#because the idea of loving your child and acting

[diaryofavillainwhore]

— Corrupt Me Softly

She smiled too easily. That’s the first thing he noticed about her.

In a city choked with smoke and rot, she was all softness and light. The kind of girl who bent to help a bleeding stranger. Who picked flowers from the cracks in the pavement. Who still clapped when pro heroes gave speeches and said things like ��We’ll protect you.”

It was fucking laughable. Pathetic. He hated girls like that. He wanted girls like that. No, he wanted her.

Dabi first saw her during a league attack gone wrong. Her arms were wrapped around a sobbing child, blood on her hands, eyes wide and too brave. She looked up and saw him through the fire. His face was half hidden by staples and shadow, but he saw her clearly. That beautiful soft face, the big eyes. And what she didn’t do. What she should’ve done. She didn’t scream or beg. She watched him with unblinking eyes… and that was it.

He should’ve turned her into kindling. Should’ve reduced her to bones and ash, like the rest of the meatbags in the way. But something about her made him pause for a second. And in that second, the idea planted itself like a spark on dry wood.

What would someone like her sound like when she cried for him?

She didn’t even know his name, not really. She had heard rumors about the league of villains and its members. But he was like whispers in the smoke.

And he followed her every day. Sat on rooftops with a cigarette between his teeth, watching her go about her sunshine life. She wore skirts that floated when she walked. Took care of stray cats. Gave money to buskers. Laughed with her friends like she hadn’t seen a man burn alive last week.

He started slow. A scorched bouquet outside her door. A voice in the dark. A heat on the back of her neck when she walked alone. She left her curtains open like an invitation, like she wanted to be seen.

And Dabi? He watched her sleep. Watched her press her knees together in bed like she was pretending not to be needy. She was aching for something she didn’t understand yet and it made him smile, because he’d be the only one able to give it to her.

Then the man at her work smiled too long. Chatted her up with clear intentions. She was too naive to notice, but Dabi saw everything, and he acted.

Two days later, he was found in an alley, tongue cooked black, hands melted down to the knuckles. No suspects. No witnesses. Just a message burned into the bricks.

‘Don’t touch what’s mine.’

She knew. She knew he was watching her, and she didn’t tell the heroes. That’s when he knew she’d break.

When he finally showed himself again, it was in the alley behind her apartment. Her hands trembled, But she didn’t run.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered.

He stepped close. Breath hot against her ear. His fingers slid over her jaw like he was touching glass. “Everything.”

And he took everything piece by piece. First, her time. Then, her truth. He made her lie to her friends. Made her second-guess the people she trusted. Made her sneak out just to hear his voice. She started trembling not from fear, but from want. From the sick little thrill of hearing her name curl off his tongue like a threat.

When she told him she still believed in heroes, he laughed. “Then why do you moan like a sinner when I touch you?”

One day, she came to her childhood home to black smoke in the distance. Gone—burned to the ground. Every memory, every piece of who she used to be, gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

He found her on her knees in the rain, sobbing. And all he did was kneel behind her and stroke her hair like a lover. “They never gave a fuck about you. They loved your brother more. They always did. Now they can’t hurt you anymore.”

She screamed at him. Fought him. Hit him until her knuckles split. And he let her, because pain is still attention and rage is still connection.

Beneath it all, her heart was cracking like glass under pressure. “You’re sick,” she spat.

“No, baby,” he purred, cupping her face, his thumb brushing the tear on her cheek. “I’m in love.”

She had a plan. A secret exit stashed under the floorboards—money, a burner phone, a recording of what Dabi had done. Names. Dates. Faces.

He had changed her. He had Warped her. He had twisted everything she believed in. But maybe… maybe she still had time to undo it.

She told herself she wasn’t running from him, just running back to the truth. Back to the heroes she once adored. To justice and to the light that used to warm her, before cold flames surrounded her like a shield. No, not a shield, but a cage.

One last chance to escape the monster who lived in her shadow.

She got as far as one street away from the agency. Her hands trembled as she looked up at the building. Its sleek glass windows reflecting hope, safety, salvation.

Her eyes burned with tears. She stepped forward, and a hand closed over her wrist. Hot. Unmistakable. Dabi.

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” he murmured behind her, low and calm, the way it always was right before he snapped. “After everything I gave you, everything I burned for you… you really thought you could crawl back to them?”

She gasped, tried to yank her arm free, but he was already dragging her backwards into the alley. Into the dark, and out of sight.

Her body betrayed her, like whenever he touched her. When she smelled that unmistakable scent of smoke and musk. She shivered at his touch, weak with adrenaline and full of twisted memories.

“No—let me go, Dabi—” she whimpered weakly.

“No,” he growled, shoving her against the damp brick wall, pressing his body to hers. “You don’t get to fucking leave.”

Despite the beautiful sunny day, the alley was tight and cold. A siren wailed in the distance. She still could see the hero agency’s sign, beyond the edge of the wall. So close. Even a single scream could save her, but the fear of what would happen to Dabi overpowered the need to step back into the light.

So she let him held her there, trapped in the shadows, his hands sliding under her shirt like he owned her.

“You thought you were a civilian again?” he sneered. “That you could go back to your little sunshine life and wash the filth off? You’re not one of them anymore. You’re mine.”

She whimpered, struggling, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I just wanted to feel normal again.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his voice turned dangerously soft. “You were normal. I made you better. I made you real. I made you mine. And now you’re gonna show me you remember that.”

She froze as he dropped to his knees in the filth of the alleyway, yanked her panties down beneath her skirt, and pushed her thighs apart. “Dabi, no—please, someone might see—”

“Then maybe they’ll learn who you belong to.”

He licked a slow stripe up her inner thigh, fingers bruising her hips as he buried his face into her soaked cunt. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way he ate her. Every lick, every suck was punishment. Her back arched against the brick. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry. It was sick and twisted how she wept for him.

“That’s it,” he rasped against her pussy, pulling away just enough to look up at her. “Say you missed me. Say you missed my mouth, my cock, my hands around your throat. Say you don’t want them. You want me.”

She shook her head, choking on a sob, “I—I wanted out—”

“Liar. You wanted to be caught. You wanted me to remind you how fucking good it feels to be ruined.”

He stood and opened the zipper of his pants, enough to free his partly burned cock out. Angry, hot and leaking for her. He gripped her thigh with one hand and hooked it around his waist. The other holds his cock tightly, smacking it against her swollen clit until she was sobbing. Then he thrusted into her in one brutal push. She cried out, eyes wide, walls clenching around him with betrayal and sick, molten need.

“You hear that?” he growled, rolling his hips in slow, devastating rhythm. “That wet little pussy knows where she belongs. Not in some glass tower full of hypocrites. Not at the feet of heroes. Here. In the dark. Taking me like a fucking whore.”

He kissed her like he was starving. Fucked her like he was punishing her for the thought of leaving. Slow and mean, hands holding her open, body caging her in, fucking her against the bricks like she was nothing but his plaything.

“Tell me,” he hissed against her ear, “do the heroes make you cum like I do? Do they choke you while you beg for more? Do they own your fucking soul like I do?”

She sobbed and wailed and squeezed her eyes shut. Pleasure and shame blurted the edges of her mind. “Please,” she whimpered.

He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in with a growl. “Say. It. Say you’re mine. Say you never fucking left.”

And with her face soaked, her thighs shaking, her pussy gripping him like she never wanted to let go—she cracked. She cracked and broke completely. “I’m yours. I never left. I can’t—I can’t live without you—”

He groaned deeply and looked up to the sky, like he was thanking every fucked up god that she’d be finally his. His hips started to stutter as he ground deep inside her and spilled her womb full of him. He held her there for a long moment, still buried inside her. His grip bruised her skin, two hearts pounding like war drums and finding the same rhythm.

