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chosows · 11 months ago

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"AM I DOING GOOD?"

YOUR OBSESSED LOSER BOYFRIEND

Choso x Fem Reader

Summary: Choso just can’t seem to get enough of you. To him, you’re the only woman worthy of his time—the only woman he’ll ever look at so intimately. When you’re at work, he struggles to cope with your lack of company, becoming desperate for your attention when you aren’t around. Every day he awaits your return impatiently—craving your familiar touch.

Word count: 2.5k

Contains: Submissive Choso, established relationship, masturbation, interrupted masturbation, begging, teasing, no protection, penetrative, cowgirl, missionary, cumshots, creampie

Audio: i based this on this audio from a request. full credits to the VA for inspo

Note: need to write more one shots like this ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Left alone in the bedroom, Choso grumbles. The past few hours have been spent aimlessly flipping through TV stations; there is nothing to satiate his boredom. He wants one thing and one thing only—you. He flooded your phone with messages, receiving no response since you’re likely making your way home from work. Time couldn’t tick by any slower.

Rolling onto his side, the open drawer full of your panties catches his attention. Choso pierces his lips together, his mind wandering to picture you in your lingerie—thinking about how sexy you look when you tease him, sending him all those naughty pictures when he’s the one at work. The ones he saves to his gallery in a special folder just for you; two albums have your name, one inaccessible without a passcode.

Grabbing a pair, he balls them up into his hand and throws himself back on the mattress, admiring them in the air. A black lace set, simple but equally as seductive. He lowers them to his face, cursing himself for his perverted ways as he sniffs, only to be disappointed by the smell of laundry detergent. No one could miss pussy more than he does; his dick throbs at the thought of your taste when you guide his head, holding him down while he eats you out.

Unable to contain himself, he fumbles with his zipper and pulls his dick from his underpants, his tip sensitive to the touch. Using your panties for added stimulation, he begins stroking himself, wishing it were you touching him. Sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t so obsessed with you—it’s beginning to interfere with his life; deep down, he knows he’d live no other way. You’re the only thought in his head; he’d do anything for you—the possibilities are endless.

Since you’re not home, he’s free to be as loud as he wants. His moans leave his mouth as his head lolled back, letting himself get lost in the endless fantasies his mind curated of you. You enter through the door and take your shoes off, humming the tune to the song playing through your headphones while you walk through to the living room. When you call Choso’s name, he doesn’t reply and your brows pinch together.

“Baby? Are you home?” You call out again, hearing clattering coming from the bedroom.

“M’ here. Wait—” The floorboards creak as you approach the bedroom and he panics, covering himself carelessly as the door swings open.

“I missed you so much!” You beam at him and walk over, holding his head in your hands while cuddling him to your chest.

“Missed you too.” He mumbles, his dick twitching from the material of the blanket rubbing him the wrong way.

“Are you okay? You look pale.” You pull your lips to one side and put your hand on his forehead, slicking his hair back, “You don’t have a fever.”

“I’m okay, just sleepy.” He smiles, his eyes innocent despite the deceit—he’s not tired at all.

“You’re always sleepy.” You hum, pressing your forehead to his. Your gaze lowers, noticing him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

“Not always.”

“Your cheeks are rosy.” Your thumb strokes over his smooth skin, unaware of the situation under the blanket that he is desperately attempting to conceal.

“You’re so beautiful.” He chokes on his words when you straddle him, your ass directly on top of his hardly-covered dick.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“It’s—” He grits his teeth, turning his head to the side, “—Nothing. I told you I’m fine.”

“What’s this?” Underneath the blanket covering him is a slip of fabric. Before he could stop you, you reel it out and reveal your panties.

“I swear I can explain, please.” He whines, grabbing your hand while you stare down at him. You don’t speak, giving him the approval to justify his actions.

“I just wanted to feel you. I missed you so much; I need you so fucking bad.” His eyes were wide, a soft glimmer possessing them while his hands rubbed up and down your hips.

“How long have you been jerking off in my panties?”

“A few weeks—”

You flash a stern glare at him and he huffs, squeezing your fingers while they intertwine with his.

“I know, I’m sorry. Please, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You’re so needy, you know?” Your voice lowers, bundling his shirt as you draw him closer to you. He couldn’t handle being touch-starved for much longer and cracked, connecting his lips with yours.

While you intended to go for a controlled approach, Choso was sloppy, dragging you down with him while his lips assaulted yours. All his pent-up sexual frustration is revealing itself, his tongue meeting with yours in an instant. Despite not being touched, this was all he needed to orgasm, whimpering pathetically into your mouth as he cums all over himself. You pull back and remove the blanket, seeing the trail shot up his lower abdomen and shirt.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He murmurs, grabbing onto your face with both hands, “I’ve been a good boy for you.”

“You’ve been perfect.” Your lips twist up, “Only you could cum all over yourself like this. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“All yours. Only yours.” He hastily replies, grinning right back at you.

“I think it’s only right that a good boyfriend deserves a treat, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“You’ve made such a mess.” You toss the now dirty blanket onto the floor, helping him out of his shirt and boxers.

“I’ll clean it all up later, I promise.”

“Thank you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and pull away, only to feel his grip on your forearm tighten.

“Where are you going?” He whines, tugging you back as you stumble forward.

“I’m going to get changed.”

“No.” He lets his head roll back, his cheeks lit with a red flush, highlighting his dire need for your attention, “I need you now.”

“No?” You cock your head slightly askew, his demanding words catching you off guard.

“You haven’t touched me in ages.”

“You’re going to have to wait, Choso. I won’t be long.”

“Please don’t leave the room; you can do it here. I want to see your pretty body.”

“Let’s make a deal, okay?” You brush your hair away from your face and he nods, “I want you to get yourself off until I’m ready and I’ll stay in the room. Can you do that for me?”

“Am I allowed to cum?”

“What fun would it be if you cum again before I get my hands on you?”

“Okay, I won’t. Don’t make me wait forever.” Choso lets go of you, watching you waltz over to the laundry basket.

His eyes linger on your figure as you strip out of your clothes, using his previous spill of cum as lubricant. It was hard to remain silent, his moans muffled due to him forcing his mouth shut. There is no shame left in him as his body twitches, the sight of you from behind leaving him tearing at the skin on his lips. He was overstimulated, hornier than he was previously—but he never gave up. His body knew you were what he craved—likely the only thing providing him the stamina to keep going.

You grin while your back is facing him, hearing the soft noises he makes while he strokes himself to the thoughts playing in his mind. You glance back, noticing him divert his eyes, his hand trembling due to the repeated motions. Though cruel, you want to see how long you can make him wait. Choso always cums quickly, but he’s the type of man that wants to cum multiple times until he gets everything out of his system—until he knows that he has pleased you. If necessary, he’d continue until his eyes are forced shut.

His heavy breathing increases, his big amber eyes begging you to turn around and place your hands all over him. Under the muffled sounds of his whimpers, he calls for you, his voice too weak for you to register from the distance you’re at. He knows you’re doing this to him on purpose, turning him on as his pitch rises an octave, his whines now desperate cries for attention. You unclasp your bra, slinging it aside, then slowly step out of your panties. His face lights up, a gleaming smile displayed as his hands proceed to tremble.

“Are you ready?” He gasps in between his words, eagerly awaiting you to spin around and join him on the mattress.

“Not yet.”

“You said— We had a deal.” He almost sounds hurt, as if he took the betrayal to heart, “I’m going to cum— You know I can’t last—”

“Relax, Choso. I’m teasing.” You chuckle, spinning around and closing the distance, “You can stop now. You did so well.”

