#he cant find his own socks

[nwaml]

The audacity of this man

[kaizynofsickness]

Wolf Sukuna x bunny reader

Synopsis: cuteness and innocence comes with a consequence when you're just such a petite small bunny doing dumb childish activities at the dead of night, happening to attract some wolf in need

Warning: female reader, predator and pray play, wolf Sukuna, bunny reader, oblivious reader, dacryphilla, public sex (in a forest), manhandling, fingering, reader squirting for the first time, unprotected sex, non-con, slight chasing goin' on, yandere-ish vibes (he find himself needing you), hardcore, breeding kink, slight spanking, lots of tail/ear pulling, degrading (dumb bunny/rabbit, whore bunny, slutty girl) praising too (good girl, atta girl, cutie), true form Sukuna, two cocks, double penetration (anal & cunt), SIZE DIF (he's 7'6", u cant beat him) Sukuna is a bit soft at the end. Sex with plot (?) MDNI, I will block you!!

A/N: this idea has been rotting me, does anyone else do hybrid Sukuna? Just me? Damn... My warning list is long ASF. Lazy/half proof read.

"one, two... Oh, three!" You count out how many flowers you could find buried in the thick layers of snow, picking out nearly dead ones. It was getting dark, yet you wanted a new collect of your 'snow flowers' that you did every time it snowed. You never missed a season since you were 17, so why start now at 20?

The flowers soon start to lessen and so does the light around the forest, leaving everything dark. A pout tugs at your lips as your bunny ears perk up, alert all the sudden as darkness consumes the night. Your eyes darted to every possible corner inside of the small snowy forest—maybe you were a tad bit scared of the dark, more like what hides inside of the shadows. You decide to call it quits, getting off of your knees and brushing the little bit of snow that was covering on your puffy white coat that was down to your thighs. You waddled around the snow, grabbing your new collection of flowers that survived with a smile.

You give the sun one more wave, as night fallen completely. You watch the light shrink until you really didn't wanna be in the dark no more, a little hop in your step as you trailed down the snowy path.

You had a right to fear what was happening in the darkness...

The wolf who had been watching you this whole time, grab-able bunny ears and a cute little cotton tail he could just yank you by wiggling around, how goofy yet cute you looked in that puffy coat, scarf over your face. He licked over his complex set of fangs, lust filled his thoughts and caused his dick to stiffen, all four eyes on you.

Ryomen Sukuna, he was called, steps out the shadows that you childishly feared, watching the small footprints and stepping over them with his own, seeing how he covers the whole space. You're so small. He could just—

He creeps up closer to you as you examine your flowers, lazily tossing the ones you don't like, cotton tail mindlessly twitching under that coat. He only had on an all black kimono with a rusted red color cloak over, walking in socks and flip flops, you dressed for some fashion show. You didn't even notice the sounds of breathing getting louder, nor did you hear the soft sounds of snow behind you getting crushed.

Dumb rabbit, he snickers to himself.

It took you a while to finally pick up something, your nose twitching and ears perking up again, bobbing slightly. You turn around to see not a soul behind you. You look in the trees; bare, nothing to hide. At least from what you can see. You shrug it off for now thinking it maybe was another bunny, or a birdie.

Sukuna wasn't even phased or worried you'd catch him, folding his four arms over his bulky build with confidence that he has hidden himself well enough to keep an eye on you. You, his future sex toy and minx.

You kept hearing the sounds more after that little conflict, turning around faster. This time, your eyebrows knitted together. You glance around again, gripping your flowers in your small hands. You turn around back to your destination, walking a bit faster.

He couldn't help but notice it. You might've noticed you were being watched or followed. He speeds up with you, matching your stride in the mask of the dark woods. The sounds mingle with yours, side eyeing every tree and bush to check anxiously. The idea of being followed made you pout.

The one time you stay out as the sun set, this happens.

You speed up a little more, sweating a bit even in the cold breeze and snow around. You now feel something dangerous near you, you can easily feel someone is near you, and it doesn't sit well. Like whoever—whatever is following you wants you to know that it's here. And oh, he does now want you to know, that fear makes you look so delicious, and not like he would normally look at prey.

He might wanna eat you in a whole different way that will last and effect you over and over.

"h-hey!" You meekly shout out, stuttering stupidly and taking a cowardice stance, looking so adorable scared, ears pressed down on your head. What were you shouting at? No idea. Where were you shouting to? Also no idea. You just wanted to hear someone.

You would be dumb to say 'is someone there' as there just had to be, eyes dewy as you scan the area. You grip your flowers. A faint growl, or laugh, echos from the forest behind the trees, somewhere in there. It sounded deep, grouchy, and... Soothing. Now you know someone is in there, your fear spikes. Someone was following you, just an innocent bunny with a passion for flowers in the snow.

"little bunny," a tall and dark figure emerges from the dark, and what immediately catches your attention is the four arms, many marks and odd lines across his face and wrist (what you can see) of the man.

Man? No, no, no. You gave it another look, seeing the bushy and huggable, large pink tail swooshing behind him, spiky ears at attention as four eyes gaze deep into you. The way he looks makes you shiver alone. You back away out of instinct, not that stupid to be oblivious to ths clear situation that this was a predator in front of you, you—the most common prey. His emotionless stare finally turns into something, something sinister. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow with his arms (all of them) folded over his chest.

Your eyes widen while you stare, your cotton tail being your biggest give away with how it trembles. You drop your flowers.

"strip." His voice booms in the night forest, keeping his mocking eyes on your fretful small figure.

What? Did he just— "huh...?" You manage to stagger out words. He told you to strip? You don't even know his name. You're an innocent rabbit, that's what you're known for, right? Why would he want to play around with you?

Sukuna finds no amusement in your questioning and why you're not moving that small body. "I said strip. Get naked."

You dumbfoundedly blink. "but I don't know y—a-ahhh!"

Your protest were cut off by the swift movement of one of his large hands going to yank you near him with your bunny ears, making them stand up. The sound you made cause his cock to stir and leak, never getting so turned on by any hybrid, let alone a weak bunny. But you were so cute. He bends down to your height, claws starting to tear your coats buttons. "I'm Sukuna, bunny. Let me know your name and let's get this out the way so I could start breeding you."

Breeding you? Him, breeding you? He was so tall and big compared to you, a dainty and petite little creature, and you never been bred before.

"n-no, let go of me!" You try to move your hands to grab his large ones tugging at your ears, but you forgot he has another pair of arms, one gripping both your wrist and using them to yank you into the cold snow. You wince when your bum makes contact with the cold ground, cotton tail buried into your coat and snow.

"I thought I asked for your name, dumb rabbit." He says while shredding your coat, making you gasp as your skin comes in contact with the cold airy snow, shivering.

You stutter out your name feebly over the feeling of the cold. He yanks off your legs warmers and scarf, at least neatly pulling down your panties and unclipping your bra. "Are you cold, cutie?" He whispers into your ear, pressing your body onto his heat. You nod into the strangers chest, feeling his clothes against your naked body.

Sukuna removes his cloak and wraps it around you, the thing like a blanket. You blink up at him, lashes coated with sweet unleashed tears. He chuckles at the sight of your dewy eyes, pouty soft lips and weak state. The power dynamic he feels... is so intoxicating. Oh, he's never been harder.

He abruptly flips you, making you go on all fours. If it wasn't for the cloak, you would've felt the cold snow way easier and it would hurt at some point. "Please... Let me go—" you get cut off again, squealing when he lifts your ass up by your cotton tail, you lower body off the ground while your top is still in contact. It stings slightly... "S-Sukuna!" You whimper.

Sukuna tilts his head at a 90 degree angel, examining your pussy after lifting his cloak up. "You don't mean it. You're a creamy mess. Please." He mocks you, landing a very aggressive hit on your right ass cheek. The impact immediately leaves large red handprint, making those unshed tears start to roll out your eyes. Sukuna smiles at the victory of making you start squealing and squirming.

He lets you go from your tail, knees landing on the ground with a thud. "You're such a whore bunny." He tsk. "Can you at least take two cocks?"

That wasn't a question. That was like a warning.

"t-two?" You stutter, baffled.

That's when you feel a small poke on your thigh and one near your exposed and wet pussy. Oh God, you knew he wasn't human, but is he even a hybrid? "Did I stutter? Who cares, you'll handle me if I'm fucking you, heh." He sadistically chuckles.

He keeps you in the position, having your back arched for him. His tail sways at the sight with a smirk of your ass, red from little smacks and pussy wet and messy. He rubs the tip of his thick fingers rub against your slit, playing with your folds. You whimper from the sudden touch, yet wiggle your hips away. He wasn't having any of that, "keep still, you whore bunny." He barks out the order, glaring at you, even if you can't see how cold his four eyes are on you, you can feel the heat of them.

He has his way with your sweet pussy, rubbing your clit until two fingers sunk into your hole, stretching deep in and feeling around to see if he'll hit a spot to purposefully make you scream. He starts to curl his fingers near your g-spot, teasing you. You push your hips back only to find how he uses one of his four arms to ground you. You whine, sounding frustrated, but know better than to be bratty from how he spanked you.

Sukuna begins to pump his fingers faster, kneeling down and watching how wet his palm is becoming, watching the creamy liquid coat his two digits. He barely gives you time to adjust before he puts another finger into you, trying to stretch you out but get an orgasm out of you.

"o-oh, fuck, right there, yes yes, touch m-" your eyes roll back, back dramatically arched yet so perfect for him. He cocks an eyebrow and starts to go faster, the inhuman pace making the nastiest of sounds you can't believe it's your pussy squelching like that.

"oh, so you do like it?" He scoffs, almost speaking in differently from your little fit. He watches as your wetness soaked him and listened to the sounds of 'pat, pat, pat!!' and lewd swishing sounds.

"m' gonna, gonna c-cum! M' cumming—" You babble on uselessly until you cream around his skilled fingers, the milky liquid making a mess, the cloak below you now getting a taste of your arousal. Sukuna watches you unravel under him, your toes curling and legs jolting, struggling to keep that pretty arch.

"atta girl, such a pretty mess."

He gives you no time to readjust to relaxing from your recent orgasm, he already positioned himself behind you, sitting on his knees.

Sukuna quickly begins to stroke his cock lazily, leaving his second cock neglected for now. He only presses his tip against your cunt.

You find yourself with your back forcefully arched by one large hand pressing you down, face in his cloak, feeling his wet tip teasing your cunt and sliding to meet your clit. Every touch makes you jolt, tears still coming. "'kuna..." you sob uselessly, gripping the cloak below you. Your cotton tail twitches with every smack he lands on your ass, making it red and marked his. He snickers before leaning his crushing weight onto you, voice in your ear. "What is it, bunny?" He flashes his sharp fangs, grazing your shoulder.

"gimmie..."

The simple word let's him know what you mean. He leaned back, a throaty and degrading laugh rumbling in his chest. "You were begging for me to stop, right? Now someone can't wait for it?"

Despite his words and acting like he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, he lazily strokes his cock before he angles it up with your awaiting cunt. For all of his rough manhandling and groping, he was actually trying to make sure his tip could at least sink in before he started to completely ruin you. He could hear the sounds of you struggling, which honestly only disappointed him because he wasn't even using any force. Was he going to have to baby you?

