#take care of yourself PLEASEEE

[itsguysnightitsironic]

This is a reminder that you don't owe the fandom you're on shit.

Fanart, edits, cosplay, animation, fanfics, any activity that takes your free time is free labour, and nobody should have expectations over how much you produce and how quickly you do it, NOT EVEN YOU.

Why are you overworking yourself in the name of passion? Why are you putting yourself under IMPOSSIBLE expectations? Why are you comparing yourself with others artists as this was a competition and not a community having fun?

It will not be the end of the world if you don't post every week, or if you don't interact in the Discord every day, or if your posts don't get seen by the creators, or if you don't update that fic as quickly as you would like. YOU CAN STOP. FANDOM DOESNT OWE YOU SHIT.

IT'S YOUR TIME, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY YOUR FREE TIME, which in a society that could work workers to the death if it could, free time, your lazy time, it's precious time.

I left the LOA fandom for a year because I couldnt take the expectations anymore, the posting scheludes, the "more" comments under every single animation; all those animatics you like so much on the LOA main I made while having panic atacks and breakdowns every day because I thought I was failing not only the crew but you for not being quicker enought for not being funny enough, and, it was the stuppidest shit I ever done.

And I at least got paid for it. (which is also not a good excuse to overwork yourself to death, life and work balance is a real thing, and you should subscribe to it, a job is a job, it isn't your life, don't let it be)

But, even now, after a year, I can't bring myself to animate anymore, something that I did for fun.

I almost stopped drawing altogether for all the stress I went through.

And I refuse to let anyone else go through that.

SO REMEBER, RESPECT YOUR FELLOW CREATORS, FANDOM DOESNT OWE YOU SHIT, TAKE A FUCKING BREAK AND BE LAZY, FOR FUCKS SAKE BE LAZY.

The world may not know how to wait, but it will.

[shariasweet]

could you write something with experienced best friend jake eating out shy inexperienced reader with lots of praise pleaseee 🥹

s.jaeyun x f reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: sorry this took so long nonnie :((( 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: freidns to ??? · oral (f) · fingering (f) · slight humping · pet-names · f.ᐟreader

through snotty noses and awkward haircuts... secondary-school heartbreaks and the absolute hell that was midterms and exams—you and jake grew up practically sewn at the hip.

your moms practically raised you together... spending after school at his place and lounging around at yours on the weekends. 

you'd been brought up just the same and yet jake had always been much more outspoken. way louder and certainly way more confident. 

even now, with the two of you sitting together on your apartment's couch—jake's voice was loud. it was thick, laced with that australian drawl that never seemed to leave no matter how old the two of you got.

"she's crazy, y/n. i swear... i mean, we hooked up once. well—if you can even call it that." frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair.

you nodded along, listening as he whined about the last girl he'd slept around with. “i gave her head like once…” he pouted, fingers tapping against his thigh. “maybe twice... i can’t remember, the point is—”

you zoned out.

you're not a prude... or shy, or a virgin.

but that's another thing… whereas jake was more... unapologetically loud about his habits, you preferred keeping the more intimate moments tucked away and to yourself. that’s the way it’d always been: he’d always say what he felt… what he wanted, how he wanted it—meanwhile, you always kept things to yourself. especially the more private, personal things...

he slumped deeper into the couch, lips quirking lazily. “has anyone ever gone down on you?”

you startled, snapping out of your zoned-out daze as you turned to face him with wide eyes. “what?” “have you ever let anyone eat you out?” he repeated himself as if changing the wording would somehow make his question more casual and less insane.

“jake—” you pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing. if you didn't know him, you'd wonder how he could ask you such a thing with a straight face. “no. i mean... no, i haven’t.” he blinked at you. for once, stunned, silent.

“...you want me to?”

those four words were what set everything into place: him crawling toward you as your breath caught in your chest, gently cupping your jaw as he kissed you like you were made of glass.