“Did I?” His sticky hand leeches onto yours, “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I keep sending you inappropriate messages while you’re at work and I steal your panties.” He utters. He feels ashamed at how attached he is to you—many of your friends have commented on his clingy behaviour.

“I like your little messages; I think they’re cute—the pictures too.”

“Yeah? You like them?”

“I love them; you look so pretty in the videos. Got the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, haven’t you?”

“I’ll send you more. You make me this way—I’m so horny. I get so excited for you to come home every day.”

“I can see that.” Your eyes drift down to his dick, wrapping your hand around it, grazing against the veins that decorate it. “All of this because of me, I’m flattered.”

“All for you. I love you so much.” Choso tugs you forward, making sure he’s able to hold you in the kiss so you can’t break free this time.

His lips were soft; you could feel his smirk pressed against you while you shuffled closer. He adored kissing you; exploring every inch of you is a blessing to him. He pulls back and shifts your hips, lining his tip up with your entrance. The moment he’s been waiting for all day is finally in his hands, the greatest privilege he has been gifted in life.

“I can’t wait to feel you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He mutters, dotting kisses down your arm while you lower yourself onto him, “So good. I’ll make you cum, I swear.”

“Quiet down, Choso.” You snicker, his pupils blown out as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, ‘so tight,” Since he can’t tone it down, you put your hand over his mouth. You silence his moans, barely doing enough to dull the volume.

Your day at work drained you; you don’t have enough energy to remain on top for long, growing exhausted only after the first few minutes have passed. Choso recognises your lack of energy and rolls over, allowing you to lie down. When you give him this opportunity, he makes sure he doesn’t disappoint you. He inches back into you, setting the pace to his liking, carefully analysing your facial expressions.

“Please talk to me.” He grunts, reaching forward to stroke your face.

“You’re doing so well—just like that.” Your eyes flutter shut as his tip massages a point deep within you, stimulating your G-spot. From the look on his face, it’s as though he is awestruck by you; none of this is new to him, he just can’t get over how gorgeous you are.

“Are you close?” He’s aware that it’s early on, but this has been prolonged for him—he’s already at his point of release.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck— I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“You can do it, Choso. Do it for me.”

“I’m trying. M’ trying, but it’s so hard—”

“Keep yourself there.” You readjust your position, raising your hips slightly while he secures you in place.

“Here? Should I press down?” He rubs his hand on your lower abdomen, applying pressure to aid your pleasure, “Look at you— You’re so pretty. You’re going to be mine forever, aren’t you?”

“Forever.” You mumble your words, repeating them as the satisfaction begins to take over your rational thinking.

“Can you feel this?” He says in a proud tone while his fingers circle around your clit, building your climax rapidly, “Am I doing it right?”

“Mhm’, that’s it.” Your breath hitches, muscles tightening due to the stimulation, “That’s it, Choso.”

“I’m holding out for you,” The atmosphere was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping, “Please don’t be mad if I cum.”

“Just a little more.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” His voice was raspy, barely able to get his words out. “I love how you take care of me. I love how good our sex is—”

“And— Those other people,” He pants, glaring directly into your eyes, “Who said I wasn’t enough for you were wrong, weren't they? I’m so good for you.”

“You’re more than enough for me.”

“Not every man has to pretend to be emotionless. They’re so jealous because I’m the one you wanted.” He plants his lips on your neck, leaving a soft trail of pecks leading down to your chest, “I’m going to give you everything, going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

Choso comes undone inside of you, his whimpers flowing while his cum spurts out, filling you up just as he had anticipated. He continues to thrust, making sure you have the opportunity to finish despite him being close to passing out from the overstimulation. His hands are groping your breasts, sliding all over your body, doing anything he can to help you.

“Please cum, please,” He whispers his plea, his breath fanning onto your neck, “I want you to cum for me.”

“Yes— Oh shit,” He laughs in between gasps, not expecting his words to have an effect, “You’re so tight around me.”

Locking with his innocent eyes, you break, losing your composure as your orgasm reigns over your body. Choso is struggling to speak, his words coming out in hiccups while he continues—unable to stop himself. He pulls out of you and shoots cum all over your stomach, letting his drained body fall beside yours. Tonight, he made a mess much bigger than he ever had before, his head spinning while his body regains energy.

“I really needed this.” Choso turns, noticing the sweet expression on your face as you gaze at him.

“I love you too; I forgot to say it back.” You beam over at him while your chest heaves, your body sticky with both sweat and cum, a combination that becomes irritating as time passes.

“Give me a minute and I’ll clean everything up like I promised.” He pecks your cheek, pleased with himself for the state you’re in. Usually, you prefer to be the one in charge of aftercare—you don’t have the heart to stop him as he seems so ecstatic with his performance. “Do you want a fresh set of lingerie or my boxers and a shirt?”

“Boxers and a shirt, please.”

#choso x reader #choso smut #choso x you #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen #smut #jjk #oneshot #choso kamo #choso x y/n #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso #divider creds: cafekitsune + muruffin

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zanarkandss · 3 months ago

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the perks of having a teleslate

phainon/reader: 656 words; established relationship; mentions of rough sex; phainon is whipped but also very down to ruin you; gn reader; nsfw (minors dni)

part of the reason i wrote this was bc i kept making jokes about how the hell they were gonna deal w phones in ancient greece. well turns out they did and also gave a guy a gun. so what do i know.

Phainon’s wallpaper is you. You’re pretty sure he had you as his teleslate screen before you got together - ‘It’s what best friends do!’ he’d told you, grin plastered on his face. He even rotates the image out on a weekly basis, wanting to make sure he captures every moment of your life.

It’s a sweet sentiment, really. You’re just…slightly concerned for his storage space. Surely it’s getting full by now? You’ll ask to go through his phone and he’ll hand you his teleslate no questions asked, and you can’t help but put your head in your hands at how many photos he’s got of you. Some of these, you have no idea when he’s managed to take them, or how he’s managed to convince your friends to send him photos of you when you’re not with him.

(‘What did you bribe them with?’

‘Who?’ You glare at him. ‘Ahem. Aglaea gets to go through my wardrobe and sort through it. She said she’d keep what you bought me, though, and said it was a blessing you had—‘

‘No more, please. I can't fault her for that.’)

Oh, and Titan’s forbid you try to delete any. He’d swiftly pull the device up and away out of reach, using his height against you. Only when you provide him with the number of kisses he wants (a lot) will he let you go through them again. If you want to delete them, he’ll allow you, though, not without going on about what the photo means to him. Losing to him is an inevitability; you end up way too flustered to let him continue to harp on about how much he loved you in this single moment. That he can do that for each of the photos he has is…a bit too much for your heart.

Well, at least he has the other ones of you hidden. They’re behind another app, something benign that no one would go on. And even then there’s a passcode. He’d whined about wanting to get some photos of the two of you having sex so that he could have something to use while he was away from you.

You found it hard to say no. After all, he’s so earnest, and a hero to boot. Who else could reward him with something like this?

Now, whenever he feels it right, he’ll take a photo. Maybe a quick video too, if he’s daring, though he’d much rather tend to you. These photos you don’t really realise he takes at that moment. You tend to be too fucked out, malleable to his whims as he grips your cheeks with one hand to get you to look into the camera, eyes bleary and body covered with bites. There are others as well. Some, where your face is pressed into the pillows and he pushes you down so hard you can see the veins in his arms. Others, where he’s got you laying on his chest, too tired to sit up to ride him properly, make-up streaked down your face. They’re always followed up with pictures where he’ll be stroking your hair, gentle, placating, as if he didn’t put you in this situation in the first place.

