#PLEASE GOD ID GIVE ANYTHING

[cirrus-grey]

Sorry, okay, I don't give two shits about any of the plot or insights dropped in this episode, I'm too stuck on Trevor Herbert, MP.

[solachal]

I GOT THE SHIT BITCHES ITS TIME. IT ONLY TOOK NINTENDO 84 YEARS AHHGHGJFJFJJ

THE ADRENALINE I GOT FROM SEEING THE COVER NCNGNF AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

my biggest dissonance is how robert de niro in once upon a time in america actually looks like young carlo (but more handsome than carlo) but noodles character is nothing like him like max is a certifed carlo core. he would do everything max did

[oh-gh0st]

In any universe he loves you, it may take a bit for him to realize- but your loyalty and devotion to him is more than enough to draw a man back in, to change him for the better, to drink from waters unhindered, because the one who holds the cup seeks to love just the same. He can have no less, can do nothing but match you, worship you- the one to complete him.

MUFFLED CRYING. SOBBING

[anistarrose]

[ID: a screenshot of Emma in the Looker Bureau in Pokemon XY. Below is a screenshot of an office from the Legends Z-A trailer that has an identical layout, with a central desk and a small kitchen in the corner. There's also a conspiracy board on the wall with photos attached to a map of Lumiose. End ID.]

ID RECOGNIZE THAT OFFICE ANYWHERE!!!!! EMMA SIDE QUEST 2!!!!!!!!!

[frostbite-the-bat]

i am. not having fun anymore. lmao. fuck this fight

[sammyloomis]

slowing going insane at work because im stuck in a windowless basement for 9 hours a day with zero stimulation because the music is loud enough to be distracting and i have no cues for most of this thing so im just constantly Waiting to be asked to do something i may or may not have to do

[mooningningg]

۶ৎ JJK Men reads thirsty tweets! with sukuna.

۶ৎ ningning, shout out to the people who said these diabolical things, was very entertained writing this.

he walks in already irritated.

not even two seconds on set and sukuna’s cracking his neck, arms folded, thick brows pulled together like someone made eye contact with him at a stoplight. there’s no PR team, no handler, no smile. just him, four fucking arms, a deep scar under his eye, and an attitude like he’s one inconvenience away from leveling the studio.

"why the fuck am i here again?" he mutters, tugging the mic wire from under his shirt like it’s choking him.

"reading... what? thirsty tweets?"

he lets out a dry, ugly laugh. “nah, fuck off. y’all got no shame.”

his tongue clicks. he plops down in the chair, massive legs spread like he owns the planet—which, honestly, he could. shirt open, tattoos sprawling down his chest and arms, the lower pair of his hands cracking his knuckles while the uppers take the first card.

he squints. already mad. "alright. who the fuck said this one."

tweet #1

@nottellingofname: tbh... not even malevolent shrine can keep me away from that belly mouth. GIVE ME THAT D!!!

he blinks. blinks again. "...no. nah. what the fuck?" he holds the card away from his face like it physically stinks.

“what do you MEAN ‘not even malevolent shrine’? that’s a domain expansion. it slices anything with intent. you’d be cubed. diced. dead.” he flips the card like it’s gonna give him answers.

“GIVE ME THAT D??? WHICH ONE?! I HAVE FOUR FUCKING ARMS—WHAT D ARE YOU EVEN REFERRING TO??” he glares into the camera, visibly disturbed. "and y’all say I’m the monster.”

tweet #2

@fushigurozm: both holes both dihs 🙏🙏🙏

he just stares. long. dead silent. “…both—what?”

he squints, like the letters are rearranging themselves. "what the fuck is a dih. no, I’m not doin’ this." he turns to someone off-camera. “this some Gen Z slang? that a fuckin' Pokémon?? what the fuck is this goddamn language?”

he mutters, “both holes—bitch i’d break your entire ribcage.”

tweet #3

@ryomen: sukuna could fold me into a pretty pretzel and do w h a t e v e r he pleases. insanity? maybe. but CAN YOU BLAME ME??? THE GUY HAS F O U R ARMS AND A BELLY MOUTH(!!!) the things i think about this man are so unhinged and amatory. he could slice me apart in his domain and id probably have a big smile plastered on my face before dying. #wanthimlikeoxygenatp

his upper left hand just slowly covers his mouth. “...y’all need fucking help.”

he's silent, blinking like he’s trying to process just how far humanity’s fallen. “amatory?? the fuck is this, a fanfic? you will die. not a ‘smile plastered’—you’ll be in pieces, get that through your thick-ass skull.”

he throws the card down. "and stop romanticizing the fuckin’ belly mouth. it’s for intimidation. not your fuckin’ freak fantasy."

tweet #4

@ssetsuka: Sorry I was staring at your enormous heavy tits, can I carry them for you my king 😼

he freezes. “...i—what the fuck did you just say?”

he looks down at his chest, slowly, like maybe he’s been walking around with D-cups and didn’t know. “enormous… tits?”

he’s genuinely offended now. “TITS?? these are pectoral muscles, you absolute perverted degenerate. what the fuck is wrong with you?” he throws the card. just flings it across the studio.

tweet #5

@yumiyawning: give me the dihs or wtv cupcakke said 👅

“WHAT IS A DIH.” he shouts.

“WHY DOES IT KEEP COMIN’ BACK?? STOP SAYING IT LIKE I’M SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT MEANS.” he growls like an animal. “and who the fuck is cupcakke."

tweet #6

@kyovy: i know im not cinderella but i know damn well it'll FIT 👅👅👅👅

his eyes narrow. “fit…?”

then realization hits. “…oh you disgusting little shit. you talkin’ bout your—fuckin’ hell.” he rubs a hand down his face, and the lower one clenches into a fist.

“it’s not a damn glass slipper. i’m not Prince Charming. i’m a curse. a mass-murdering, body-snatching, god-killing demon.” a pause. “…also, it won’t fit. you’d probably die. just sayin’.”

tweet #7

@tetsuski: screaming, crying, throwing up and coughing up blood cause I'm not currently in bed with ryomen sukuna confessing his undying love to me as he shows me what that mouth belly can do

“the fuck is with y’all and this mouth.” he points to his abdomen like he’s personally offended it’s become a meme.

“it bites people. it doesn’t sing. it doesn’t do fucking kisses. it eats. you’d be a snack in under five seconds and i wouldn’t even digest you fully outta spite.” he sighs, deep and long. you can tell he’s regretting immortality.

tweet #8

@avietnu: Need his cock to split my whole body in half from my pussy straight up to the top of my head

he stares at the card for a solid ten seconds. no words. just disappointment. “…nah, see.”

he flips it over, reads it again, flips it back. “y’all need to be in chains.”

he holds the card up to the camera. “look at this. look at it. she said ‘from pussy to the top of my head’ like it’s a fuckin’ seam rip. you got a death wish? i got a blade tongue, four arms, and cursed energy that could annihilate cities—AND Y’ALL WANNA FUCK.”

he tosses the card violently behind him. “what is wrong with this generation.”

tweet #9

@longlivegojo: sukuna could call me a slur and I’d write it in cursive on my mirror with lipstick

he immediately stands. just stands. “WE’RE DONE. I’M DONE. I’m packin’ my shit. That’s it. I refuse.”

someone off-camera is howling, but he’s already pacing. “a fuckin’ slur? i got fans out here tryin’ to get verbally abused so they can write it in fuckin’ cursive?! where do you people come from?”

he yanks his mic off, muttering to himself. “fuckin’ lipstick on mirrors… y’all got too much free time. get a fuckin’ job. touch dirt.”

a crew member tries to calm him down. “ryomen, just one more—”

“NO. NO MORE. I CAME HERE OUTTA COURTESY, NOT TO BE SEXUALLY HARASSED BY A FUCKIN’ FANBASE THAT WANTS TO GET RAW DOGGED BY A CURSE WHO CAN REARRANGE TIME AND SPACE.”

a beat. “…and for the love of all that’s holy—STOP SAYING DIH.”

he storms off the set, jacket flapping, one hand still muttering “dih? dih???” while the belly mouth grumbles and snaps at air like it’s pissed too.

viewers later report he did destroy a Starbucks two blocks away out of pure frustration.