Finally, he gets to sink half of his length inside of that sticky and warm mess, groaning at the satisfaction of feeling you around him. You were so tiny and tight, it was a perfect combination for someone like him who just wanted his cock to be strangled by the perfect cunt.

Your thighs quiver, the new feeling of some monstrous size deep inside. You never had it this good, pussy so full of cock your juices dripped out because there was no room. Your eyes shut, trying to stop your cunt from fluttering deliciously around him.

"wan' it?" He asks teasingly, more like tormenting, grabbing a good amount of flesh from your plump ass. You nod frantically, wanted to see what it feels like to have someone this big, let alone have two cocks this big. Your answer doesn't surprise him much, it only took a few minutes and you were already on his side. "Then work for it. Fuck yourself on my cock."

You whined into the cloak, feeling hot and sweaty besides the cold weather outside. You slowly shifted your body forward, rocking against the ground and your knees, making his cock pop out. You back it up on him, feeling him hit your cervix as he sinks into your inviting pussy once again. You couldn't help but moan and shudder every time you could feel your cervix being threatened to be broken.

You took advantage of this small moment of control, making sure you moved your hips slowly off of his cock, a small sticky coating sound filling your ears with more possible lewd thoughts. You needed time to adjust.

Sukuna groans, feeling proud of you. He playfully tapped your ass with a smirk, watching your body rock back and forth against his cock. "Atta girl, fuck, you got it." He taps your ass more, loving how it jiggles and all the redness left over from his spankings.

You continue to fuck yourself into him like a toy, but you were going slowly. It was all too big, you could feel him so wrongly. It was absolutely sinful. It felt raw, so raw that it burnt if you made his cock stroke your insides wrong.

He groans again, but this time it was because he was frustrated. Why did you have to go so slow?

"Can't you speed up?" His hands travel up to the back of your neck, his middle finger pressing hard against your nape. Your ears fold down to your skull again, and you could tell this groan wasn't something good. You try to turn your head to look back at him, the way you pout and look for validation for your work was so cute. The way your ears will shrink down because he sounded disappointed, how your cotton tail was moving.

"I knew I shouldn't leave things to slutty rabbit like you." He places two hands on your hips. He snaps his hips forward into yours, causing your body to lifelessly bounce forward from his force.

"N-ngh, hmph!" You muffle your moans, your eyes finally opening once again as you feel the pleasure and pain.

Sukuna grinned at the sight, not wasting any time to finally get his second dick wet. He grabbed his other cock and quickly spreaded his precum all over the length of him before he was able to slide into your anus without any warning. The double penetration left you moaning, sobbing, and whimpering. You tried to move your hips away from him, feeling as his thrust slowly started to get more aggressive.

"Nuh-uh, bunny. Stay here, be a good girl." he delivers another painful smack against your ass for trying to run away from his cock, literally.

Your body kept jolting forward with every calculated and painful thrust of his cock deep inside, stroking your G-spot repetitively, making you see stars. You tried to grip onto the cloak below you, desperately needing something to hold for comfort. You couldn't help but feel so weak, you had a monster above you. You were just a tiny little bunny.

"s-slow doowwnn..." you whine, raising your head up so your voice could be heard, even if most of it was just incohesive noise and moaning, blabbers of his name like a chant.

Your request fall to deaf ears. He was too engrossed with how amazing your cunt was sucking him back in, your anus, and the view of such a tiny little bunny below him.

You feel a familiar knot building up inside of your stomach, and you can feel yourself slowly starting to ruin your perfect arch. Again, it was like you were trying to run away from the cocks. Your anus felt so full, you never had anything up there, not even your own fingers. You never knew how amazing good feel to have two holes occupied.

There was just one difference.

It felt so much more intense than a normal orgasm. You couldn't tell what was going to happen, for a second you felt like you had to pee. Your cunt started to spasm aggressively; never had Sukuna felt someone so eager to cum (unless it was rut season), and he fucked many hybrids.

You couldn't even process any words, no sort of warning came out. The only thing that did come out was a long gush of clear, sticky liquid absolutely ruining his happy trail and pelvis. Oh, and his cock? Soaked.

His eyes widen in shock, yet he was so proud of you in his own twisted ways. He rubbed over your sore ass, a smile if that was almost full of disbelief that you just squirted all over him like that. "You just squirted on me, slutty girl."

He most definitely has to make fun of you.

"little messy bunny, pussy just felt so good had to tap out?"

You find a good grip onto the cloak below you that was now soaked in your squirt. Your little cunnie continued to pleasure his cock, you very inexperienced anus getting abused, mind just full of his name and his cock, your sensitive body going crazy, making your toes curl. Your bunny ears perk up, voice desperate as you keep trying to run away from his cock—

"you can't just stay fuckin' still?" He growls and presses his hand hard on your back, breaking your arch and making your knees fumble, having you pressed flushed against the cloak, the cold ground more evident to your skin. He leans his weight over you, cocks still finding a way to work into both holes.

"'kuna, p-please, no—no more, no more..." you cry out, rosey and cute cheeks stained with tears.

"sh, just take my cocks. Take 'em, cum all over me." His tone almost changed and he gazed at how helpless you look, feeling an urge to... Bite you. He leaned more of his weight on top of you, making your eyes shot open—how close can he get? His fluffy tail comes around and wraps you up near him, fur tickling your sides. He allows his tail to slip under your body—he lifted you up real quick—and held you close.

He fucked into you with more focus now, focused on you. Those moans and how you were so small under him, he felt the power and the urge to bite you, make you cry, cream, squirt, beg, to protect you... Yeah, he wants you. So bad.

Sukuna growls lowly, his breathing becoming more heavy, what you can only assume as a sign he's close to cumming. He stiffens his cocks into both your holes, filling them both at the same time, his steamy seed flowing in white ropes in you, making you shudder. He filled you deep; his plans to breed you to keep you closer to him.

You limped like a doll on the cloak, naked and cummed stuffed in you. Sukuna's large hand runs down your body and grabs you cotton tail again, lifting your ass up, your lower body propped up for his eyes. You didn't even make much of a fuss, only muttering "m' so full 'kuna..."

He watches his cum leaking out your two used holes, seeing how much he stretched them out from his ministrations. He unwraps his tail from your body, which was once warm and the cold air ruined it, and he pulled you to him. He grabbed his cloak, your juices all over it, and wrapped it around your nude body.

"you enjoyed it? See, now all that fuckin' fighting was useless." He coos as he walked you away from the sex scene, his cum trailing down your thighs and dripping in the snow. All you do is nod on response, nuzzling into his chest. He looks down at your lazy state, looking fucked out after all of that fun.

"you'll come with me bunny. I'll eat my cum out at my place."

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Should I make this a series? I wanna start a series so baaad

[beenbaanbuun]

toys w/ yunho

words - do you even expect me to know at this point?

genre - nsfw

warnings - dom! yunho, sub!reader, reader in a skirt (as always, skirts are hot), toys, yunho puts the toy in his mouth at one point, pet names, begging, a single spank, a little bit of bratting…

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imagine watching a film with yunho when all of a sudden he pauses it and turns to you

“do you have any of those thick fluffy socks?” he gestures to your own feet which are currently sporting a pair, “my feet are super cold…”

you nod and tell him exactly where they are

“top drawer of my bedside cabinet,” you say, “although i don’t know if they’ll fit you…”

he just shrugs and hops upstairs to find what he’s looking for

he takes a while, though…

at first you think that maybe he just can’t find any

but you quickly get rid of that idea, knowing that you did a bunch of laundry the day before

maybe he just couldn’t find any that fit his feet… its entirely possible given that his feet are huge and yours simply… aren’t

you giggle to yourself at the thought of him trying to stretch out a pair of pink fluffy socks to slip over his heals

but then you hear him coming back downstairs and you relax a little

his feet sound the same on the exposed wooden floorboards, so you assume he couldn’t make them fit

you turn to him, ready to make a snarky remark, but instead your mouth goes dry when you see what’s in his hand

he sits next to you again, turning the baby pink object in his fingers as if to study it

he gives the on switch an experimental tap, humming in satisfaction as it comes alive, filling the room with a familiar buzz

you try and grab the bullet vibrator from him, but he just holds it out of reach with a smug look on his face

“you never told me which side of the bed your socks were on, darling,” he gives you a wicked smile, “so i checked on the left-hand side and imagine my shock when there wasn’t a single sock in there.”

you cant deny that you’re embarrassed, but you’d also be lying if you denied the sticky wetness that was beginning to gather between your thighs

“i was going to leave this up there,” he takes up up the the next setting in his hands, “but then i began to think of all the possibilities.”

you gulp as he turns it off and pats his lap

“come sit,” he says

you do as he asks, crawling onto his lap and straddling it

your flushed face looks at his own, and you feel even more humiliation wash over you as he lifts up the front of your skirt to take a look at your panties

he coos at the sight of your cute, entirely unsexy underwear, carefully brushing a thumb over the wet patch thats starting to form

“bet you look so cute with this pressed against your clit, hm?” he turns it up to a higher setting in his hand, “i bet you fucking squeal and squirm while you push yourself through orgasm after orgasm, huh?”

you don’t reply

you cant, actually!

not with your jaw hanging open in shock as those filthy words fall from his sweet smile

“you want it now, don’t you?” he blinks up at you as if he’s innocent, “you want me to hold up that little skirt of yours and make you cum on my lap. i can see it in your eyes, pretty girl!”

you just scoff as he turns the vibrator off and brings the little thing to his lips

it feels almost sinful to watch him drop his jaw, stick his tongue over his lower lip and lick a stripe up it

he closes his lips, suckling in the tip gently before letting it go with a pop

“you want it?” he cocks a brow

you nod, which only makes him smile

“then beg for it, my pretty girl,” he boops your nose with the wet silicone, “tell me just how much you want it and i might just consider it…”

you whine loudly

if you were stood up you probably would’ve stomped your feet in protest

yunho just grins innocently as if he doesn’t know he’s driving you absolutely insane

it’s clear he does, though… there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he can feel the wetness that’s seeping through both your panties and his joggers

“yunho, that’s not fair,” you mumble, trying to shuffle in his lap to get at least a little friction, “i want it so bad and you won’t give it to me!”

he stops your movements with a big hand and a tut

“tch, so desperate,” he looks you up and down, “i’ll give it to you happily, baby… you just have to beg first! i cant give you everything for free, can i?”

“but yun-”

a slap to your thigh cuts you off, and his soft gaze turns harsh

“beg, or you get nothing…”

you don’t reply

“so nothing it is!”

as he goes to put the vibrator to the side and push you off of his lap, you grip onto his shoulders with wide eyes

he halts for a few seconds

you gulp down your shame

“yunho…” you begin, “yunho, please… i’ll be good. please can i cum? i want it so bad, please.”

it takes everything within you not to cringe at your own whiny voice as you grovel to your boyfriend

you wanted it so bad, though, and you weren’t about to give up on what you just know will be a mind blowing orgasm

“yun, please…” you whimper an a voice as pathetic as you can muster

you know he loves it when you act like you couldn’t possibly survive without him

it seems to work, the hum of the vibrator suddenly resonating through the room

“you want it that bad, huh?” he grins, “well, baby, i guess i’ll just have to give you what you want… over, and over, and over again…”

[portgasdwrld]

★ Cleaning

↺ nsfw content featuring Ace x fem!reader

Summary: After being scolded by you because of his messy room, he finds himself tidying up his space, but falls on a pair of your thong. Let’s say, he easily got distracted…

Warning: NSFW content

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-Ace?