Not that you’ve got room to complain. He tends to you well. Maybe you’re more annoyed at the fact he calls it ‘making love’ like some young pining maiden instead of a man who can fold you in half and ruin you until morning comes, only stopping because he has duties to attend to instead of being left drained of all energy.

Still, you love him. And he loves you too. You’re the only one he’d ever dream of being with like this, the one he wants to see the future of Amphoreus with. And if anything comes between him and that dream? Well, he’s enough strength to protect your honour. He is not a Chrysos Heir for nothing, after all.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #phainon x reader #phainon #hsr smut #bb. works #bb. nsft #i firmly believe he is more of a freak than mydei #idk i need to dissect his brain

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soon-palestine · 1 year ago

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as an american citizen, you have the right to assemble. the police and other governmental agencies violate this right through mass arrests, illegal use of force, criminalization of protest and other means that threaten our right to free expression.

DO NOT TALK TO THE POLICE:

they are not your friends. they are not there to protect you, regardless of your race. their presence there is to protect the interests of the state.

what to do if you are detained or stopped by the police:

do not resist, even if you think they are violating your rights.

calmly ask someone to record.

ask if you’re free to leave. if you are, walk away.

how to stay safe during a protest:

write phone/legal aid numbers on your body. bring a sharpie for others to do this.

ALWAYS use the buddy system. don’t be selfish & stick to your own friend group. if you see someone alone, invite them into your circle.

don’t know where to seek legal aid?

before attending/during a protest, visit http://nlg.org/chapters/#massdefense.

NLG chapters are organized into regions. find. your region and write their number on your body.

encourage others around you to write that same number on their body.

4. if you are threatened with or under arrest:

you have the right to know why you’re being arrested. calmly ask. if they refuse to provide a reason, stay quiet and ask for legal representation immediately.

do not give any information or sign anything without a lawyer present.

what to do with your phone during a protest:

put your phone on airplane mode

disable face ID/touch, replace with 6-digit passcode instead

spreading awareness is great but avoid posting photos of people that include identifying features.

police want everyone to leave the area, what should that look like:

shutting down a protect through a dispersal order must be the last resort for police.

a clear danger must be present.

police must give adequate time for protesters to disperse and an exit route.

what are your rights if you’re being stopped or detained by police:

you do not have to consent to you or your belongings being searched. if you consent, anything can be used against you in court.

police can conduct a “pat down” if they suspect you have a weapon.

if you see someone being detained, what should you do:

record the interaction. police can not demand to view or delete any footage without a warrant.

use calming affirmations towards the person being detained. they are likely scared. be there for them.

use whatever privilege you have to protect others.

if you see a disabled person struggling, offer to help. find medics to assist people experiencing anxiety or having a panic attack. if you see a BIPOC being harassed, surround them.

personal note on using your privilege: i have seen white people, countless times, place themselves in front of BIPOC when police draw weapons/approach protests. it often works.

do not be a person that just acknowledges their privilege, use it for good.

10. remember that we protect us. ignite this chant as a reminder to everyone present if you have to. communities are supposed to help one another. don’t be a sell out, offer support, share resources, food and water. be a kind soul.

if you can not participate in a protest for whatever reason, you can still help! drop-off supplies! (water bottles, allergy-friendly foods/snacks with ingredients labels on them, sharpies, cards with legal aid numbers on them, masks, makeup remover wipes, hand sanitizer, etc)

sources/disclaimer: main source:

@ACLU and my own opinions. this is not legal advice. consult legal representation if you are in need of assistance.

stay safe, be on the right side of history. black lives matter, no one is illegal, we protect us, land back, all oppression is connected and free palestine. 🇵🇸

#palestine #gaza #free palestine

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makeitworse · 2 months ago

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4ÆM

step-father sangwoo who’s more than just family.

nsfw dc. minors dni. c/w: fem!reader / dark!sangwoo. pseudo-incest. age gap, power imbalance. grooming. jealousy. obsession. slowburn smut. a/n: taking my time writing a ji-yong fic rn & this was supposed to just be a small post in the meantime but i got carried away w the concept. for my father fuckers. also where’s the mother? don’t ask me

step-father sangwoo who pulled you into a hug the first time he introduced himself. his hands snaked down to your waist, touch lingering for longer than what could be considered appropriate.

step-father sangwoo who’s so generous to offer you rides everywhere. to your work, to your hangouts with friends. he just wants to make sure you’re getting there safe. it’s his job to take care of you after all, he’s your dad.

step-father sangwoo who’s intrusive with his questions. what coworkers are on with you today? any of them males? what about your friends then? do you think any of them have a crush on you? have you ever had a crush on any of them?

step-father sangwoo who encourages openness and honesty with him. he doesn’t want there to be an awkward barrier about these things; you can talk to him about boys and sex, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. he just wants to know you’re safe. so, have you done it yet?

step-father sangwoo who hovers too close for comfort when he’s around you in the house. his palms ghost over your curves. he brushes against you in inappropriate places far too often for it to be mistakes. and when someone else enters the room, he’s gone.

step-father sangwoo who spends time with you alone in your room, early in the morning and late into the night. it’s almost like he doesn’t want you leaving to see anyone other than him. you don’t mind all that much, you two get on very well. he knows you like a book (your diary: that he most definitely read) front to back.

step-father sangwoo who doesn’t believe in privacy. he’s very strict on keeping doors unlocked. what if there’s an emergency? but there usually isn’t, when he barges into your room while you’re still clad in a towel after a shower.

step-father sangwoo who’s bitterly cold, after he peered over your shoulder to catch you dirty-talking with a boy over text. his disapproval is palpable, so you fess up to him.

step-father sangwoo who believes that boys your age think with nothing but their dicks. they wouldn’t treat you any good. what do you need them for? you have your dad.

step-father sangwoo who’s behaving with a newfound strictness. i’m picking you up no later than 7pm. i’ll need to meet your friend’s parents. if boys are going, you’re staying home. he’s protective like you’re a kid, like you’re not grown enough to know what’s good for you.

step-father sangwoo who’s touchier than before. this time, he doesn’t hide his intent. he grabs your wrist when you try walking away while he’s scolding you for not calling him back quick enough. he pinches your chin and makes you look him in the eye when he’s warning you about staying out too late. he slides his hand onto your thigh while you’re riding passenger in his car on the way to a hang-out with your friends, telling you he’ll miss you while you’re gone.

step-father sangwoo who finds out you betrayed his trust and snuck around with a boy. he caved to a gut feeling and searched through your phone. it didn’t occur to you that he’d know your passcode. don’t you remember how much he hates locks? he made it clear you could tell him anything.

step-father sangwoo who corners you in your room. his voice is still as he confronts you, but his eyes are clouded over. there’s something dark flickering in them.

