#and then ill go away for a while and he’ll come looking for me and hug me and sometimes lay his head on my lap
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xxx-lilith-xxx · 2 days ago
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How the creeps would react to having a closed off/depressed partner headcanons!!!
GN!
Ticci Toby
He feels bad that he can’t just… change it. He gets that you just prefer to be alone and don’t let people in very much but he feels kinda bad. He knows what it’s like to be all alone and he doesn’t want you to feel like that. He wants to help, wants to make you happy all the time, but knows he can’t and it pisses him off
I don’t really feel like he’s the this shy clueless uwu soft innocent boi that I’ve seen a lot of people make him about to be (everyone is allowed to have their own opinions and he’s not my character so I don’t get to say DEFINITIVELY how he is or isn’t, but I personally just don’t think he’s like this), and I feel like he has a good level of understanding of what it’s like to just wanna be away from people. He tries to help and get you out of your shell but not in a “but b-babe… don’t be d-depressed… waff-fles exists! What do you muh-mean that won’t help… mmmh… :(“ kind of way
Really dosen’t mind if you would rather stay in your room all day and just sit with him than go for a walk or hang out with the other proxies (yes I luv slender-mansion AU or wtvr it’s referred to as pls don’t hate me idk if that’s a normal thing or what im new to the fandom 💔). He just likes being around you
Brings you stuff when he’s out on missions that he thinks you’ll like. Just little stuff like a cool rock he found
You have a collection of rocks, snail shells, dried up old flowers, leaves, and literally anything he finds that he thinks is pretty
If you over think things and interactions a lot, he likes to sit in bed and rub your head. He says he’s rubbing the bad thoughts away. He’ll sit and massage your head for straight up hours while just sitting and talking
He can’t cook for shit but he loves making you food that he knows you like when you’re extra depressed/don’t feel like cooking. He’ll come into your room with a whole plate of food, cup of juice, and a big grin before walking over and covering every inch of your face in kisses and telling you how pretty you are
If you don’t show emotions very much or have a bad case of RBF he goes CRAZYYYYYY when you smile. Like he gets so flipping freaking happy. He’ll get this big dopey grin and kiss your cheek
“You’re s-so gorgeous when you sm-smm-smile, baby…”
“So are you…”
“Babe! Babe! Ch-check it out!! I f-f-found you a rock!!!”
“Oh yeah?”
“YEAH!!! It’s f-fucken’ red… l-look… it’s like… shiny and sh-shit… ILL PUT IT W-WITH THE R-RUH-REST!!!!”
“Kay…”
Nina Hopkins/Nina the Killer
WILL try to physically pull you out of bed. If you don’t get up and she can’t pull you out she gets in bed and pokes at your face and sides until you get out of bed and hang out with her
She dosent get not wanting to be friends either people. I feel like she’s a very bubbly person and wouldn’t understand why someone would just want to be by themselves
After you explain your reasonings to her, she gets it a little better but still dosen’t fully understand. She’ll always listen and hear you out on everything, though
Gets fake angry when you just wanna be by yourself or in your room
Genuinely cares even if she gets just a little pissy when you just wanna rot in bed
Gets ECSTATIC when she gets to go on missions with you. Like loses it. Not the best HC for this but idc because i wanted to put it in here 😊
“C’mon… get out of bed… I wanna do your hair… oh my god GET OUT”
“Ow… Nina…”
“Wanna play uno with me Jeff BEN and Jack?”
“No thanks sweetheart…”
“So you fucking hate me.”
Natalie Ouellette/Clockwork
Does not care ONE bit
If she wants you to go to the kitchen with her and get a snack, she will simply just grab your hand and drag you. Could not care less if you don’t want to go
If you get nervous around large groups of people or just don’t like it, she’ll hold and rub your hand if you have to be in a crowded room
Tells you how proud of you she is when you get back alone somewhere together
Loves laying in bed and doing nothing together and will just sit in your lap while you play with her hair or wtvr
It took awhile for you to open up and let your guard down, but when you did she became the most comforting person ever. She gets what it’s like to not feel like you have anyone to go to, so she tries her best to be that person to you
Like Toby, she adores rubbing your head and taking care of you. Especially if you’re having a bad episode, she likes to make sure you’re eating, bathing, drinking water and such, it makes her feel needed and helpful
I feel like she would really like to hold and cuddle you when you’re upset, but she’s very wry with it due to her past experiences. She always asks before she cuddles you, hugs you, and especially before she kisses you. She dosen’t want to be seen as anything like her brother so she’s extremely careful with physical affection
“You did so good today my love… I’m so proud of you…”
“I saw the way you talked to Jane today… you rarely ever talk to her… that was great sweetheart…”
“Come on baby… I want chips.”
“But I don’t wanna get out of bed.”
“Too bad. What kind do you want?”
“Hey… it’s alright… can I maybe hug you?”
“Yes please…”
“Come here love…”
Helen Otis/Bloody Painter
1000000% gets it bc he’s the same exact way
After you two get close and eventually start officially dating, his art space kinda also becomes your safe space. It’s where you always find him, and it’s incredibly calming
Just being around him and in his presence is calming. I feel like he always has a nice warm candle burning, the lights aren’t too bring but bright enough for him to see, and he has soft, classical music playing (he’s defo pretentious as FUCK and might try and quiz you on if the current song is Bach or Mozart), nothing in the room is really unnerving except for his pieces
Will sit right next to you when everyone eats together. It’s very comforting and calming for the both you you
He’s like always right next to you when you leave your room. That man does NOT want to be by him self around the rest of those freaks
Even though he’s not one for confrontation, he gets upset when someone pushes your limits. He got very upset and yelled at Jeff once for trying to make you upset and asking you a bunch of personal questions
AMAZING listener. Once you warm up to him and start to talk to him more, he loves to just sit and listen. He thinks you’re beautiful, so getting to stare at your face AND listen to your voice? Jackpot
He’s a bit awkward when it comes to feelings and comfort, but he tries his best. Hell nervously rub your back when he knows your upset or sad, or he’ll lean in and press a quick kiss to your cheek and then pat your shoulder
Also like Toby, he likes bringing you stuff when he knows you’re sad, but more so stuff to comfort you.
Since he’s a little less suspecting of being a murder than the others (*cough cough* JEFF *cough cough* NINA), he’s actually able to go out and buy stuff without being arrested. He’ll take money out of his victims pockets and buy you chocolate, stuffed animals, a new blanket, he dosen’t get that much money, but whatever dosen’t go to his art supplies goes right to you
“Love? Guess who got a surprise for you…”
“Hm?”
“Found some of that chocolate you like while I was getting some new brushes…”
“Is this candle alright? I know some people are sensitive to cinnamon. I can light the peony one instead if this one hurts your head.”
“Care for some hot chocolate? I’m gonna run down and make some”
“No thanks…”
“Hm. Tea? I’d rather you not have too much caffeine but coffee?”
“And she just… and I… I just… … … Helen?”
“Hm?”
“Are you listening?”
“Yes?”
“Are you sure?”
“Your mother never showed she cared about you and focused on her husband constantly, not even worrying how it affected you. I’m listening. Keep going.”
“I like this song.”
“Yeah? Name 5 Beethoven pieces right now.” (J/K)
Hiiiii!!!! Tysm for reading!!! This is my first time posting on here and my first time posting about creepypasta, so I hope I did well!!! Remember to drink water lovies <3
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Also here’s some flowers I drew earlier :]
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isamoa · 1 year ago
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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”
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jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.
ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc
ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.
ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol
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SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”
SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.
TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”
CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”
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merlucide · 8 months ago
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SAYING GOODBYE B4 THEY LEAVE FOR BLLK!
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You stand with your boyfriend in front of the large commercial bus
He’ll be gone for a long time, and you know that. A mix of emotions swirl inside you—pride, happiness, and the ache of knowing you’ll miss him like hell. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you couldn’t be prouder of him for chasing after his dreams, but the feelings are still real. You really can’t help the tears that threaten to spill. He reaches out, gently tucking a stray strand behind your ear. He softly exhales before speaking:
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ISAGI YOICHI
“It’ll only be for a little while…” Isagi attempts to make you feel better about the situation. You give a half-hearted smile and sigh. “Yeah, yeah, you better win whatever there is to win,” you playfully order, which makes him beam softly.
“Of course. I love you, Y/N,” he says, kissing your cheek before kissing you on the lips.
“Wish me luck!” Isagi smiles before ducking into the bus, you softly laugh watching the bus drive off.
BACHIRA MEGURU
“Aww, come on, Y/N-chan, don’t look so sad. You’ll make me sad,” Bachira says, holding your face in his hands and pressing a kiss on top of your nose. “I’ll be back before you know it!” His smile falters slightly before he kisses you on the lips. “I’m gonna miss you bunches, though. You’re gonna wait for me, right?”
You softly sigh, looking into his honest yellow eyes. “Of course, Meguru, always.” You hug him tightly, and he returns the embrace even tighter. “I love you,” he whispers as he walks onto the bus.