[morthstaar]

Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽

ask and u shall receive 😈

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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?

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Captain Curly

-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.

-there is no slow realization.

-not at all oblivious to it.

-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.

-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.

-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.

-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."

-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.

-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.

-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.

-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.

-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.

-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"

-cheeky motherfucker.

Intern Daisuke

-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...

-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,

-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"

-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.

-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,

-his ass still is clueless.

-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.

-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.

-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..

-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.

-compliments you to see what you would do.

-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"

-runs away.....

-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)

Nurse Anya

-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.

-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.

-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..

-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.

-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??

-"thank you for the-oh... book."

-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.

-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.

-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?

-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.

-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.

-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.

-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."

-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.

-her eyes are on you.

-so this is what a heart attack feels like..

Mechanic Swansea

-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.

-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.

-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...

-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.

-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."

-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.

-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..

-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.

-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.

-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because lets be honest.. you are quite neglectful, and the sticky note quotes,,

-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."

-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.

-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.

-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."

Co-captain Jimmy

-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.

-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.

-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.

-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.

-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.

-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.

-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..

-"do you mind? you're in my way.."

-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.

-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.

-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.

-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."

-then later he's like..

-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."

-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women come to him.....

[monzabee]

loooove nanny!reader so much!

if you're still open to requests, I have an idea for nanny!reader as Hotch's emergency contact, getting a call that he's been injured at work, expecting the worst but it's actually some minor thing not even unsub-related and Hotch is just stressed because he knows that she's going to use this to fuss over him and boss him around while he recovers (and trying to ignore an excitable Garcia who's just there for the nanny!reader gossip again)

totally do whatever you want with the prompt if you fancy it!! I'm in love with everything new you put out for them ❤️

emergency contact - a. hotchner

criminal minds masterlist || part of the nanny series

Summary: the nanny gets called in as hotch’s emergency contact, he can’t remember having her number added as such. 

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: something is brewinggg, mentions of hospitals and hospitalization, penelope garcia is a guardian angel and also their biggest shipper (rossi’s got competition), they are in love your honor, FLUFF

Author's Note: okay thank you SO MUCH for this request because it fit in perfectly with my plans for this series and i hope you like it!! i think i might be obsessed with this series as much as you guys, and thank you so much for all the love you've shown to nanny!reader! just a little reminder that my requests are still open if you want to see a particular scenario!

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

The entire situation is ridiculous, is what Aaron decides as he lays on the hospital bed. He has been in this situation more times than he’d like, and this time is no exception.  

Except, maybe it is. 

Because when the door creaks open, and he expects a nurse or maybe Penelope—who insisted on getting him to the hospital as his ‘designated guardian angel’, her words, he gets you. You, with your oversized sweater and piano tiles on your skirt and that “I dropped everything and came running” look in your eyes. You, with your hair still a little windblown and your bag falling off your shoulder, clutching your phone like you’re prepared to swing it as a weapon if need be. 

And you look terrified. 

“Mister Hotchner,” you breathe out, rushing to the side of the bed before he can say anything. “Oh my God. What happened? Is it Jack? Is it you? Are you okay? You’re not bleeding, right? Is it internal bleeding? Did you lose consciousness? Why didn’t anyone call me sooner?” 

He blinks. “They called you because you’re listed as my emergency contact.” 

You freeze. “I am?” 

“Apparently.” 

There’s a beat. Your eyes narrow. 

He knows that look. That’s the nanny look, the one you give Jack when he tries to hide broccoli in his napkin. He’s about to say something reassuring, or at least divert your attention, but you beat him to it. 

“What do you mean, ‘apparently’?” you hiss, already examining the ID band around his wrist like you can cross-reference it with your own records. “You don’t just accidentally list someone as an emergency contact.” 

“I didn’t list anyone. The Bureau updates those files automatically if you don’t fill them out.” He exhales and looks at the ceiling. “And clearly, someone thinks you’re the best person to call if I pass out at work.” 

Your expression softens just slightly. “Wait. You passed out at work?” 

Penelope appears in the doorway like she’s been waiting for her cue. “Because he hasn’t been eating or sleeping or listening to anyone, and apparently twisting your ankle in the bullpen because you're dizzy is what gets you admitted to a hospital now,” she says brightly. “Hi, sunshine.” She waves at you and leans in for a quick hug. “You look very panicked and very pretty. Please tell me you yelled at someone on the way in. Or better yet—are you staying with him tonight? Do I need to ‘accidentally’ forward Jack’s bedtime routine to the team chat?” 

“Garcia,” Aaron groans. 

You ignore both of them and lean closer. “You twisted your ankle?”  

“It’s fine,” he grits out. “A minor sprain. The doctor was... insistent.” 

“Oh yeah, his ankle is totes fine.” Penelope assures you, then nods towards the monitors beside his bed. “They admitted him because they were scared he could have internal bleeding, again.” 

It’s a good thing you’re at the hospital, because you’re fifty percent sure you’re having a brain aneurysm to all the new information you’re getting about your boss. “Again?” You ask, then blink. “Internal bleeding, again?” 

He shifts on the bed, trying to sit up straighter without wincing. Fails on both accounts. “It wasn’t like that,” Aaron mutters, eyes flicking to Penelope like she’s the one who betrayed him. “They were being overly cautious.” 

“They always are when it comes to him,” Garcia says sweetly. “Big scary FBI man walks into the ER saying he got a little dizzy, and everyone suddenly wants to scan his organs like he’s an alien specimen.” 

You ignore her and press the back of your hand to Aaron’s forehead. “No fever,” you murmur, more to yourself. “How’s your vision? Any nausea? Headache?” 

“She’s doing the thing,” Penelope stage-whispers. “The ‘I read the entire WebMD archive just in case Jack ever gets sick’ thing.” 

You don’t look up, it’s not exactly a secret to Aaron that you’ve been reading the parenting blogs and all the medical journals you can get your hands on—just in case. “That’s because someone forgot to mention any of this when I dropped Jack off at school this morning.” 

Aaron sighs and closes his eyes like he’s summoning the patience of a saint. “Because it wasn’t a thing this morning.” 

“And yet,” you say, crossing your arms, “you still managed to faint in front of your coworkers and twist your ankle. Not exactly a clean record for the day.” 

“I didn’t faint.” He dissents in his Unit Chief voice, which does nothing to scare you, or Penelope for that matter. 

“Dizziness-induced collapse,” Penelope clarifies. “It was very dramatic. Like a Victorian woman overcome with emotion. We almost broke out the fainting couch.” 

“I tripped.” Aaron offers. 

Penelope sheepishly adds, “While dizzy.” 

You huff, your worry solidifying into full-blown exasperation. “You tripped because you haven’t been eating or sleeping properly, right?” 

Aaron says nothing. You raise your eyebrows.  

Still nothing.  

Garcia makes a game show buzzer noise from the doorway. “Survey says: guilty!” 

He closes his eyes. “Exactly what I was afraid of.” 

“What?” You turn your attention back to him.  

“This. The fussing.” He sounds almost fond through his exasperation. “You're going to make me soup, aren’t you?” 

“Of course I’m going to make you soup!” You gasp. “What kind of monster do you think I am?” 

“Honestly?” Garcia pipes up, biting into a vending machine granola bar. “The kind of adorable, overprotective, secretly-in-love nanny monster that fanfiction is built on.” 

“Penelope.” “Garcia.” The of you complain at the same time. 