“was it worth it? did he get you off?”

step-father sangwoo who holds you by both sides of your face, making you stare him in the eye as you meekly admit you didn’t cum in your little secret encounter.

step-father sangwoo who balls your hair in a fist, cranes your head back, and kisses you with a bruising force. he parts your lips with his tongue as it roughly delves into your mouth. he’s kissing you like a starved man. he’s kissing you like he’s not your dad.

step-father sangwoo who shows you how a real man fucks. he goes down on you and you cum on his mouth. he curls his fingers in you and you cum again. and by the time he pulls his own pants down, you’re a blabbering mess, tears clumped in your lashes as he slams his hips into yours and fucks you right into another orgasm.

step-father sangwoo, who’s really not just your step-father anymore. he still drives you everywhere, but he slides one hand under your panties while the other sits on the steering wheel. you still hang-out with your friends, but he keeps you thinking of him by messaging you how lonely he is without you, how he can’t wait to fuck you once you’re back home.

step-father sangwoo who makes sweet promises to marry you once you’re older. how you’ll have your own place together, how he’d spoil you as his beautiful wife. but truthfully, he’ll never stop looking after you as his little girl.

#cho sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x reader #dark!sangwoo #dark!cho sangwoo #dark squid game #sangwoo smut #cho sangwoo smut

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lxzy-bxby · 23 days ago

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Hubby!Leon (DI/ID) Headcanons (SFW&NSFW MDNI 18+)

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Hubby!Leon, who can't stop smacking your ass to save his life. Not just during sex—that's the trick, he barely even does it when you two actually fuck. But as soon as you bend over table to reach for something, his calloused palm connects with the dough of your butt, slapping it roughly, making your skin jiggle. His low velvety laugh rings out through the kitchen as you squeak and furrow your brows, making him raise his arms in surrender: "Just a love tap, babe!".

Hubby!Leon, who literally ignores the fact of upper wear whenever he's at home. Shirts? Please, no. You're lucky if he puts anything on when food delivery arrives. He parades around the house just in grey sweats on, making you wonder if he got any underwear on underneath. That you successfully do—turns out, he doesn't. So you have no choice but to get fucked on the counter. Hubby!Leon, who sleeps with a gun under his pillow. No questions needed. He's overprotective, war veteran and he won't risk anything—especially not you. Hubby!Leon, who has troubling sleeping. He often wakes up in cold sweat from his nightmares, brushing it off and telling you to ignore him whenever it wakes you up, too. The only cure for him is your weight on top of his body, sleeping peacefully, close to him, grounding him. Hubby!Leon, who has your wedding date as a passcode to the safe where he keeps all his armament at. Hubby!Leon, who is beefing with ties. He just can't do them. No way. Any important event? You'll be the one to tie his bow tie in a rush. He'll just grin. Bastard. You love the bastard. Hubby!Leon, who's cybersex biggest enthusiast. Can you shame him? The man got work and that work requires him being away. So he'll take anything you give him. Nudes? He'll collect him in a folder on his phone. Phone/FaceTime sex? He'll wince in disgust while wiping his thick cum off the screen. Hubby!Leon, who'll, speaking of that, definitely have you as his lockscreen. Probably some mirror selfie or something where you are barefaced and bedheaded. But his home page? Definitely your nude pic. And his password? Yup, got it right. Probably your birthday. Hubby!Leon, who quitted visiting PornHub completely as soon as he met you. He's going to jerk off to you and you only. Hubby!Leon, who gropes your tits, doesn't matter the size. He adores the way they fit in his palms. He adores the way your nipples harden immediately even more. Hubby!Leon, who's addicted to your pussy. His foreplay? Eating you out. His way to de-stress you? Eating you out. And he's so sloppy in it, chin glistening, stubble all wet, and his eyes? Glistening, too—with mischief. Hubby!Leon, who always stretches too hard as he yawns, wanting you to stare at the exposed skin of his torso. And he always—like always always—makes sure his trousers are too low on his hips. V-line showing is for V-aginal sex happening. Hubby!Leon, who calls you "wifey" all the damn time. "My wifey this", "my wifey that"—like get a life, man. Then he'd tell you that life rhymes with wife. And he misses his wife. Hubby!Leon, who never takes his wedding band off. Hence it's worn-out after just a year of your marriage. You keep wondering how he didn't lose it during missions. If he ever does, though, he'll act like it's the end of the world. Hubby!Leon, who always carries you to your shared bed whenever you fall asleep on the couch, waiting for him to get home. Hubby!Leon, who keeps you warm at night, molding your smaller frame into his bigger, his body always hot and ready to be your heater. Hubby!Leon, who gives you forehead kisses more often than you thought any man would. Hubby!Leon, who protects you with his life, because you're the only one who gave it meaning. ~ ♡ ~

#leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy hcs #resident evil hcs #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil smut #leon kennedy infinite darkness

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personwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Hey Mama

Task force 141 x pregnant!reader(female)

Tw: some suggestive language, mention of intercourse? Comment if I need to add more.

It was a one night stand with a good looking fella gone wrong. Too many things in your mind seem to stop as you saw the positive pregnancy test.

“That explains the late period” Your roommate Jessica pointed out. “Who’s is it?”

“It could be a false positive!” You utter out bitting your nail before looking at Jessica. “Right?”

“False positives are a low chance. If you want I can run down to the drug store and buy a couple more.” Jessica replies and look at you with some worry. “Girl.. do you even know who you slept with? Or were you too drunk to even remember?” Jessica pauses and looks you up and down. “..I have a feeling you open your legs too much.”

“Okay first off rude! I do not..” you mumble and stare at the test. “All the time..”

Jessica can’t help but shake her own head. She’s disappointed, she seen many friends ruin their lives with surprise pregnancies. Most of them just being in their early twenties. Jessica sigh and grab the test before looking back at you.

“So you gonna guess who’s the baby daddy?” Jessica asks while throwing the test in the trash. “Well?”

“It.. could be four people..” you mumble out as Jessica face palms. “What! Listen! Men in uniform are such a turn on!”

“If it was good looking men I would understand but.. I’m gonna guess they’re what? Late thirties maybe fourties’ you slept with?” Jessica blurts and looks at you with some anger. “You can’t just open your legs for any uniform man!”

You roll your eyes, annoyed by choice of words. Jessica and you walk out the bathroom, she can’t help but feel frustrated for you.

“What about collage? That lawyer degree your been working your ass for!” Jessica mentions while going to the living room. “All down the drain! Just because you couldn’t close your legs for some uniformed guy.”

“For your information those four were in the army!” You correct Jessica while following after her, yet it doesn’t help the situation as she lets out a frustrating sigh.

“Four?! Four! I still don’t get how you slept with four men and didn’t even use protect! Have you learned nothing with all the girls we been friends with!” Jessica snaps finally and points her index finger towards of all. “Do you even know their names!? Numbers! Anything?!”

“Uh.. yes! One of them.. was named Ghost, another Gaz an—” You try to explain but Jessica just puts her hand up to stop you mid sentence.

“You know what.. I don’t even wanna know.” Jessica mumbles holding the side of her head. “Christ.. I’m not the one pregnant and I’m stressing out about it.”

You look away, a bit ashamed of putting her through this. Jessica looks over at you finally, slightly calm and sighs.

“I’ll go down to the drug store down the street, I’ll get you more pregnancy test.” Jessica mumbles and presses her lips into a thin line. “Meanwhile you find out who’s the baby daddy, just.. don’t make it a bigger mess.”

Before you could even protest Jessica grabbed her coat and shoes. Leaving you alone in the shared apartment.

You just started down at the floor before doing what she said. You walk to your room, trying to at least remember who was the last guy you were with. Tension grew as you remember that night, you weren’t with just one guy but four making it now impossible to remember who was the first or last one to use you as their cum bucket.

“Fuck..” you whisper reaching for your phone. “..fuck..”

You open your phone, putting the classic passcode of your best friend birthday. The Home Screen loads up, the background being a photo of you and your pet back at home. You sigh as some notifications roll in from Snapchat and Instagram.