CHIGIRI HYOMA
“I’ll be back soon, probably in two or three weeks. I don’t plan on being there long,” Chigiri reminds you, hoping to ease your mind.
“Still, I’ll miss you, you know,” you say honestly, cradling your arms around yourself.
He softly sighs and kisses your temple. “So dramatic,” he teases. He hugs you and squeezes your hand twice. “I’ll miss you. I promise I’ll be back soon. Love you.”
KUNIGAMI RENSUKE
He presses a lingering kiss on your forehead, his hand trailing down to gently cup your cheek. “No use in crying about this. It’s not like I won’t ever see you again,” Kunigami attempts to soothe your feelings. “You won’t even notice I’m gone.”
You sniffle gently. “But I will notice, Ren.” His face softens, and he offers a comforting smile. “It’ll only be a few weeks, then I’ll be back.”
“Will you still like me when you come back?” you selfishly murmur.
“Of course I will,” he replies, his voice steady. “I will always love you. A few weeks shouldn’t change a person that much. I’ll come back just like I left, still the same ol’ boring guy.” He smiles before pressing a goodbye kiss onto your lips.
REO MIKAGE
“It pains me to leave you, my love, but I need to go. This could—”
“I know, I know. I want you to go. I’ll just miss you,” you interrupt, giving a soft smile. “You’ll do great; I know it.”
Reo melts under your affectionate gaze, taking your hand and pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to it.
“I’ll think of you the whole time,” Reo promises, and you snort softly in response.
ITOSHI RIN
“Tch. Come on, don’t get emotional,” Rin sighs, looking at the awaiting bus. You glare at him through your blurry eyes, letting a tear slip down your cheek. Rin reaches out to wipe it away. “Crybaby…” he mutters. “I’m going to crush everyone out there, and then I’ll come back, okay?”
He gives a kiss to your jaw before walking off onto the bus. He watches you through the tinted windows as they drive off.
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omg help my eyes burn and I’m so tired but I had to get this idea O U T
Maybe ill make pt2 who knows
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missmanlykink · 20 days ago
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he’s just nice…right? - vinsmoke sanji ✿
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MDNI - 18+ | navigation - m.list 𝜗୧ | REQUEST OPEN !
summary: sanji is a sweetheart, he helps you with your chores, makes you treats, he’s a genuinely nice person and totally has no ulterior motives, and he definitely doesn’t wanna fuck you…right?
paring: perv!sanji x clueless!reader
wc: 0.8k
warnings: smutty, sanji is a perv…duh, reader is clueless, dub-con (?), grinding, fantasies, male masturbation, food kink??, and again sanji is a weird oh (lmk if i missed anything)
a/n; i may write i longer fic about this but idkk, if you guys want it, ill most likely will do it bc sanji is my boo..AND this for anime sanji and la sanji so you can imagine him however you want lol (this was cross posted on ao3 @/freddiebensonsgf)
NSFW UNDER THE CUT - MINORS DNI </3
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sanji is such a good friend, a type of friend you haven’t had in a while. whenever you're tired from your pirate duties, he always offers to help. whether it’s laundry or making you a special treat, or even rubbing the knots out of your shoulder blade, you know you can always count on him. but little do you know all the little favors he does for you are all for his own selfish needs. as soon as he sees your stressed face walking around the ship he knows it’s the perfect time for him to ease in, “you look tense, mon amour,” he’d tsk, “let me help you relax…” slowly sliding his hand onto your shoulder, you look at him and smile “really? thank so much, my back has been killing me.” “anything for you.” but this was a way to oil your back up and glide his hand across your soft skin, fully knowing that he’ll be stroking the living daylight of his cock, using his other hand to muffle the moans spilling out later, and yes this is because of massage. but it doesn’t stop there.
whenever it’s laundry day you always see sanji's face poke out of nowhere with the slick smile he always carries around, you’re walking out of your room with an arm full of dirty clothes, “here, let me handle that” he mutters as takes the load out of hands. “are you sure? you don’t-""oh it’s nothing, i have some free time on my hands”. that’s a lie by the way, he had a lot of work to do, but he needed a way to snag a pair of panties, so he rubbing his leaking tip against it, storing in his draw like some kind of keepsake or prize. but the real prize was to find a way to dig himself in your tight cunt, hearing his name spill out of lips, legs shaking as he’s rutting his hips against yours shamelessly.
and the thing is, it’s only you. you’re the only one on the damn ship who can’t see the way he fucks you with his eyes every time you walk past him, the way he stares at your ass to pick something of off the ground—that he dropped on purpose so he could that glorious view. sneaking in a touch whenever he can, looking down your shirt whenever you look away, he is starving. “he’s so disgusting..” nami mutters after seeing an “innocent” interaction between you two, which involves him sliding behind you to get to the other side of the kitchen, his hand resting on your waist, as his clothed cock rubbing against your ass, when he could’ve easily walked behind you. “what? he’s so nice, and helpful,” you argue, coming to his defense even though nami was completely right. “he’s a prev.” she shoots back, but you can’t believe that a sweetheart like him would have ulterior motives, you don’t mind the idea. but he’s just a nice guy, right?
cooking food for you is another thing he likes to do, seeing your face light up as he sits down a place of food in front of, “go on…taste it,” he encourages, watching you dig your fork into the dish, closing it your mouth around the piece of metal and you lipstick leaving a stain as you pulled it out of your mouth slowly, savoring the taste. something about you eating what he cooked, hand breaking up the ingredients, kneading the dough, the way you let out a moan from how good it taste makes his cock turn red.
one thing about you is that you're a horrible chef, the best thing you could do in the kitchen was peel an orange. but sanji takes your poor skill level as an opportunity. when he sees you struggling, he offers to give you cooking lessons, because he’s an amazing friend, and a good person of course. for the lessons he tells you to wear shorts because “you wouldn’t want to ruin your pants, these lessons get pretty messy” but he doesn’t care about your pants, he just wanted to stare at your plush thighs pressed together as you’re standing still, waiting for instruction. and obviously you took the offer as a “aw he’s such a good friend” thing, but the whole time he’s guiding your hand as you chop through the vegetables or fruit, the crotch of his pants bump into your ass as he stands behind, mumbling instructions.
his heart is basically beating out of his chest and you feel on your back, but “maybe he’s just nervous, and he doesn’t want me to cut myself, he just cares” but his heart is racing because he doesn’t want you to feel the tent that’s growing in his pants. but no, you’re 99% sure he’s just being a nice friend.
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dividers: @sseuda % @hyuneskkami ! do not copy my work for anything without my permission.
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angelyuji · 3 months ago
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yandere mark grayson
might be a little ooc lowkey... sorry.
tw // stalking, nolan is an enabler, yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, honestly nothing too crazy compared to what ive written in the past
mark grayson x reader
im gonna talk mostly about story mark and not the variants but ill add a couple cutesy little remarks at the end
markie poo is very intense as a yandere, not in the kidnapping sort of sense but like emotionally
you’d probably meet him in college and start off as friends
he’s def the type to fall in love at first sight tho like he sees you and its like some angelic light bathed you
he was in awe
he def uses his powers to stalk you and figure out everything about you
william lowkey encourages it too cause…. he seems like the type to stalk his crushes (he’s a normal person so its like kinda a normal amount)
anyway he doesn’t really realize how he’s following you or watching you until someone points it out (eve) and he’s like “omg im so evil im so bad and evil and i should die”
and he confesses it to his parents cuz who knows better than him? mama y papa!!
“im so sorry, i know i shouldn’t use my powers to stalk (y/n). i know what im doing is wrong. i just like them… so so much.” mark buries his head in his hands, too ashamed to look at his parents.
he hears his mom sigh, “mark what you’ve been doing is-” she stops. mark looks up to see his dad whisper into her ear. she bites her lip before nodding. debbie pulls him into a hug before leaving the room to go upstairs. mark feels tears well up in his eyes, seeing the disappointment in his mom’s eyes.
“mark.” he looks over at his dad. “come here, son.” nolan pats the space next to him on the couch. mark hesitantly, moves to sit next to his father. “i sent your mother away because i needed to explain something to you. something she would never understand.” his father’s voice was low. mark swallows, trepidation building. “when i first met your mother, she had rejected me.” he sits back, “and i loved her more for it. everyday i would watch her, where she worked, where she lived, who she spent time with, everything, mark. i needed to know more about her, i wanted for her to be mine… i was-” nolan barks out a laugh, “i was willing to take her away from everything if she would’ve rejected me again.” he looks over at mark, “fortunately for all of us, your mom agreed for a date and now… here we are.” nolan smiles, wistfully. mark stays silent, processing everything. nolan pats his son on the knee, “what i’m trying to say, son, is that what you’re doing is normal. you are my son, of course you could love like i do.” nolan ruffles mark’s hair before standing up.