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving. But only because I want to check if the hospital’s security cameras got a good angle of the ‘nanny crashes into waiting room’ moment. I’ll pick up Jack and he can stay with me—and don’t you try to suggest he stay with JJ, she got him last time! Okay, bye!” She wiggles her fingers in a wave and disappears. 

The moment Garcia’s heels click down the hallway, you finally allow yourself to breathe. You hear Aaron let out a similar exhale, and then he asks, “Do you think she added you as my emergency contact on her own?” 

“Oh, Mister Hotchner,” you scoff, laughing lightly as you nod, “she ‘totes’ did that on her own.” You sit back in your chair and cross your arms. “I’m making you soup,” you announce with conviction. 

Aaron shoots you a tired look as he lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m sure you are.” He then takes you in—really takes you in. He takes in the scared look in your eyes, as if seeing him didn’t calm you down enough. He takes in the way you’re breathing—how you’re still breathing erratically. He takes in the way your hands are gripping the armrest of the chair, the way your jaw clenches as if you’re holding back. “I thought you were still mad at me.”  

“God forbid my worry for you overpowers my distaste for your short fuse, Aaron.” You mumble, not quite looking at him as you shift in your chair, trying to appear more composed than you feel. The fact that you’re still holding onto the armrest like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded feels a little ridiculous, but you can’t bring yourself to let go. You glance at him, catching the quiet way he’s watching you. There’s something in his eyes—a mixture of vulnerability and exhaustion—and it makes your heart tighten in your chest. “I’m not mad at you.”  

“Hm,” he mumbles sleepily, his voice low, like he’s not sure whether he believes you or not. “You have piano tiles on your skirt.”  

You glance down at your skirt, noticing the piano tile print for the first time since you rushed to the hospital. The tiny pattern almost feels like a personal joke between the two of you now. Of course, this would be the thing he picks up on, not the fact that you just ran here, practically on the edge of a panic attack, because your boss was in the hospital.  

You snort, letting the tension in your chest shift into a light chuckle. “I’m aware. Thanks for the fashion critique, Mister Hotchner.” You catch the way his eyes drop drowsily, “Go to sleep, Aaron.” 

Aaron lets out a low hum, his eyelids fluttering as if he’s trying to keep them open, though the exhaustion is clearly winning. “I’m not... I’m not that tired,” he mutters, the words slurring just a little. His eyes meet yours, but there’s a distant look in them, like he’s trying to fight the sleep pulling him under. 

You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward just slightly. “You’re exhausted. You’ve been running on fumes for days.” You sigh, feeling that familiar mixture of concern and frustration. “Stop pretending like you’re invincible. Please.” 

He gives you the smallest of smiles, the kind that says he's aware of how ridiculous he's being but doesn't have the energy to argue. “I never claimed to be invincible,” he murmurs, his voice nearly a whisper. “Just... don't let me sleep too long, okay?” 

You nod, your heart doing that soft ache in your chest again. “I promise. But right now, I think you deserve a few hours of rest.” You stand, your hands still lingering on the armrest of the chair as if to make sure you're still anchored to the world, to him. The idea of him lying there, vulnerable and fading into sleep, makes something shift inside you, like maybe it’s not just about the soup anymore. It’s about him. 

With a soft exhale, you reach over, adjusting the blankets over his legs. “I’m making soup,” you repeat in a whisper, but this time, it’s not so much a declaration as a quiet promise. 

Aaron’s eyes flutter close, the last flicker of awareness leaving him as his breathing deepens. “I’ll... I'll hold you to that,” he murmurs, already halfway to sleep. 

You watch him gradually fall asleep, your heart tight in your chest. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the softness of his features as he finally lets go, all seem to slow down time. It’s such a simple thing, watching him sleep, but it feels like a privilege, something you never expected to witness. You move in an attempt to go back to the chair, but his hand reaches out to still you. Then, you hear his voice again, barely above a whisper. “You’re still here?” 

And this time, you can’t hold back. You reach over, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your hand lingering there for just a moment longer than necessary. “Rest, Aaron,” you whisper. “I’m here.” 

[gojos-version]

What a slutty concubine

Pairings- Y/N x Hein era! Sukuna

Summary- Your village gave you to Sukuna as an offering, so you became one of his concubines. He seems to ignore your presence for weeks until today.

Warnings- Monster fucking (if Hein era Sukuna counts as that), pet name (little one because you're physically smaller than him and he's 8ft. brat is used), his tummy mouth is used, mating press, double penetration, size kink, tummy bulge, very light choking, doggy style, full nelson and no protection.

Word count- 2.5k

Proof read- ✅

A/n- Hello!! This is the result from the poll i did yesterday! I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it :) I told yall id cook and make it filthy >:P Please feel free to request anything or drop any suggestions!! I hope you have a lovely day <33

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“Master Sukuna requests all of you to be lined up outside his chambers.” Uraume’s voice rings out, making you stop what you were doing. You nudge the woman next to you and whisper, “What’s going on?”, she nudges you forward softly whispering, “The king does this a few times monthly, or every few days depending on his mood. He chooses one of us to spend the night with.” She grins, “Come, let us go now or he’ll be mad.” You nod your head nervously and follow closely behind her. 

Spend the night with him? You think to yourself. What does that mean? Your heart races thinking it could mean..he’d kill you.. Or.. you stop yourself from thinking about that and shake your head. Not the time. It's not like he'd choose you anyway. He’s completely ignored you for weeks. You kneel down next to the other concubines bowing your head respectively. You hear his loud thump thump thump of footsteps. You want to look up at him but you can't bring yourself to. “They are here as you requested, Master.” you hear Uraume say and then Sukuna hums. “Excellent”, you feel his eyes scanning around the room, your heart racing feeling his gaze on you. 

“You. Come with me.” He orders, you lift your head up and Uraume nods their head at you, “Everyone else you are dismissed.” they order out. You feel your mouth go dry as the other concubines glare at you, some scoffing as they walk back to the room. The one you were talking to before smiles at you, giving you an encouraging “Don’t worry you can do this! Let me know how you go, okay? I’m Akari!”, You let out a small smile to her, “O-okay.. Thank you Akari, I’m y/n” you introduce yourself back. You didn't talk much to anyone when you got here, you did speak to Akari for a bit but never really got the chance to introduce yourself or know her name.

“Y/n, come. You don't want the King to be infuriated.” Uraume interrupts, you swallow thickly nodding your head and follow them into Sukuna’s chambers. You grip the sleeve of your kimono as you trail closely behind Uraume. They knock on the door, “You may enter.” Sukunas deep voice trails out. Your heart races as Uraume steps to the side and gestures for you to walk in. with shaky legs you walk into the room and the door shut with a soft click! “Don’t be afraid, little one. Come.” He orders. For a moment you take him in, 4 big muscley arms, a giant mouth on his abdomen, its expression mirroring his face. He's got 2 arms crossed and the other 2 by his side, all 4 of his eyes watching you. You step closer to him, standing in front of him. “What is it that you want, My Lord?” you ask, trying not to let your voice shake. He raises a brow and grins, “Answer me this, little one, are you pure?” Pure? Does he mean a virgin? If he's not happy with my answer what if he kills me?

“Um.. I am not pure” You answer truthfully. You've been with only one man in your life but, in the village you lived in before you were offered to Sukuna. You had a happy relationship with your boyfriend but god he didn't even say anything as the villagers pushed you towards Sukuna screaming out you were the offering. You see him hum thoughtfully. “Normally I'd kill you for it but since you were given as an offering, I'll give you a chance to please me.” Your eyes widen, you've only really done it once with your boyfriend. It was a fresh relationship before all this happened! It might not have been the best but to you it was more than enough.