Then he kissed her temple so sweetly it made her cry again. “That’s my girl. You’ll never leave again. Not unless you want the world to burn for it.”

for @dabislittlemouse, because corruption never felt so good

[peasack]

Hey guys! Back with the platonic!reader x thunderbolts.

Thought this would be a cute and kinda wholesome idea, so hope you guys like it!!

Thunderbolts x gn!platonic!reader

✦ Thunderbolts game night headcanons ✦

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✦ Alexei Shostakov ✦

LOUD. He’s yelling before the game even starts. He’s so competitive, even in Uno or Monopoly. He's the type to slam his cards on the table like he's in a high-stakes poker match.

Cheats constantly. Steals money from the bank, hides cards, pretends rules don’t apply to him. If you catch him, he acts like it’s part of the game.

Has no idea how to play anything electronic. You try to get him to play Mario Kart, but he just crashes into walls and screams in Russian.

Nicknames the dice. He’ll be like, “Come on, Natasha! Don’t fail me!” and everyone’s like… who is he talking to? He’s talking to the dice.

He has a pair of lucky dice named after his kids, including you. Whenever it's all or nothing he grabs them from his pocket, whispers to them and somehow always gets the score he needs.

Doesn’t understand losing. Will pout like a child if you beat him. He’s a sore loser but forgives you after you share snacks with him.

✦ Yelena Belova ✦

Master of trash talk. Soft voice, brutal words. “Oh? You think you will win? That’s so cute. I will destroy you.” She’s actually very sweet but she plays it up to mess with you.

Always brings the weird snacks. She shows up with like pickled herring chips or something and acts offended if no one else tries them.

Pretends not to care but actually loves winning. She’ll play it cool but does a little fist pump under the table when she beats John.

Secretly teams up with you against the others. If it’s a team game, you and Yelena are partners 99% of the time, and you both cheat in the most creative ways.

Loves chaotic games. Uno, Jenga, Cards Against Humanity—anything where she can ruin people.

✦ Bucky Barnes ✦

Reluctant participant. He shows up because you asked him to but claims he doesn’t like games. Lies. He gets super into it.

Super patient when teaching you new games. Will quietly explain rules to you if you’re confused, even if the others are already playing.

Lowkey very good at strategy games. Chess? Clue? He’s unbeatable. He has war-era patience and loves a good tactical challenge.

Loses his mind over video games. Cannot aim for his life in a shooter game. “Why is this kid running in circles? Stop jumping! STAND STILL!”

Protects you when the others gang up. When John and Yelena are being little gremlins, Bucky will switch sides to back you up.

✦ John Walker ✦

The worst when he’s losing. He’ll start questioning the rules, the fairness of life, the position of the table legs—anything to justify why he’s not winning.

Gets VERY loud in team games. Yelling directions, yelling at Bob for not following his plan. Absolute coach mode.

Takes everything WAY too seriously

"It's just Uno John.."

“THERE ARE RULES, Y/N. THERE. ARE. RULES.”

Softens if you get upset. He’s competitive but if you start to actually feel bad, he immediately backs off and maybe, just maybe he'll let you win the next round.

✦ Bob Reynolds ✦

Lowkey the peacemaker. Tries to keep everyone calm but ends up making snarky little comments when John gets on his nerves.

Very good at puzzle games. The quiet thinker. Can solve a Rubik’s Cube in like a minute and wins all the brain games.

Surprisingly sassy when he’s tired. If it’s late, he’ll start roasting people quietly under his breath and you are howling.

Always ends up on your team. You’re his comfort person. You’re the one who can get him to laugh even when he’s overwhelmed.

Super soft when you win. Always congratulates you, even if the others are too busy fighting to notice. Might gently pat your head like, "You did good, Starlight."

✦ Ava Starr ✦

Chaos incarnate. She plays to destroy people. She’s fast, sneaky, and will fully phase through the table to steal cards if you’re not watching.

Hates losing. But instead of yelling like John, she just gets eerily silent and stares at you.

"Ava, it’s just Connect Four."

Deadpan "No. It’s not."

Loves games with sabotage. Like Uno. Reverse cards are her love language.

Doesn’t really like team games. Unless you’re her partner. Then she’ll protect you like a hawk.

Let’s you win sometimes, but pretends she didn’t. “No, you just got lucky, don’t get cocky.”

✦ Group Dynamics ✦

Yelena and John are the loudest. Always fighting, always accusing each other of cheating.

Bob and Bucky just exchange looks like: “Why do we hang out with these people?”

Alexei is the one who flips the Monopoly board when he’s losing. Every time.

You always get away with the sneakiest cheats because Bucky secretly lets you.

Ava and Yelena 100% gang up on John at least once per game night.

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Hope you guys liked it! My requests are always open so if you have any ideas I'dove to write them! <3

[otp-after-dark]

Atwood helped me be brave. I only wish June got to be brave too.

I read The Handmaid’s Tale long before it became a television series, at a time in my life when I was quietly crawling out of trauma. I was meeting someone new. Someone who didn’t check all the usual boxes but made me feel seen. Truly seen. Alive in ways I hadn’t felt before. The story of June and Nick hit me in the gut because it mirrored that feeling. It gave me courage. It whispered that there was power in choosing a love that wasn’t safe, but true.

Then the show came along. And Max Minghella’s performance in Season 1… I mean, I fell. Hopelessly. I’ve loved many fictional men—Damon Salvatore, Logan Echolls—but Nick Blaine? He carved out a different kind of space.

Nick wasn’t the loudest. He wasn’t the most traditionally heroic. He was quiet, restrained, morally conflicted, and often relegated to the shadows. But in those silences, in his stillness, there was devotion. There was rage. There was love. He carried guilt and grief and longing in his body like it was armor, and still, he chose her. Again and again. Even when it put him at odds with the world he was surviving in. Even when it meant sacrificing his own safety, his status, his peace.

As a woman, it might seem strange to say that I saw myself in him, but I did. I saw someone who couldn’t always say what he felt, but who loved with terrifying intensity. I saw someone who understood that survival sometimes meant compromise, but that love, real love, demanded bravery.

But what deepened my connection to this story wasn’t just the romance. It was the idea that you didn’t have to follow the path that was laid out for you. That women could choose something different. That there was dignity and liberation in building a life outside the box. That loving messily, unconventionally, could be its own act of resistance.

And that womanhood didn’t have to be defined by motherhood. That you could be whole without bearing children, or without raising them. That your love, your worth, your capacity for care and strength and identity wasn’t contingent on being a “good mother” in the traditional sense.

But in the end, the story abandoned that truth. It elevated motherhood as the only valid expression of female strength and purpose, and it did so at the expense of women who live outside that mold. It erased the woman who loves deeply but cannot be with her child. The woman who chooses love that doesn’t lead to family in the traditional sense. The woman whose story is not centered on caregiving, but on surviving, resisting, burning it all down, and loving wildly while doing it.

In doing so, the story scapegoated the childless woman. The woman who doesn’t fit. The woman who dares to define herself outside of motherhood. It punished June for being that woman, for loving a man who didn’t belong in the picture-perfect frame. For wanting more than a white-picket-fence ending. For wanting freedom, not just family.

That message, the one that first made me brave, was lost. And I’m still grieving that loss.

I chose the unconventional path. I chose the complicated love. I chose the life outside the box. And I’ve never regretted it.

So it breaks my heart that the show abandoned that message in the end. That it framed June’s deepest, most complicated love as something to let go of. That it punished her for choosing a man who didn’t “fit” the traditional mold. That it silenced the radical power of what they were together. That it refused to let her say the words we all knew were true.

I wish she had been allowed to say it out loud. To name her love. To choose it. Loudly. Proudly. Bravely.