“but mom-”
“what your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her, mark. and what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”
i made up that nolan did all that, but like…. who would be surprised if he actually did lol
anyway, nolan highkey made mark worse becuz why would u say all that, man… (i made him say it but that’s beside the point)
mark doesn’t even have his own place yet, so kidnapping is off the table and with papa nolan in space, he knows debbie won’t be down for him bringing back a gagged you lol
if ur single, he’ll just push and push and push until you’re like omg fine ill go on a date with you
he’ll do everything right just so you won’t think about not dating him
he doesn’t want to tell you that he’s invincible but if it means you’ll trust him to protect you, he’ll do tell u
he’s very very very overprotective
if you’re in danger… everybodys dying he does not gaf
if ur in a relationship, ur partner’s going missing… sorry to them but mark will swoop in while you’re grieving and then bam somehow you guys are dating
he would never hurt you, but he would hurt other people to get to you/make you realize you’ll never escape him
like father like son as they say
anyway some quickie thoughts about invincible war before we move on
the moment those unhinged freaks stepped foot into this universe, they’re gonna find you
similar to that moment in the show where the burned looking mark when home to fake-cry to kill debbie, smth like that except they show up and take you with them
anyway i have similar thoughts but mostly about omni-mark and the other freaked up mark #needthatbad
they’re sooo obsessed with u but its hard to give a generalized behavior headcanon cuz each of my freaks are so different
also before i go, i wanna go back to when i said he’s very emotionally intense
he’ll twist your words and make you feel bad for rejecting him/not listening to him
mark would def use his fears to make you do what he wants
“mark, i need to get to class.” you try to pull yourself out of his grasp, but his hands go back around your waist. the two of you lay naked next to each other in your dorm after he had come back from patrol, you can see his suit peeking out from under the bed as you try to pull yourself away once more.
“(y/n), please don’t go.” you turn to look at your boyfriend, he pouts as he pulls you closer. he buries his head into your chest and you feel your face get hot.
“mark, i have to go to class. i’ve already missed 3 lectures because of you.” you push yourself away and off the bed. you feel his hand clasp onto yours. “mark.” you frown and look back, annoyed, when you see his tears. “oh my god, mark,” you immediately fold, holding him close.
“i just… i’m sorry i know you have to go to class, but i was so worried with everything that’s happening. i had- i had a nightmare i lost you.” his voice was thick as he held back his tears. he presses his lips against yours, rough and needy. you let him; your heart heavy as you feel the weight on his shoulders. “i can’t lose you, (y/n). you’re my… you’re my everything, i can’t survive without you.” you let him kiss you once more, letting him pour his love into you. soon, you find yourself wrapped up in his touch. his lips against every part of you, his hands caressing your skin, his voice whispering sweetly into your ears. you missed your classes once more as mark held you tight. “i won’t survive without you, (y/n)…” his voice lulls you back to sleep, “and i won’t let you leave me.”
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starboye · 3 months ago
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starring: dealer!rafe cameron x male reader
request: reader owes dealer!rafe money but is doesn’t have the money yet so he’s been ducking rafe for about a week now and rafe finally catches reader and asks why hasn’t he received payment and reader tells rafe that he’ll pay as soon as he gets his paycheck but rafe decides on payment in a different way and next thing yk reader is face down ass up with rafes face in between readers juicy ass and after awhile rafe is fucking reader like a slut
warnings: smut, cursing, ass slapping, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talk
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i mean could rafe really blame you for ducking his calls and pretending you weren't home when he showed up at your door, he's an intimidating man and you owing hi money doesn't exactly make you want to invite him in.
until he finally catches you coming back from somewhere, sitting outside your house and just before you could get away it's already to late and he sees you "y/n, and just when i was thinking you died" he gets up from the chair "hey rafe" you try to avoid eye contact.
"let's skip the introduction where the fuck is my money" he gets straight to the point "i swear ill have it next week" you reassure him "mm mm i want my money now y/n" the insists getting closer "well i don't have that on me rafe" you retort.
"well you got something else i could use a collateral" he smirks eyeing your ass, skip to you face down ass up in your bed with rafe ravaging your ass, his tongue thrusting in and out of your hole while enjoying hearing your moaning "yeah this is way better than getting my money" he lays a smack on your ass before going back to eating you out.
jiggling your ass over his face as his cock hardens in his shorts "shit this ass would be to good not to fuck" rafe says standing up and unbuttoning his khakis to let his aching hard cock fall out and spring up, you look back and audibly moan at the sight of it, wiggling your ass back just to feel the tip of it.
"fuckin' slut" he mummers spitting some saliva onto your hole before pushing his whole dick inside, he would've given you some time to adjust to his size but your hole felt to good that he just started fucking you right away, pulling all the way out to just the tip then slamming it back in.
"fuckkkk meeeee" you whine gripping your bed sheets as his thrusting pushes you forward "so desperate for some cock huh, you'd make a good bitch for me y'know that" he asks smacking your ass over and over until a red mark appeared.
you were tightening around him every time he went balls deep, wanting to milk him for his warm cum (don't judge it's been a while since you've gotten off) and he took notice to that, making sure to give you a nice hard pounding, that was until you spurted your load all over the bed.
moaning as you came but that didn't stop rafe from fucking you, only making him want to go harder and harder until he filled your ass with his hot load, riding out his high while pushing his cum further into you "fuck that was good" rafe huffed pulling out of you.
"i still hate you" you tell him "five minutes ago you didn't" he chuckles watching the load drip from your ass "y'know i still expect my money y/n or im coming back again and you better be just like this" rafe says putting on his shorts "then i guess i wont be getting that money to you anytime soon" you grin sitting up "of course you slut" rafe shake his head.
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minnies-puppydoll · 7 months ago
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can can i request how they deal with boners in public? or like, how they deal with you turning them out (intentionally or unintentionally)
Skz Headcannons:
turning them on in public ~*
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OT8 x reader HCS..
warnings: degredation, exibitionism, frottism, very tame?
your order is ready☺️ smut below the cut!!!!!!!!!
Chris:
• shy and giggly. he can’t believe half the stuff thats coming out of your mouth! (as if he hasn’t said worse)
• he’ll be hiding his red face in his hands and doing that cute squeaky giggle he always does🤭
• when he actually does get hard though, he’ll be looking around and crossing his legs, accidentally gaining a bit of friction from his jeans on his hard cock.
• but be careful, he’s a teaser too😖
•he wont make you regret it, he’ll just play along until you’re dripping and begging to go home
• (hes gonna find excuses to stay longer to get back at you)
“oh, so now you wanna go home, hm? i don’t know…ask me later. or beg me now, maybe ill decide then.”
Minho:
• will 100% laugh at your pitiful attempts to get him hard.
• he’ll just watch you with a smug/bored look on his face while you just end up riling yourself up.
• if his body ends up betraying him and he in fact is hard, he still won’t appear embarassed.
• if anything, he’ll grab your hand and have you feeling up his cock through his pants like the whore you wanted to be that day.
“did you have your fun, kitty? or did the poor slut get herself needy and wants me to take responsibility?”
Changbin:
• flustered and side eyeing you.
• he’s shifting in his chair and rubbing his plush thighs together, begging you silently to stop talking.
• its not difficult to make him hard, he never forgets the way you look on top of him, so teasing him with that image in public is torture!
• it’s when you start ghosting your hands over his cock that he’s immediately asking for the check and grabbing his keys😭 he does NAWT wanna do that shit in public but he’s literally this close to bending you over.
“let me take you home? i just need your hands, please? ill treat you so good, i promise, just let me take you back home?”
Hyunjin:
• thinks it’s kinda fun, treats it like a game/competition.
• he can hold out pretty well, but alas he’s just a boy😔
• it’s like his default setting to be inside you so he isn’t going to last very long. he just wants to feel his sweet girl.
• he’ll hide it, but will definetly show it you purposefully. he’ll lean back on something, exposing his hard on to you, biting his lip as he watches your reaction.
• or he’ll pull you into a bathroom stall and press his clothed bulge into your tummy, looking down at it and holding your hands. wants nothing more than to see your nails running along his long, hard cock.
“look how hard you made me, hm? want it? think it’s pretty? you made it, so i think it’s pretty. my little artist.”
Han:
• poor baby tries so hard to resist.
• he’s shying away from your hands and whining at you to stop when you tease him with words.
• he could never comepletely say no to you though, so he’ll let you palm his cock for a while.
• he’s arching and subtly grinding up into your hand. biting his lip while his cock leaks, trying not to get caught.
• he tries his best not to make any sounds, but he still lets whiny sighs slip through his mouth. ends up cumming in his pants anyway, only wanting to go home so he could change😭
“ah..shit..can- can i cum? or should we..go home? fuck..it’s too late. don’t stop- cumming!”
Felix:
• he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t understand why you would be saying all of these filthy things and feeling him up in public?
• he just thought you must be feeling needy. he reaches his hand over in pity, thumbing at your clothed clit and looking around to not get caught.
• your words do get to him though. as soon as you call him a few names he’s chubbing up in his pants.