“..damn it..” you mumble as you go to your contacts. “..I know it was Gaz.. Ghost..” you pause reading all of your contacts. “..soap and Price..”

You exit the contacts app and go to your messages. You scroll around for their names before finally finding them. You bite your lip, unsure on what to do now, should you be contacting them? How would you even start this conversation! A lot of scenarios, started to play in your head..then a text.

It was from Jessica, she sent two pictures of pregnancy tests. Then another text reading these shits are expensive, you better pay me back next time.

You just rolled your eyes, going back to see who of the four men you would text first. Then another message, it was from an unknown number.

Open the door mama.

You stare at the text, before hearing a sudden knock on the front door. You covered your mouth and got up quickly from your bed, slightly on edge as you heard the knocking. Another text came from the unknown number.

I know you’re there, saw your friend leave a little while ago.

You grab your phone as the knocking continues in the background. It wasn’t aggressive, just some friendly knocking before it stops for a second. You tried to walk to the front door quietly, but the floorboards gave you away and the knocking started again. Then you heard Jessica, talking to someone she didn’t sound happy. The movement of plastic bags were heard, probably two male voices maybe more?

“Yeah yeah that’s what they all say.” Jessica says opening the door, almost knocking you over. “Christ! Hey careful or at least say something..”

You glance behind her, now seeing who she was talking to. It was that guy.. well… guys. You couldn’t speak as Soap took out the pregnancy tests out the boxes and read the instructions. Ghost grabbed the tests back from Soap and put them back in the bag. Price shook his head, putting his head in his hand. While Gaz looked at you with an awkward smile.

“Hey mama..” Gaz whispered as you stood there motionless.

Mama.. maybe that name will fit good enough until.. they figure out who’s child you’re having..

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #cod #cod fandom #cod gaz #cod soap #cod ghost #cod price #short fanfic #task force 141 #task force x reader #late night post #cod fanfic #tbh idk #who do you think the father is ✋🏼😀

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equalonline · 1 year ago

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EQUAL SecureX Pro Digital Touchscreen 45 Liters Safe Locker (Matt Black/35x35x42cm)

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steelbluehome · 1 month ago

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From Fear and Loathing: Closer to the Edge on Facebook

Heading to a “Hands Off!” protest this Saturday? Here’s everything you need to know — your rights, safety tips, and what to do if arrested.

On Saturday, April 5, people across the United States will gather for a coordinated day of resistance. From major cities to small towns, the “Hands Off!” protests are about drawing a hard line — against political overreach, creeping authoritarianism, and policies that strip away our rights and dignity.

Whether you’re marching in New York City, Dallas, Chicago, or a rural square in Nebraska, your presence matters. So does your preparation.

Here’s your nationwide guide to showing up — and staying safe while doing it.

KNOW YOUR RIGHTS (AND WRITE THEM ON YOUR ARM)

Before you arrive: Write the local legal support hotline number on your arm in permanent marker. In many cities, National Lawyers Guild (NLG) chapters will operate hotlines and send legal observers.

Say: “I am exercising my right to remain silent. I want a lawyer.”

Ask: “Am I being detained or am I free to go?”

If detained, remain silent.

If not, walk away calmly.

Legal observers (often in green hats/vests) are there to document police behavior — not to represent you legally. You can notify them if you witness abuse or misconduct.

WHAT TO BRING

Pack like you’re staying awhile and planning for anything:

Water and snacks

Face mask, hand sanitizer, and sunscreen

Phone with passcode lock (NOT Face ID/fingerprint)

External battery pack

Cash (for food, transit, emergencies)

Printed emergency contacts

Comfortable shoes, weather-appropriate clothing

Goggles or saline drops (in case of tear gas, depending on region)

Don’t bring:

Weapons (or anything that could be construed as one)

Illegal substances

Anything you wouldn’t want seized or photographed by law enforcement

STAY SAFE, STAY CALM, STAY NON-VIOLENT

Stick together. Stay with your group. Have a plan if separated.

Avoid confrontation. Ignore counter-protesters and agitators.

Film what matters. You have the legal right to record public events, including police activity — but don’t interfere.

De-escalate when possible. Your goal is to be heard, not baited.

Watch your surroundings. Know where you are and how to exit if needed.

If arrested:

Don’t resist.

Don’t talk beyond name and birthdate.

Wait for a lawyer.

Don’t sign anything without legal counsel.

PROTECT YOUR DATA

Phones are tools — and vulnerabilities.

Turn off Face ID and fingerprint unlock. Use a passcode.

Consider airplane mode during risky moments.

Back up photos/videos or use live stream apps like Instagram or Twitch to preserve footage.

Use encrypted messaging apps like Signal.

RESOURCES BY REGION

While every city differs, these national orgs often have local chapters or partners at major protests:

National Lawyers Guild: nlg.org

ACLU: aclu.org/know-your-rights

Mutual Aid Networks: Search “[Your City] Mutual Aid”

Bail Funds Directory: bailfunds.github.io

Legal Hotlines: Often listed on local protest pages or announced by organizers day-of

TRANSPORT + ACCESSIBILITY

Plan ahead: Some roads and transit lines may close or reroute.

Carpool or take transit when possible.

If you need ADA accommodations, contact local organizers in advance or ask staff at arrival points.

THIS IS BIGGER THAN A MARCH

This isn’t just a protest. It’s a warning flare — and a promise. That we won’t stand by while our rights are stripped. That we won’t let apathy win. That we see what’s happening — and we’re not afraid to raise hell, peacefully and powerfully.

So come prepared.

Come together.

And don’t let them scare you into silence.

Stay safe. Stay loud.

#april 5th #protest #hands off #us politics #usa politics #stay safe #protest safely #hands off protest #april 5 2025

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bluegarners · 6 months ago

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thinking about what would have happened had the court won dick in the custody case and bruce wayne was found to be an unsuitable guardian... batman and robin were already established, dick already knew all of bruce's secrets, they were already entirely loyal and devoted to each other. would dick have been given back to an orphanage? a city sponsored foster home? it's no question dick would escape to try and go back to bruce, but would bruce have even allowed him to return? bruce is a deeply insecure man when it comes to bonds and any concept of family, and if the court found him to be a poor guardian, would he have eventually agreed and internalized it? dick, showing up at his door, in the cave, stopping batman in the middle of patrol, giddy with excited at their reunion, confident that bruce would welcome him back and things would go back to normal, screw what gotham said, and bruce just... turning him away. telling him to go back. telling him that this is for the best, that this would have never worked out, that he should've never taken in him as robin or his ward. dick fighting back, arguing that bruce had saved him, that batman meant everything to him, that he couldn't give up on the dynamic duo now- not when he had had a taste of that life, of that freedom, of that justice

where to go from there? how to get dick to stop coming back? to stop running away? bruce doesn't change any of the passcodes, he doesn't move, he keeps his same routine patrol, and he's letting dick still find him, still try to follow him, and dick knows this, knows that bruce is thinking the same things as him, but bruce cannot move past the possibility, the very court appointed and proven possibility, that he is unfit to mentor this boy and he very well is putting him in danger, much more danger than anyone in gotham has any idea of, but he still lets the boy follow him, still protects the boy when he gets into batman's fights, still checks in on his foster parents and his home and always making sure the boy has what he needs and more, while still pushing him away night after night, saying over and over again "leave me. you're not supposed to be here. go home"

and dick responding over and over again "i am, i am"

#i loveee and am obsessed with how theyre the same kind of crazy #devotion!!! unwavering!!! and instant!!!!#dick grayson #bruce wayne

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seungrem · 1 year ago

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lee felix x m!reader

‘Work Husband’ ~*+

summary: Transitioning into a new department can be tough. Luckily, male!reader’s new boss pairs him and Felix together- the two almost immediately having great chemistry. Work-relationships almost always develop into something more, right?