Because sometimes being brave means not going back to what’s easy or expected. Sometimes it means loving the complicated thing. Building the messy life. Choosing the partner who sees all your darkness and stays anyway.

Atwood helped me be brave. And if you’re standing at that crossroads, I hope you will be brave too.

For the life outside the box. For the love that doesn’t make sense on paper. For the version of yourself that feels most alive.

Even if the show forgot that in the end… I won’t. And I hope you won’t either.

[velorvm]

if you’re still taking ideas, would you be willing to talk about Childe and fingers? 👀🫶🏻 ily pls have a yummy treat today you deserve it

ohh, hii, thank u sm for the yummy treat!! let's share it together!!

childe is used to battles and sparring and the acts of violence. if his skin meets the skin of another, it's in battle, in a fight, never just for the touch itself, for the way it feels to the participants. so, the way he handles you can be rough, clumsy. his fingers tend to grab you, to dig into your flesh rather than to caress it with utmost care. he does care of course, he just loves the way you feel underneath his touch, to feel how you give into the pressure he puts on, the softness of you. his fingers never leave bruises on you, but he loves finding them and pressing against them ever so slightly and to see how you twitch underneath his touch. loves grabbing your face, your hips and thighs, just everywhere where softness may lay and give him something to properly grab onto. and ofc, his fingers are always on your pulse, reading your heartbeat and the way it races when he's in your presence. your touch is something he begins to seek out more often, too. he's used to people avoiding coming in contact with him, so he almost chases after your touch, his body begging for you to let your fingers glide over his exposed skin. particularly loves it when you cup his face or trail over his throat. the latter especially because he can be so vulnerable with you and practically give you the chance to end him, yet you never do. will pull your hands onto him if he's feeling particularly needy.

to me, childe loves eating you out, devouring you and keeping a part of you in himself. but he will absolutely use his fingers to bring you to the heights of pleasure. either in company with his mouth and tongue, or on their own. he touches you in ways nobody else could have, with desire and need. pulls you at the seams and watches you unravel over and over again. thus he tends to overstimulate you way too easily. he loves watching your reaction and will keep his eyes on you at all times as he moves his fingers just the way you want and need him. in a way, he takes more pleasure in pleasuring you than making you work for his pleasure, so it's rare that you manage to wrap your fingers around him. it only happens when he wants to prove his trust to you, to prove his undying love to you. he offers himself to you fully, makes himself vulnerable before your very eyes and allows you free reign over him, as long as you're content and assured of his loyalty towards you.

fingersucking, he gets way to into it. with absolute vigor. he loves when it gets messy and will leave many long lasting marks on your skin, making you his in every sense of the word. he sucks and licks and bites like there's no tomorrow and will moan as the taste of you covers his tongue. will leave a trail of spit all over you and will caress your skin with his tongue over and over again, dragging it carefully over every inch of you. similar to the above, he won't find pleasure in you sucking his fingers. but if you happen to do it anyway, he's gonna be so mean about it. he's gonna tease you and depending either praise or degrade you. will push your tongue down watching as you squirm underneath his touch and force you to open your mouth wider for him to make a mess out of you. may even spit into your mouth if you're being particularly alluring and pathetic, and he gets ecstatic when he watches you swallow the mix of your salivas.

(fingers)

[risingsoleil]

I was thinking about the Linzin AU, where Lin dies during childbirth and Tenzin takes the baby without telling anyone where she is from. But Su realized that she is her niece. Obviously, neither of them would leave this baby and would want to be involved in her life. So what would their co-parenting look like? I mean, would they want the baby to call Su "mom"? Would they live together? How would Baatar Sr. be involved? How would Su's kids and the rest of Tenzin's kids react to this whole situation?

Sorry if there are a lot of questions😅

I must give this little girl a name, so I will name her Xiaoming - "little brightness"

Back to the drama.

The kids have no idea that little baby is also their little sister.

This is one of those family secrets they would find out when they're grown adults. Pema refused to acknowledge the little girl because she's a reminder and the proof that Tenzin had an affair on her. She allows Xiaoming on the island because she knows that Tenzin would never give up this child for adoption, not when she's the child he always wanted with Lin.

Pema also wants to save face for the family. The kids don't need to know anything about the drama. She wants to act as if nothing has happened.

I feel like Tenzin and Su would come to an agreement that he raises Xiaoming during the typical school year. And on vacations, she gets to be with her Beifong family. Su didnt' like that, but since Tenzin is the father, she can't argue that he has more parenting dominion/time with her.

Although Xiaoming is with family on ATI, she still feels isolated. Tenzin is essentially being a single-dad to Xiaoming while also being husband/father to his main family. He also makes it very clear to Xiaoming that her mommy is not Pema. Her mommy is Lin and she's in heaven.

Suyin continues to stay in Zaofu, but she and the family maintain consistent contact with RC to talk to Xiaoming. They exchange letters and have frequent phone calls to keep the connection.

Xiaoming flourishes when she's in Zaofu because she feels so much more accepted. And that there's less drama lol

Xiaoming one day accidentally calls Suyin "Mommy"

Su is happy and elated, but equally sad because she doesn't feel right claiming that title that belongs to Lin. So she just calmly and lovingly smiles and lets it go. If Xiaoming continues to call her "mommy" she will tell her that her mommy is Lin.

Su and Tenzin do a great job respectively in speaking highly of Lin to Xiaoming. They feel a sense of redemption through parenting her.

Beifong kids absolutely love Xiaoming, and always throw a tantrum when it's time for her to go back to RC with Tenzin. In the Beifong household, Xiaoming feels as if there was always a space for her there, even if she's been gone for a long time.

Baatar Sr. is spoiling Opal and Xiaoming equally lol There aren't many girls in his household, so the girls get lots of gifts and away with their mischief.

The kids beg Tenzin to let her stay for the school year so they can play the whole time. Xiaoming is equally being sad about leaving her cousins. She likes spending time with her siblings, but things are weird with Tenzin and Pema that she can't pinpoint.

I think that covers all your questions haha I definitely didn't mind bc this was a lot of fun to think about and explore!

[sillyparker]

i dont think enough people understand eddies relationship with his mother, because she undoubtedly does love her son. she just fucking sucks.

i think its a very easy and truly justifiable mistake to make, but helena diaz does not hate eddie, even with the way she acts, the way she diminishes his capability as a father consistently and wants to keep chris from the person best suited to raise him. its a very complicated dynamic, because she simply sees herself as right, like shes genuinely doing what she thinks is best for her son and grandson, not a choice out of malice, but an actual consideration of whats right.

that doesnt make it true though, she isnt right, not in any world. and yet nonetheless, its an impossible fight. eddie still loves his mother, even if hes entirely able to realize the fact she actively attempts to ruin his life by micromanaging it constantly. and all because when you have a mother like helena diaz, it leaves you helpless. shes incredibly sweet and caring when she wants to be, and means it too, she loves her kids dearly, and yet - does things that completely contradict their happiness and way of life.

its hard to explain even if you lived it, because this person whom you simultaneously love is genuinely one of the worst people you have, and will probably ever meet. with his father barely being in the picture too, his mother was who he had, she took care of him and gave him the love he lacked from his father, and still, she is absolutely awful.

its horrible, its so so horrible. but she doesnt hate him, she just sucks.

[mrscienceman4000]

Wait what if Sanji met Luffy he was a child- that would be so cute, and Luffy would be so supportive of his (future) cook!