• when you reach a hand over to him too, he realizes how suspicious this looks in public and just decides to finally take you home.
“aw, my poor girl. c’mere, ill make you feel as good as i can while were out. unless you wanna go home? no? my baby wants people watching?”
Seungmin:
• also shy about it.
• he doesn’t care much about the words (even if they do get his leg bouncing)
• its when you start touching him that he gets him wide eyed and flushed.
• he’ll grab your wrist and whisper-yell things like “you can’t do that, were in public!” at you.
• he’ll squeeze his legs shut and look at you with a slight sheen of excitement in his eyes. he’ll start stroking your ankle with the tip of his shoe, while resting his head on his hands. he’ll play along a bit for now.
“hm? what? am i not allowed to play with you too? touching me and saying such filthy things in my ear, who taught you that, huh? such a slut.”
Jeongin:
• he’s amused, but still suprised at your boldness.
• he has a wide smile on his face, mouth hanging open and his hand dramatically pushing you off of him.
• will deadass run away like he doesn’t know you
• if he gets hard oh lord he’s hunting you down.
• he doesn’t care if you’re in a bookstore, he’s finding the isle you’re on and dragging you out😭
• he’s laughing like he can’t believe that just happened, but trust your pussy is done for when you get home.
“yah! look what you did! couldn’t wait 10 minutes could you? eager slut. im taking you home, and you’re fixing this.”
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lvrhughes · 8 months ago
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Haunted House | Q. Hughes
pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
word count: 1.48k
summary: Jack forces you to go through a haunted house with Quinn, leading to confessions from both of you.
warnings: none?
requested: no
not my gif!
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“You got to come!” 
Jack was begging at your door, almost on his knees begging for you to come to some stupid haunted house with him. 
“Why? You know I don’t like scary things.” 
“But Quinn’ll be there, he can protect you!”
“Oh I’m so sure your brother wants to have to look after me.” 
Jack mumbled something under his breath, too quiet to hear before he returned to his begging,  claiming he’ll never leave until you agree. 
“I can do this all day, have fun begging.” 
It was a strong line, until he began singing. Serenading your neighborhood with the out of pitch tune, causing a few dogs to begin barking before you begged him to stop. 
“Fine, fine! I’ll go, just stop it!”  
The smile on Jack’s face was almost brighter than the sun, his arms wrapping around your waist quickly to pull you into him for a hug, whispering thank you’s and ensuring that you’d be fine. 
By nine, you’d talked yourself out of going, coming up with a fake sickness before Jack showed. Of course, why would he knock though? Walking into your house and scaring the shit out of you was his favorite part of having his own key to your house. 
“Jack!” 
Your heart was racing when he appeared behind you, looking over your shoulder at your laptop, which now lay on the couch from when you jumped in fear. 
“Were you googling fake illnesses to get out of this?” 
There was mock hurt in his voice, a hand to his heart while you rolled your eyes. 
“Maybe.” 
“Too late, you’re coming.” 
“Please-” 
“Nope.” 
Jack had dragged you to his car before you could speak, throwing the door open to shove you down beside Quinn in the back. Quinn softly laughed at the interaction, covering his smile with his hand while you tried to hide the blush from him. 
“Didn’t want to come anymore?” 
Quinn turned to look at you, making you scrunch your face in distaste at his question, urging him to laugh once more. 
“I was trying to fake an illness when Jack broke in.” 
Quinn all but burst out laughing at the confession, turning away from you again to laugh while you smiled at the sight. 
You’d always had a thing for the oldest Hughes’ brother, and when Jack found out he was adamant that he could get you together. Nevertheless when you begged him not to try anything, he complied. Not without bringing it up every day though. 
“I was thinking pairs for the haunted house.” Jack spoke, interrupting the peace that had settled in the car. “Was thinking of Quinn and pumpkin, me and Trevor, Luke and Seamus.” 
The nickname resurfacing every October, coming from the once Jack had bought you a pumpkin spiced latte and you loved it, making it very known. You glanced at Quinn, noticing the sullen look on his face, feeling your heart drop.
“Yeah, that’s good.” Quinn’s words shocked you, glancing back at him to see the soft smile he sent your way. 
It wasn’t long until you were stood outside the house, a soft breeze held a bit of a chill, forcing a shiver through your body as you waited. 
“Here.” Quinn was quick to offer, removing the flannel from his body and over your shoulders. 
“No, it’s okay-” 
“You’re cold, take it.” 
You knew arguing with him would be useless, having listened to countless arguments between him and Jack, so you stayed quiet. Thanking him softly for the flannel before slipping your arms properly through it, feeling the warmth of his left in it. 
“Okay, Quinn and pumpkin go first.” Jack deemed, speaking only when he and Trevor reached the front of the line. 
“What? Why us?” 
The thought of entering the house brought a little shake to your voice, feeling Quinn put his hand on your shoulder as you spoke. 
“We’ll be fine, we got to show them.” Quinn whispered, his head resting on your shoulder now as he leaned to speak, ushering you forwards once you nodded. 
Jack sent a goofy smile and wave your way as you glanced back, leaving you to flip him off before walking in beside Quinn. 
The entrance was dark, only slivers of light seeping to just cover the floor, Quinn walked ahead, his hand reaching back for yours within seconds of the door closing. You took his hand quickly, letting him pull you beside him so his arm could wrap around your shoulders. There was rattling and flashing lights, the room quickly darkening the further in Quinn led. 
The sounds of chainsaws filled the halls as Quinn tried to find his way, keeping his hold on you while he turned down another hall. The shaking of bars beside you grabbed your attention, letting out a scream when a hand reached for you. 
“Baby, it’s okay.” Quinn had you wrapped in his arms quicker than you could think, continuing to whisper calming words to you. 
“Are we at the end?” 
Quinn was staring at you with wide eyes, his pupils blown as he shook his head, indicating no. He moved slowly, maneuvering your body to walk in front of his with his arms around your shoulders. He walked slowly, letting you walk at whatever speed you decided while keeping his eyes open for anything that could scare you. 
The end came quickly, Quinn whispering tips to you about where to go and what to expect. His hold on you never falling, keeping your body against his the entire walk, whispering reassuring words every so often. 
“Quinn?” 
Your voice was almost a whisper as you walked through the door, seeing the night sky again, lit with all the stars. 
“Hmm?” He hummed a response, turning your body to face his. 
“Why’d you call me baby?” 
A dark blush covered his cheeks, his face almost a beet red now while his hand reached to scratch the back of his neck. He stumbled over a few words, trying to think up a logical explanation before letting out a soft sigh, returning his hands to your waist where they had laid before. 
“Because that’s what I want to call you,” He took a breath, “I want to be the one who gets to hold you at night, I want to be yours.” 
“Quinn.” He shook his head as you whispered his name, shifting his hold on you to pull you in closer. 
“It’s okay, I know you like Jack.” 
You almost burst out laughing at the words, staring at him with a dumbfounded look instead, which he returned quickly. 
“I don’t like Jack, Quinn, I’ve liked you since Jack introduced us.” 
His eyes widened at the confession, leaning back as if to see more of you before moving to cup your face. 
“Are you serious?” 
His tone was filled with disbelief while you laughed out a yes, moving your hands to run through the hair at the nape of his neck, softly tugging on the chain he wore while you moved. 
Quinn was quick to move after you spoke, pressing a kiss to your lips instantly. His touch making your body melt into his, letting his arms hold you up while you continued threading your hands in his hair. 
“HOLY SHIT.” 
The screams of Jack and Trevor filled the moment, urging you to pull back from Quinn to see them running from the house, headed directly for you. 
“Oh so you finally made a move?” 
Jack’s tone was filled with attitude, his hand landing on his hips as he stared down his brother, leaving Trevor panting behind. Quinn simply rolled his eyes, pulling your body flush against his once more before more screaming filled the air. 
Looking up to see Luke and Seamus running from the house, damn near clinging to each other as they ran towards the group. Luke arrived first, colliding with Quinn’s back, pushing you forward while he clung to the backside of Quinn. 
“That was terrifying, never again.” He panted, still clinging onto Quinn like his life depended on it. 
“I think even Pumpkin handled that better than you.” Quinn played, using the old nickname, before turning to his brother. 
Shoving Luke into a headlock quickly, ruffling his younger brother’s hair while he complained, not fighting hard enough to get out. You watched from the side, slipping from Quinn’s grasp when he turned to mess with Luke. 
“Hey on the bright side,” Jack spoke, gaining the collective attention, “Q finally made a move!” 
The collection of boys shared cheers, shoving Quinn around the circle before returning him to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders while his wrapped around your waist. 
“Let’s go home now, hmm?” Quinn hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you nodded, letting him lead you back to the car, calling for Jack to hurry up and drive you home.
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kitten4sannie · 2 years ago
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ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ
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pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader
genre: smut <3
summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.
w.c: 3.3k
warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing
a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33
song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)
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“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”
“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”
She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”
You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”
“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.
“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.