He watches you walk toward the busy table with a bag in your hand. You don’t seem particularly pleased with seeing him and your eyebrows are slightly frowned. He pushes back a little his hat and stares at you with curious eyes. Your fellow crew members look at you intrigued as you close the distance, flickering their gaze between you two.

-Can I talk to you for moment?

You ask, but it sounded more like a demand from your tone. He knows at this moment that you are indeed pissed and he quickly nods. He stands up to walk away as his friends tease him about being a bad boyfriend to you.

-What’s wrong pretty girl?

He asks with a smile to relax the atmosphere, but it only earns him an annoyed sigh from you as you roll your eyes.

-Your room, that’s the problem.

-Huh?

He looks at you absently as he tries to recall what did he possibly did wrong this morning to piss you off so much. You quickly bring him back to reality as your hand softly grab his forearm.

-Ace, baby, I love you but I cant possibly sleep in your room anymore with the mess.

-It’s not that ba-

-Yes it’s that bad! I didn’t mind the messy clothes laying a bit everywhere, but I draw the line at food spoiling in your room as flies make it their own territory.

You explain frustrated at Ace’s easygoing attitude when it comes to cleaning. You let go of your hold and cross your arm against your chest. Yes you love him, yes he’s really important to you, but he still gets on your nerves at times.

-But-

-And! The dirty socks ?? It needs to go, there is a dirty-clothe basket for a reason.

-Y/n, wait-

-No, I’m done. If the room isn’t clean by tonight, I’m sleeping with the girls like I used to.

He cocks an eyebrow at you with a small smile, not believing your words. You two have been sleeping in the same bed for around a month now, and he can’t possibly imagine not having you in his arms while he sleeps. He challenges you a little with his furrowed eyebrows and sly smile. You roll your eyes at him once again and huff.

-I do my fair share of cleaning as we share your room and I know you can be busy when I’m not, but it has to be fair. The dirty plates really are my limit…So yeah, I’m being serious.

You hand him the bag with the garbages that you collected earlier as you were thinking what to tell him. You are upset, but you also get that he’s a pirate and probably never had proper discipline when it comes to that.

Ace frowns a little as he understands this is truly a serious situation and takes the bag in your hand. You avoid his face as you don’t want to be influenced by his charm and back down on your boundaries. You feel him walk closer to you and leave a quick peck on your forehead.

-Then you won’t be mad at me anymore?

He concludes with a soft smile. He takes your hand into his. You nod as you put distance again between you two by taking a step back.

-Yes, but it has to become a habit Ace..

-I will try my best! Let me take care of this, so my princess is able to sleep in a clean space tonight!…and after tonight too!

You chuckle a little, glad to see him enthusiastic and understanding to your frustrations.

-Thank you

-No problem, I will see you later then!

He smiles at you one last time and he doesn’t miss the chance to steal a kiss on your lips before walking away from you: Direction, his room!

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As Ace walks in, he’s met by his familiar room. The bed is undone and he can see the beginning of your cleaning and where you clearly gave up. You left a pile of dishes on his desk and the dirty clothes near the bed.

The fire user sighs at the view, knowing it’s gonna be quite the work, but if it’s for you, anything is worth it. He starts by the easiest which is dropping the dirty dishes in the ship kitchen and quickly washing them.

He quickly runs back to his room ready to attack the next task. He takes a wet clothe and pass over his fournitures to remove accumulated dusts. He places your books as a small pile on his desk and put his maps in their designated basket, along with any files he had left around.

After running around the ship, he gets his hand on a broom. He cleans the floors from the dusts and any garbages, after putting the clothes on the bed to fold them or throw them in the dirty-clothe basket.

He finally sits down on the bed. As he’s drinking water, he eyes the clothes and pass his hands through the familiar pieces that you wear and he wears. He puts the water down and attack the pile of clothes.

It’s going very well until, he’s almost at the end of it and he falls on one of your pair of thongs. Ace can’t help himself but smirk as he exactly remember when you wore this and what exactly happened after this was removed from you. He finds himself lost between his dirty thoughts, him missing you, him being tired of cleaning.

A little break wont’t hurt right? As long as everything is done by tonight..?

He grins mischievously as he lays down on his bed. He closes his eyes for a second as he sighs before opening them once again and stares at your pair of panties between his fingers. Despite knowing you would kill him if you saw him possibly , maybe highly considering jerking off instead of cleaning, the thought is getting more and more tempting.

Damn he loves it when you stand your ground and show how confident you are. He loves when you climb on top of him and you two make out for minutes and minutes before getting to the act. Those moments where his hands roam all over your curves, feeling the goosebumps on your skin. He loves when you touch his bare chest with your fingers and press slightly your core against him. He loves how lost you get when he touches you, how your confident behaviour crumbles whenever he presses kisses over your body. You are such a turn on to him, it’s almost unfair.

He feels his shorts getting tighter as a tent form under the material. He sighs as he brushes his free hand in his dark hair. He looks at the ceiling as he let his other hand flop against the mattress.

“I can maybe do this in like 10 minutes? And like get back to cleaning after..”

He mumbles to himself as he tries to convince himself it’s a good plan even though he clearly has a feeling that it is not.

“Huh fuck it”

He concludes nonchalantly with a slight shoulder shrug as he awkwardly massages his cock through his shorts. What are the possible odds you enter the room while he decides to do this…

He hisses at the pleasure that the slight friction gives him and his eyes dart to your thong which he’s now holding tighter between his fingers.

From this moment, his mind forgets all about the cleaning task and he’s only thinking of your silhouette, the curve of your body, the view he has when you two are having intercourse. He’s thinking of how he ate your pussy out with this exact thong pressed against your wet core, you always get so wet for him.

His cock now in his hands, Ace allows himself to start with slow strokes which leaves him wishing for your presence. Your lips wrap his tip so well, you suck it and lick it with such skills that he dreams of spending a day just getting his cock sucked by you. Your name leaves his lips as he begins to go faster, occasionally holding his cock tighter like you do.

He’s lost in his train of thoughts before he hears some rumbling outside of his room and your voice from afar after being greeted by Marco. Usually he wouldn’t bother to hide the fact that he was jerking off, but now was a different situation. In panic he pulls his shorts up, but as you open the door, you seem to quickly notice something is off.

“Hey…I came to see how the cleaning was going..”

You trail off as you scan the room. Ace who was just now looking at you with surprised Bambi eyes, cough to shake the awkwardness away and points at his desk area with a slight blush.

“Well the desk is now uhh clean and uh I’m um finishing the clothes..”

“With my thong in your hand?”

You cock an eyebrow at his hand. Ace didn’t notice that he was still holding tightly into the piece of clothing when he pointed at his desk.

His hard bulge makes it harder for him to focus as all he’s thinking right now is tossing the clothes on the floor and fuck you. His eyes stare at you without much thoughts behind.

“Yeah…well your clothes are mixed up with mine”

You squint your eyes at him, before nodding still skeptic. You know Ace, you know your boyfriend, you clearly have an idea of what he was possibly doing and as you step on his belt laying on the floor, it completely confirms it for you.

“You did a better job than I was expecting …”

You start as you ignore him and analyze his job so far. Ace awkwardly shifts on the bed, trying to find a more confortable position that would relieve a little his dick.

“Oh..uh thanks babe, I really tried my best..”

“…, but there is clearly still unfinished work but I guess I did say you have until tonight for it to be done.”

You finish as you turn to face him and point at the pile of clothing. You cross your arms over your chest as you lean back on the desk for support. Ace looks delicious. His shorts are barely hanging on his waist, his obvious hard bulge, his toned body glistening from a slight sweat, his dark long hair covering a little his face and his flushed freckled cheeks.

“I will finish it don’t worry”

He says as he holds eye contact with you and a confident smile. You scoff as a smirk curve your lips. You uncross your arms and walk closer to him. You cup his face with one of your hand, your boyfriend on the other side is still holding eye contact with you. You peck his lips and you find it a bit funny how easily he left a sigh out.

“Alright, then I guess I’m done here”

You try to walk away, but Ace’s hand is quick to hold you back by holding one of your thighs. You know he’s not in a position to ask for favors after the whole cleaning situation and he’s very well aware of this too, which is why he hasn’t flipped you over, back pressed on the bed and fucked you already.

“You can kiss me better than this”

He teases as you feel his thumb massage circles on your skin.

“I will when you hold your promise Fire-Fist”

You reply as you flick his forehead. He whines a little and suddenly his attitude changes completely. He sighs defeated as he let go of his hold on you and lay down again on the bed.

“Alright baby, then see you tonight”

He smirks as he watches your confused expression. You nod slowly, “is he going to just continue what he was doing with my old pair of underwear…” you think to yourself. You slightly get annoyed that he’s able to always be so cool about everything. It’s not fair, because you really wanted to give him the best blowjob ever because he just looks amazing and you love him, but you have your pride. So you decide to not make it so easy for him, make him see what he’s clearly missing by not finishing up his cleaning task.

You quickly kick your footwear off and climb on top of him, surprising him. You smirk to yourself as you feel satisfied with the expected reaction you wanted.

“And what are you going to do Babe?”

You coo at him as you dangerously close the distance between your bodies. Ace brown eyes glitter in excitement and his hands find themselves naturally on your exposed thighs.

His cock is painfully hard at this point. Ace furrows his eyebrows, before tightly closing his eyes in pleasure when your knee softly presses against his bulge.

“Your cock is so hard baby..it must hurt so bad”

You continue in a fake concern. Ace doesn’t answer and he simply let his fingers travel under your shorts where he grabs tightly your ass. You leave at first a peck on his neck and then multiple butterflies kisses all over his torso, until you are facing his hard dick still hidden under his shorts.

“Your dick is probably leaking in precum already”

You continue, trying to push him to the edge. You know you have the control over the situation, but the thought of him randomly snapping and fucking you was incredibly tempting. But you had to stick to your plan. You pan your hot breath over his length under Ace lustful eyes. He’s tightly holding into the bed sheets and that’s when you figure it’s best to leave it there for now.

“Too bad there is still some cleaning to do”

You conclude as you remove yourself from him with a fake disappointed pout. You grin to Ace who looks completely out of it. His head heavily falls back against his pillow as he sighs annoyed.

You put your shoes back and as you’re about to leave, you hear your boyfriend speak.

“Enjoy whatever you have to do now, because I promise you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You don’t turn around and simply close the door behind yourself.

A clean room and a hard fuck? Seems like the perfect night.

As of now, Ace has to finish, well his

Cleaning.

lowkey might do a part 2. If I have time

[voxsremotec0ck]

Some of your clothes go missing, where are they?