“T-thank you, Lord Sukuna.” You bow politely. Now what? Do you strip? Do you wait for him to kiss you? Do you get on the bed???? His voice interrupts your thoughts, “Strip and sit on the bed.” He orders as he turns around to take off his own kimono and he hangs it, while you step out of your kimono and undergarments. Hesitantly you sit on the bed laying on your back. “Good.” He praises, he crawls on top of you and takes your lips in his. You kiss him back and god you feel his tongue dominating yours, your body heats up, his tongue working against yours making you moan softly into his mouth, it feels like electricity shooting through your veins from a simple kiss.

Your now ex?? boyfriend never made your body react this way with a simple kiss. His lips part from yours and he starts nibbling at your throat. “How many times was he inside of you?” He hums against your skin. Your mouth runs dry, “U-uh once”, You hear a hum of satisfaction. Sukuna moves down to your breasts sucking on your nipple harshly, groping and fondling the other one. You feel yourself get damp, slick dripping down your sopping cunt down to your ass. You've never gotten this wet this quickly. You were almost concerned you got your period early from how goddamn soaked you felt. One of his hands goes down, touching your tummy down to your cunt and oh he laughs when he feels how damp you are. “Look at how wet she is” he smirks, his palm cupping your cunt. Your heart stops when you feel something wet and slimy against your sopping cunt. “Relax, it's just a mouth.” He grunts out, putting more pressure against it. You gasp out a moan, your hands reaching out to grip his shoulders.

“L-L-ord- Ah-!” You moan out as the tongue on his palm pushes deep inside of you, bullying its way into you. “Yeah? Feels good, hm?” He says smugly, sitting back on his heels to watch you, he can see your slick dripping down your thighs and making a wet spot on the mattress under you. You feel a knot in your stomach tightening up making you gasp and moan wildly. “S-suk-una-! A-ah! C-clooooosee!!” you whimper out gripping the sheets with a steel grip, your walls clenching around his tongue. Suddenly he takes his palm off of you, “That’s ‘Lord Sukuna’, little one.”, “I-i’m s-sorry!” You say a bit too loudly. You watch as he slips his undergarment down revealing not 1 but 2 thick, long cocks. 

Your eyes widen and your mouth runs dry. “M-my L-Lord I-im not sure i can-” He cuts you off glaring at you, “You will take them.” your heart races. ‘It looks like 1 is painful. How the hell am I gonna be able to take both?’ You think to yourself, your body feels really hot, you're breathing heavily watching his every move; spreading your legs in anticipation. He notices and smirks, he hovers over you propping your legs up to your chest. You are folded in half your cunt in clear view, so soaked with your ass hole in his view too. He takes his top cock and rubs the tip on your slit, bumping your clit, his precum and your slick mixing together. You can hear his cock and your sopping cunt connecting and every move he moves his cock up and down your slit you can hear the wet squelches your cunt makes. 

He starts to slowly push the tip in, immediately the stretch stings from the sudden intrusion. “Calm yourself.” He mumbles but god he won't admit it outloud, your warm wet cunt clenching around his tip makes him want to shove his entire length into you and fill you oh so full of his cum. You nod your head blearily trying to relax yourself as you feel him sink his cock into you. 2 of his arms grip your thighs, pushing your ankles to your head while his other top arms grip the headboard. He thrusts the first few thrusts slowly allowing you to adjust but after that? His thrusts speed up to an inhuman pace, his mushroom red tip slapping against your cervix hard. You don't moan, you scream out from how heavenly you feel right now, if it's possible somehow above that. Suddenly his left top arm leaves the headboard and his palm covers your mouth, a mouth forming on his palm and it shoves its tongue down your throat making you let out muffled moans it greedily swallows. Sukuna looks down and god he could cum right then and there at the sight of your stomach having a bulge from how big he is. When he thrusts in the bulge is right there and when he pulls back to shove his needy cock into you again and again the bulge disappears and reappears with each motion. You feel a knot form and you feel like you're about to explode. You can't even warn him because he has his hand covering your mouth with its tongue down your throat.

Your drenched cunt grips his cock like a vice, your eyes roll back and you sink somehow further into the mattress and you see not stars, pure white as you start shaking from how good you felt. You hear him grunt out a few curses and he fills you to the brim of how much cum comes out. He lets go of your legs and removes his hand off your mouth. With a swift motion he flips you over, on all fours. “We aren’t done yet, brat I’ve got a lot more in me.” He lines up behind you and pushes his bottom cock into your cunt making you moan out in surprise. “T-there's- more-? A-ah!” You whimper out feeling his tummy mouth's tongue licking your ass, the hole specifically. He stills inside of you breathing heavily and his tummy mouth stops dampening your hole, his top cock bumping against your hole making you shiver in anticipation. 

“P-please..you can put it in..” and oh you feel so pathetic for saying that when he smirks and laughs. “Oh? You’re not so scared now, hm? What happened to your complaining, brat?” He mocks, his tip circling your hole. “I-i’m warmed up now- i didn't mean it before- Lord Sukuna..” You add, not wanting to make him mad. You definitely didnt want to lose your head, especially mid fuck. “Mhm, sure little one.” He laughs and starts pushing the tip in making you gasp and cover your mouth, not wanting to be too loud. He sinks his top cock into your ass making your body feel like jelly; your head slumps against the pillow. 

You let out a string of muffled moans feeling him loom over your body as he begins thrusting both of his cocks in each of your holes. God he was going to destroy you. You feel his hips pistoning against yours, pelvis and balls slapping making a lewd plap! Plap! Plap! Each time he abuses your cervix. Both your hands grip the pillow with all your might, “M-my L-Lord-A-ah!” You squeal out as you feel his cocks so deep inside of you. Your eyebrows pinch up as your head’s slumped into the pillow, your body being used like a fuck toy to satisfy his needs. 

You feel that familiar knot in your tummy, hazily you turn your head and look over your shoulder to find Sukuna breathing heavily on your shoulder, cheeks flushed with his lower set of eyes watching you and his other 2 shut. His mouth on his abdomen licks where you're both connected from your sopping cunt and your ass that's leaking with his precum. “Stop looking at me, brat.” He mumbles out, as you go to look away and apologise one of his hands wrap around your neck, not enough to hurt you but just enough to have the edge of your vision blurred. 

“I-I’m-” Is all you get to cough out before you're squirting messily over his cocks. “Yeah that's it, take it.” He grunts out before filling both of your holes, not to the brim but past the brim, his cum leaking out of you as he thrusts sloppily riding out both of your highs. You see white as you shake uncontrollably. His hand lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, suddenly when you think it's finally over it's not. 2 of his arms grip your thighs, the other 2 grab your middle and upper body which makes your body follow his as he lies backwards onto his back, 2 of his hands holding your thighs up to your chest pinning you against him as he thrusts both of his cocks messily into your holes. “H-ah! M-my L-Lord- p-pleaaasee-ah! Ah! Ah!” You scream out as he bottoms out inside of you with every quick, harsh thrust. 

One of his hands snakes down to your clit and a mouth forms on his palm, licking and sucking your clit making you scream and cry out wildly. “S-s-uk-n-ah!” You whimper out, he moans as your holes clench around him, he hisses slightly then covers your mouth with his free hand and a mouth forms on it the tongue, tongue fucking yours making drool from the corner of your mouth drip down to your chin. 

“You’re so nasty, brat” Sukuna hisses out and bites your neck, your moans and squeals muffled by his nasty mouth on his palm. Your body feels limp just sitting there and taking it. You can feel his heavy breaths against your upper neck where he's biting down, your eyes crossed as you mindlessly claw against his biceps. He's beefy. Huge biceps. “What a nasty, filthy, slutty concubine I have. I’d say your village made an exceptional offering.” You feel yourself flush at his words. Right now it feels like his cocks are trying to rip their way to your lungs, his tongue trying to go down your throat, his tummy mouth trying to soak your back and ass and his other mouth trying to bite your clit off. But right now the lines between pleasure and pain blurred the moment he stuffed you full of his cock.