[nexus-nebulae]

so. for A Long While now we've considered officially pursuing converting to judaism. and we've finally really started the whole research process and getting familiarized with the religion and everything and. does anyone have tips on how to feel comfortable in a new religion when you've been so harmed by specific religious groups in the past (especially when the religion you have bad history with is so close to the one you're converting to, like being another abrahamic religion)

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Hhhhh brainrotting over Ianfinite <- man who should not be this obsessed over the psyche of someone's Sonic oc

Anyways, I think it's a common misconception that Infinite simps for Ian Jr, but Ian Jr would never reciprocate feelings

What if the feelings are mutual but each of them thinks the other does not feel the same

Like Infinite thinks Ian Jr is cool, and that he can see right through his attempts to be cool and edgy (even if he also simultaneously thinks he is how he tries to be). He wants to please Ian Jr so he can win him over, or at the very least so Ian Jr will keep him around. Pathetic Jackal trying to impress his crush and make his crush see him as super cool and great, but also afraid that his crush can see through him and will notice every slip up or mistake. Doesn't think Ian jr feels the same but wants to make it happen by just being so appealing

And what's funny is that Ian Jr *does* see right through him. He can see that Infinite is pathetic and cringe. He *does* notice when Infinite slips up and fails. Except that's what Ian Jr likes about him. Does this make sense? Someone would be like "Infinite is cringe!" and Ian Jr would counter with "I know! It's what makes him appealing!" Or at the very least he knows and doesn't care. But even though that Ian Jr can see Infinite's attempts to look cool in front of him and what would be Infinite's attempts to woo him, it does not occur to Ian Jr that Infinite likes him romantically.

Ian Jr looked for Infinite after he "went missing" (I have not played forces. I heard Infinite got trapped in the phantom ruby or something? Idk I'm thinking from a specific comic I'm pretty sure Ian made), but Infinite doesn't know this. Infinite isn't just acting the way he does because he wants to prove himself better than Shadow, but also because he frankly wants to make Ian Jr swoon (and be considered cool by the mobian he thinks is just so incredibly cool), and Ian Jr doesn't know this.

This could be solved if they just talked about it, but they won't!😂

Because Infinite is dedicated to his plan of winning over Ian Jr without having to reveal himself (basically getting Ian Jr to confess and choose him)

And Ian Jr believes Infinite doesn't feel that way and is just glad Infinite is around and alive at least, so he doesn’t see any reason to talk about anything

Idiots idiots someone should force them to kiss

It wouldn't fix this, but it would be funny

[revvnant]

i sit and stew on a post so potent about the victim blaming that goes on in wider fandom headcanons about these characters that goes unnoticed because it's never overt or even intentional and i eat my hands because it's the jumpscare games for kids with their parents' credit cards.

[shujichii]

your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), hatake kakashi, uchiha itachi (naruto), your favorite.

[xavierfan]

more bre3ding/cr3amp1e p-links pls 🫣

warnings: sexual content below! p-links and sexually explicit descriptions are in this post

i genuinely don't know what to say anymore but this is sylus. on everyone's soul, THIS IS SYLUS

this one too

this too

sylus likes to fuck his seed back into you himself, he does so quite softly. it's an extremely intimate act when he does it, he's gentle and slow, and it's really not about possession to him. he just likes it— the warmth, the slickness, the sound, and the lewdness of it all.

> heavy breeding kink with no hints of possessiveness, he straight up just wants you to have his kid idfk. he would definitely say stuff like, "you're going to make a wonderful mother to our kids." / "kitten, one day you're going to get pregnant and i'm going to be so lucky." / "fuck, kitten, you want me to fuck my cum back into you, right? you want me to get you pregnant, right?"

idk why but this one gives me a caleb vibes

this one is also him

this one too

this too 😭😭😭

i keep adding caleb links im tweaking

caleb really enjoys watching his cum leak out of you. he would tease you, "pipsqueak, you're wasting it", as he just watches you squirm. to him, this is something akin to 'marking' you, walking up behind you later while out talking about, "think you're still leaky, pip."

> he's also probably got a crazy breeding kink mixed with a little —or a lot— bit of crazy obsession idfk, shit like "when your belly gets big, everyone's going to know who you belong to" / "one day i'm gonna get you pregnant" / "you'd look so good carrying my child, pips" / "if you let it all out, you'll hurt my feelings pips."

i think rafayel kind of goes feral once you let him cum in you... like he just keeps going idk

teasing him

rafayel is less breeding kink more crazy about you. loves anything to do with you, sex is not an exception, and he puts you on a pedestal a little differently to the rest of the boys. a bit like a mutt, you let him cum in you and suddenly he can't stop rutting into you, trying to chase another high.

> less breeding kink, more pathetic subby male who is so fucking excited to be fucking you. "fuck. fuck. fuck. 'm gonna cum again, please? please let me keep going?" / "princess, you feel soo good, please." / "princess, i'm sorry, let's keep going..." / "i'll be so good for you, princess, let me keep going."

sorry i know you specifically asked for breeding and i know this isn't but it still has cum ...

this is also zayne idk

zayne....

zayne rarely ever finishes inside of you, citing that it's not good for you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to. idk how to explain it, he doesn't let himself finish inside of you because he's worried he'll lose self control.

> heavily likes the idea of breeding, like it probably takes everything in his body to not ram into you as he feels his balls squeeze, probably in your ear talking about "you'd look so beautiful pregnant." / "want to start a family with you." / "one day i'm going to get you pregnant, no need to worry." / "if you keep asking me to cum in you, i just might one day..."

i think xavier would like you fucking yourself with his cum... like shoving anything that comes out back inside

this one too

anotha one

xavier just wants to watch your fingers plug your hole up to prevent any more spillage. it brings a smile to his face to see how desperate you are to keep all of his seed inside of you, it probably gets him hard all over again prompting him to say something like, "don't worry, there's more where that came from."

> no specific breeding kink per say but likes the possessive element of pregnancy like caleb, "they'll know what we get up to at night." / "maybe when you're pregnant he'll stop coming up to you" / "want everyone to know how good you make me feel every night"

notes : i couldnt find that many links 😭😭😭 i've been searching all day so i'm sorry anon... pls forgive me... i hope the little blurbs makeup for the lack of links :(

[miyaz6ki]

☆ wearing their clothes

synopsis. seeing s/o wearing their clothes for the first time :) (like shirts/sweatshirts or jackets/coats :pensive:)

the blade has spoken. erm... first draft being posted... i feel a little nervous after changing from reshinless to the user i use everywhere..

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer

albedo felt himself heating up already. the red that crept up his neck was noticeable as you looked up. you were wearing his lab coat, and all cozy in the bed you both share.

"you're.. wearing.. my.." - "oh.. wow."

he had just come back from work and he couldn't wait to cuddle with you in bed, yet it was as if he wouldn't mind conducting another experiment with his new 'assistant' by his side <3

alhaitham when he suddenly walks into the empty home, tired of the work he's done for only archons knows how long he had been working. he just wanted to come home and tell you about all the things he's been- oh.

he was stunned. star struck. fuck. were you really wearing his sweater right now? the grayhead felt himself simply smirk at he adorable sight of you simply sleeping on the couch. a dinner made just for him, along with dessert on the side (ifykyk)

"maybe i'll tell you when i wake up, love."

capitano who simply lets out a chuckle, one out of love. he loves how large his coat looked on you. he handed it to you after going out for a while, asking you to simply hang it beside his desk. yet you had better ideas. and by better ideas? is to wear it of course!

"well what do we have here? you're so adorable my love."

he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. adoring the way you tried your best not to fall over as you tried to spin. this was enough to keep you warm though. not to mention how he was already carrying you bridal style to bed.

childe laughs, seeing you try on one of his shirts, looking at yourself in the mirror before turning to see him.

baby, you look amazing! how about another spin?

even when you simply scoffed, he loved how you looked right now. fuck, he could feel himself reddening already. he definitely will let you have full access to his wardrobe. just take it all like how you took his heart too.

wriothesley just put his jacket over you to keep you from being wet while watching the melusines play with sigewinne, yet right now he was more focused on how much he admired your figure in his clothes. his jacket.