With Vox: In his bed. He sleeps with them, if they fit then he sleeps in them. Probably starts a second shrine of his to put them in, the first shrine is for Alastor. Will dress his body pillow up in them. Will definitely walk around wearing any 'missing' vests, socks or underwear under his normal outfits if they fit, you won't be able to tell but he blushes extra hard if he talks to you while doing so. You'll probably not going to get them back.

With Valentino: In his bed. He 'uses' them, has atleast once tried to make Angel wear them. Will try and bribe Angel to get more once they no longer smell like you or are ruined, Angel will burn any clothes for you if Val tries to get him to return them to you. You're not going to want them back.

With Velvette: In her studio. She'll give them back right after she subtly alters them to be skimpyer, they'll go 'missing' again later and reappear with another alteration until they tastefully hardly cover anything. Will make herself matching clothes of yours and try and return clothes that are obviously hers but wants to see you wearing, if you take a selfie in those clothes then Vel has a new phone background.

With Alastor: In your room. He cleaned them and folded them himself and left them on your bed, probably let himself in while you were asleep. They'll smell like old fashioned clean linen but if you have a good nose then you might smell some of his cologne on it. Might even find his 'missing' bowtie in the pile so now you have to go and return his stuff instead.

With Lucifer: On him. He'll use them as pajamas, he will even change his size just so they fit. He'll 'find' them if you mention looking for them. There's a good chance of you bumping into to him while he's wearing them in the morning as he goes to get breakfast, he forgot he was wearing them and not his own pajamas, he'll blush super hard and prays to his father that you won't say anything. If you do then there's a good chance he'll start stripping out of them right then and there to hand them back, you and Charlie has to remind him that he can use magic or he'll end up standing in his boxers and carrying a pile of your clothes in front of everyone.

With Blitzø: In his pocket. He sleeps with them anywhere he goes. will literally throw them at you if you bring up them being missing with an excuse that he found them. If they lose their scent and you don't mention any missing clothes then more clothes will go 'missing' and he'll literally make himself a nest of your 'missing' clothes.

With Fizzarolli & Asmodeus: On Fizz. Fizz has no shame and will just walk right up to you wearing your missing clothes. Fizz and Ozzie will encourage you to steal their clothes when ever you want too, except Fizzs hats because he has to choose them for you. Fizz steals ALL your clothes because he need alot of them in order to make a nest big enough to fit you, him and Ozzie. There's a chance Ozzie will be wearing clothes that look identical to the ones Fizz is currently wearing, there a chance that the only difference is that Ozzies clothes will be cut so his nipples are showing.

I- anon you’re just out here doing my job for me huh?? And doing it BETTER JFC

All of these are perfect omg LIKE VALS IS SO SPOT ON I CANT

Thank you for the meal😭🙏

[macsimagines]

kazutora, hakkai, and izana or anyone you like are going to visit their darlings apartment for the first time! uninvited and without her knowledge but still exciting! but when they get in there its like empty as hell. one room apartment and not counting the kitchen that came with it her only piece of furniture is her bed...maybe has a couple magazines laying around, and a phone thats just plugged into the wall sitting on the floor. this is beyond minimalist bruh what is going on? does she actually live here? where are her clothes??? under the bed maybe. babygirl you alright?

cant relate ive got so much weird shit in my living space but let me give this a shot.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BROKE-ASS DARLING, BREAKING AND ENTERING

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

Ok so this loser was so excited to break in and learn so much about his soulmate only to be crushed at the barren emptiness. He was so sad for you.

He wants you to have everything your heart desires and he feels like you don't have what you rightfully deserve.

Gifts, gifts, and more gifts are flooded your way. He's giving you clothes, handbags, posters and plushies. Anything you showed slight interest in he's getting you some kind of merch.

You try and tell him that you really don't need all this stuff, but he doesn't accept that. "You deserve it. C'mon, just this once?" except once turns into twice and a hundred times more.

That's not even the brunt of it, he's got his own special room he's decking out and making just for you when he decides its time for you to come home with him.

Yandere!Hakkai Shiba

So he isn't the breaking and entering type, but after failing to initiate a conversation with you, for like the tenth time in a row, he decides it's time to try a different approach.

His sister and Taka-Chan both told him to try and take an interest in your likes, that way when he tries to talk to you he'll have something to talk about, except he doesn't know what you like and he resorts to this.

So shocked and defeated when he finds nothing. Not one photo, not one hobby, not even books. Just magazines and he honestly doesn't really understand what the interest in those are either.

But he's smart and finally has an idea. He invites you shopping- and by that I of course mean his sister invites you shopping and he tags along like an overgrown guard dog.

Sure Hakkai may not speak the whole time or even make eye contact with you once but he does swipe his own card every time you go to the register to pay for something.

Even though the fool doesn't even respond when you tell him thank you, you don't miss the way he blushes when you try to speak to him.

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

He wasn't planning on breaking in either. But he was bored and he wanted to see if there were things you were hiding from him. Like maybe secret friends that meant he wasn't the center of your world, or maybe plans to move away and leave him.

It was more about his own insecurities than anything so when he breaks in and sees nothing in your apartment at first he's worried that his fears are right and you really are going to leave without a trace.

But then he looks more carefully, and realizes "Damn, bitch. You live like this?" Is more bemused than anything, but after while starts to feel a little bad.

"I need clothes. Do you need clothes?" He's going to try shopping with you. But then you hit him with that "Naw, my socks only have a few holes in them."

Drags your ass to the mall. "Pick out some damn furniture, Y/N. I know you ain't got shit." "How do you-" "I said pick out some furniture, Y/N."

[toysrguts]

Jeff the Killer Headcanons!!

literally nobody asked for this but these have been sitting in a doc for like a year so i wanted to share :)) (I WILL DRAW HIM ONE DAY!!!)

•19 yrs old and 5'9

•multitude of piercings: 14mm ear gauges, along with snake bites, nips, a navel, an eyebrow piercing on either side, second lobes, and an industrial on the right side

•is naturally brunette but dyes and cuts his hair himself. usually uses the cheapest black box dye he can find at the drugstore, and has a classic 2000s emo cut but messier and slightly below shoulder length (when hes lazy he just hacks away at his hair with a knife and calls it a day)

•picked up guitar playing cuz he thought it was cool and sexy but he totally kinda sucks at it (he cannot keep a hobby to save his life)

•raspy voice from smoking so goddamn much; in the morning hes practically whispering

•nails are always painted black but theyre always chipped cuz he picks his fingers when hes bored or anxious

•kind of a twink but has some muscle mass in his upper body (still skinny to the point where you can see his ribcage) (i guess hes more of an otter 💀)

•has a trampstamp he got while absolutely WASTED

•his car floor is completely covered in cans and bottles and garbage

•and it smells like cigarettes and is practically falling apart

•actually everything he owns absolutely reeks of weed and cigarettes and also blood

•bisexual and usually prefers he/him pronouns but he seriously couldnt care less

•TRANSGENDER.

•cant go a whole 5 seconds without making a sex joke or mentioning his huge dick

•has a really bad temper and would literally pull a knife on you for beating him in mario kart

•favorite band is BMTH and enjoys hardcore, deathcore, and most metal genres the most

•ADHD

•insane pyrophobia due to trauma related to fire

•absolutely no shame whatsoever. literally wanders around the slender mansion wearing nothing but boxers and dirty socks with a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of jack daniels in his hand

•wears crop tops occasionally just to show off the belly button ring (AND HE LOOKS AMAZING)

•really bad at showing affection but tries his best. he doesnt usually like showing his softer side and hes very defensive but you can tell he cares deep down

•super impulsive when it comes to killing. if something small sets him off he will not hesitate to go on a rampage. if someone looks at him wrong he'll overthink it and wont rest until they're bleeding on the ground gasping for air

if this does well i'll do part 2 cuz theres a lot more where this came from :D OK BYE HOPE U LIKE

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slenderman x Short!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You risk life and limb to stick silly little glow-in-the-dark stars to your ceiling. Slender saves you.

This can absolutely be considered a part of the world in this Slender x Reader fic: Slenderman x SlenderMansionMaid!Reader || Oneshot.

Warnings: Slender and Y/N are very cranky towards eachother XD Its also unedited for now.

Tagging: @microwavemadness , @miss_understood , and @yesthetrashbin .

Your sock-clad feet feel slippery on your smooth bedframe but you balance very carefully, holding your arms out and slowly lowering them to your sides. In one hand is a sheet of glow-in-the-dark green star stickers; the reason you're up in this precarious position, perched atop the 3 inch frame at the end of your bed. Its the only way that you can reach the damn ceiling!! You're too short for a mere step stool to make much of a difference and you cant find a ladder.

Taking a deep breath, you loo at the stickers. Ever-so-slowly, you start peeling stickers off the shiny paper and sticking them on the ceiling in pretty configurations that you think resemble constellations- your own constellations. Your own galaxy.

Every creak that your bedframe gives makes you nervous every moment that you're up there, but you're invested. You wanna turn the lights off later, windows cracked open making your cheeks cold from the nighttime air and feel like you're free outside but safe in your comfy bed.

As you cautiously, deliberately scatter star stickers across your personal night sky, you find yourself thinking how Slender's gonna react to it, and give a grin. Surely he thinks glow in the dark star stickers are stupid and frivolous; just go outside. Look at the real thing. Are you allergic to nature??

"Sometimes, I do wonder."

As soon as Slender's deep staticky voice fills your head up like water so suddenly you give a jolt in shock, eyes wide as your head snaps around to the door. You see a flash of him, just a flash, before your body nearly topples over. You would've crashed right to the floor and broken something (Or knocked your head on something and died), but you land in a pair of long, cold arms; close to a cold firm chest. Heart beating uncomfortably fast, you look up towards Slender's 'face' with wide eyes and a wordless gaping mouth. "... "

"Well? Your mouth's open; say something."

The bluntness in his tone sparks a little frustration in you, your eyebrows furrowing and snapping. "Don't sneak up on a person when they're balanced high-up like that!!"

Slender gives a sigh, lowering your feet gently to the floor and allowing you to slip away from him on your own. "You knew I was here in the mansion- this is my house. You should've been more aware."

"I didn't think you were going to appear randomly!!"

"Well, your lack of forethought is not my fault." At this rude comment, you open your mouth to curse at him- but he's moved on; looking up at the ceiling so close to the top of his head. The ceilings in this mansion are much higher then the typical home but the top of his head is still only a foot away from it. "What on earth are you doing to my property??"

"I'm- well- " For a moment you're going to explain to him- but then you decide not to. Petulantly, you put your hands on your hips and set your face into a look of sternness. "What does it look like??"

"A child's terrible artwork." He wonders deeper into your room, looking at the stars. "... on my ceiling."

"Well then that must be what it is. The door's back over here- "

"Are these the tacky glow-in-the-dark kind?" Slender's fingers glide over a couple of your stars, and you sigh; crossing your arms close over your chest.

"... yes. I like them; I think they're pretty. Problem??"