( overview: office AU, soft-top!felix since u guys want it so bad, bottom!reader, smut obviously, protection and all of that, bj + anal, discreet/hidden but in office )

emoji theme:

🪐 ( office AU )

+❄️ ( +18, mdni )

🌱 ( short fic, oneshot - barely 1k words )

☁️ ( = y/n )

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“Welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you join us here.. and I’m sorry about your former office.”

A large wooden desk with a few tan files sat inbetween ☁️ and his new boss. Shedding beams into the room, the sun’s golden rays illuminated the frosted glass surrounding the two. ☁️ shook his head lightly, him then smiling at the older woman.

“It’s no problem. As long as this department isn’t anything like the other, this’ll feel like a promotion.” ☁️ brushed his hand against his navy blue sweater and sighed. “Thank you for having me.”

“Like you said, this is kind of like a promotion. I expect great things from you.” The boss stood up as a soft knock erupted from outside of the office. A man with long-ish blonde hair walked in and smiled- first at the boss, and then to ☁️.

“This is who you’ll be assisting. Felix will give you written pieces and ask for revisions until he sees that it’s fit to be published. Unfortunately, we are short staffed by choice, so the work load will be a lot. Please keep up with the given tasks and their deadlines. Felix?”

☁️ turned his head back to the man.

“Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Lee Felix and I’ll be taking care of you. I look forward to working with you.”

☁️ simply smiled and spoke a shy “hello,” as he stood up. “I’m ☁️, it’s nice to meet you as well.” He then thanked the boss for her time and followed Felix out of the room.

“Behave, Felix!” The boss shouted as ☁️ stepped out of the room behind the man. He followed Felix down the left side of the large room, stopping at a set of cubicles that sat against a wall of windows. Started from the floor and touching the ceiling, the view displayed a bustling city. The cubicle was light gray and quite large, with a grey laptop located on the desk inside. Felix walked in and pulled out the large cushioned chair, and looked around awkwardly.

“So.. this is where you’ll be spending a majority of your day. Since it’s so spacious there’s only two cubicles located against the wall on this side of the room. My area is directly in front of yours.” He pointed over the cubicle wall. “If you ever need anything, please just walk over or.. just look over it. Sound good?” Felix explained, his voice soft yet sonorous.

☁️ nodded and smiled bashfully. Felix was remarkably good-looking, which was unusual for an office setting such as this one. The man was pretty much ☁️’s type, too, making him even more nervous than he already was.

“Yes. Thank you, Felix.”

Felix smiled and nodded to the man before leaning against the cubicle’s entrance. He dug his hands beside his white button-up and down into his black pant’s pockets, waiting for ☁️ to sit down before responding.

“Of course. I’ll let you get used to the office before I ask you to do work.”

☁️ acknowledged what he said by nodding and smiling.

After Felix left, ☁️ opened the new computer and typed in his passcode information. For some reason, the office wifi wouldn’t connect, though. After trying for another minute, he stood up and peered over the wall to see a sitting felix.

“Felix?” ☁️ asked, his nose just barely peaking over the wall. Felix smiled and stood up to look over the wall as well.

“What’s up, love?” He asked, placing a hand on the edge to support his weight. ☁️ was initially taken aback by the pet name, but ultimately didn’t mind.

“I can’t get onto the wifi for some reason. Is there a different one that you use?”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I guess our tech guy forgot to set that up for you. Jisung always forgets.”

☁️ watched a Felix closed his computer and then made his way back over to his cubicle. As a result, the man sat back down and perked his back up to fixed his posture. Felix strolled in after a few seconds and leaned into ☁️’s computer, his body softly brushing against the man’s shoulder. ☁️ couldn’t take his eyes off of Felix’s side profile as he typed into the computer.

“All right, you’re all set.” He cooed, brushing against ☁️ once again. As Felix was about to leave the cubicle, ☁️ shot up and grabbed his hand. Surprised, he stopped and turned around, still holding ☁️’s hand.

“Sorry if this is weird to ask, but..” ☁️ paused and tilted his head. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Oh, no.. not really my type if you know what I mean..”

“Oh okay.. then do you have a significant other- or something?” ☁️ asked.

“No,” Felix smiled and tightened his grip on ☁️’s hand. “but I think I kinda have a crush.”

☁️ knew exactly what he meant and mentally blushed. “Same here. Maybe we could go out sometime?”

“For sure. What’d you have in mind?”

“Would you wanna.. come to my place?”

Felix looked to the side, and then back to ☁️. “We don’t have to wait. Here, follow me.” He said, leading ☁️ into a storage room a few feet away from their work areas. Though the lights were extremely dim as the two hurried in, ☁️ could see the many drawers, bulletin boards, and spare furniture. Felix lightly closed the frosted door and somehow locked it from the inside, him then turning his attention to ☁️. He grabbed ☁️’s hands and held them in his own.

“Do you mind?” Felix asked as he raised one of the man’s hands to his mouth, kissing it. ☁️ shook his head and wrapped his arms around Felix’s neck, Felix reacting by guiding ☁️’s back into the wall behind him. ☁️ pushed Felix’s head forward, allowing the man’s lips to meet his own. Felix’s hands ran down ☁️’s torso, then settling on his hips as ☁️ began french kissing. Felix’s grip on the man’s waist tightened the deeper they kissed, with Felix’s bulge now rubbing against ☁️’s. A few seconds later, Felix pulled away from ☁️- strands of his blonde hair having fallen over his eyes.

“Come over here.” Felix instructed, using a hand to drag ☁️’s wrist over to a small table sitting against the wall. Felix gently pushed ☁️’s shoulder down as he leaned back on the table, leaving ☁️ to fall onto his knees. With a growing bulge right in front of his face, it was only natural for ☁️ to begin unbuttoning the man’s pants.

“Ah.. you’re excited, aren’t you?” Felix teased, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He ran a finger through ☁️’s hair as the man exposed his dick print, ☁️ then pulling the pants down to Felix’s ankles. Felix began unbuttoning his white top as ☁️ stroked the man’s boner through his gray underwear.

“Can I take it out?” ☁️ asked, continuing to caress it. Felix finished unbuttoning his top, displaying sculpted abs much to ☁️’s liking.

“Go ahead.”

☁️ slowly pulled the man’s underwear down, not anticipating getting smacked by his length.

“Oh, sorry.” Felix laughed. ☁️ rolled his eyes and smiled, him then beginning to stroke Felix’s cock, the man softly whimpering as he did so. ☁️ grinned at the reaction, placing Felix’s dick inside of his mouth and slowly throating it. He leisurely bobbed his head up and down as Felix threw his head back, practically moaning out now.

After a few seconds of steady swallowing, Felix quickly grabbed ☁️’s head and yanked it back. His dick fell out of the man’s mouth dripping in saliva.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to finish yet.” Felix said, kneeling down to match ☁️’s eye level. “Can I get some of this too?” He whispered as he got closer to ☁️, him then reaching behind the man and squeezing his ass.

“Oh, do you have a condom?”

Felix reached behind him and magically pulled out a wrapped condom and a tiny bottle.