"what's wrong?" "...nothing. you look amazing today, yk that?"

he chuckled at your behavior, unaware of your own attractiveness as you told them to stop running around the fountain with the wetness of the floor spreading. you couldn't help but ease up and laugh as well.

a certainly crazy day at the court of justice- neuvillette was finally finishing up the last few cases, not to mention how absurd some of the cases were.

not realizing he ended up taking your jacket instead of his home, only realizing it when the melusines mention how different it look from his usual one. oh man. there you were. trying on his coat that just seemed a little too big (or small) on you. gosh were you cute.. what do you mean his ears are red?!

"i.. it looks better on you than me, doesn it?"

dainsleif who was there immediately as soon as the red wine was spilled onto your outfit. quick to spring into acting, he throws his jacket over it just as fast. scolding the person who jealously just oh-so accidentally ruined your outfit tonight purely because they wanted your significant other? oh please he wasn't having any of that!

but by the time his anger went away, he didn't realize how.. alluring you looked.. in something he wore all the time. it definitely suited you better, only noticing after he finally parked the car. he definitely had to give you more of his clothes.

"you.. uh.. i.. well.. you're beautiful. you know, you're welcome to keep that."

diluc's face was turning as red as his hair seeing how you quietly snored, sound asleep in his- no, your shared bed. seeing how closely you held his coat to your chest, as well as the shirt you wore.

"...I don't.. deserve you."

he simply took his boots off, letting his arms snake you close, one of his hands trailing up to your scalp, calmly stroking your head as he feels you smile into his chest. this was life.

kinich who always had an interesting wardrobe, you really just wanted to see how comfy his clothes were if he can swing back and forth that far!

and in which you did, spinning and looking at yourself in the mirror in his clothing. you loved it even more from how it smelled just like him too <3

"someone's having fun aren't they?"

you felt yourself blush out of embarassment of getting caught. but before you could apologize, he already had his lips on yours.

when xiao decides it'd be a good idea to give you a hoodie just to realize you never gave it back. is it just.. yours now?

and to find out the answer? yes! it is! and he finds out in the cutest way possible—by finding you sleeping soundly and wearing it all the same. almost indifferent about it as if it was normal.

"you okay?" "i-i've been looking for this y-you know.."

he only flushed more when you tell him you missed him so much.

finally coming home, wanderer, or scaramouche just wanted to cuddle. no words shared. just to hold you in his arms.

but maybe it was good that didn't happen. because now he was looking at the love of his life, and eating the food they made him. knowing how they made it with the knowledge on how he can't really taste anything. not to mention you were wearing.. that sweatshirt he lent you.

you.. look.. good.

[hoshigray]

Satoru and Suguru having a competition over who can impregnate their sweet shared lover first, please?

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my goodness???....you got my attention.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - canon divergence; implied geto is still a jujutsu tech sorcerer - satosugu taking turns with you - kissing; making out - lotus (geto) + eagle (gojo) positions - breeding kink - scratching - multiple orgasms - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, of get tf up) - cervix fucking - creampies - clitoral play (swiping) - pet names (angel, baby, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetheart) - humor - mention of drool + heavy depictions of come/semen.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

“Oooh—Haahh! Ohhh, God, Suguu, y’ feel so good…!”

“You feel good, too, princess...Hgghh! Shit, Y/n—“

“Yo, can you hurry it up? You know I’m not a patient guy, Suguru.”

Gojo sucks his teeth while watching you get it on with Geto. It was one of those nights when they’d come home and surprise you together. Usually, one would be assigned longer shifts or missions (that one mostly being Gojo), and the other would return home to eat dinner and sleep with you. But there would be those days when they’d arrive home in unison and try to do whatever they can to have you enjoy these rare moments with all three of you.

Sometimes, it would be Gojo taking you guys to some delicious café that sells parfaits that you’d probably like or Geto having the idea to have lunch at the park and enjoy the sun together. But, of course, there’d be those days when simply being inside the apartment, talking about each other’s day, watching a random movie, and then snoring while spooning would suffice. Because it doesn’t matter what they choose to do; all three of you being at the same place is always the best!

Tonight, however, was one of those nights where they’d pull you aside, drown you in kisses and gropes, and carry you to the bedroom for a more intimate occasion. For tonight, Geto and Gojo wanted to fuck you in the hopes you’ll be with child. And what better way for the two best friends to go about such an eventful issue than by a competition to see who can fill you up the most? 

Suguru has you propped on his crossed lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands kneading your asscheeks as you bounce on his cock and wail out his name in pretty notes. This was about the third round of the night, your cunt wet and filled with both Geto’s and Gojo’s cum. The fluids stream down with every jump of your hips from the base of his girth to his balls, the sounds of your union so filthy with the groans and moans that bounce around the bedroom walls. 

Geto sighs and burrows his chin into your shoulder. “Hahhh, oh, stop your crying, Satoru. You finished your turn and didn’t hear me heckle while you and Y/n were doing it.”

The white-haired man grunts with more complaints, to Geto’s dismay. “Yeah, well, I’m not the one who takes longer to finish,” he persists, even if his raven-haired friend frowns. “I don’t want you to be the reason my dick falls asleep.”

“Tch, what you should be worrying about is finishing too quickly when it’s your turn. You act like being faster is better…Heh, maybe you can’t handle Y/n better than I do.”

“You son of a—“

“Hey now,” you’re the one who mediates the growing childish tension between your husbands, turning your face to lock Gojo in a spell with your gorgeous, hooded eyes. “Be nice, Toru; it’s Sugu’s turn now, so you can have me however you want when we’re done here, okay?”

Like a heart-struck fool, pink shades creep into the helix of Gojo’s ears as he happily complies with your request. “Okay, my princess.”

Geto rolls his eyes at his friend’s display; what a total loser. As if he has room to talk because once you turn back to face him and kiss his cheek, his breath hitches. “Come on,” you whisper. “Don’t let him ruin your fun.”

The dark-haired one chuckles before claiming your lips with his, “Wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”

As you two kiss, you rock your hips more to create a steady rhythm on top of Geto. His girth stretches your vagina nicely, and with his pulsing veins, you can feel them rub on the velvety texture of your inner walls. It’s good that the pace is at a respectable tempo, allowing you to feel him at your wits and pleasure truly.

But the best part of this position is how easy it is to stimulate your clitoris. Every time you rock your hips against Geto’s, the bulb rubs against his body and has your frame jolting. It feels so fucking good, having your cunt stuffed with his girth member and graze your walls deliciously while your precious button is being pressed.

The pacing soon goes in sync, his subtle thrusts as you bounce your ass on him while kissing. Your mewls are taken by his hungry lips, sucking on your tongue to evoke more cute noises, your hand coming to the back of his head to massage and grab strands of his onyx hair. He’s so romantic with you and your body, the position making this intimacy so much more personal. Your chasm frequently clamps on his cock when you pull your waist up, making the man below you hiss at the grip.

He breaks the kiss, “Shit, you tighten around me so nicely…”

“Really?” You giggle, laying more kisses on his cheek and ears. It sends shivers down his spine. 

“—Khhh, damn it, I can’t...” Suddenly, Geto thrusts upwards in a faster notion, and you scream to hold on quickly and follow his cadence. “Fuck, you feel too amazing, sweetheart…!” You can’t reply to him appropriately; your only responses are narrowed down to high-pitched whines and squeals. His hands wrap around your back to keep your body close as he chases his climax, his hot face melting with the sweat of your shoulder while he pushes his cock to meet your cervix. “Hmng! Hmmnn, I’m gonna cum, baby…!”