"I thought my calling them 'tacky' pre-explained that part, actually." He turns to look your way, and you feel his gaze on you in a way that almost feels like a smirk. Oh, this abominable, insufferable, smug ass- "I can hear your thoughts Y/N."

"Oh I know. Its a fringe benefit."

"Bringing you here was a completely failed experiment; I don't know w h a t I was thinking... " He sighs airily, looking back to the stars. And there was a time when his words would've stung, but he says hurtful things like that all the time. Its just how he communicates, the cantankerous old bastard. And you're perfectly aware that he's an asshole, so you don't put much value in his words, anyway. "Hand me those stickers."

That makes you pause. "... why?" You ask, tilting your head and holding your stickers against your chest. You don't want him to confiscate them! He can order you to do anything he wants, technically, but you really don't want to give up your star stickers!! You wont back down without a fight!-

"I'm going to place them on the ceiling for you." He holds out his hand, one totally white palm and long stem-like fingers. "Hand them over."

Huffing, you approach him and plop them into his hand. You believe him. Slender doesn't lie; he doesn't have to. Not even to be nice. "-Okay, but I'm gonna tell you where to put them. I need more over- "

"Over there by the bookcase, I know. And no, you will not be. I am not your slave- you're mine as a matter of fact, in case your tiny human brain managed to forget."

"Uhuh." You sure look obedient... you think, smirking at him using a finger to gently rub stickers exactly where you wanted them- seemingly, without even knowing for sure you wanted them right there. He just has taste, you guess.

"You know I could just leave you. And we have a ladder, by the way, but I wont tell you where it is."

"You're an ass."

"Oh, where have I heard that before... " Slender sounds very much like he's rolling nonexistent eyes full sarcasm- you don't know how he does it!

~

By the time night falls, your entire ceiling is covered in intricate constellations made out of plastic, paint and glue and when you look up in the dark its exactly what you wanted. Beautiful glowing stars all across your bedroom ceiling, like alien sprinkles. You let out a happy sigh, all the stress from your day dissipating along with your breath into the open air.

Slender's next to you, an he ruins the moment; naturally. "... ah, yes. Looks just as dumb as I thought."

For once you don't snap back at him; you turn and give the crotchety eldritch monster a tight smile; the best you can muster for him. "Thank you for helping, that was really uncharacteristically nice of you, Slender. I love it."

Gently, without moving at all, Slender says- "... well that was the point, wasn't it."

-and the smile slips right off your face. You're glad its dark, and he probably (hopefully- ) cant see it.

Neither of you say anything else. Not tonight.

[sugawhaaa]

NOOOO MY XDINARY BRAINROT IS SO SO BAD RN TOO!!!!

I keep thinking about bunny hybrid junhannie going into rut and fucking the daylights out of his owner <33 promising to breed them full of his kits, babbling about how he cant wait to give them his mates mark </3 WORMS!!! HYBRID HEROES BRAINWORMS!!!!

HYBRID JUNHAN ONE-SHOT

🪐♡✧˖ °🪐♡✧˖ °🪐♡✧˖ °🪐♡✧˖ °🪐♡✧˖ °🪐♡✧

I can't help myself

Warnings::SMUT/some vulgar language

Genre:: it's kinda implied that the reader is female but it's never really said, breeding, hand job, nipple play, creampie (don't try this at home kids (╯✧▽✧)╯)

Pairing:: bunny hybrid!Junhan! X female bodied!reader

A//N:: I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABT WRITING HYBRID JUNHAN LIKE...YESTERDAY I'm usually not super into hybrid prompts but Junhan being a hybrid just makes sense 🤌 he'd feel guilty and embarrassed but would also jerk off to images of you 24/7

You weren't oblivious to a hybrid's heat. You've had your bunny hybrid, Junhan, for about 3 years, and every year around spring and early summer he goes through heat. He usually manages it very well. He talks to you about it but it's never very serious...perhaps it was because he was so young.

Now he's a lot older and you'd think that he's learned ways to manage his heat and impulses but this time it's all different.

It was around mid May when he woke up one morning, his ears perked straight up even though they're usually pretty droopy. He didn't pay much mind to it and went downstairs to you. You waved at him with a little "morning baby!" And his heart skipped a beat. His face turned red and he cleared his throat.

"M-Morning" he replied and sat down at the kitchen table. You raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior.

"Is it that time of year again?" You leaned on the table, unintentionally showing him your cleavage. He looked away, his ears flicking up again at the tip.

"Yeah," he said as his eyes tried to avert from you but he couldn't help it. You stood up again and continued to look through the kitchen for breakfast.

"What do you want to eat?" You asked.

"Oatmeal..." he said softly as he watched your body move swiftly. Your waist, your hips, your ass...he felt so bad but he couldn't help but stare. He watched you intently.

That day was about a week ago and ever since he's been distant from you. He'll hang out with you during breakfast and dinner but almost never aside from that. You weren't a fool either. You heard him in the dead of night masturbating using whatever he could find, a pillow, sock, his own hands, anything that could satisfy his needs. Every morning he'd have dark circles under his eyes and his ears would always be straight up. You knew this happened usually when he was turned on or hard.

Eventually, you had enough of it. You were worried about him and after dinner, you demanded that he talk to you in your room. You crossed your arms and Junhan sat on the edge of your bed. His ears drooped back, flat against his head.

"What's going on?" You ask abruptly. "I know you're in heat but you've never been so distraught. Usually, when you masturbate it's only for a little while and you know when to stop but I've heard you at 3 in the morning," you explain and Junhan turns red.

"W-Well..." he pauses and you decided to speak up again.

"Not to mention you hardly eat and you're not going outside. And back to the masturbating, you're using whatever you can find that somewhat resembles a sex toy. You even used my electric toothbrush as a vibrator!" You blurt out. You sounded a lot more angry than you were.

"I'm sorry!" He bowed his head on your bed. You looked at him shocked. "I-I Don't know what's wrong with me this time but I just can't stop myself. All day and night I'm so horny and there's nothing I can do about it! I masturbate for hours on end but nothing helps. I thought I might need to be more intense so I used other things to simulate toys and things," he explained with upset eyes. "It's so hard..." he looked at you with drooped ears. You hugged him and he looked shocked.

"You should've just told me," you pet his ears as you speak. He nuzzles into your shoulder as you hug each other. He accidentally grinds himself on your thigh as you hug but you ignore it. His ears flutter against your hand, softly petting them.

"I'm so horny," he cried out in a broken voice. "I just want to fuck you so bad," he whimpered and you chuckled.

"Okay," you pull back and start to take your shirt off. Junhans ears straighten out.

"Wait, wait, wait," he waved his hands around and you stopped what you were doing. "Are you sure? Like I mean literally. I want to-"

"I'm sure." You cut him off and continued to take off your shirt. Junhan watched intently. Watching how your body moved with so much skin exposed. "Cmere," you said as you pulled him close. You took off his hoodie and shirt. His hips subconsciously bucked against your hip as you held him. Little breathy whimpers escaped his mouth. As soon as you leaned back against the head of the bed he lost all his composure. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his body pressed against yours as he kissed you.

There was no thought in his touch, he just wanted to feel you. Your body, your lips, your most sensitive areas. He wanted it all and you were giving it to him. He bit down on your neck suddenly and you jumped. He sucked on the skin leaving a red mark on your lower neck. He continued this a few times but he got bored quickly. It was apparent he just wanted to cut to the chase. One of the straps of your bra fell down your shoulder and his ears twitched at the sight. You smiled and put your arms behind your back to unclip your bra. As soon as it fell his eyes lit up, his ears straightening again.

He licked your nipples softly and gently, just grazing his textured tongue across your sensitive skin. He loved to hear your soft whimpers of pleasure but it just wasn't enough for him. He craved you more. He needed more of you.

Junhan moved lower to the waistband of your pants. You nodded and he took them off, leaving you in only your panties. You put your hand on his chest before he could continue, his ears drooped back as he looked at you. "Here, let me help you out a bit," you said as you gently pushed him to lie down. Junhan laid back and waited for your next move. You undid his jeans and he blushed, his ears still tucked back. You took off his boxers as well, finally freeing his precum-covered erection. He bit his lip and looked down at you through fluttered eyes. You gently wrapped your hand around him and his breath hitched.

You slowly started moving your hand up and down, watching how his entire body reacted. As you picked up the pace his moans got louder. His knees jolted forward every now and then.

"I'm gonna cum," he whimpers out before grabbing the bed sheets. "Please, please," he whimpers as his back arched, pushing your hand down to the base of his cock. You continued at a steady pace before speeding up, finally letting him release. His cum dripped all over your hand and down to his base. His body twitched lightly as his ears curled. "I wanna breed you so bad," he whimpered out as he looked up at you. His eyes weak.

You looked at him surprised. He had never been so straightforward before. "Are you sure?" You asked softly, finally releasing your grip on him. Your hands sticky and wet. He looks up at you with the most desperate and eager eyes. His ears fell back as he looked up at you, his lips slightly parted. You caved in and nodded. You pulled down your panties and tossed them to the floor with the rest of the clothes.

Junhan looked you up and down. If this was an anime his nose would be bleeding and drool would be pouring from his lips. You laid down on your back and Junhan loomed over you. He bit his lip impatiently waiting for you to give the okay.

"Okay, start slow," you smile and he finally pushes inside you. You gasp as he fills you with his hard cock. You take a deep breath and Junhans ears stay straight up. He slowly starts thrusting into you, letting you adjust.

"I want to breed you so bad, fill you with all my cum and you'll take it all," Junhan mumbled as he tried to hold back his thrusts. He wanted to rut into you like this was the last time he'd ever get to fuck, but he didn't want to alarm you.

You look up at him through hazy eyes, seeing his long black hair all over his face and the lust in his eyes. You hold his shoulders and he just can't resist anymore. He starts pounding into you to the point your whole body shakes with each thrust. "You're going to keep every single last drop of my cum inside you," he groaned as he held the pillow next to your head. "I can't wait to mark you, you'll be mine," he smirks as you become a moaning mess.

You start clawing at his shoulders from the pleasure, little scratches present on his shoulders. "That's it, baby, you're so tight," he mumbles. Every word that comes out of his mouth slurs into the next. "Keep every drop in that tight pussy," he hisses before gritting his teeth. His head falls forward and his ears fall back.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimper out softly. Junhans eyes light up at your statement. Your words encourage him to thrust faster and harder. You throw your head back and arch your back. "Yes!" You moan out as you're just about to tip over the edge. With one final hard thrust you both cum at the same time. You feel his hot semen fill you up as your body convulses from pleasure. Junhan leans down and kisses your neck softly as sweat drips from his forehead, his cock still buried so deep inside you.

He chuckles softly from the rush of pleasure. "Fuck I needed that," he laughs as his hand runs up your body.

"You wanna do round two?" You smirk and Junhans ears shoot up.

"Of course," he smiled and pulled out of you. "Let's catch our breath for a minute first," he sighs as he throws his head back, sweat dripping down his neck to his chest. While he's cooling down you move into a doggy style position in front of him. Junhans eyes light up as he sees your ass out right in front of him for his taking.