“Where are you going?”
Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”
The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.
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“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.
San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.
Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”
Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.
You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.
“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.
He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.
Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.
“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.
You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”
Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”
“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”
“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”
One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.
As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.
“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”
You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.
San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”
Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”
Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”
And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”
“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.
“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”
“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.
Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”
“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”
“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.
However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”
Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.
“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.
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“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”
“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.
“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”
“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”
“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.
“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”
“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”
You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.
“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.
Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.
“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”
Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.
Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”
Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.
“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”
San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”
Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.
San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”
“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.
“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.
Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.
Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.
San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.
Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.
“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.
Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”
Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”
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shares-a-vest · 2 years ago
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Wayne shuffles to the door, desperate to answer the incessant knocking that sounds like whoever is on the other side is going to beat the exterior fly screen straight off its hinges. He is greeted by Claudia Henderson, clutching her handbag strap tight across her chest and looking very serious.
Although it might just be his sleep-deprived inability to gauge the emotions of chipper 9-to-5 receptionists who wear cosy sweaters. He checks his watch. He’s only been asleep for about an hour after getting home from night shift - what with waiting for Hurricane Eddie to finally head off for the garage.
“Hello, Wayne,” Claudia nods and purses her lips.
He scrubs a hand over his face but steps back nonetheless to let her in. Claudia is one step in the doorway anyhow.
“Coffee,” he not-so-much asks as he moves to the kitchen.
“No, thank you,” Claudia says politely, “I usually wait for my morning tea break.”
He looks over to find her pulling out his assigned chair at the breakfast table. She looks nervous, if a little pissed off as she gathers her handbag up on her lap. He blinks harshly and pinches his nose enough to press his forefinger and thumb into the inner corners of his eyes. He really needs to wake the hell up a little more, it appears.
“What did Eddie do?” he sighs, looking over the drying rack on the sink for one of the mugs he has in his rotation at the present time.
“Oh, Eddie hasn’t done a thing!” she insists, a smile evident in her voice, “I’m here about Steve.”
Cubs mug it is then...
He frowns again and turns back to Claudia, confused. And the woman looks like she was expecting such a reaction because she huffs and straightens up, looking like she is readying herself to give a sermon on the kid.
“I need you to help me convince that boy to move in with Dustin and me,” she explains, promptly holding up a defensive hand, “Now, I know he stays here, mostly This isn’t about anything to do with you… Or Eddie…”
She tacks that last mention of his nephew on with a tone and a knowing look.
Wayne clears his throat. It’s certainly far too early in the morning for the ins and outs of that conversation. He flicks the kettle on to drown out the awkward silence between them.
“Have you uh...” he hums and scratches the back of his neck as he searches for words, “Have you talked with him about this, at all?”
Claudia squeaks out a noise he assumes is a negative as he quickly spoons coffee into his mug. He’ll settle for black coffee for now - he really cannot be assed to stand up for much longer, even if he did have the sense to quickly step into his comfy slippers when Claudia came a-pounding on the door.
“And you want my help specifically?” he says, raising his voice above the steaming kettle that is whistling away in boiling readiness.
“Yes!”
He waves a hand in the air, “Well, what about Robin?”
“Oh, gosh, no! I can’t talk to that girl,” he barks a laugh that makes Claudia startle in her seat, forcing her to clarify, “I mean she is a steel trap about that boy!”
Wayne smirks and nods as he heads for the table with his piping hot - and hopefully, heavily caffeinated - beverage, “He’s not the biggest talker when it comes to himself.”
“I’m not one to speak ill of other mothers,” Claudia says in a hushed tone, “God knows, I am not perfect. But where are his parents?”
She rocks a little with each word like she has needed to ask that question for a good long while. Of course, Wayne thinks about Steve’s parents. A lot. Because the boy almost never mentions them.
He shrugs, “He says they stayed away on business.”
“After everything that has happened in this town?” she argues, voice growing shrill with worry, “Did he tell you what actually happened with the mall fire? It was more of that other dimension nonsense!”
He almost chokes on his coffee. He knows a little - there was no way around it with Eddie in the hospital surrounded by all those secret nurses and doctors. But he didn’t know Claudia Henderson knew about some of it too. Still, he decides to remain cautious and gestures for her to continue.
“And he’s been concussed more times than he can remember!”
She slumps back in her seat with a look of such horror, Wayne thinks the sweet woman sitting opposite him considers it her closing argument.
Wayne taps on the rim of his coffee cup. They would have to tread carefully, not ambush the kid.
“He does get a lot of migraines - ” is all he can think to say.
“ - And he has dizzy spells,” Claudia cuts in, leaning forward. He can see tears starting to well up, “I just want him to be looked after. I know he’s a young man with his own life and everything, but he still needs a parent to care for him, to support him.”
“Yeah,” Wayne nods firmly, “Yes, he does.”
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nathanbatemanfucker · 2 months ago
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Fault Lines Ch. 3
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request: wanted to know if you could write something where the reader is a ex-winter solider (just like bucky, but maybe she doesn't lose her arm) and how she struggles to accept Joaquin. An overall angst to fluff.
pairing: joaquin torres x ex super soldier!f!reader
contents: canon typical violence, illusions to abuse and torture, ptsd and other mental illness, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff if you squint!!!
wc: 1,996
an: there’s some fluff!!! some yearning!!!! it’s happeninggg!!!!!
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The inside of the jet is dimly lit, the loud hum of the engines filling the space between you, Sam, and Joaquin. The mission is set, coordinates have been punched in. All there’s left to do is wait for the doors to open.
You sit near the back, arms crossed, your gaze fixed out the window like you can see more than just clouds and endless sky. Your mind swirls with possibilities, some short and to the point while others require a sickness you’re trying to out run. A thirst for blood you no longer let yourself verbalize.
You’re tense, even as you try not to show it. Joaquin can see it in the way your fingers drum against your bicep, the way your shoulders stay squared, like you’re bracing for a hit.
Sam watches you from across the aisle, his face schooled into something undetectable to someone that didn’t know him. But, Joaquin knows that look. It’s the one Sam gets when he’s deciding whether someone is an ally or a problem he’ll have to deal with later.
Joaquin’s been on the receiving end of that stare before. It’s not fun.
“You mind, I don’t know, telling us where we’re headed?” Sam finally asks. His voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it. He’s been patient, but that patience is wearing thin.
You don’t answer right away. Instead, you shift, finally turning your attention from the window to glance between them. If you have doubts about sharing, you don’t let them show.
“There’s a compound in those mountains I showed you,” you say. “Off-grid. Any records are by hand, there’s no digital footprint. Hydra’s been using it for years.”
Sam frowns, exchanging a look with Joaquin before turning back to you. “And you know this how?”
“You really have to ask?” You lean back, stretching out like you’re settling in for a conversation neither of them will like. “Because I’ve been there.”
Joaquin studies you carefully. He doesn’t miss the way your voice flattens or the way your jaw tenses just slightly, like the words taste bitter.
Sam looks at you with skepticism. “So, what? You escaped?”
Joaquin expects you to dodge the question. To roll your eyes, make some sarcastic comment, deflect like you have before. But you don’t.
You just hold Sam’s stare, expression indistinct, and say, “They thought they snuffed out anything in me that could oppose them. They were wrong.”
An eerie silence settles between the three of you.
Joaquin feels it in his chest, the weight of what you aren’t saying. He doesn’t ask more questions and he doesn’t have to. Whatever happened to you at that compound, it was bad enough to turn you into the person sitting in front of him now—one who doesn’t trust easily, one who’s convinced that their way is the only way.
Who would choose that life when it was so dangerous and unpredictable? So lonely?
Sam leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. “You know we’re probably walking into a trap, right? They know someone is coming, they’ll be prepared.”
A small smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth; it's cruel. “Of course we are. But their version of prepared is generally…mediocre.”
Joaquin shakes his head. “And yet, you’re still willing to go back? What if that’s changed?”
Your smirk fades, and you grow defensive. “I don’t have a choice. I can do this with or without you. Regardless, it gets done.”
Joaquin studies you, watching the way your fingers tighten around your arm. He’s seen this before—different faces, different stories, but the same weight pressing down on someone’s shoulders. The same need to see something through, no matter the cost.
He glances at Sam, sees that his friend is thinking the same thing. This mission isn’t just business for you. It’s personal, making it dangerous.
Sam exhales, leaning back with a sigh. “We’ll be there in a few hours. Try to get some rest.”
You don’t comment, but Joaquin doubts you’ll actually sleep. Neither will he, not with how worried he is about you. He settles in for the long flight, keeping his eyes on you as the jet cuts through the sky.
The three of you know that it’s a trap the moment you touch terf. There are no birds chirping, no other detectable wildlife. There’s more snow here, but it doesn’t bother you— the weather never does. Not with what’s been done to you. Joaquin and Sam take turns fighting shivers.
The compound is too quiet, the guards too easily evaded. You lead the way, your movements sharp and precise, like you’ve memorized every inch of this place. Joaquin thinks that maybe you have.