Your puffy cunt and ass squeeze his cocks like you're milking him making a moan slip out of his pink, pouty lips. God youd scream right now if you could but thanks to his tongue fucking your mouth you can only let out muffled guttural sounds. Your stomachs warm tight knot knots up signalling you're oh so close to coming all over his cocks. Your vision feels faint and you feel light headed from the pleasure but youre so close. Your cunt and ass squeeze around his cocks as you squirt again soaking his pelvis and legs, your eyes roll back and the last thing you can feel is his warm cum filling you up once again as you pass out. “Brat, did you pass out?” When you give no answer he lets out a ‘Hmph’ as he pulls out of you, grinning in satisfaction as his cum leaks from your holes, your tummy plump from how much he finished inside of you. 

The sheets are soaked and so are the both of you. He puts a towel around his bottom half as his cocks soften up. “Uraume, take care of her.” He orders out, “Yes, sir” They nod, wrapping you in a towel and taking you to your bed. He hums to himself silently thinking, he’s definitely going to have more fun with you in the future.

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[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hushed fantasies ¡

pairing brother's best friend¡nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary thinking you were messaging your friend, you accidentally sent your brother's best friend a thirsty paragraph about him, with Nicholas opening it before you get a chance to delete it. what you were not expecting was the leading conversation, causing realization to wash over you as he hints your desire is not one-sided after all.

contains suggestive, sexual tension, a bit of dirty talking, a brief kiss, flustered reader, cocky nic, hes also very freaky (uhh???)

a/n this is the silliest thing ive ever written i was giggling the whole time while writing it. likes and reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

word count 1.7k

You: the amount of self control i have is insane because why do i not have this mans dick in my mouth rn please i need nic so fucking bad its not even funny anymore he is everything i want in life id let him use me any day morning afternoon n night im available ugh i dont even get the ick when its him he was acting like a dad earlier yelling at us to grill the meat right and it was so adorable ill call you daddy u want me to call u sir i dont kink shame im down for whatever king omg stop he got hurt earlier and he GROANED???? i almost fell to my knees YAHOOO he definitely whimpers #needthat 10/10 i just know its thick ooh tip pink shade #d97e77 thats insane till my knees are bruised and my throats scratched my panties fell tears are rolling down my thighs OMG PLS can you feel my pain hes so bodangshis how does my brother look at him and not wanna fuck him id be all over him if that was my friend gahhhd!!! hes actually so sweet he kept speaking to me earlier so i dont feel left out of the conversation and i find that adorable do u think he slaps it before he cums oh my his girlfriends so lucky im ab to put her in a headlock ahaha this is gross no man should have this much of an impact on u unless their dick is big and the sex is absolutely amazing yooo what he probably knows how to please a lady id be hard if i had a dick rn STOPP he has a happy trail im gonna lose it hahah lets find out where it leads i dont wanna think ab that im going crazy literally pulling my hair out that should be u baby GIVE ME A CHANCE?!!!! thinking ab him makes me so nervous this is getting a little too srs ahaha okay im sorry hows life?!? i miss u :(

Sending that message, you were anything but expecting the response you got in return, not from the man himself, that’s for sure.

nic: oh?

nic: i think you got the wrong person

You audibly gasp, realization washing over you as you read over the message. That was, in fact, not for Nicholas, nor was it for anyone but your friend to see.

You panic, putting your phone down to process what happened, needing a moment before responding. Right, you needed to do that.

But why did he see it so fast? He didn't even give you time to comprehend your message, the text switching to read in an instant.

Hell, it was midnight, and it’s been a long, tiring day for the both of you, having been out the whole afternoon, merely to come back to the hotel and spend more time with your other friends.

Everyone decided to end the night off early; early being a bit before midnight, with you heading to your room afterwards. Your brother and his best friend shared the room taking place next to yours, making it easy to reach out to him.

And for that, you were grateful since Nicholas was with him; meaning you got to see more of him throughout this trip.

You’ve had a crush on Nicholas for god knows how long, with it starting the moment your brother befriended him. You’ve technically gone through all the phases he experienced, hell, you saw him more than your own parents.

He was sweet, a little too sweet, perhaps it bothered you. Nicholas was very known among women, he knew how to attract a lady, showering her with praises until he eventually got what he wanted.

That made you extremely jealous, knowing you couldn't have him. He was forbidden, off-limits, someone you could only admire from afar.

And that stupid crush of yours led to this conversation, one you didn't want to discuss.

You: i didnt mean to send that to you

The text switched from delivered to read right away, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

nic: clearly

nic: i dont have a gf btw

Why did he feel the need to clarify that, and why were you relieved over hearing it?

You buried your face in your pillow, feeling heat reduce from your body. You’ve never been this embarrassed before, not around Nicholas. While you were weird sometimes, it was never this bad.

He wasn't supposed to know about this, nor discover it the way he did.

You: cover your eyes pls

You: this wasn't for u

nic: you sure?

nic: are there any other nics in your life?

Your stomach twisted at the message, hand coming up to cover your mouth as an audible gasp escaped your throat. How could he say that?

You felt all sorts of emotions wash over you, unable to process each one of them as you read the message over and over again.

You: what if there is

The question was risky, it could either end with him telling your brother, or him teasing you over it and brushing it off. Either way, you couldn't have him, so why not just fuck it and go with the flow?

nic: then that would be disappointing.

Your breath caught in your throat, vision going blurry as Nicholas’ bubble kept appearing and disappearing.

nic: id really hate that you feel this way about someone else

Oh my god, were you dreaming?

You could not believe your eyes. You turned off your phone, letting the dimness of the room seep through for a moment before you unlocked your device once again, heart skipping a beat when you realized it was real.

Nicholas, your brother’s best friend, might have been flirting with you, but that’s just in your head, right…?

You: ??? wdym

nic: you first

nic: was this about me, doll?

The pet name made you weak to your core, spiraling you over the edge as you put your phone down for a second. You took a deep breath, feeling your face heat up at how suggestive the boy sounded.

He sounded so desperate, you weren't sure if it was the tiredness, or him being genuine. Either way, you’re fucked, because you’re willing to do anything for him, even if it means breaking your heart.

You: what if it was

You: what will you do ab it

You felt nauseous as you waited for a response, groaning when the boy disappeared for a minute. Did you say something wrong? Why did he suddenly leave?

nic: then id risk it all

Speechless. Your mouth hung open, chest filling with lust as a breath heaved out of you.

You: are you saying this because you’re tired

nic: no

nic: god no

There was no ounce of self control in your body left. You almost screamed, overwhelmed by a new sense of emotions.

Is this how it felt? Because fucking hell.

You: it is

nic: it is what?

You: this is so embarrassing

You: why are you making me admit it you know exactly what im talking about

nic: baby

nic: jus tell me

You: no you suck im going to sleep

nic: WAIT no come here youre so cute

You blushed at the message, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips. God, he’s such an idiot. And you were totally swooned for him.

You: i literally just sent you a message talking ab how much i wanna suck your dick what about that is cute

nic: oh? so you do admit it

You: …

You felt nervous, realizing how serious this has gotten. From a silly message turned into you contemplating whether this was a good idea. The last thing you were anticipating while typing that message was a confrontation, one from Nicholas; at that.

nic: you couldve told me yk

You: do you hear yourself

nic: ? what

You: nic you know this is wrong

You: youre gonna wake up tmr and forget all ab it

nic: you knkw

nic: yoirw so fucjinf hot

You came to a halt, noticing the amount of mistakes the boy was making. Your mind wandered somewhere else, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.

You: what are you saying

nic: fucking hell

nic: take the hint baby

You froze in your spot, tongue coming out to wet your lips, suddenly feeling heat travel to in between your legs. Don’t give in, don't give in, don’t give in.