"Ready when you are~" you hum happily and Junhan can't help himself. He pushes back into you quickly. You jump and grab the pillow in front of you. Junhan grabs your hips and holds you steady as he pulls out of you and then back in even harder. The sound of your skin hitting each other echoes throughout the room. "This position feels so good," you moan as your eyes roll back.

"Good," he hisses and increases the pace. Your tight walls sucking his cock dry. "You better keep all of this cum inside you, I'm gonna fill you so much to the point you're going to burst," he smirks and claws at your hips and ass as he pounds into you. You feel his length continuously hitting your g-spot and you feel like you're going to explode from pleasure. Junhans hand creeps up your back and grabs your hair in a tight and messy ponytail. He pulls your head back and you moan loudly. "You're so close darling, I can feel it," he smirks as he thrusts into you faster.

"Y-Yes," you whimper as your orgasm approaches fast.

"I can't wait to fill your little pussy again," he mumbles as your moans become louder. Junhan groans deeply as he feels his climax approaching. This knot in your stomach is just about to burst when he finally hits your G-spot one last time. You come undo beneath him but he doesn't stop. "Just a little more baby," he grunts before finally climaxing, painting your insides white. He lets your hair go and let's the rush wear off the both of you.

You let out a calm sigh and he pulls out. He lays down next to you and looks at your face, your hair a mess. "Did I go too hard?" He asks softly as he brushes back some of your hair.

"No, it was perfect," you smile. "And besides, as long as your happy I'm happy,"

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Request for Nico di Angelo!

Hello! If it's okay, may I request Nico with a (GN or male) reader whos got like, super serious mommy issues? Like, they'll be in a bad mood during the last day of summer solely because of the fact that they have to see their mom once they get home. And it's not even bc they're a misbehaving kid, it's just because their mom absolutely sucks. Maybe where their mom has a bunch of pointless rules, too. Like, nothing to do with cats, praying every morning, going to church every Sunday and church school every Monday, etc. And readers just done with life during the year. They'll purposely go on quests the last week if they get the chance just so they don't have to go home, too. Lmao, just realized this is sorta venting in a way, so sorry. It's alr if you cant do my req. Take care and have a nice day/night!

this is a short one but I really like it, so... and by the way, if anyone ever wants to just vent in my inbox please feel free too, there's no judgement on this blog and you're so strong <3 <3 <3

You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own---Nico x reader with a shitty mum [fluff, dw] »»————-　★　————-««

-Nico would be that person who’d offer to kill anyone you hated

-But he would be completely serious

-Like, no fucking around. He knows how much you despise your mum. But it’s so very hard to hate parents because they're still your parents. Godly parents are a whole different story, but the mortal ones are hard to loathe without feeling shit about it inside, so it becomes this sort of silent resentment. 

-Nico knows that. Sort of… well, from knowing you, really. And he may have planned out your mortal mother's death in a very excruciating way, with a few backup plans just in case.

-You shut that down when he mentioned it subtly, so he went back to rubbing your back and bringing your favorite snacks from the stash Cecil had secretly [everyone knew] imported from the mortal shops, then hissing at people like a rabid cat when they asked where you were. 

-He’s very good at scaring campers off.

-You’d be eating shitty junk food and sweet red strawberries in your cabin and listening to Harry Styles’ song Matilda [Hazel had bought you his record for your birthday last year] pretending your head wasn’t spinning with thoughts about how much you wanted to run away from home, and then the shadow’s by your bed would thicken and your boyfriend would just launch himself onto you.

-You’d gotten pretty used to it, obviously, and now you were pretty much immune to jumpscares. 

-It was a handy skill to have considering how many horror movies you and Nico would watch together. He liked to critique how realistic the deaths actually were, and you liked to watch his nerdy face and tease him for jumping when Ghostface crept out from behind a doorway. 

-But sometimes, mainly the days before you had to return to your mother and the house filled with crosses and rules and arguments and not enough pet cats for your liking, not even movie marathons and picnics in the strawberry fields could help your mood.

-So, Nico would resort to his back up backup plan [not the murder one, the happy boyfriend one], which was cuddle piles. 

-It had taken him quite a while to get used to touch, but between Jason’s ‘how to ask out that random dude you're obsessed with’ classes [you were the random dude] and the fact you liked to hold his hands, he would say that he was quite the expert on hugs now. So he’d wear the biggest jumper he could find, probably one of Hazel’s flowery ones, and drag you into bed. 

-Thankfully his bed was no longer a coffin [they had been turned into bookshelves] and was big enough for you both to squish in. So he’d stroke your hair and nod understandingly when you scoffed about how stupid it was to send a literal child of a Greek God to a church. 

-It wasn’t even a nice church, apparently. It smelt like socks. 

-He had a very good speech for these complaints, which you both knew the words to by now.

One day, very soon, you’re gonna get a job, or a smart person class at college, and you’ll never have to go to Sunday school again. We’re gonna get our own house too. With lots of tea and toast. And rescue cats. And we can name them after your favorite famous people and book characters and we’ll have a huge squishy couch too we can watch horror movies on. 

There’ll be lots of posters on the walls and no one will tease you about being a little kid and you can wear whatever clothes you want. Maybe not orange ones though. I think we’re all sick of oranges. 

And all of our friends can visit whenever they want to, and we’ll have all of their snacks as well. And toothbrushes.  

And we can have Christmas there, without all of the bad stuff. We can decorate the tree really badly. You don’t have to invite your mum. At all. And if she shows up, her coffin will be shaped like a fish. They’re a real thing, you know, fish-shaped coffins. 

You’ll never have to see her again. We’ll have our own place. I promise.

You can throw a party full of everyone you know, and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love. You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

I promise. 

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[eddiesbigolepp]

this old thing?

synopsis: eddie munson is your average panty thief. if he likes them, he’s sure as hell stuffing them into his pocket as he walks past your laundry line.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: 16+, perv!eddie bc im obsessed, swearing, crude language, thievery, slight smut, half naked people

word count: 1097

a/n: reader lives in the trailer park, right across from eddie’s

laundry day, a day you loathed more than any other. you loved doing laundry, it was practically the easiest chore in the house. but the worst part was when you went to hand your clothes out to dry. everything would stay, even the thin pairs of socks you clipped on lazily as the sun beamed on your neck. but your panties never stayed on the line. no matter how many clothespins you used on those tiny pairs of underwear they always disappear. you find the clothespins on the floor every time and you sigh cleaning them up.

they’re only taken one at a time, giving you enough time to spend your hard earned money on cheap pairs you find at the closest clothing store. the workers know you by now and two of them know your story. every time you walk in they start giggling to themselves about how your panty thief has struck again.

today was the last straw. you were tired from last nights shift at the record store, and all you wanted to do was do your laundry so you could sleep in clean sheets. but the perv who kept stealing your underwear took not one, but two pairs this time.

“what the hell?” you exclaim walking around the front of your trailer and running your hands through your hair. “i cant keep buying underwear for the love of god,” you grumble bending down to pick up the fallen clothespins angrily.

you hear a chuckle and look up to see eddie munson walking over toward you with a smile plastered on his face. that jerk, laughing in your time of pain. “everything alright, princess?” he says almost mockingly.

“no,” you huff out in annoyance rolling your eyes. you grab the rest of your clothes on the line. “some jerk keeps stealing my underwear,” you mumble bringing the clothes to the basket on your porch.

“thats odd, what weirdo is doing that?” he answers, looking around at the desolate trailer park around you two.

“i’ve got to go back to the store tomorrow so this dickhead can pick his favorite next sunday,” you groan. and sit down on the steps. he sits next to you pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. he holds one out for you as he places one beneath his lips.

“thanks,” you say, plucking it out of the carton and putting it between your lips too. he stuffs the pack back into his jacket and searches for his lighter quickly, once he finds it, he ignites it, holding it to your cigarette and letting it burn the paper before doing the same to his.

“maybe someone is jealous that you’ve got such cute panties hanging out here.” he jokes, blowing smoke out of his mouth. you blush just slightly and suck your teeth.

“maybe they should just buy their own, im tired of having to waste my money on shit i already own.” you huff taking a long drag of your cigarette. “i’ve got to walk all the way down there, and its even further then my damn job my legs are gonna fall off.” you grumble.

“dont worry, i can take you one day.” he offers looking over at you, “it can be a weekly hang out,” he grins joking around and nudging your arm a little. you roll your eyes and laugh to yourself.

“i’ve got to go fold all of this now. let me know when you can take me, whatever day you don’t have hellfire we can go after school.” you say shifting to look back at the basket.

his heart flips a little at you knowing about his club and he stands, holding his hand out for you to lift yourself with. “for sure, cant wait to help you pick out your undies.” he teases, walking down the stairs. “see you later, sweetheart!” he calls out, waving his hand in the air as you bend over to grab the basket.

“see ya, eddie,” you answer, watching him turn around to walk to his trailer. you spot something bright pink in his back pocket, something so familiar in his jeans.

your brows raise as you realize who the jerk stealing your panties is. and instead of getting mad, you devise a plan.

next sunday is the same like any other, laundry in the wash as you make yourself breakfast and by 12:00 you’re already hanging it up outside to dry. you see your plan out of the corner of your eye and your smile widens. the black and white shirt waved in the wind, rippling in the breeze and you run over as soon as you finish hanging your last pair of socks.

you snatch the shirt off the pins and let them fall to the floor. you run back to your trailer and slam the door behind you. “now we wait,” you mutter to yourself and head to the shower.

theres a knock on the door as soon as you finish pulling the shirt over your head and you leave your shorts behind as the knocking grows more rapid.

“im coming!” you yell out grabbing a towel to dry your hair off. “yes?”you say, opening the door widely to see dark hair and a shirtless body looking out toward the trailers. he only wore his ripped jeans and some sneakers as he scoped the area.

“your panty thief stole my shirt! one minute it was there the next minute as gone. goddamnit that was my favorite shirt and it was for my club we have a meeting at gareths in like an hour-” eddie starts to ramble still looking for the culprit in your yard. when he turns to see you drying your hair in the towel he freezes.

“where did you get that?” he questions, looking your body up and down. he almost groans at the view of you in his hellfire shirt.

“what? this old thing?” you giggle leaning against the door frame. “i don’t know got it from the same guy who took my favorite pair of underwear.” you mutter crossing your arms.

“i’ll give it back! all of them back! please i need my shirt!” he exclaims jumping at you to try and pull it off.

“you’re gonna need to try harder than that babe. you’re gonna have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.” you say walking back into your trailer and he follows suit, closing the door behind him.

“dont threaten me with a good time,” he smirks coming close to slap your butt.

[whole-circus]

maybe jeff and toby with a self insecure reader with stretch marks and scars all over their body? gn would be good ♡

Jeff the Killer and Ticci Toby with insecure reader!