He and Sam follow you closely, moving in tandem as you navigate through the poorly lit halls. The plan is simple: get in, secure the target, get out. But, plans never survive first contact.
With Joaquin’s specter-scanner you all find a gang of them in a control room near the back along with one of Hydra’s last remaining heads. The one you were hoping for if his attire is any indicator. It will take effort to get him with the dozen guards, weapons raised, eyes cold.
The second the three of you breach the doorway, the room erupts into utter chaos.
Gunfire cracks through the air. Joaquin moves on instinct, taking cover behind a console, returning fire as Sam pushes forward, his shield deflecting rounds with ease.
You don’t hesitate, at least not at first. No cover and no concern you bulldoze along side Sam. You’re a storm, striking fast and hard, taking down Hydra agents with ruthless precision. There are only a few left to incapacitate when it happens…
The target speaks, and you feel your muscles lock up as if under a spell. He hasn’t even said the trigger words but just the cadence of his voice is enough to bring back the sourly sick feeling of death inside you.
His voice is one you shouldn’t recognize, but do. It’s one you thought you were safe from hearing.
You completely freeze under the weight of his voice. Joaquin sees it happen, sees the fear pool in your eyes before you go still.
A Hydra agent moves in on you, taking your pause as an opportunity to raise his gun at you.
Joaquin doesn’t think, he simply moves like it’s second nature.
He throws himself toward you, tackling you out of the way as the bullet rips through the air where you were just standing. The two of you hit the ground hard, his body covering yours as another round embeds itself in the floor beside your head.
“Snap out of it,” he grits out, his voice urgent. “You’re here, you’re safe. You’re with me.”
You blink, eyes refocusing on him. You take him in; a stray hair falling into his face, the slope of his nose, the warmth of his body on yours.
“Querida. Here and now,” he urges above you.
And just like that, the moment is over. You shove him off, rolling back onto your feet.
Sam’s already taken down most of the guards, but the target is gone, slipping through a back exit. By the time you reach the door, the compound is on full lockdown. The mission is blown.
There’s no choice but to retreat.
Joaquin grabs your wrist, pulling you after him as the three of you escape into the woods, the distant sound of alarms still ringing in his ears.
The safe house feels smaller than it did just the day before.
Sam is outside again, pacing as he makes calls, his voice low but sharp. You and Joaquin are inside, sitting on opposite sides of the room but it feels like you’re on top of each other. The silence between you is as thick as the weight pressing on your chest.
Joaquin is watching you. He has been since he got you back on the plane.
You’re not sure what you hate more—the fact that you froze during the mission or the fact that he noticed. You can still feel the warmth of his fingertips wrapped around your wrist, feel the weight of his body on top of your when he saved you from the bullet. You hate it.
“Go ahead,” you mutter, voice flat. “Say what you want to say.”
Joaquin exhales, leaning back in his chair. “Alright. You hesitated back there, and it almost got you killed.”
Your fingers twitch. You knew it was coming, but that doesn’t make it any easier to hear. “Thanks for the recap, baby bird,” you say sourly.
“I’m serious,” Joaquin pushes. “That wasn’t just random hesitation. It was something else.”
You glare at him. “Drop it.”
“No,” he says stubbornly.
Your jaw tightens. “What the fuck do you want from me?”
Joaquin shakes his head. “I want to understand. Because you’re the one who keeps saying we don’t get it. So make me get it.”
You stand abruptly, pacing to the other side of the room. Your hands are shaking. You shove them into your pockets, willing them to stop, willing it all to stop.
Joaquin stays where he is, but his voice softens. “I saw your face when you heard him. It wasn’t shock, not on its own. You recognized the guy. Who is he?”
You turn, meeting his gaze. “I could never forget him,” you admit. “Because he made me. Made me this…this fucked up piece of machinery. Only fires right when those damn words are said and it’s not even for good. He made me a monster so sorry if I hesitated in the face of my bastardized god.”
Joaquin goes still, regretting his line of questioning. You’ve only talked this much when you’re the right mix of angry and afraid. If he could have his way, you’d never feel either ever again.
You let out a breath, forcing yourself to keep talking.
“I thought he was dead,” you say. “I thought we were going in for his second in command. But he’s still out there. And if he’s still out there, that means there’s more. That means—” your voice breaks and you stop.
Joaquin doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t push. He just waits.And for some reason, that makes it worse because you’re used to people giving orders. You’re used to expectations. No choice, no autonomy, no voice. But this—someone just listening—it’s unfamiliar. It’s terrifying.
You look away, gathering yourself once more. “I spent years turning myself into a weapon to get away from them. And tonight, for the first time, I felt like I was right back there. Like nothing I did mattered.”
Joaquin watches you for a long moment, then stands. You tense, but he doesn’t move toward you.Instead, he grabs a med kit off the table and tosses it onto the cot beside you.
You frown, confused. “What’s this for?”
“You took a hit,” he says. “Figured you’d rather patch it up yourself than let me do it.”
You glance down at your arm—sure enough, there’s a gash along your bicep, the fabric of your sleeve torn. You hadn’t even noticed.
Sitting down you open the med kit and get started taking care of yourself. As you learning, Joaquin is observant and often right— you don’t want him to do it for you. You aren’t sure you could handle someone’s gentle, caring touch.
Joaquin doesn’t leave, he just sits back down across from you, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re wrong, you know.”
You glance up. “About what?”
“About nothing you did mattering.” His voice is quiet but certain. “You made it out. You’re still fighting. That means something.”
You don’t respond right away. You’re not sure you can. Once again, Joaquin doesn’t push for an answer. He gives you space to say something or nothing.
Since escaping Hydra captivity you feel like no matter what choice you make, it might all be okay.
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kentosovertime · 2 months ago
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they didnt mention sukuna tho so pls I'm on my knees begging for more stepcest sukuna
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𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔱 - (n.) the color of the sky while the sun is setting
✨Masterlist | Tag List | Ask Box✨ ☽ cw: stepbrother!sukuna, explicit content, explicit language, step!cest, gentle/teasing sukuna ☽ a/n: ill take more step!cest requests in my asks ;p
You’re a good daughter. You swear it. 
You pull your weight around the house. You maintain your 4.0 in school, being on track to graduate college with honors. You help your mom when she needs help bringing in the groceries. You even help out Sukuna when they have college games that they have to attend, doing the occasional assignment for him. 
If you’re a good daughter, why do you feel so bad? So dirty?
You can’t even look your step father in the face considering what you’ve been doing with his son. Frankly, you’re shocked that you manage to interact with your mom, let alone Yuji who look just like him. 
Your body heats up at the sound of the door opening. It’s crazy that you’ve gotten so used to what he sounds like. You’re able to distinguish every move he makes around the house. His very footsteps time with the ceaseless throbbing between your legs whenever he’s near. 
His sports bag slides across the counter as the door clicks shut, settling in the center of the granite slab. 
“Baby~” He croons at you from across the room. His condescending tone rakes shivers down your back, settling at your pulsing center. 
You don’t respond as you focus intently on the strawberries you’re slicing. Maybe not paying attention to him will work for once. Maybe he’ll give you time to work through your feelings. 
You should know that he wants you too badly to ever leave you alone again. 
“Ignoring me? Really mature.” He chuckles teasingly as he approaches you. “What’s crawled up your ass today, sweetheart?” 
“Nothin’...” You blush heavily, letting the curtain of your hair cover your face so he can’t see and tease you over it. 
“Come on now,” he tucks your hair behind your ear and smirks at the pretty flush covering your cheekbones. His tone is gentle, like he’s trying to pull you out of wherever your head has gone. “Talk to me.” 
His arms come around you, caging you against the counter as he pulls your hair over one shoulder. He kisses along the column of your neck, lulling you into his touch even as your face grows redder. 
“Not out here-” You protest, whimpering as you try to resist his light, intoxicating touches. “‘Kuna someone could see-” 
“That’s what this little attitude is about?” His voice is smug, knowing the effect that he has on your mind and body. He lives to see your walls break down little by little, letting him into your heart despite the world saying you shouldn’t love him. “Baby, no one’s going to be home for hours.” 
Your hand flexes into a fist and rests against the counter. “We r-really shouldn’t.” 
Deep down, you want to continue, but how are you supposed to look at your family if you continue to do this?
You jump as one of his hands comes around your waist, slowly pushing past the hem of your shorts. He gives you the opportunity to push him away but you can’t muster the need to. 
“Baby,” he chides, his fingers pushing between your damp folds to find his favorite spot. “How are you gonna say that when it feels this good to touch you?” 
“But-” You gasp when those digits find their home inside of you and stretch you deliciously. The knife you were holding clatters to the counter as your hips press back into his. It pulls a groan from his throat when your ass slots itself against his achingly hard cock. “Mom and Dad-” 
His free hand flies around you and grasps you by the throat, pinning him to your chest. 