You: what

nic: you couldve asked me if you were curious

nic: i wouldve happily showed you

That sent you over the edge. Your mind went fuzzy, unable to process the last few texts you received from Nicholas. He was being serious, dead serious, you were sure of that.

The texts you exchanged always revolved around your brother; usually Nicholas asking whether he was home or not. However, this one was different.

He was hinting something, something very risky that you were unable to resist.

You: dont say that

nic: what, you don't believe me?

You: nic

nic: give me five

You stared at the message on the screen, confused on what he meant. Your eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement, awaiting a message, merely to get nothing in return.

As you were about to shut your phone and go to sleep, it pinged, the notification startling you awake. You clicked on it immediately, mind going hazy as you read the message over and over again.

nic: open the door

nic: im outside your room

You didn’t hesitate as you got up, swiftly walking your way to the door. You unlocked it with haste, vision going blurry as you caught sight of Nicholas, who was standing inches away from you now.

He looked just as desperate as you were, maybe even more. And that was it, it was all you needed to pull him by the collar and cease the distance between you two.

The moment his lips collided with yours, you realized that maybe it’s worth ending up with a broken heart, because Nicholas tastes fucking addicting, and you found every way to make good use out of that obsession.

The possession of knowing he’s off limits, yet here he was, eagerly kissing you numb.

[pocketprncess]

honestly pls just ANYTHING with tony! id love some fluff but i mean hey i wont say no to some spice too hehe. need to be affectionate and kiss that big hunky man

MMFMFFFF TONYYYYYY !!!!!! my blue collar husband i miss him sm

trying to distract tony before work

cw: suggestive, mdni, gn reader

after managing to get tony to lay in bed with you some more before he had to leave for a job, you tried to cherish every single second of his full attention. him in his work shirt and boxers, overalls yet to be put on, and you in one of his t-shirts, you both were comfortably tangled up in each other under the sheets.

clinging onto his side with an arm and leg thrown over him, you basked in his scent of cologne and faint wood shavings, somehow complimenting each other perfectly. he watched as you buried your face into his shirt, and faintly heard you take deep inhalations. "careful, sweetness. you're gonna smell the cologne right off'a me," he chuckled, gently pinching your side. you whined at the feeling, continuing to sniff him anyway as if you were trying to commit it to memory. "can't help it," you mumbled into him, "you smell so good."

he rubbed your back as he shook his head, almost in disbelief at how cute you were being. "yea, what can i say," he grinned, "i do smell really good." then it was his turn for a pinch on his side.

much to your dismay, you then heard the alarm go off, indicating that it was time for tony to leave if he wanted to get to the site on time. you whined as he moved to sit up on the edge of the bed, begrudgingly leaving the comfort of you. "duty calls, sweet thing," he sighed, always hating having to leave you. "tony..." you whined, following behind him. hooking your arms around his shoulders, you placed a line of soft kisses down the side of his neck. "can't get up without a kiss, tone," you mumbled into his skin, earning you a light groan from him at the sensation. the ultimate distraction! "just a kiss, doll?" he lowly chuckled, knowing full well what you were playing at.

"mhm.." you innocently nodded, sucking down onto his neck. he faintly groaned at the light pain, letting you mark him up as you pleased. thank god he wasn't completely dressed yet, he thought to himself; he was getting harder by the second. after very briefly letting you enjoy yourself, all too quickly, in your opinion, he was quick to turn around and gently push you down onto your back on the mattress. he pulled you by your hips to the edge of the bed, trapping himself in your legs and pressing his growing bulge into you. you gasped and keened at the newfound position and sensation, bucking your hips in an attempt to get more of that delicious friction. "tonyy.."

"i know what game you're playin', dollface. it ain't gonna work this time," he chastised, holding your hips down as he watched you shake your head with a smirk. "w-what game? just- just wanted a kiss," you whined, an attempt to keep up your innocent façade and hopefully get you what you want. he couldn't help but lean down over you and kiss you, your hands going straight to his hair and pulling him in deeper.

"you know what i'm talkin' about," tony groaned; he saw right through you. "my sweet thing needs some of the tone-meister, eh?" he teased, grinding deeper against you with a hearty groan. you moaned and nodded with a whimper, hands moving to try and paw at his boxers. "fuck, p-please, tony?" you looked up at him with your neediest eyes, and he almost gave in. in any other given scenario, he'd say 'screw the man' and fuck you senseless before a job, but this was the one job he absolutely could not mess around with. with a final hard kiss he pulled away, looking at you with lustful, yet apologetic eyes. "told ya, sweetness. duty calls."

you gaped at him, almost in shock he didn't give you what you want. b-but he always does that! you whined even louder, the sticky wetness growing between your legs feeling rather uncomfortable without him doing anything about it. "tony! that's not fair," you pouted, earning a laugh out of him. he supposes he's to blame for spoiling you, but he wouldn't have it any other way. "tell ya what, dollface, i'll make it up to you when i get back." he gave you another quick kiss before moving to put his overalls on. a bit uncomfortable with his raging boner, but he wanted to wait to savor you entirely.

you sit up and watch him with your mouth watering, just imagining the taste of him. "ey," he smirked, snapping you out of your trance, "eyes are up here." you felt your face heat up more, if it was even possible, as you lock eyes with him with a huff. "how dare you make me wait," you mumbled, crossing your arms. slipping his work boots on, tony shook his head with that stupidly charmingly handsome smile. moving back over to you sitting up on the bed and squishing your cheeks together, he pressed a kiss to your puckered lips. "you'll manage, sweet thing. just be good for ol' tony, yea? promise i'll make it up to you," you couldn't help but nod along, completely under his spell and aiming to please. "mmf.. fine.." you mumble, earning a satisfied hum out of tony.

"there we go," he nodded, letting go of your cheeks. he gave you another round of kisses for the road, as much as he hated having to go. "i'll call you on my lunch, dollface. don't do nothin' i wouldn't like," he reminded with a teasing tone, making you nod eagerly. you knew what he was talkin' about. "i won't! promise," you knew you had to be good if you wanted him to make up for leaving you high and dry. "see ya, sweetness, love you," he bid you goodbye with one final kiss. "love you, tony! call you later!" and with that, he was gone.

[studioeisa]

Hiii. Can I request a oneshot based on this HAHAHAH pleasee please like short oneshot will do!!! 🥰🥰 https://www.tumblr.com/svtsofthours/768423753034104832/seungcheol-jihoon-isnt-answering-his-phone?source=share

📞 do not disturb (jihoon x reader)

or: jihoon always answers. no questions asked.

★ footnotes: i debated the ethics (ethics?!) of taking this on, but i'm ultimately weak to anything and everything uji-related. prompt is fully by @svtsofthours ♡ word count: >980

Jihoon has a bad habit of leaving his phone on 'Do Not Disturb' mode.

In his line of work, getting in the flow was the most important thing. Inspiration could be dashed as easily as it came, and Jihoon's not about to risk his momentum being killed by a TikTok from Vernon or a 'wyd?' from Wonwoo.

His members call him vicious for it, but Jihoon is also the first to remind them that everything he does is for them. That's always the quickest way to shutting them up.

There are still ways to reach him, of course, when he's in the zone. Some members will drop by the studio unannounced. Some know to go through Jihoon's manager instead.

And some have begun to realize that they could simply just ask you.

It's another one of those long evenings, the type that has Jihoon feeling like his retinas are burning from all the time he's spent at his DAW. He doesn't remember the last time he looked away from the song he's working on, but it's a small price to pay for what he thinks is shaping up to be a potential title track. He just needs to tweak—

The thought is disrupted by the shrill ring of his cellphone.