“Of course.”

☁️ furrowed his eyebrows and muttered an “alright.” as he followed Felix’s action of standing up. Felix’s skinny dick was still hard and poking out in front of him. Pulling his own pants and underwear off with quickness, ☁️ placed a hand on Felix’s chest.

“You can sit or lay on the table if you’d like, or you can-”

“You should let me do the work.” ☁️ murmured, softly pushing Felix back. Felix smiled and nodded, sliding back to sit on the table. He rolled the condom over his dick as ☁️ climbed on top of him, the man placing his knees beside each of Felix’s thighs. Waiting for him to pour the liquid onto his dick, ☁️ wrapped an arm around Felix’s neck- the man’s chest inches from Felix’s face.

“Alright, go ahead.” Felix muttered, placing his hands on ☁️’s waist and guiding the man down onto his cock. As his pink tip slipped in, ☁️ moaned out and tightened his grip around Felix’s neck.

☁️ now sat entirely on Felix’s dick, moaning softly as he took his time to undulate on it. The two huffed and whimpered as ☁️ began moving steadily on Felix’s dick, with ☁️’s chest still inches from the man’s mouth.

“That’s good.” Felix whispered, his eyebrows furrowed and his ajar lips producing silent moans. ☁️ felt Felix’s lips on his nipple a second later, him sucking and licking as the man bounced. ☁️ sped his undulating form up as Felix moved his hands down to ☁️‘s ass. Guiding him up and down even faster, ☁️ quickly became overstimulated. His knees buckled and he fell into Felix, who pulled away from the man’s nipple and placed his chin into ☁️’s neck.

“Can you keep going?” Felix hummed into ☁️’s ear, rubbing up and down his waist as he waited for an answer. After another few seconds, ☁️ pulled away from Felix and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, you can keep going.”

Felix nodded, pulling ☁️ into him and wrapping both of his arms around ☁️’s waist. As Felix began thrusting softly into him, the man wrapped both arms around Felix’s neck. Felix grunted as his thrusts picked up in speed, filling the room with the sounds of clapping and ☁️’s whimpers. Both of their moans hummed in each other’s ears, pushing the two to the brink of finishing.

Felix continued shoving the man onto his dick despite feeling ☁️’s knees buckle for a second time. As ☁️ felt his leaking dick brush against Felix’s rough abs, he threw his head back and gasped. He ejaculated, painting Felix’s abs in a glistening white liquid. The man thrusting into him noticed, and became even more turned on, using all of his force to drill into ☁️.

“I-I’m cumming.” Felix gasped. After a few more seconds of harsh and sloppy thrusting, Felix forced ☁️ onto the entirety of his length, filling the boy up with his semen.

The two breathed heavily in front of each other before Felix fell back onto the table, pulling ☁️’s arm as he did so. ☁️ fell on top of him, his energy drained. The man pulled Felix’s dick out of him and slid the condom off, bringing it in front of him so that he could tie it and throw it aside.

“I would’ve lasted longer if you weren’t so cute.” Felix muttered, stroking ☁️’s arm as the two laid still.

“It’s okay, there’s always next time.”

“Yeah.. and I’ll be sure to take you out to dinner beforehand.”

☁️ chuckled at the comment, planting a kiss on Felix’s puckered lips. “I’d like that.”

“I would too, love.”

a/n: writing smut is saurrr boring but i hope u guys like this lil top felix moment. i still think he’s cuter as a bottom lolll :,)) alsoo lowkey im desperately waiting for someone to request an indie movie plot so i can write smth cute, request awayyy!

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yandere-sins · 18 days ago

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Yan-Poll #39

#MerMay 2025 Special Part 1

"Would it be okay... if I read them? Here?"

If you were honest with yourself, something felt incredibly off about the Professor not giving you much time to decide. At the same time, you really didn't want to risk missing out on this great opportunity that was being given to you here, and it made you nervous.

Clearing his throat, the Professor sat down again, placing his hand on top of the documents. He inhaled deeply as he stared at the black words written all over them, then his gaze shot up to you, and a shudder ran down your spine as his eyes seemed to drill into you.

"Do you like the ocean?" he asked you, and you must have looked quite taken aback by the question since he continued talking before you could reply.

"I love the ocean. I spent all my life researching, helping, and learning about the ocean and its inhabitants. I did nothing else. Now that I'm old, all I really know is that I love it. If I had another lifetime to spend, I wouldn't do anything else than I already do. And because it's so precious to me, I want to protect it more than anything else, you understand that, right?"

"Yes..." you mumbled. Like anyone else in this field, you thought greatly about the ocean and its lively and still dormant secrets. Yes, you liked it a lot because as mysterious as it was, it was as precious to you as it probably was to the Professor. But on the other hand, without years of experience and practice, you couldn't truly relate to his devotion. You couldn't completely relate without the years of co-existing with it like the Professor had.

"But this is quite a big decision about my future. I am sure you can understand me, too, when I just want to make sure I am deciding right for me."

"Of course!" he finally relented, holding his hands up pacifyingly, and you reached for the documents he had given free.

"Let me walk you to a more comfortable area for your reviewing," he suggested, getting up with an old-man-groan before smiling at you and leading the way. You quickly gathered your things before going after him, feeling very relieved that things had finally taken a turn forward.

The Professor kept talking about the facility on the way to your new destination, and you listened closely to his explanations, this place still a runner-up as your future workplace. One could never tell if everything was as wonderful as the owner would describe it, but it was a special place indeed, even you knew that.

Other researchers and guards greeted you two along the way as you were led further and further into the facility. The walls began to solidify, and fewer and fewer windows and glass panels lined up, a rather industrial look surrounding you. You didn't mind it too much. Of course, the decor was more for the entryway and higher offices—still, you were surprised when the Professor led you to a door sealed with a code, the door slowly opening with heavy, mechanical sounds.

Odd, you thought. Weren't you supposed to go somewhere to review the papers still in your hand? Was a passcode really necessary?

"I want to show you something," the Professor revealed as he waited patiently for the door to open. "I think it's important for you to see before making your decision."

Without hesitation, the Professor walked inside the room, his shoes clinking against the metal grate on the ground. With a mix of awe and discomfort, you stared into the enormous laboratory, a gigantic water tank beneath the grates that served as a walkway. By the time you made a hesitant step forward, the door hissing at your back as it was about to close, urging you inside, the Professor was already on the other side of the room, having crossed the pool underneath without much care.

"This!" he announced, raising his arms celebratory. "Will be yours!"

Turning to face away from you, he flicked on some switches on the wall, lights turning on, and the water began to ripple, creating small waves. Then, he abruptly turned around, walking back to you with a bright smile on his lips.

"You will work, study, learn, and teach here. It will all be yours and comes with your own little helper."

You watched the Professor as he lowered his hand, pointing towards the pool. As if on commando, a shadow formed inside the water, slowly growing larger—gigantic even. You gasped, taking a few steps back when suddenly, a long tentacle pierced through the surface, touching down on the metal grate and winding itself towards the Professor.

"Don't be scared," he said softly, but although you thought he spoke with you, he might as well have said it to the creature. You should have expected something like an octopus to be here at the facility, but this creature was humongous compared to the ones you had learned about. Its tentacle moved forward, lifting to reach for the Professor's outstretched hand until it could finally touch his glove, slowly curling up in his palm.

You watched with bated breath, almost expecting the creature to try and drag the Professor into the water, but it just rested its tentacle there, calm and content. "Amazing," you whispered, knowing just how clever octopi were, but seeing a giant, tamed, or trained one was spectacular.