“He’s not your dad.” He growls low, doubling his efforts on your clenching center. It makes your head dizzy with the sounds he’s pulling out of your cunt with how soaked you are. “How about you start whining for my cock instead of worrying about my father.” 
You swallow down a moan, your hand falling back against Sukuna’s shoulder as the pleasure starts to build inside of you. His face comes down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, sucking loving bites onto your skin. 
“Please.” You plead, knowing that he’ll edge you if you don’t crack. You feel Sukuna smile against your neck, in love with his little step sister’s soft cries. 
You cum around his fingers with a pathetic whimper through your bitten lip, shuddering your release until the aftershocks roll down your spine. 
Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to tell him yes. He needs to be inside of you now, especially after the practice he just came from. He stretches your shorts to the side, biting his lip when he finds you not wearing panties beneath the fabric. He’s trained you perfectly, molding you to prepare for him whenever he wants to have you. You’ve made an addict out of him. He can’t go a minute without thinking of you let alone a day without having you. 
Sukuna pushes the hem of his shorts down enough for his cock to bob free. The head of his cock red and angry, leaking with the pre he wants to pump deep inside of you. He’s slow as he presses himself into your cunt, making sure you feel every inch you still struggle to take. He notes how your legs tremor and your knees shake at the intrusion. 
“More, ‘Kuna.” You pant needily, your mind dizzy with the slow pace he's taking. It drives you to madness as he glides his cock into your with measured strokes.
“We’ll get there, baby.” His hand flexes around your neck, reminding you that you’re at his mercy. “Let me enjoy how you strangle my cock.” 
“But I n-need it.” You try to reason with him as tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over. 
He mockingly pouts, teasing you as your hips fill the kitchen with soft plaps. “But you didn’t want it, baby.” 
The hot torrent of shame courses through you again, pushing you higher and making you more desperate. 
“F-feels dirty, ‘Kuna.” You sniffle, writhing as he adds his fingers to slowly circle your clit in time with his slow thrusts. The gathering tears start to drip down your cheeks, making you look messy and broken in.
Fuck yes, it’s dirty. It’s fucking filthy and it’s everything Sukuna has ever needed in his life. His fucking irresistable step sister. 
“You’re my filthy fucking, girl, baby.” He moans in your ear, finally adding some force behind his thrusts. The constant pace of his ministrations bring you back to the edge, only waiting for the moment he decides you’re allowed to cum. “Give me it… show me how fucking disgusting you can be.” 
His words make your center squeeze, the hot shame too much to bear as your knees give out and your body shakes uncontrollably. 
“ S’Perfect for me.” He slurs as his eyes flutter shut and roll back. He slams home with one final, brutal thrust, battering your cervix as he cums deep inside. Your cunt soaks up everything he has to give you, pulling it further into you as your cunt milks him dry. 
His finger thumbs at your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as your body relaxes, coming down from your high. 
“There's nothing wrong about this, baby. You’re the only thing right in my life.” 
His words serve to quell the growing anxiety inside of realizing how much you love this and love him. Sukuna will make sure everything works out.
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yuff7e · 11 months ago
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Hi angel I love your layout!! Your blog is so cutesy :D Can I rq Sanemi bf headcanons? :-)
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⋆.ೃ sanemi bf headcanons !! ࿔*:・ sfw / fluff / headcanons
gender neutral
hi anon !! i love sanemi, he’s the cutest !! and thank you, also the angel nickname has me twirling with cuteness :3 ur the angel for requesting !! enjoy <3
the cuties song -> www.spotify.com
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- pure definition of “i hate everyone but you”
- like actually
- buddy doesn’t like no one besides his brother and you atp
- he’s over here cuddling you when no one’s looking and then slashing demons heads off w 0 remorse the next second
- honestly a pretty good sweet talker i would think
- he knows what to say to you to sweep you off your feet, he just doesn’t do it often
- in the right setting he will, but then he gets a little flustered with the affection you give him afterwards
- he likes taking the lead in anything, no matter what it is
- if you want to eat something new he’ll take a bite first “just in case”
- has extreme trust issues, so when you came around it took him a while to actually warm up to you
- so it took him an even longer time actually beginning to like you
- and then it took him LONGER to start dating you
- but he’s def worth the wait, you have a personal bodyguard for LIFE.
- i would think he’s extremely loyal, since he already doesn’t trust anyone and seeing how he’s trusted you enough to start dating you - id think he thinks you’re the one type-thing
- like, he picked you and wants a future with you
- you’re not just some partner that he’s dating “just cause”
- like no he saw visions of yalls future kids FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES BRO.
- he saw visions.
- jk lol
- maybe.
- he’s crazy so maybe yeah, he did see visions…..
- he’s not the biggest fan of physical touch, but really likes acts of service and words of affirmation
- if you go and do something for him he’s on his knees for you (promise not in a weird way, unless you want it to be lol)
- or if you praise him he gets a little flustered and turns his head away from you to hide the faint blush on his cheeks
- “hey, stop that.”
- “sorry!! you’re just so cool baby, i could talk about you forever.”
- “[name]!!”
- honestly, i definitely see him being pretty overprotective
- especially with what you wear and what you do
- not in a abusive way, but hey, we’re talking about feral sanemi here
- like, if you’re a female and one of the hashiras and they give you an outfit like mitsuris - he’s immediately turning that down
- unless you didn’t date until after and you were wearing that, he’d make you change
- “you don’t need the other boys over here staring at you, just me.”
- or if you were a guy and saw you helping another girl he’d be giving HEAAVYYY side eye
- like hello sir it’s fine
- or if you had a reputation to be flirtatious with the girls/guys there before you two had started dating, and still decided to date you after that you have another thing coming
- the night he confessed to you he was like “and if i see you talking with any girls/guys, it won’t end well.”
- bros like misa where she’s like “if i see you with another girl, ill kill her.”
- like OKAAYY buddy calm down it’s never that serious
- he feigns over you too, like crazy
- again, not in a weird way (unless you want it to be)
- i mean yeah it can be weird you’re adults, but like he always wants to be by you and if he’s away from you for a hot minute he’s (mysteriously) rushing back to wherever you’re at
- he needs his aura to 1000+ or he won’t be happy
- he’s lovable, and he loves you
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i’m so tired, i’ve written 5 fics today and i’m worn out !! i’ll get to everyone’s tomorrow, goodnight loves <3
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nerdlvr · 10 months ago
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blurb req! talking ab domestic dreamies?!? taking care of a sick dreamie makes my damn heart race 🫠 from the most independent to clingy, just being taken care of with utmost care 💔💔
i love thisss!!!! taking care of a grown ass man really does things to me 😔 thank you for the request! hope you enjoy!
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❀༉‧₊˚. mark likes to laugh off his sickness, make it seem like it’s not a big deal.
but once he snuggles into bed next to you, you can feel him shiver as his body temperature rises, “you okay baby?” he’d just slowly nod as he pushes his head deeper into your neck, “i’m okay, just cold, warm me up.” you’d immediately know he’s sick and rush to get him some medicine, he’d whine once you leave but he’ll whisper out a small “thank you” as he takes his medicine. sick mark means a lot of soups and cuddles, he’s the type to stay in bed all day and force you to stay with him.
❀༉‧₊˚. renjun acts as if nothings wrong.
he’d get up to work like normal and even go out of his way to make you breakfast. but once you hear him let out a little cough you’d drag him to bed and force him to stay there. once you know renjun’s sick he’ll savor this time to make you baby him. he’d ask you to give him water and wrap him in blankets. he thinks he’s being discreet but you know his little trick. so you’d jump into bed and hold him in your arms kissing his cheeks and rubbing his back. he’d smile to himself as he falls asleep in your arms.
❀༉‧₊˚. jeno turns into a man baby when he’s sick nobody can convince me otherwise.
he’d act like he can’t get out of bed and have you do everything for him. soup? you’ve made him some, blankets? already have him wrapped up, medicine? on the bedside table ready to be taken. but he takes it one step farther. he’d ask you to spoon feed him and snuggle him up in blankets, he’ll even ask you to bring the water up to his mouth when he’s taking his medicine. he wants your full love and attention when he’s sick, he just considers it payback for all the times he’s babied you while you’re sick
❀༉‧₊˚. haechan is an absolute menace when he’s sick.
all you’d hear is him whining all day. “y/n, babyyy pleaseeee don’t go i want you to stay here and sleep with me, i can’t sleep without you” pouty lips and tears in his eyes, “hyuck baby im just getting you some water to take your medicine i’ll be back okay?” as you walk away you’d here him moan and groan, “babyyyy come back i’m dyingggg pleaseeeee come backkkk” when you come back he forces you to kiss him as an apology grabbing you tightly so you can’t leave his side, “now you stay with me let’s go to sleep okay?”