Without so much of a second thought, Jihoon is reaching for the device and answering the call without even checking the ID. He has at least enough wits to know that he's been on 'Do Not Disturb' since he stepped into the studio, which means the caller could only be one person.

"Hi, honey," he says.

His voice is a tired rasp but the fondness bleeds through all the same. The sudden reprieve has him sinking a little further into his computer chair, like he's just registered how utterly spent he is.

That exhaustion pales in comparison to the warmth that floods his chest when you greet him back with your ever-so sweet, "Hey, darling. Still in the studio?"

You already know the answer, and yet you still ask. Jihoon feels a little endeared by it as he absentmindedly runs his free hand over his face. "You know it," he says. "What's up?"

"Seungcheol and Soonyoung have been trying to get in touch with you," you inform him.

Jihoon raises an eyebrow. He pulls his phone away from his ear to check his lockscreen and, sure enough, you're right. Six (6) missed calls from Coups-hyung. Six (6) missed calls from Hamzzi.

"I've been working," Jihoon says into the receiver as he brings his phone back up. "Are they with you right now?"

"Just Seungcheol. Here—"

Jihoon has half a mind to tell you, no, please, do not pass the phone over to Seungcheol, but the leader's whining voice is already piercing through the call. "You answered their call in less than ten seconds!" Seungcheol proclaims, the pout in his voice audible. "What the hell, Jihoon-ah?!"

"It wasn't less than ten seconds," Jihoon protests weakly, feeling the tips of his ears burn red at the insinuation of just how fast he could fold when it came to you.

Seungcheol doesn't give a damn about semantics. His point still stands. "You didn't answer a single one of my calls," the older boy complains. "I can't believe this!"

So help me, God. Jihoon knows he's already going to have to get the man one pastry or another to compensate for this misgiving. "Right, sorry, sorry," Jihoon huffs out. "Why were you calling, anyway?"

Seungcheol bitches and moans for a couple more minutes before eventually breaking the news about some brand endorsement that they need to sign on for. Jihoon promises to check his e-mail and have the contract in before the morning, which doesn't really appease Seungcheol.

Even as the leader passes the phone back to you, he's mumbling something like 'unbelievable' and 'ungrateful kid'. Jihoon rolls his eyes despite the fact that neither of you can see it.

His mounting annoyance ebbs at your voice, at your gentle question of, "When are you going to finish up?"

Jihoon lets out a low hum, eyeing the aborted song on his laptop. He had wanted to make changes on something— the bridge? the chorus?— but the idea was gone now, replaced only with the crick in his neck and the ache of longing.

"I think I could wrap up for the night," he decides. "We can order in some pizza and watch that drama you like. How does that sound?"

Jihoon can hear the way you try to tamp down your excitement in favor of tentatively asking, "Are you sure? I can always wait for you, darling."

And, oh, he loves you for it. He loves that your first and foremost concern is the disruption to his work, the easy way he throws it all aside in favor of a night in with you. Jihoon is usually much stronger than this, he swears.

But he's a weak, weak man whenever you come calling.

"I'm sure," he says. "See you in ten."

"See you. Take care." A beat. And then, you add in a whisper— almost like you're a little abashed to be saying it in front of Seungcheol— "I love you."

Even though there's nobody around to hear him say it, even though the words are yours and yours alone, Jihoon's voice softens to match your tone.

"I love you, too. Can't wait to come home to you, honey."

Jihoon ends the call at that because he knows you have a thing about not wanting to be the one to put down the phone. He stares down at his device and its Notification Center, where there's dozens of missed calls, texts, and e-mails. Evidence of what he's ignored in favor of the craft.

His 'Do Not Disturb' stays on, with only one exception to the rule: All notifications are allowed from you.

svtsofthours' post ->

Seungcheol: Jihoon isn’t answering his phone. You: I’ll call. Seungcheol: Soonyoung and I have both tried six times each, what makes you think— Jihoon: Hi, honey.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Got a request! A rich male alien that adores and loves to spoil a fem reader who is his captive lover. She tried to escape and he gives her a choice in punishment. She chooses the least threatening one which is to be the refreshments for a party he's hosting. Whatever the heck “refreshments” mean. She'll know when her tits get bigger and start to leak a lot.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 26: Disciplinary action

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Lactation; dubcon; noncon; intox; Interspecies; sextoy use; lack of liberty; sexual punishment; cunnilingus; some femdom; it's a fun time

A/N: This is the last request in the box 😱 If you have an idea you'd like me to write into being, have a kink you want me to indulge, or just want to tell me my writing's hackneyed and uninspiring, please please please click my profile and send an ask, a DM, it's all open. Do it now before the post-nut clarity hits!

And with that out of the way:

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It's been six months since humankind was bought in a land deal. Most of your race exists in vast facilities where they're milked like cattle, kept alive on a mixture of algae and drugs. Some still live in cities on Earth, playing pretend that the world hasn't ended for the benefit of tourists. The rest are like you: domestic housepets.

You touched the back of your skull, feeling the almond-sized implant your owner put there. Somewhere between an ID and a shock collar. You don't know what happens if it triggers, and hopefully you'll have it cut out before you find out. A chittering sound echoed over the ships tannoy. You listened intently. The Chitinid language may sound like a can of dry peas being dropped down stairs, but it's intelligible if you learn how. You catch the important parts.

You'll hit the jump gate in 20 rels, then be in witchspace for another 30. You know you're in Sol at the moment. 20 rels is about an hour old-Earth time. Plenty of time to get to an escape pod. If you time it just right, you'll jettison on the Solar side and the ship will be God knows where by the time they notice you missing.

Now's the time to make your move. You hurry down the azure-lit hallways of the starship. Your clothing isn't meant to be easy to move in, all wispy fabric and high heels. It's not doing anything to preserve your modesty, rather drawing the eye to your bare tits, ass, and pussy. The Chitinids don't even have compatible genitals to fuck a human with, but it still seems to be fashionable to dress their pets like they do.

Playing the idiot housepet has its perks. Chitinids don't expect you to understand them when they speak their language. Humans can't make those kinds of sounds, and they're capable of speaking Human languages, so English, Spanish, and Mandarin tend to be the common languages. Nobody challenges you as you pass them, they barely look at you.

At last, the escape pod door. Now just to open the hatch.

You realised your mistake as soon as you touched the controls. A heat radiated from the nodule at the base of your skull. Static radiated down your spine. Your arms went to sleep, then your legs. You collapsed into a heap, limbs twitching.

You don't know how long you stayed there. You felt the lurching sickness as the ship jumped to witchspace, then the reverse-headache of regaining normality. Only then did your owner appear.

He was as grotesque as the rest of his race. A huge beetle, stood on its spindly hindlegs, the stopping slouch of all Chitinids keeping him no more than about 4 or 5 feet tall. The two left forelimbs held a staff, some symbol of office. In his right he held your remote. He clicked a button and your arms came back. You dragged yourself to a sit, your legs still twitching and numb.

Your owner walked away, leaving you to drag yourself behind him using your arms. The bastard was leading you back to his cabin, you were sure of it, but he was taking the scenic route. He made sure to pass every damn member of the crew, the chittering laughs turning your face red with embarrassment and rage. At last you reached his quarters. Two armoured security guards stood to attention as he passed them.

"So. You are the rebellion. This to be punish." He still hasn't got the hang of English. "I am generous owner. Pet gets to choose punish.

You glared at him, silent hatred burning in your eyes

He didn't notice, or didn't care. "First option: Brig, I turn on your collar and you stay in brig for week or two" Staying in the brig without even the use of your limbs? Not particularly enticing. "Second: I get male Human from friend. You make me many more pets" You almost shuddered at that one. "Third: We travel to a business deal. Big party after. You give refreshments"

Ok. Two nightmare scenarios, or a shift working hospitality for some assholes? Fuck, you were a cocktail waitress before the world went to Hell, it'll almost be nostalgic. "Three" You spat the word at him, and he sat back.