"This one's yours," the Professor announced, pleased. He patted the tentacle gently before holding it out to you. Nervously, you looked up to him, unsure if you could trust him or, even more so, the cephalopod. Yet, how could you miss this chance?

Holding out your free hand, the Professor lightly flopped the tentacle in his palm, which immediately began moving and migrating right onto yours. It was heavy, yet almost cautious not to weigh you down, the suction cups gently but curiously moving over your skin. It wrapped the tentacle around your wrist once, making you a little more nervous, before settling in your palm, swishing back and forth, exploring and tasting you as these creatures did. It was a strange feeling, but before you knew it, you couldn't help but chuckle at the oddness of it all.

"He seems to really like you," the Professor spoke up, tearing you out of your thoughts and back to reality. "He's a prized possession of this facility, and we are working to ensure he'll live long and happily here."

The tentacle was still playing with your hand, sometimes exploring a little higher up your arms, its tip even doing a little wiggle for you in the air.

"We are in dire need of a caretaker for him. Consider this in your decision. There's a table over there; feel free to use it. I'll be back in an hour to hear your decision."

You looked up at where the Professor was pointing, seeing a workspace on the other side. Distracted, you almost missed the Professor pinching the tentacle, but he chided it gently with a, "And you be good to our new candidate," and the tentacle immediately loosened its hold and slipped off.

The Professor looked back up at you, giving you a heartfelt "I look forward to your decision" before leaving you alone. Even the shadow below seemed to have disappeared while you weren't looking, and although you wished to know more, you took a deep breath and focused. Sitting down at the table, you placed the papers before you, going through everything in the contract, sentence by sentence.

Never noticing in all the time spent in the enclosure that two curious eyes were watching you.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

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Obsession | Hongjoong

- Pairing: office worker!Kim Hongjoong x Co-worker!reader

- Requested by: no-one. It's just another idea I had that wouldn't leave my mind and Joong won the poll.

- Synopsis: Hongjoong has an obsession with one of his co-workers.

- Warnings: hidden cameras, mentions of Y/N showering and Hongjoong watching, Hongjoong is a little possessive, obsession, stalking, Hongjoong is a creep. this is a complete work of fiction (obviously) and in no way portrays who Hongjoong is.

- Word Count: 1,166

- Requests: CLOSED until May or June

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A/N: I'm not good at writing yandere-ish fics but I tried. Let me know what you think.

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Does Kim Hongjoong feel disgusted with himself as he watches Y/N undress for her shower on the small screen on his phone? Of course, he was never like this before he met her. Could he bring himself to stop? The simple answer is no.

When Kim Hongjoong first met Y/N, she was a fresh face on his data analysis team. Her sweetness and kindness towards him and their colleagues made her stand out, as she genuinely tried to befriend with everyone. The way she carried herself with confidence and her carefree nature is what initially drew Hongjoong in. He felt an attraction to her unlike anything he had felt before, which soon bordered on obsession and possessiveness. He knew he should look away, that this wasn’t the man he wanted to be, yet there was an insatiable hunger gnawing at him on the inside.

As the steam from the shower filled the screen and his mind with hazy fantasies, Hongjoong wrestled with guilt. He had always prided himself on being a leader, someone who respected boundaries and implemented them well especially with his colleagues. Yet here he was, crossing lines he never thought he would dare to approach.

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the screen. His mind thinks back when he found out that she was going out of town one weekend for her brother's wedding as she talked to the slightly older woman at the desk next to hers. That's when he had the idea and he had two weeks to execute it. He ordered some spy cameras and continued to follow her home this time learning her passcode to her apartment and finding out more about that one nosy neighbor she has and the guy across the hall that likes her a little too much for Hongjoong's liking. Once he had all the stuff he needed, he staked out her apartment building, waiting for her leave and when he made sure she wasn't coming back he snuck up to her apartment, unlocked the door and got to work installing all the hidden cameras.

Hongjoong tries to justify his actions by telling himself it was him trying to protect her from those who could easily take advantage of her kindness. But deep down, he knew it was a weak justification and that it his true intentions was for his own sick and twisted desires. The thrill of watching her, even from afar, had become an addiction.

As the warm glow of the screen illuminated his face, Hongjoong felt a familiar mix of excitement and dread. The guilt was there, gnawing at him like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch. He knew he was spiralling deeper into a dark place, yet each time Y/N's image flickered on his phone, he found it increasingly difficult to look away.

He recalls the moments they shared, innocent in nature, the late nights at the office, her infectious smile brightening even his darkest days. She had this way of making him feel valued, wanted and needed despite him being the boss. He cherished the fleeting moments and the shared little glances that made him feel like they were hiding a secret from the others. But now, as he watched her prepare for her shower, that innocent connection felt overshadowed by his growing obsession. The lines between admiration and possession continue to blur together with every passing day.

A commotion outside his office, has Hongjoong hastily pausing the video and exiting out of the camera app. He quickly stands up from his chair and leaves his office to see what's happening. A few feet away is Y/N, who has the new guy who couldn't seem to take the hint that she wasn't interested in him, face down on the ground. She is kneeling on his back with his arm pulled back and twisted in a painful way. "Touch me again and it'll be the last thing you do," she warns the guy.

Hongjoong’s heart raced as he took in the scene before him. He could feel himself getting hard and tried to will it to stop. Before it became noticeable, he shouts at the two. "Miss L/N, let him go and get back to work. Mr Im, my office now," he demands the two and turns around to go back into his office.

As Hongjoong re-entered his office, a rage like no other fills him. Despite Y/N successfully defending herself, the idea that someone else touched her and could touch her in any kind of way sends waves of possessiveness coursing through him, igniting a fire he could barely control. He runs his hand through his hair, trying to ease the tension in his muscles. Pacing back and forth in his office, he tries to ease the feeling of wanting to toss Mr. Im the 8th floor window.

He leaned against his desk, trying to catch his breath and regain some semblance of composure when he hears Mr. Im enter his office. He forced himself to focus on Mr. Im, his face devoid of any emotion. Mr. Im on the other hand, is standing there, visibly sweating under his boss's intense gaze.

“You know we have a zero intolerance for inappropriate behaviour, right?” Hongjoong's asked, his voice steady but low and laced with a fury that made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense, while ignoring his own hypocrisy.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I thought she liked me!” Mr. Im stammered, desperation creeping into his tone, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route.

Hongjoong’s jaw clenched. “You thought? Or you hoped?” He stepped closer, invading the other man’s personal space just enough to make him shift uncomfortably. “Let me make this very clear: You touch Y/N again in any way, it's not her you'll have to worry about. I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?”

Mr. Im opened his mouth again but seemed to reconsider whatever words were about to spill out. Instead, he nodded hastily, perhaps realizing that arguing further would only dig him deeper into trouble.

“Good,” Hongjoong replied coolly as he straightened up and backed away slightly, giving Mr. Im a moment to regain some composure while still keeping an eye on him. “Now get back to your desk and stay away from her.”

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Mr. Im, Hongjoong felt the tension in his shoulders ease ever so slightly. As he sat back down at his desk, his eyes flicker to his phone and his fingers itch to pick it back up. The urge being too strong he snatches up his phone, unlocking it and opening up the camera app. He goes back to watching the video he was watching before the distraction, this time noticing something he hadn't noticed before.

Y/N was standing in the middle of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her bare body, staring right at the camera with a small smirk on her lips.

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