➥ Hi love!! Remember that you are way more than your body and you deserve love not matter what you look like (im talking about self love and love from others)!! Take care and be kind to yourself🫀 >:3

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Jeff the Killer

Its pretty strange for Jeff usuall persona, but he gets it. His body is damaged (to say it nice); lots of scars, burns..well, you feeling insecure isnt weird for him. He knows that sometimes our self perception is cruel. We are our number one haters and as cheesy as it sounds, its pretty much true. So Jeff will limit his usual teasing and not-so-nice comments towards you. Even if it was only in jokes, then he would hate the thought that he had made you feel even worse! He is your boyfriend after all, his job is to make you feel good and happy! So as soon as he notices that you kinda..hate yourself, he lets himself be more vurnable around you. Even if he is asshole half of a time, then he can see that you need him. Jeff isnt the best when it comes to words, he doesnt want to make it worse, so you will receive small praises and lots of touches! Pretty much kisses your scars, he kiss all your body, all the places you dont like about yourself becasue you mean a lot to him!! Isnt as scared to show you affection in public, becasue he is proud that you are his! And if there is one thing that he want in this world, then he wants you to not be in pain because of what you look like.

Ticci Toby

Toby is a vurnable lover comparing to Jeff (or actually comparing to anybody).He has some scars too, and they are part of him - each one has it own story, even if its something small or silly. Stretch marks? Well, sure. Most of human beings have them, so does he. People does have imperfections, so why would he think of you any less? Its not something unusual. Toby likes to think of you in a way 'you are made from all this little things, some might be better than others, but its still you' - pretty simple, huh? Boy cant imagine not liking you becasue of things like scars or stretch marks. Its pretty normal to him, but he wont belittle your insecurities. He is and will find you perfect no matter what. Its not like he is unhealthy obsessed with you, no, he is well aware of your flaws yet he still finds them beautiful. Yes, you have scars and stretch marks, but are you aware of how your eyes lit up when you smile? Or how your hair is messy when you get up in the mornings? Your sweet giggles when he tells something silly? Toby finds it absolutely cute! Someone may seem your 'imperfections', but do they know your favorite type of tea? Or which scene in the movie make you tear up? Your favorite socks? Yeah, he doesnt think so. Toby sees every little detail in you and it only makes him love you more! Overall, you will recieve a lot of soft touches (he treats place you dont like about yourself with special love) with tons of compliements!

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[inanimatetffantasies]

Roommates make good socks

Based on a old rp i did with @justcockyideas

Jason sighed contently as he pulled up his new sock, the clean new white cotton being snug and fit onto his large size 15 foot. He had just gotten through with telling one of his flatmates that he was going to have to kick him out, and he thinks that conversation went veeery nicely. He let out a chuckle as he flexed his foot, watching the cotton conform to the will of his toes, before suddenly hearing the front door open.

“Hey Corey! Can you come in here man” He said, remembering he had to talk to his other flatmate about moving out too. Corey put his bag down, glad to be home at last. He wondered where his roommate Chris was, he was usually gaming on the sofa at this time. When he heard his other roommate call him in, he shrugged it off and went to see what Jason needed.

“Yoooo Corey" Jason said with a grin as he beckoned Corey closer into the room. “Come on in here man, I gotta talk to you, don’t be nervous I ain't gonna bite” The bearded roomie said with a chuckle, his legs spread out across the floor.

As Corey walked in, he raised a eyebrow, noticing Jason was only wearing one almost pristine sock, like it was only just being worn for the first time. Quickly, though, his focus shifted to his roommates spread legs. Corey always did have a crush on his roommate, even with Jason's annoying frat bro attitude. He tried to divert his attention to talking to his roommate and sat down on the chair beside Jason's bed. "Hey Man, What did you want to talk about?"

“Come on, man, come a little closer” Jason said as he wrapped his arm around his roommates neck, pulling him closer to his chest, his armpits musk somewhat noticeable now, as well his feet. It made Corey weak. Jason knew this, his musk was like a spider web and Corey was his fly. “Dude…ya know you’re my best friend right! Even though you’re gay n all that shit like…you know you’re like a brother to me right? Well, Bro, Its just well…a dude like needs his space you know? And I think its time this apartment like…opens up”

"What do you mean? I don't understand…Open up? I know the place is small but we all have enough space I thought" Now Corey's tone was beginning to sound a bit worried, "You want me to move out? Bro, what the hell?"

Jason, amused at the situation, give a deep chuckle a bit before sighing. “Yep…you sound just like Chris. Ya see he said the exact same thing. Dude got all like…pushy when I told him I wanted him to leave. You know how he is, always with a foot up his ass” He said as he began laughing at his own joke, wiggling his toes in his sock as he did so. “…..but the dude came around…I just had to relocate him, now he's gonna stay in my room! Just tucked in my sock drawer is all” Jason continued, as a shit eating grin spread across his bearded lips.

Corey shuffled away quickly, a concerned and confused look on his face "Wait what? relocate? sock? what are you talking about man?" He stared at his roommates smile and then looked to his feet, with only one wearing that fresh sock, and started to slowly inch away more.

"If this is some fucked up joke, I really don't get it man…"

As Jason saw Corey back away, he let give out a low exasperated sigh. “Why cant you guys have just said yes and just moved out” He say before snapping his fingers. Corey's body suddenly feeling strange as he quickly became very very light. “Jeez…it could have been so much easier, still , at least I don't have to worry about finding a matching sock for Chris now" his voice slightly perking up.

Corey suddenly felt lighter then air, that and a sense of dread "Jason, man, please, I don't understand….what's…happen…" Corey's mouth felt dry, and soft... before it felt like it was being stitched shut, albeit painlessly, Jason made sure of that. Corey started to shrink and in a poof, where he once was, a white, clean sock appeared before falling to the dirty floor.

“Oh be quiet man, I know you're gonna like it” Jason say with a chuckle before reaching over to the sock, picking it up and inspecting it. “Damn…just like Chris, nice and soft” He say with a grin, Corey's body now just a sock in Jason's hand. A sadistic chuckle came from Jason when he flipped his new sock and saw "Corey, Jason's Property, Size 15. Machine Wash Only" embroidered within the fabric. It made his cock bulge and tent in his shorts.

“Man…it really sucks how much of a clean freak you guys both are. You were such nice bros too” I say with a stern face before a grin spreads around his beard “...which makes this even more fuckin hot” before he pulled the new sock over his large foot, his warm smelly feet completely filling Corey up.

“You know…you should be happy dude!” Jason said as he flexed his big, meaty, toes inside the soft, warm sock “You and Chris can finally be my bros for life! Or well…socks for life” he say with a deep hearty chuckle before letting out a satisfied sigh “plus…I know you’ve been obsessed with me since Jr High…now you’ve got a reason to be with the big man for life”

Jason ended up keeping his roommates as his new socks. The two boys absorbed every drop of sweat and musk that came off those two big bad boys. Jason always thought it was insane how clean his roommates were were as people, but after a few days of partying, Jason sat down on his bedroom floor, and flexed both of his favourite socks, noticing how much darker and filthy the socks had became. “Fuck..my sweat really did fuck you guys up huh?” He said, knowing the socks minds were just soggied up, sweat filled, musk reeking, cotton mush at this point, completely corrupted and in love with his mighty feet.

Jason found it so fucking hot, how much of an effect he had on the two, that he began rubbing his meat, leaking precum into his shorts “god…you two are the bestest friends a bro like me could ever have…" Jason took off his shorts, exposing his excited cock, and lay on his bed. He peeled Corey off his foot, and slid him onto the eagerly waiting cockmeat. "lets see how absorbent you are tonight Corey…got a fat load waiting” He starting to rub the browned sock against his shaft as he peeled off Chris from his other foot and starting to sniff him. The socks shuddered, as Jason got ready to truly break in his sock boys.

The Corey sock was rubbed against the massive cock by Jason's sweaty hand, getting cock grime adhered to it's browned fabric, until its owner let out a primal growl, and shot a fat load right into the sock. Jason caught his breath as he watched his sock dampen and darken on his throbbing cock. Jason rubbed the sock across his cock to catch any loose cum, and left Corey on his softening cock, putting Chris back on his sweaty, unwashed foot. He pulled the cover over his body, yawning before falling asleep. Corey and Chris left in darkness under the bedsheet. Corey forced to absorb his masters cooling cum, and Chris being rubbed against Jason's other foot...

images sources are dallasfeet (i think, cant find the image source but that's what i think that watermark says) or otherwise unknown.

[enby-crisis]

Blind Loyalty Pt 1 Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Whispers in The Halls

Summary: Its the first day back at Hogwarts and everyone is talking about the new student in Slytherin. Y/n and Ominis have their first encounter with the fifth year and it already causes some mistrust to stir up.

Word Count: 1352

Warnings: None yet. This is about Professor Black's niece and follows the HL timeline.

A/n: I think this is terrible so we'll see if it gets a second part. Also!! This is not proof read so if you see mistakes lmk. Thank you.

You sat in between Ominis and Imelda, Sebastian on her other side. You weren't quite sure why you were all still sat in the Great Hall. But when you looked up at the professors, Professor Black was strictly talking to Professor Weasley.

"What on earth are we still doing here?" Ominis complains.

"I haven't a clue. Black seems to be upset with Professor Weasley though." You say absentmindedly, trying to think of what could have enraged your uncle this much.

"Maybe he found a troll in the dungeons." Sebastian jests from across the table.

"Seriously? I have flying first thing in the morning. I need to polish my broom!" Imelda complained.

"Please Imelda. Everyone knows you're the best flyer at school." You say with the intent to get her to stop complaining.

Just as she was about to complain further all four of you whipped your heads to the entrance to the Great Hall.

Professor Black walks back toward the Sorting Hat with an older student trailing behind him. They seem disheveled and breathing hard, either from the nerves or the stairs you cant tell.

Ominis picks up on the chatter, "What? What is it?" 

"Some new student, Min. But they look like our age. I hope they don't get sorted in our house. They look like trouble." You glance at Ominis, who nods but faces forward again. Something he does when he's trying to use his other sense better.

"Don't say that (Y/n). A new student could be a fun distraction from Anne." Sebastian says, not even looking at you and Ominis, who is also annoyed by his remark about his sick sister.

"Nobody can replace Anne." Ominis says, venom dripping in his tone.

"I'm not saying they will, I'm saying maybe it'd be good for us to find trouble elsewhere." Sebastian defends.

"Can you three put a sock in it? I'm trying to hear!" Imelda interrupts before you could give your input on the whole situation.

"Slytherin!"

"Oh bloody hell!" You curse under your breath.

"Language!" Ominis smacks your sleeve and you give a surprised yelp.

"Awe look at that the two lovebirds are fighting like their already married."

This comment elicited a glare from both you and Ominis. Both of you being from two vary powerful pureblood families and in the same house, its no surprise you ended up as friends. Your uncle, Phineas Black was headmaster at Hogwarts. As for Ominis, well his father was a direct descendant of Slytherin, weather Ominis wanted to accept that or not.

Ominis and you met first year. He was there for you when your mother went off the rails after your father died and married a muggle. After that you started to live with your uncle and his wife and their three sons. You and Sebastian were around for the falling out Ominis had with his parents. The three of you were always there for each other.  This time though, with Sebastian going through his own family crisis, he doesn't seem to be even acknowledging that this is the first year ever that the group is a member short.

You seethed at him, "We're not together."