“Ohooo, me too, Sug’ruu, me—Tahhh! Ohhh, Jesus…!” Your clit keeps bumping onto Geto, your nerves getting activated with every rut. Shaky moans leave your puffy lips, and your hand scratches his back at every jab of your delicate cervix. You bring him in for another kiss – this one a lot more rushed and steamy – and your orgasm hits you both from the erratic speed of your hips.

You two sigh heavily into each other’s mouths, your body sinking into Geto’s gentle hold as his cock ejaculates his semen into your throbbing slit. His hands massage your back while his pelvis rolls to grind his dick and have your walls clench onto him more.

With a soft sound, you remove your lips from his, smiling gently while you brush his bangs off to view his left eye. “You love to finish strong, Sugu.”

He chuckles before kissing your nose. “Can’t help it if you drive me crazy, my love—“

“Alright, round’s over!” 

Before Geto knows it, Gojo’s already on the bed, yanking you off his best friend’s lap and laying you down with your back to the sheets. He voices his discontent, trying not to appear too upset. “Excuse you? Can’t let me have a moment?”

“Nope!” He shoves a middle finger to Geto’s face, and the black-headed one almost pops a vessel. “I practically went limp after watching you two for so long. So obverse from the side and let me have my fun.”

“So annoying,” Geto mumbles under his breath, yet the milky-haired one chooses not to listen with a huff and places all his attention on you.

“Now,” Gojo turns to you with half-lidded cerulean eyes, a smile beaming too much that his dimples show up. He spreads your legs to evince your messy chasm; Geto’s come spilling down to the crevice of your butt as he massages your inner thighs. Fuck, so fucking nasty, it had him bite his lip. “You ready for more of me, baby?”

You titter, bringing your legs up your chest and spread to a V-shape. “Yes, Toru, thank you for being patient.”

He snickers while pushing his glans to meet your soapy folds, humming when the excessive come lubes your labia sufficiently for his cock to be inserted. The hug of your walls makes him moan, and you jerk as his left curve scratches the plush itch. “Fuuuuck, so warm and tight for me, baby.” 

His arms support your legs in the air, and the position allows him to initiate with slow thrusts. Your purr at his movements; the curve has you howl with every push, stretching your pussy when he propels himself into you and rubs the upper wall of your vagina. Oh God, feels so fucking good…

You peer to where his dick is plunging into your cunt, silently awing at the mussy display of cum ringing around the base of his shaft and stringing to where your folds are. Holy shit, you chew on your bottom lip and move a hand to finger your clit, silently howling at the swipes you dance around your bud. “OhhhGod, hmmmm, right there…”

Gojo looks down and sees what you’re doing, and he chuckles, “Shit, you enjoying yourself, pretty girl? Hmm?” He ruts into you with sudden haste, and an abrupt hit to your cervix has you almost choking on air. “Like being filled up, huh?”

“Ahhh, y–yesss, I lov—Mmmph!!” He grinds his pelvis down, drilling his length deep inside to scuff your smooth walls. “I love y’r dick so much, Satoruuu…!”

“Awww, look at you playing with yourself,” the view excited him more, increasing his speed to pound into you. You cry out at the poke of your cervix, clamping onto him in response. “Ahhhh, there it is,” he coos while adding more weight onto you, making his rocks precise where he wants to hit. More shrieks fly out your lips, “Wanna be bred so bad, princess? Want me to fill you up again?”

Your head aches, ears ringing from the sloppy sounds of his dick rutting inside you, his balls smack your grundel with every push. “Ahhnn, mmoohhh, ye’sss,” you whisper.

“C’mon, angel, let me hear you.” Gojo places his forehead on your sweaty one, azure eyes examining your expression in a haze. “You want—Nnngh! Fuck…Want me to fuck a baby into you, yeah? Make you a mama? ”

“Yess, ’Toru, yesss!! Give me y’ur babiess, make me all fat and full!!”

“Heh, good, pretty girl; so good for—Khhckk!! Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum…” He brings his lips to yours, moaning to the kiss with you while his hips turn up to a volatile rate. Your whimpers are sucked and drunk by him, your eyebrows furrowed from the cyclical hits to your cervix and rubbing on your silky tunnel.  

Your arms come around to his shoulders, beckoning him to deepen the kiss as your body gets ready for the orgasm that hits you like a train. Trembles climb up your frame, whines muffled, and drool slips out your mouth down to your chin. Your cunt contracts around his length, milking him into his own release and filling you with his essence, adding to the pile that squelches and trickles down to the sheets beneath you. 

Gojo nibbles on your lip as he pumps every last bit of his load into you, his tongue twirling with yours until he removes his face from yours. He smiles, dimples greeting you with disheveled strands of snow-white hair sticking to his forehead. Too distracted by his charm for him to sneak in more harsh thrusts to your aching frame. 

You gasp aloud, “—Ohooo! Satoru, nooo! I’m too sensitive nowww..!!”

“Mmmm, sorry, princess,” an apology with a smile doesn’t match, placing a kiss on your forehead as you wail for him while he ruts into your vulnerable slit. “You just feel too good, can never get enou—Owwww!!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Witness to the entire thing, Geto smacks Gojo with a house slipper before pulling him off you and throwing him to the side. The blue-eyed man looks at the other with an annoyed face. “I should be asking you the same thing, you psycho; what’s with the assault!?”

“Did you forget? Your turn is up,” indigo eyes narrow with a dark glint. “So why are you still moving?”

“Oh, quit yapping, giant earlobes! Can’t a guy squeeze in a few more before I get off…Or what, you scared I’d make them pregnant first? Your frail soldiers can’t compete with mine, is that it?” 

“Hah, you tell me, blue-eyed snowflake; you’re the one still trying to fuck into them like you’re afraid your load isn’t enough. Poor guy; can’t be a sore loser too early, now.”

“Choke on my dick!”

“You first.”

The two bicker back and forth while you observe, unable to find the right cue to intervene as you’re still in a daze. You sit on your side, feeling the liquids inside you exit your frame and slide down your thighs.

As they fight, you remember that you had forgotten to tell them that you took a birth control pill earlier today after they texted about returning home together. It wasn’t until after dinner that they said they wanted to try and fuck and fill you to the brim, practically dragging you to the room before you could utter a word to them about the contraceptive.

…Oh well, surely they don’t mean to have a baby right this moment. Plus, there will be other times! So, for now, you watch your husbands argue before you while shaking your head with a smile.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[priisprii]

Feel it- C.SC

Summary: making seungcheol jealous might not be a good idea (it's a great idea).

Contains: dom! seungcheol x subfem!reader, possessive Cheol, unprotected sex, degradation (heavy) , choking (by hand, by biceps), headlock, dirty talk, reader is simp for Cheol.lil fluffy in the end

Word count: 3 k

A/N: don't you sometimes just want headlocks from Cheol :3

Minors don't interact.

Seungcheol has a big heart, he's someone who would happily give up the bigger portion his favourite food without any lingering bitterness in his heart.he lets his friends borrow his high-end clothes and shoes without expecting them to return it. he's someone who doesn't mind sharing and loves he can be helpful and wanted, needed by the people he loves.

He kinda gets a confidence boost realising what he has is desired by people around him , the ownership remains with him despite the possession being with someone else, whether it be his clothes, shoes, watches, pcs or even his past girlfriends.

However with you, seungcheol can't even let the thought of his friends hugging you in a friendly way pass in his mind without feeling like someone has shoved a knife in his throat and is twisting it .

You are untouchable for him, someone who can't be tainted by the gaze of others , even thinking about you should be privilege for them —he thinks.

Seungcheol knows how hot you are and he also sympathizes with random average guys who can never bag a beauty like you in their cursed lifetime but you are his and only his .

