struggling in your heavy dress as you twist around onto your hands and knees before getting up, holding the many fabrics in your arms as you run—only… you have no idea where. 

Anytime you’d snuck out of your room to explore the grounds, trying to map out a route you’d never dared admit was for an escape attempt, your brother had always come and collected you before you’d made it down the first hallway. And so, blinder than blind, you’re completely lost even in your own home. And the panic makes you slip on your skirt before you’ve even made it halfway down the assembly chamber, accompanied by the awful sounds of your own fumbling being echoed back as if mocking you.

You hear him sigh heavily behind you. And then his hand grips your upper arm, harshly—in a way you’ve never felt. 

It’s enough to make you yelp, starting to thrash—panic in your chest, you’re shaking your head, trying to pull yourself free by pushing him away. “Please, Satoru—please, let go–”

Before you know it, you’re pushed flat against the floor. Cushioned by your weighty dress, it’s like a soft bed, but with the way Satoru holds a hand over your mouth and forces you down, you feel as if you’re drowning.

“Keep this up, princess, and eyes won’t be the only thing you’ll be missing,” he barks. Not even giving you enough time for the freight in your chest to settle before worsening it. “Run away, and I'll take your legs. Fight me, and I’ll take your hands. Keep talking back, and I’ll take your tongue too.”

Balanced between your legs in the mess of your skirt’s many layers, bearing over you with his back hunched, he keeps you pinned as your whole body starts to quiver. 

“Is that what you want?” he questions. “Is that what it’ll take for you to behave?”

More tears flow then, in nothing short of a storm. Flooding down your cheeks, wetting the hand he’d locked over your mouth.

It brings a pang to his chest, and he realizes what he’d just said.

He peels his fingers off your lips, then cups your cheeks instead, shaking his head. 

“No, princess, I didn’t mean that—you know I didn’t. I would never hurt you—you know that—”

He kisses your forehead again, then your nose, then your lips, then your neck, where he nuzzles himself as he continues to coo at you, “Sh-shh, princess. Listen to me. Listen to your big brother. I just want to love you. Won’t you let me love you?”

You sob, shaking your head, trying to crawl out from beneath him and the tongue he has against your neck, sucking and biting at your collar with a mouthful of heated words, “Trust me, princess. I’ll take care of you. You’ll see. Just like always. And there’s never been anything wrong with that.”

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note — i accidentally posted the hcs before i was done! >~<, more anul content :>

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yandere!prince who drives himself mad over every interaction you have with another male, it's an unspoken rule that no one is allowed to look you in the eyes because the clingy bastard has a careful and constant eye watching over you

anul hardly ever lets you out of his sight, he goes, you go, you go, he goes. it's law.

so on the rare cases where he does have to leave your side, safe to say he's more than just a little grumpy. ( he slit the throat of his personal advisor because he was talking to loud )

your just doing you job, the job you were meant to do, cleaning and preparing for a party held for nobles in his upcoming inauguration. anul is obviously dreading this party, his father is being picky about evey little thing and said he'd banish you if he tries to bring you along. (he doesn't actually care he just is waiting patiently for the day he becomes king and his fathers word will mean nothing)

whats worse is theres this insect on his arm, buzzing nosily to him about nothing, the only good thing that actually came from it's mouth was when she asked about you.

"Oh you mean [Name], she's perfect isn't she?" He doesn't wait for a response, Anetha is dying listening to him go on and on and on about you, and she hardly gets it anyway! Your a maid, born from slum and you're hardly that pretty anyway, what did the Prince of Salttion see in you.

She makes a horrible mistake and tries to find out herself.

"Hello m'lady how may I he—" you don't get to finish your sentence before Anethea's gaurds are stomping you into the ground. It's not like you havent been in a situation like this before, but it's the fear of not knowing if you'd be able to escape let alone survive that makes you sob tears into your blood.

You're shoved into a closet before your found, Anul had tore every room apart looking for you ( literally, the door came flying off it's hinges as you fell to the ground unconscious. ) and sees pure, blood raging red when he cradleds your head in his lap. not even his father tries to reprimand him for his attentiveness to you, who ever had done this would pay in blood.

He can't control his breathing as they cart you away, he's right there with you of course, Anetha watching pleasantly, he catches the look and saves it for later.

When you finally wake up you feel sore, definitely brtter then when you were bloody and hurting in the dank closet but sore nonetheless. Anul is right besides you, his long violet hair wafting on your bed, his face planted into the cushions of the mattress breathing softly. How long had you been out? How long had the prince been here? He certainly didn't look like himself, hair messy, clothes rumpled.

You hesitated for a moment, reaching out to stroke his soft wavy hair, then without warning his jumped up and statched at your wrist. His eyes were bloodshot, (had he been crying, did something else happen while you were out?) and the hold on your wrist was only getting tighter.

"A-Anul, you're hurting me." he lets go in an instant and immediately sits up to hold you in his arms.

"Oh god, I thought you—" he choked and let go to place a kiss on your lips. they were chapped, but warm.

you only blinked, he didn't care that you hadn't kissed him back. "I am going to gut that pig alive you hear me?" he said squeezing your cheeks.

"I am going to peel her insides till they look like confetti alright?" he said desperately, "I failed to protect you, and look what happened. Oh my baby, my poor baby." he cried, kissing your cheeks lettinf his tears fall freely on his face.

"And you [Name], are to never leave my side again, I've already made arrangements for you to sleep with me so it won't be a problem." you flinched at the finality in his words but Anul couldn't tell.

All he could see waa the bruising of your face and a lot of bodies he'd have to dispose of, because he wasn't just going after that noble who'd set you up.

For generations he declared then and there anyone involved (directly or indirectly) in the attempted murder of his wife, would die a shameful and slow death.