❀༉‧₊˚. jaemin keeps to himself when he’s sick.
he’s scared of worrying you too much and doesn’t want to see you panic and run around looking for things to make him feel better. he’d warn you before telling you, “it’s not that bad just a little cold i promise” and you’d try your best not to freak out knowing it’ll just make jaemin feel worse. so you’d open your arms so he could lay down on top of you, his head resting on your chest. you’d kiss his forehead and massage his head softly, “okay jaem i get it, just let me know if you need something, that’s why i’m here you know” he’d let you and little “mhm” before snuggling closer to you and lifting his head to kiss your jaw, “thank you baby right now i just want you here”
❀༉‧₊˚. chenle rarely gets sick, and when he does he usually has already passed the illness onto you.
so you’re both sick in bed taking care of each other. you’d take turns bringing medicine and food, sleeping all day and binge watching shows all night. you’d lay in bed facing each other, covers over your heads, breaths making the tiny space hot. you’d giggle and laugh at the snot running down your noses, and cough when you started to laugh too hard. “ew y/n don’t cough near me your gonna get me sick” as he blows his nose loudly.
❀༉‧₊˚. jisung is embarrassed by the fact that he’s absolutely helpless when he’s sick.
his muscles hurt, his head hurts, his throat hurts, everything is sore and he can barely get out of bed. you’re more than happy to help bringing him whatever he needs, even going as far as bathing him to relieve some of the soreness. he’d spend his whole illness blushing and covering his face, too embarrassed to look at you as you brought the soup filled spoon to his lips or when you rubbed lotion on his freshly washed tummy. “ok that’s enough lotion, please just help me put on my shirt”
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rafessweetgirl · 3 months ago
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secrets
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summary: you’re rafe's girlfriend, but he fucked up and now he needs you to be a little more than just that.
warnings: angst, nothing else fr
a/n: based on diary by alicia keys!! i haven't heard this song in years but when i listened to it a couple weeks ago i alr had a story. very strongly recommend listening to it while reading. (that's fr how i wrote it.) i promise ill get pt 2 of everything you wanted out eventually. love yall <3
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i wont tell...your secrets 
you woke up from your spot on the couch to the front door busting open. who would come barging in this early in the morning? only one person came to mind. “rafe?” you sat up, hands bracing against the cushion under you to help you stand up. you walk over towards the front slamming into him. he’s been gone since yesterday morning and he looks rough, like he’s been in a fight. except that is exactly what happened. you reach for his face, but he flinches away. “hey, hey what’s wrong? where were you?”
he shakes his head. “nothin’ it’s fine. i’m fine.” 
he doesn’t look fine, not even close. “rafe, come on, you look hurt, let me help.”
he steps away from you. “i don’t need your help but…” his worried eyes meet yours. “baby i-i did something.”
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rafes silence speaks volumes. he hasn’t uttered a word since he spoke that cryptic sentence. “you have to tell me eventually, baby.”
baby. he loves when you call him that. it softens the hardness embedded in him. it makes him feel better, worthy of your love that he doesn’t deserve anymore. not after what he did.
“you have to swear you wont tell a fucking soul.” 
your secrets...are safe with me
“it wasn’t john b.” that’s what rafe said. over and over again, like a broken record. that it wasn’t john meaning that it was someone else. what that meant you didn’t know. you assumed it meant that john b didn’t do the something bad your boyfriend mentioned, but instead rafe himself.
“what do you mean? what wasn’t john b?”
“i didn’t mean to, i swear….it wasn’t on purpose.” he turns to you, his knees bumping yours. he grabs your hands squeezing them, using you to relieve his stress. “you have to understand, i was just trying to protect ward.” he starts to try and calm himself. “yeah, i did it for him. wasn't tryna hurt her.”
“i can’t understand what you wont tell me, rafe.” there were so many things that he could’ve done. doing them in wards defense was….odd, to say the least. but about a million scenarios ran through your mind, his hands doing nothing to soothe either of you. “you can tell me anything.”
i will keep....your secrets 
you stare at rafe. you physically can’t move. he was the one who killed peterkin. not john b, like the island had believed. your own boyfriend, your sweet, sweet rafe. he said he did it for ward because “she was gonna kill him, i swear.” but why? 
ward didn’t really respect his son and probably didn’t even love him. and rafe hated him for that. all his life, he treated rafe as less than. so why, when it came down to it, would rafe choose ward?
“i love him, i really do, baby.”
“he doesn’t feel the same, rafe!” he shoots up suddenly, making you flinch.
“shut up! he does, he just has a hard time showing it. but i-“ he accentuates the "i" with a finger to his own chest, “i saved him. and now he’ll actually see me as his son, not just some kid he gave his dna to. but i lose that if i go to jail. so you can’t say a fucking word.”
your heartbeat begins to speed up. he’s putting the burden of his actions on you. you had nothing to do with it but if you agree to stay quiet about the truth, you might as well have pulled the trigger yourself. but you can’t betray rafe. you love him and everyone else in his life has hurt or betrayed him in one way or another. you can’t be added to the list.
tears begin to pool in your eyes. a few fall as you look down towards the floor. “i won’t.” 
just think of me as the pages in your diary
his personal diary. whenever shit goes left he'll turn to you, confide in you. he'll open you up, pick up the pen and write down every little secret. when he's done he'll close your pages and make you swear not to tell a soul. then he'll lock you up, guaranteeing the safety of his secrets. 
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lovely divider by @kimjiho1
i wanna start a tag list, lmk if you want added! 💞
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luvyeni · 5 months ago
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🍡… ( drabble ) anytime anywhere ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 大崎将太郎 ՞
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⸃ ⸰ ⌁  you both can’t seem to keep your hands off each other ヾ
boyfriend!shotaro・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ oral ( f ) ‎ multiple sex scenes. mutual masturbation. public sex. wc ・ ‎0.6k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library
request. i can just imagine both reader and shotaro constantly coming to jump eachothers bones at just random points of the day, at work? the dorms? mid convo with friends? doesn’t matter, shotaro comes up and says “hey i need you for something” and im dropping everything immedietly, and he would do the same the minute you walk up and tug on his arm like “excuse me ill be right back” so casually just to destroy you the minute you guys find somewhere mostly private.
「 ୨୧ authors note 」 enjoy it , hope you like it <3
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your friends love you two they do; but they hate asking you out sometimes — because they know you two will most likely disappear for sometime and they knew exactly what you two were doing; and you two could give less of a fuck.
“sex addicts.” is what they would call you, and you couldn’t deny it either, you and shotaro were insatiable; the need to feel each other all the times. if you’re at home and in need of your man, but his work is holding him back? best believe he’s taking a five minute break, going into the bathroom and talking you through. “come on princess i don’t have much time.” he said , hand on his cock, head back groaning in your ear. “stuff those little fingers in your pretty pussy and cum for me.”
when you come over to the dorms; the boys know they have approximately 30 minutes to either; 1. get the hell out. or 2. find their headphones and head to their rooms because if they don’t then they’re at risk of hearing you and him going at it in his room. “baby why aren’t you moaning?” he was balls deep inside you, he knows your body and he knows how loud you are and how loud you could be , so this would be a surprise to him. “b-because your members are home.” you bite your lip to contain your moans; but taro? yeah he doesn’t give of a fuck. he wants to hear you — he needs to hear you.
“baby you feel so good.” he groans. “your pussy is making so much noise for me , but i want to hear you.” he fingers slotting between your bodies , toying with your clit. “yo-your memb- you shouldn’t be thinking about them while im inside you, i should be the only thing on your mind.” he said , pushing down on your stomach, fucking deeper inside you. “taro!” you shrieked making him smirk as he fucked into you with much more force. “that’s it, keep moaning for me.”
you could even be in the middle in the conversation with a friend and he’ll come up to you; he’ll even give the person a friendly smile; hold a little conversation with them, his hand on your shoulder, massaging it a little ( this is him letting you know non-verbally that he wants you right then and there). he’ll hold the conversation for a few minutes before bending down to your ear, giving you a little kiss on the cheek. to your friend it’s the cutest thing ever; but to you that’s the physical warning that he wants you then and there. “can i steal them away for a minute; baby i need your help with something.”
you don’t even need to say anything; just come up to him and tug on his arm, nuzzling your face against his shoulders and he’s turning to give you a smile; before giving his friends a quick goodbye, dragging you to the nearest private place. “fuck taro!” you moaned, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked into you roughly, holding you up. “mhmm fuck princess you feel so fucking good.” the bathroom you found small and cramped , but you two didn’t care. “sh-shit i love this pussy so much , gonna cum so fucking much.” his head dropping to look down at your bodies. “ta-taro im gonna cum.”
holding on to the sink as he held your thigh tightly. “gonna cum -fuck- im gonna cum inside you.” he moans. “want you to keep inside until we get home and i can eat your pretty pussy.” your nails digging into his skin, legs wrapped tightly around. “t-taro im cumming!” your head thrown back as you came. “fu-fuck , cum for me baby.” he moaned, cock twitching inside of you as he shot his load inside you. “oh fuck.” his forehead resting against your , smiling while heavy breathing. “our friends hate us.” you giggled against his lips.
“sorry i just can’t get enough of your pretty pussy.”
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