He hides this part of himself, the side of him which is overly possesive over you and which gets nauseous thinking about you just talking with other guys. He doesn't want to scare you off with that toxic trait and make you feel trapped. The last thing he wants is to make his little baby sad and uncomfortable because of his own insecurity.

On the other hand you were frustrated and angry and in pain cause' seungcheol was holding himself back from absolutely breaking the spines of your guy friends whose eyes lingered a little too long on your form and acted all fine and nonchalant when his friends gave you hugs and teased you with flirty remarks.

Occasionally, once in a blue moon, you were able to capture the dark glint and anger in his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it formed.

In bed when he's balls deep inside you his idgaf attitude crumbles and he fucks you so hard like he's trying to ingrave the shape of his cock inside your pussy and hit you with the realisation that no one can fuck you better than him, no one can make you feel so good that you can't even form coherent words and cry helplessly without knowing whether you want him to stop or choke you to the point of passing out.

Still in those moments he doesn't admit he's jealous and wants to hide you from the world, keeping you locked in his bedroom forever. Oh how tempting that idea sounds. You want cheol to break Fully, let his possessive side out and make him claim you, you want him in ways you can't explain without sounding insane.

you will do whatever in your power to break seungcheol's cool guy act even if it's a little scandalous.

"your biceps are so big ,I never really noticed just how big they actually are, mingyu!!"

you squeaked ,oogling at mingyu's biceps, mingyu smirked, blatant cockiness clear on his features but Seungcheol visibly tensed beside you a little, taken aback by your sudden interest in mingyu or particularly in his biceps . seungcheol thinks his ones are probably much bigger and better.

"oh, really? Wanna feel erm' angel?" Mingyu asked extending his bicep to your face and flexing it you won't lie they looked absolutely delicious and you want to bite that muscular flesh but you want to make seungcheol jealous not play with his confidence so you just resorted to touching and squeezing the muscle softly and letting out a excited sound mimicking a child.

"damn, it's really just soo hard and big~~"

air in the room shifted at your comment, the underlying meaning being understood by everyone and their reactions being exactly what you wished for .

You looked at seungcheol while your hand still remained on mingyu's bicep and the look he gave you almost made you get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness. He was glaring at you. Note that he never glared at anyone and the anger in his eyes made you drop your hand right then and there.

"I guess she had too many drinks tonight let me take her home" seungcheol announced, the friend group knew you didn't even have a sip of alcohol and were fully conscious playing games . However mingyu quite didn't like the fact seungcheol was tearing you off of him so soon, he actually grew quite fond of your attention.

"she doesn't drink why you are lying to us?" Mingyu smirked before continuing "your ego so brittle that you can't handle your girl praising your friend?"

Now, you want to slap mingyu cause' he was adding fuel to the fire you ignited yourself, you wanted cheol a lil bit in a sour mood a lil bit angry not what you are currently dealing with; him eyeing you like you're his prey and tightly gripping your wrist as he dragged you out of party ,not giving his friends one single glance.

You already love this.

The whole ride back to home was silent and uneventful, he didn't even looked at you nor his hand was resting on top of your thigh,so you thought he won't even talk to you let alone touch you .

As soon as you entered your shared apartment seungcheol pinned you against the nearest wall, his hand pulling your hair and tugging your head backwards,studying your face intensely . here he is; pure uncontrolled anger in his eyes mixed with endless lust.

Seungcheol ran his tongue over your lips not kissing you just wetting them then suddenly he bite your lower lip harshly drawing out a little blood," you keep acting like a slut maybe it's just the time I treat you like one"

"I -i was just trying to be friendly" you whined licking up your lips, tasting faint mixture of blood, your cherry lip gloss and whiskey from seungcheol's spit(yum),. your words only earned a scoff from him.

"whoring yourself out to my friends isn't called being friendly sweetheart" seungcheol chides, the sweet nickname sounding nothing close to sweet. technically you weren't really whoring yourself but the way seungcheol said it with so much malice made your core quiver in anticipation.

His mouth moved down to your neck, inhaling your scent before sucking onto your sensitive neck harshly as he strangled your neck putting quick and intense pressure on your windpipe making you cough,being unable to breathe you tried pulling seungcheol's hand off your neck but he didn't even budged a bit.

Your useless attempt to get him off you sending blood rushing down his cock.

You felt your vision blacking out before seungcheol released you, he detached his mouth off you before giving one last stinging and painful bite.you swear he was a vampire in his past life. You sucked air in relief, your surroundings blurry, only thing you could focus on was on breathing and drinking up the image of your boyfriend being all hot and bothered infront of you. You won't have complained even if he made you pass out, infact you would have thanked him.

"does this turn you on?hm? let's see" Seungcheol asked, bunching your dress up by one hand while another pressed hard against your clothed pussy cupping it savagely and you moaned. the touch being so intense for you as you were desperate and sensitive since evening.you wore your favorite lingerie which was pure lace, it did terrible job at hiding your overflowing arousal.

Seungcheol fingered you through your panties pumping them vaguely just wanting to make a mess, precum gushing out and smearing on his whole hand "as expected, dripping like a broken brain dead cum dump"

His crude words travelled straight to your pussy, making it clench against his fingers which barely entered inside.

"Cheol—" whatever you were about to say died down in your throat as he as he pulled your panties upwards, the material rubbing between your pussy lips roughly, you cried out feeling the sharp pain mixed with pleasure.

"you crying? I haven't even done anything yet baby" fake sympathy was dripped off from his voice as he cooed at you, pushing your panties to the side before dipping two fingers inside you, pushing them as deep as they can go as his thumb played with your clit. You were so sensitive and his touch was so unforgiving, the coil inside your stomach tightened, mind hazy with pleasure.

before you could reach your high, seungcheol withdraw his fingers from your cunt and grabbed your jaw in an unforgiving grip, pushing his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself as he toyed with your tongue, flattening it down. Your spit was dripping down your chin uncontrollably, you felt disgusted but it was was heavenly sight for him.

"pathetic" seungcheol mumbled to himself before removing his fingers from your mouth and wipping them down your dress. He started walking towards your bedroom while you just stayed glued to your place waiting for his next command.

"follow me" seungcheol demanded with full blatant authority you started walking, following him before he hissed and turned towards you"crawl baby, crawl like a fucking dog"

You contemplated for one solid second before getting down on your knees and hand, crawling towards him. utter humiliation and shame spreading in your veins but pussy clenching and dripping around nothing but air,feeling so turned on and drunk on him, his commands, his gaze. Your boobs hung down and bounced as you kept crawling. You looked so hot and ruined and seungcheol was only planning to ruin you more and more.

Your face was squished in bedsheets ,ass in the air and drooling helplessly like a dog being pounded by Seungcheol from behind without ounce of care, like you were nothing but a fucktoy. The way he was manhandling you so effortlessly made your mind all mushy. he could easily break you if he wanted to and that fact makes you whimper helplessly.

"look at you drooling and howling like a bitch ,you wish Mingyu was the one fucking your tight cunt right?"

Seungcheol grunted, giving you a particularly sharp thrust as the memory of you squishing Mingyu's muscles clouded his mind, how could you flirt with other guy and the other guy being his bestfriend?, he thought he was probably not fucking you enough.

don't wa-nt anyone else —want you cheol" you whined in between your moans but your statement only fueled his anger, he grabbed the soft flesh of your ass roughly, nails piercing the skin, "darling, shut the fuck up" he spanked you hard , your other cheek getting the same treatment. pussy gushing uncontrollably getting high off the pain.

Suddenly, seungcheol slowed down his thrusts, an idea, a thought maybe sparking up in his head. He looked at your frame, hair sticking to forehead, eye makeup completely ruined, lipstick smeared and barely visible cause' he made you choke on his cock while pinching your nose making you drool like a broken water faucet. now he was about to choke you again but in some intresting way .