After Professor Black announce no Quidditch this year, you knew that the walk back to the common room would be filled with grumbling from both Sebastian and Imelda.

"He dared to cancel Quidditch this year? What am I going to do!" Imelda started, the second you four left the Great Hall.

"Maybe you can race people. That way I can still watch people fall off their brooms!" Sebastian suggest.

Both you and Ominis took slow steps away from them. 

"I cant believe that new kid was sorted with us. I don't know how to explain it Ominis but I have a bad feeling about them." "Oh please (Y/n). You mustn't be so pessimistic. I'm sure their a great person."

"You see the irony in you calling me a pessimist right?" You giggle.

He rolls his eyes, thinking of something snarky to say but you quickly grab his shoulder to stop him.

"I'm tired Ominis. Good night. Make sure Seb doesn't get expelled on the first day."

"This is far from over Black!" He shouts as you descend the stairs to your dorm.

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In the morning you sit on the floor next to Ominis, who leans against the wall next to the windows under the Black Lake. He has been teasing the first years all morning.

"If you look hard enough you can see a mermaid in the Black Lake." He told two siblings, who were particularly drawn to the window this morning.

"Ominis-" You start to scold him but the new fifth year interrupts you.

Ominis stands to address the new student, but you simply shift further into the wall, wanting nothing to do with this conversation.

"Ah based on all the chatter going around the common room, I'm guessing you must be the new fifth year. I'm Ominis. Ominis Gaunt. And this little ray of Sunshine is (Y/n) Black." Ominis points to you on the floor and you scoff so he can hear your displeasure.

"Nice to meet you Ominis." They greet.

"Well you certainly had a memorable arrival." He teased.

The rumors about the dragon attack speak like wild fire in the 12 hours before this conversation. You were the one to have told Ominis, since you actually bunk with the new fifth year.

"Well if I'm going to make my mark here, I had to start right away." They brag. You just roll your eyes.

Ominis gives a surprised laugh, "You are defiantly in the right house. Do let me know if there is anything I can do to help you navigate your first days here, though I doubt you'll have any trouble." 

"Did you expect to be put into Slytherin?" They question.

"What is this? An interview of anyone whos remotely famous around here?" You mutter under your breath. Just loud enough for him to hear you.

Ominis gives a nervous laugh, trying to be more polite then you, "Of course. My family on my fathers side are direct descendants of Salthazar Slytherin himself. Not something I am especially proud of mind you. " He pauses, and turns his head towards you. "As for (Y/n), well they too have a lasting relationship with the house. But both of our families are obsessed with blood status so it's a topic we both try to avoid."

The student looks at you on the floor. You continue to wear a blank expression and look from the window to Ominis then back out the window, bored.

"Yes well urm- did that boy say he heard a mermaid?" They point out the window.

"Oh yes. But I've never heard of a mermaid showing up outside our common room window."

The two first years grumble in disappointment before heading off to their first class.

"Him and Seb like to tease the first years." You butt in, earning you a foot to your knee for interrupting him.

"It is fun to play along though. Know to keep some first years on the look out for hours."

"Thank you Ominis. it was night to meet the pair of you." The fifth year walk off to Sebastian.

Ominis leans back against the wall. "Okay I see what you mean."

"Yeah." You scoff. "They practically jumped at the opportunity to ask you about your house. Why did you have to tell them about out lineage? We both agreed not to bring it up unless we have to."

"I wanted them to know that we have connections, in case they start to get the wrong idea."

You stand up from your spot, facing him head on, even if he is nearly a foot taller then you now, "And if your new best friend starts asking about the Chamber or the locket?"

"They won't." Ominis says confidently.

"And if Sebastian tells them?" You gauge his reaction. The shock at the idea of it being Sebastian who tells people about what Ominis might know about Hogwarts shows on his now paler face.

"I- he wouldn't. He has been my best friend longer than you have. He would not go behind my back like that." He shutters at the idea.

"If you say so Min. I'm going to breaky. You do what you must." And with that you walk away to go meet Poppy and Natty in the Great Hall.

[glockmonkey]

REASONS I THINK CHILCHUCK KNIT HIS OWN COWL/NECKWARMER:

knows how to mend clothing. doesnt find it weird to casually mend his own clothing. he starts sewing up his vest in the mimic episode IMMEDIATELY after it gets ripped.

father of three. again, experienced clothes mender, and possibly maker. could have picked up knitting for/from his family, or just for fun.

one of his daughters could have made it for him, so he wears it out of sentimental value; HOWEVER, I don’t know if he would bring something that important into the dungeon. something his daughters taught him how to make, however…

I think he let one of his daughters teach him how to knit. certified girldad.

lockpicking and knitting (and sewing and crochet) have really similar principles, which is “take small stick and use it to move other things around until something happens”. it’s mostly based on feel and rhythm. similar skillset!

i feel like chilchuck is a very restless person. hence, knitting idly. you know what people do in their downtime while sitting around a fire or to stay awake on night watch? some idle activity, like woodcarving. or knitting.

it’s not a scarf, it’s a COWL. chilchuck is at least fully aware that it’s not a scarf. he brings it up in the doppelganger episode. cowls are way more fun to knit than to actually wear, because they’re easy and versatile. 99% of popular ravelry patterns are cowls. knitters love to make cowls. theyre really fun, and usually pretty mindless.

chilchuck is also extremely stubborn, which means that if he went through the effort of making a cowl, he will wear that thing out of spite as much as humanly possible, even when it doesnt match his outfit at fucking ALL. it’s the ONLY colourful thing in his outfit. with a turtleneck and/or button up shirt. he literally never takes it off.

I will literally wear socks that I have knitted, which are a sensory nightmare, because they are SOCKS that i MADE.

someone’s gotta wear it, or itll have been made for nothing!! i cant just let it sit in my closet forever!! thats a waste of a perfectly good cowl!!

[pastafossa]

Hi Pasta!! I have a question 🙃 What do you think Matt and Jane got each other for Christmas? I cant stop thinking about it. They’re so cute 🥹

BEHOLD. Like 1.1k so rest is behind a see more, but this was in my drafts for what their gifts would be. I didn't have time to get the whole scene done with everything, but I figured this would do!

It didn’t take long for Matt to make use of some of his Christmas gifts, and you found yourself standing by the couch less than an hour later, staring down in amusement at the happy, melted puddle that was Matt Murdock beneath the glow of a Christmas tree.

He’d burrowed down into his new hoodie, his eyes closed and his nose tucked down into the velvet-soft alpaca wool that lined the inside—some of the softest wool you’d been able to find, and something you’d searched long and hard for. Wrapped around the rest of him was a rich, red alpaca wool blanket, thick and warm and equally soft. You had a feeling that, under the blanket, he’d likely also slipped into his new fleece-lined sweats and fleecy socks, ninety-five percent of his body now cradled in soothing, warm comfort. 

“So is that a yes on those?” you said softly, relieved now that it was obvious you’d chosen right when it came to this. It had been… a while, since you’d given anything for Christmas, much less given a gift to someone who meant as much to you as Matt did. Soft had seemed a good road to take, and you’d spent ages hunting for something that he’d be able to wear even when his senses ramped up to the point of pain. “Soft enough?”

A quiet sigh, almost a moan, was his response, followed by a glutted “Mhm,” before he lazily lifted his arms out from under the blanket, opening them to you. You quickly took up the invitation, climbing into his lap and letting him wind his arms around you. You dropped your head against his shoulder, reaching over to run your palm across the velvet-soft fabric covering his chest. His reaction was instant, arching up into your hand as he purred and melted further into the couch at the sensation of the fabric sliding on his skin, his head lolling back when you nuzzled in past the collar of the hoodie so you could press your lips gently to his pulse. Briefly, you passed over the new necklace chain he wore, the little braille pendant reading ‘Always Loved’ hidden somewhere beneath the fabric, its color a match for the key around your neck. That, at least, you knew was a success, but the rest...   

“You really do like the clothes, don’t you?” you asked him, relaxing a little, curling your fingers to scratch a little as you ran them up and down his chest. “I had a good feeling on the necklace, but for these… I wasn’t sure.” “Why not?” he asked sleepily, fumbling one hand up until he could slip it up under the back of your shirt, palming the line of your spine like you were stroking his chest. You weren’t surprised; he always tried to reciprocate, or maybe he just... liked having an excuse to touch you back. “These are probably the softest things I own now. They’re perfect. They feel amazing.”  

“I was worried it was too… I don’t know. Impersonal.” You drummed your fingers a little against his chest, tucking your legs up until you were more comfortable. “But you shouldn’t have to wear things that hurt on your bad days, or at all really, so I-I guess I just—”

“The hoodie smells like you,” he murmured, tipping his head to lay it atop yours. You went quiet, still and unmoving as he continued, “I can tell that you wore it for me a little after washing it, and that it made you happy to do it, because your scent’s different when you’re happy and when you love someone. And every time I move, nothing scratches. Nothing hurts. All of these feel soft and gentle, like how you touch me when I’m bleeding, and when I need you most.” His chest expanded and then dipped on a contented sigh, and then he reached up, brushing his thumb over your cheek, his thumb coming away wet. His voice dropped to something even softer, low and tender. “So much of my life is pain, sweetheart. How could the way you touch me, the way you want to take away some of that pain from me, be impersonal?”   

You wound yourself a little tighter around him, hiding your face against his neck as you let out a shaky breath, and he pulled you in tighter with a soothing noise. You’d been so… so terrified you’d fuck this up, that you’d do this wrong after so many years of dodging it, of being alone, of being forced to avoid anything like a holiday, anything like friends or love. The idea that you’d gotten it right on your first try… 

And you weren’t the only one. 

You leaned away from him just far enough to pick up one of the two photo frames on the coffee table where it had been set atop a massive pile of books you’d wanted to read for years, years in which you’d been forced to pass them by, story by story, cover by cover until Matt hunted down those stories and placed them back into your hands. You laid back against his chest again after you’d brushed your fingers fondly over the books, and instead, you focused once more on the photo inside the elegant black frame. 

Foggy had taken it at Josie’s at some point—a candid of you and Matt crammed into a booth, his arm draped around your shoulders as you leaned into him, a bright grin on his face, your head tipped back as you laughed at something he’d said. The warmth in your eyes and his smile was obvious as you stared fondly up at him beneath the dull glow of the bar, at the very same table Foggy had once worked at to ensure your friendship with Matt was mended. There was no disguising what this was. And… 

“I can’t believe I can put this on my desk now,” you whispered, tracing your fingers over the frame. 

And you didn’t… have to disguise it, did you? There was no need to hide, not anymore. You could have his picture on your desk, could hold his hand as he walked you home, could kiss him when he came to see you at your office or you at his or when you were both out in the rain. And he could do the same with the second picture, one destined for his own desk, all so that he could proudly gesture towards it whenever you came up. 

A… a real life. 

He lifted one arm and you sniffled, crawling back around to wrap your arms around him in return, burying your face against his neck as he held you close. Held you here at home—a home for you both, for your tree, for your books, for an actual life, lived fully and completely and wholly for the first time.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered. "Merry Christmas."

“Love you, too. Merry Christmas.”

There was no bigger gift he could give you.