"Good. Party in a day. Put on nice clothes. Best behaviour, or you get brig and I get more humans." You bit your lip, you knew better than to try and backtalk him when he got like this. Especially not now you know what the "collar" implanted in you does.

He switched your legs back on after you'd left the cabin. You could at least walk properly back to your room. You whiled away the time imagining yourself cracking open his carapace like an overgrown lobster, before dressing in some fresh silks and making your way to the docking umbilical. He was waiting for you there, chittering with another one you didn't recognise, also holding a staff.

You could see the other ones pet. A young man. You shivered to look at him. Angry welts criss-crossed his back. While your silks were revealing, they were comfortable. He was dressed in leather straps, over-tightened and decorated with spikes pressing into his skin. He was gagged tightly, a rubber ball stuck in his mouth and a strand of drool leaking down. His genitals were bound up in a shiny cage, indicator lights flashing on it occasionally. You noticed he would twitch and groan when they did, it was probably set up to electocute him periodically. You knew better than to ask, but this was probably your prospective mate if you misbehaved tonight.

"Are we early?" You asked as sweetly as you were able. Your customer service voice was a little rusty, but you had all night to practice.

The Chitinids laughed "Right on time" The new one spoke much better English than your owner. "But you're not fully dressed."

You felt a sharp pain in your ass. Your owner had stuck you with something. You shot him a glare, but they only laughed harder.

You stepped into the party, and the room looked at you. Most were uninterested, paying more attention to the beetles behind you as you let yourself be ushered to the centre of the room.

A rail shot up around you, and an azure containment field snared you. Your arms lifted above your head and hung there, pushing your tits out. You felt strange, a tingling feeling spreading across your body.

Your tits started to ache.

The man you saw in the umbilical stepped towards you, gazing up apologetically as he knelt down. He parted your legs.

You felt fingers press against your pussy, gently rubbing into you, making your body respond. You felt yourself getting wet around him and could hear the sound of his fingering as he played with your hole.

One of the guests stepped towards you, and loudly chittered at the crowd. Something about a story, a couple, drinking, milk? Wait. Milk. Fuck. The guest produced a flask from its exoskeleton and tipped your head back, pouring the contents down your throat. You gagged at the bitter taste and the stinging burning as it flowed down. Then you moaned as your pussy became dripping wet all at once. The man's fingers slid inside you and you came hard. Your body seized as you shook in the containment field. His fingers kept pumping up into you as he buried his face in your pussy. You writhed as you felt a tongue lapping at your clit, his gag must have come off.

Your chest felt heavy, you looked down and saw your tits were growing. They were already twice as big as they were before and weren't stopping, ballooning cartoonishly more and more with every moment. You gasped and cried as the man found your g-spot, another orgasm hitting you like a train and making you lift your legs as your body tried to double over, held upright by your wrists. You'd settle for wrapping that man's head in your thighs, keeping his tongue where it belongs.

The constant stimulation along with the drugs brought you to another orgasm, then another and another. Your tits had stopped swelling now, though they're still way past conventional bra sizes. You could still feel pressure building in them, growing with every passing moment.

A servant Chitinid approached with a pair of devices, clear plastic cups with valves on the stems and strange modules inside. It wasn't until he fixed them to you that you understood. They're the devices used in the farms. To regulate flow of milk from the cattle. The servant turned a tap, and you felt it start extracting milk from you. The feeling of being milked, on top of the fingering and riding the man's face was too much. Your head rolled back and you screamed put your orgasm to the cheers of all the Chitinids present. The servant filled a glass with your milk and fed it too you, warm, creamy and sweet. Then the rest came, each filling glasses and chittering to one another as you came over and over again, barley giving the man working your cunt enough time to breathe between squirting your orgasms into his face.

The party lasted for hours. By the time it was over the man had already passed out between your legs and was slumped on the floor, long since replaced by a curved vibrator. Your tits were still huge and set you off balance, tipping invitingly forwards as the spigots leaked the last of your milk.

The containment field snapped off. You fell onto the unconscious man, startling him awake. Your owner stood over you, alone but for the servants and you two humans.

"Male's owner, tired of him. Sold to me for two thousand credits. You both mine now. You two get along. Make me more humans."

He walked away. You struggled to your feet, still dripping from the spigots attached to you. You helped the man up, you told him your name, he told you his.

You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted

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A/N (again): Just taking the time to reiterate what I wrote at the top, if there's anything you want to see, anything at all, let me know. Ask soon and you might wind up prompting the next episode

[quarterlifekitty]

Desperate times

A sequel to this post and poll. Started feeling a little jigsaw-y…. Decided that I wanted to continue this post— what would it be like if their methods didn’t work? If they had to up the ante?

The top two winners of the poll won’t have to find out, because they’re getting you back! The rest? Well…

cw: dubcon/noncon, stalking, unhealthy relationships, somno, daddy kink stuff, intox, violence, baby trapping, and more stuff I don’t really know how to describe lol

❌Gaz is making a spectacle. Formulating the ultimate romantic gesture— a in a public place. He’s used your family and friends to lure you there on their invitation. Can’t you see how all of them want you to take him back? Look at him, on his knee in the middle of the botanical garden, promising to be better for you if you’ll just give him another chance. They’re all waiting on your response. Come on, luv, just give them what they want.

❌Soap is moving onto step 2, and that’s getting you drunk. Not so hard when you and your friends go to an upscale bar. He conveniently runs quite late meeting the 141 there, so to you and your friends, there’s just a handsome group of strangers sending some pretty girls free drinks. And everyone knows the girly drinks have the highest percentages. The rest of the gang will pick off your friends (payment for doing him this favor) and he’ll be ready to swoop in and take you home. Aren’t you lucky he was there? Just let him get you into bed. Ach, he really shouldn’t leave you alone in this state… best stay the night. A bit of advice? Don’t squirm when he gets to work— reminding you of the good times.

❌Ghost keeps it going strong with the scary voicemails. And they keep getting worse. The grunting, and threats, the desperation coating his voice. Not nice to keep your man waiting, birdie. They’re followed by photos. Printed out physically, slipped in your mail slot or under your door, bare. No envelope, no address or signature. All dated with black sharpie, all recent. You looking both ways, getting ready to cross the street. Changing out of your work clothes when you get home. His gloved thumb gently brushing your lip while you’re sleeping. His cum on your toothbrush. That one is dated as two weeks old. Just let him back into your life, birdie.

⭕️ Price feels his heart sing when he sees your name on the caller id. He gives the perfect, respectful response. It’s good to hear from you. Is everything alright? When he agrees to meet up with you, he doesn’t let it show how eagerly he’s been waiting for the chance. Tells you that you look good. Life must’ve been treating you well since he last saw you. He seems so genuinely pleased for you… He almost lets his calculated restraint slip when you say you’d like to give things another go. Asks if you’re sure. If he were being honest, in his eyes, things never ended. This was just a rough patch. But he’s glad you’ve come around to seeing it his way. He’ll have you moved back in by the end of the month, swollen with his kid by the end of the next. It’ll weigh you down, make it easier for him to slip the ring on.

⭕️ Honest to god, König sees the halo glow behind your crown when you meet up with him, and agree to a second chance. He promises that he’ll be better— you won’t want for anything, he’ll be so good for you. He’s acting like you’ve agreed to marry him. Maybe because in his mind, you have. That’s inevitable, seeing as he’s never going to lose you again.

❌ Nikolai starts getting a lot less… clean with your potential paramours. Gone are the bribes, the simple threats and ghosting— in are the bloody heaps of men that are just alive enough to twitch. This could all stop. Just be his good girl again, come back to your ivory tower. Papochka won’t be upset, he’ll just be glad to have you home. His patience for you is endless, but for the rest of the world? Well, do you really want to find out?