Seungcheol pulled your body closer to him, being able to manhandle you easily because of his sheer strength. He wrapped on of his arm around your neck, slowly tightening it around your neck and when the realisation hit you , you were unable to breathe, lungs panicking in fear as seungcheol's bicep strangled your neck.

"Seungcheol—" you choked, little hands flying to his bicep in useless attempt of making him loosen his arm. nails digging sharply, making him hiss.

"Feel it baby, are they smaller than mingyu's?" Seungcheol asked rhetorically as he resumed to plunging his cock deeper inside your pussy, he could feel you clenching so hard, warm walls hugging his cock perfectly.

You were feeling like being on cloud nine, experiencing heaven, as seungcheol's thick bicep made you lose your sanity, his delicious scent hitting your nose and his arm felt like it was meant to be there, he flexed it so hard that you were able to feel each muscle, even a thick vein. Breathing wasn't necessary,you could die like this as your lifelong dream of being headlocked by Seungcheol was finally fulfilled and it better than you ever imagined while his cock head was literally kissing your cervix . Never once in your life you experienced such a euphoric feeling .

"can't breathe?" Seungcheol asked, clearly mocking you as he saw how your eyes were literally at back of your skull, he loosened his grip a little bit not wanting to make you pass out but you whined , your high pitched voice ringing in his ears."please Cheol, keep choking me"

God , you were actually deranged seungcheol thought, how could you be such an insane masochist who prioritizes headlock over breathing. He felt such a visceral desire to ruin you further, his cock threatening to blow his load in you any moment.

"never dimmed you to be such a braindead painslut " Seungcheol grunted, his thrust getting sloppy as he tightened his hold around your neck again and you felt alive again ironically. Your stomach churn uncomfortably, feeling your orgasm approaching soon but you were too gone to ask for his permission or form any sensible words. all you could focus on being ravaged by seungcheol.

"you are close right? have you forgotten your manners to beg before cumming, doll?" Seungcheol asked, as his other hand travelled down to your clit, pinching the swelled up pearl roughly and it was enough for you to let go of yourself right then and there, all thoughts flying out of your brain as you squirted around seungcheol. Your juices dripping on the mattress, on his thighs. Fucking everywhere. incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth as you reached your high

"fucking messy baby" seungcheol cooed, loving the way you looked so gone and dumb. So beautiful and all his. He gave you one last thrust before emptying his balls inside your pussy, warm cum making home inside your walls. It was the best feeling in the world, being filled up by seungcheol's thick ropes of cum.

You felt so full as seungcheol kept plunging his cum deep inside you with soft thrusts. You kept moaning and whimpering, feeling like being teleported into another dimension. Seungcheol released your neck, layed you on mattress with care like he didn't rearranged your guts. He removed his cock from your walls, his and your cum dripping out of you uncontrollably, beautifully. He stopped himself from shoving it back inside your pussy as he knew you were a little too sensitive.

He layed beside you, hugging your frame tightly, as he patted your head gently and kissed your forehead. You felt like you jelly, being kissed and held by Seungcheol after such an intense sex was exactly what you needed, reminder that behind all that animalistic desire and actions is soft unimaginable love .

"are you still angry on me?" you asked after few minutes, looking into Seungcheol's eyes and seeing no once of anger that you previously witnessed, just filthy admiration.

Seungcheol sighed" I wasn't angry love, just jealous, very jealous, I honestly don't like you giving other guys attention,—its just —i feel like killing them when they look at you— i know you only love me but—"

You cut off seungcheol by giving him a quick peck on his lips, he stared at you dumbly.

"you are being so hot right now, Cheol" you beamed increasing Seungcheol's confusion even more .

"what? you don't think it's toxic?" Seungcheol asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"I pulled today's stunt just to make you admit it aloud love, I am not as timid as you think, I want you to fuck your anger and jealousy in me, be possesive over me do all sorts of things with me, use me as you please " you whispered the last part, holding back a moan. Seungcheol's eyes again darkened with desire as he hissed, a cocky smirk adorning his face.

"Careful babydoll, you're making me hard again"

A/N: Sooo Yeahh.. Yeahh, please like and reblog if you like it.

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“Y’r a real clumsy pain in the ass, ya know that?” Toji’s making tsk sounds every time he finds a new scrape to clean up. It’s funny to see him look so concentrated – his brows are furrowed, he’s gripping your limbs firmly but gently, careful of his finger placements, and prodding here and there, determining if you need to go to the hospital. “Why’dya even think it was a good idea to go skateboarding? Fuck do you know about that?”

Ah, man. He’s really pissed. He rarely ever gets worked up like this. Sure, he gets annoyed or irritated – the man has the patience of a child, after all – but there’s a frantic quality to his movements, a hesitation before he applies the alcohol on your wounds, and a telltale dart of his eyes at your face after, searching for a wince or a flinch. 

Your thumb flies up, smoothing that wrinkle between his eyebrows. “If you get any more tense, you’ll blow a fuse, Toji.”

He grabs your wrist tight, scoffs, and then lays a frustrated kiss on the inside. 

“Whose goddamn fault is that? Fucking losing my mind here ‘cause you can’t be trusted to act like an adult. Turn my back for one shitty second and then y'r all crumpled up on the concrete, crying like a baby. Was worried you’d lose all your blood.”

The kitchen counter is cold beneath your legs and he must notice because a heavy hand of his rubs some warmth on one of your thighs, squeezing for comfort. 

Sheepish, you mumble an apology. 

“Sorry?” He’s flabbergasted in a way you've never seen him be. You almost want to laugh. “Don’t make that face. None of this is funny, ya damn brat.”

"It looked easy online! Everyone's doing it."

He makes an unamused sound. "If they tell you to jump, would ya?"

"Yeah, probably."

Not finding that funny in the slightest, he shoots you a glare. "Y'r a comedian now, are ya? And what? Y’r body's the punch line, that it? You just gonna throw it around everywhere without a single care in the world?"

Still feeling defensive, you pout. "Yeah, if I want. It's my body."

"No." His fist slams on the counter. The vibrations rattle your bones. "It's my body. It's the body of the woman I love. The body I feed, I hold at night, the body I need with me. My woman, my body. So, dammit, take care of it, will ya?"

Your eyes are rolling before you can help yourself. "You're being dramatic."

“Look at me.” He pinches your chin. There’s a silencing sincerity in his eyes. It’s serious, frenzied, pleading. It steals your breath, forcing you to the present and washing away that veil of courage you blanketed yourself under. The sting of all your wounds come to you like a wave, sweeping you under. Your injuries must have been worse than you first realised. “You can make light of this all you want, but you didn’t see what I saw. Didn’t hear what I heard – fuck, baby. You were crying. I ain’t never hear you sound like that before. And I don’t want to again. It broke my fucking heart.”

Jaw clenching, he eyes you all over, shaking his head. He still can’t believe this happened — scrapes like these aren’t meant for women, especially not his brilliant girl, who smiles too often and loves too much. His precious girl.

Every day, he worries over how hard he squeezes you in a hug, how much weight he’s putting on you when you cuddle, and how fast he moves when you’re around. This is the body he worships day in and day out and just like that, he’s reminded once again of how easily he could lose it all. How easily he could lose you.

Toji’s head falls onto your lap. His arms wrap around your hips. From your view, he looks somewhat like a child. He kisses your thigh, inhales deeply, and burrows his face tighter against you as if reminding himself you’re here and you’re okay and he’s not letting this happen again. 

“I’m sorry, Toji. Really.”

He scoffs again. God, he needs to stop doing that. “Yeah, you will be. ‘Cause I’m tying y’r uncoordinated ass to me. So if you wanna go down, y’r taking me with ya.”

“Deal.”