"fuck," jake grunted against the curve of your jaw, lips trailing lower and lower. "you're sure about this, right?" he looked up at you from where his head laid on your stomach. his voice was softer now—his usually playful demenour completely serious. "sure as i'll ever be..." you shyly nodded.

"hey," he said gently, taking your hand and placing it in his hair. "don't be nervous, y/n. y’know me. i’ll take good care of you, yeah? promise. i just... ‘wanna make you feel good."

you looked away, melting as heat crept up your face.

"y-yeah... i know. just... just hurry up, do it already."

he laughed beneath his breath and sank even lower into the cushions, settling between your thighs. "i’ll take these off now," he murmured, fingers ghosting over your short’s waistband. you nodded just as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic, but he paused. "use your words. please."

his voice cracked a little—he needed you to say that this was okay. "take them off..." you whispered.

and he did. the fabric pooled around your ankles, leaving your pantie-clad core exposed. "now what..?" you mumbled, pout forming on your lips when you caught the way he was staring. he tilted his head, grinning. "cute." he chuckled, eyeing the little hearts on your underwear. you didn’t have time to respond before his nose was pressed against your cunt through the cotton, breathing you in.

"j-jake—"

he didn’t stop, just nudged his nose against your clit, teasing with soft inhales and gentle pressure. "breathe, y/n." he tapped your thigh, reminding you to let go. "you’re all tense." you sucked in, inhaling felt like air being knocked into your lungs.

"good girl," he murmured, biting at the waistband and slowly tugging your panties down with his teeth. "so fucking pretty down here..." he added in awe. "o-oh fuck," you whispered, embarrassment creeping up on you again. you tried to hide your face, but jake reached up quickly, catching your wrist. "don’t hide from me, baby. ‘wanna see all of you. you’re so fucking beautiful, yeah?." his breath was hot against your skin, each breath fanned against your sticky core.

his tongue darted out, licking a fat stripe up your cunt. one hand grasping your hip, the other keeping your thighs parted. "shit," he hummed into you, the vibrations making your back arch. "ah! jake... fuck, this feels so... s-so weird—"

"yeah?" he grinned, mouth glistening. "good weird or bad weird?"

"g-good..." you gasped, gripping his hair. "feels really good." 

"that’s what i needed to hear, baby," he smiled, lips wrapping around your clit, suckling gently, letting go with a pop just to bury his tongue deep inside you. he groaned feeling your thighs cage around his head. "you taste so fucking sweet.” he humped into the couch, your taste giving him pure bliss. “how has no one done this before... jesus christ, baby."

the funny feeling in your stomach only grew with each lick at your cunt. your grip tightened in his hair, tugging at his scalp. "i-i think i’m clo—agh! close..." you huffed, hips stuttering.

"yeah?" he groaned, dragging his tongue upward and replacing it with two fingers, sliding them in deep, and curling them until you jolted. his tongue circled your clit as he murmured, "give it to me, baby. c’mon... be good for me. ‘lemme feel you fall apart."

"ohmygodohmygod! jake, oh my—" your words spilled out in an incoherent string as your orgasm hit you. hard. his fingers didn’t stop, coaxing it out… pulling every last bit of pleasure from you until your body finally relaxed.

when your eyes blinked open, the first thing you saw was jake laying on your thigh, chin soaked in slick. an approving expression etched itself into his face. "you’ve got a little something..." you mumbled breathlessly, gesturing to his chin. he grinned, flicking his tongue out to lap at the corner of his mouth.

"did i get it?" you laughed, cheeks burning. "Maybe." he shifted up slightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"if i were her," you murmured, still out of it, "i’d be crazy too, hah… once would've been all it took."

"you're joking, right?" he leaned down again. "i'm not stopping at once with you."

[withluvkay]

I turn 23 this year - here's some things I wish I could go back in time and tell my 15-16 year old self. 🤍

Whatever you do, please don't neglect yourself. Do not skip washing your face and brushing your teeth some mornings. I know there was some days where you'd rather stay in bed and not face the world, I get it. But you matter so much more than you think. You deserve to exist and experience all the joys this world has to offer. You deserve to feel energized and loved. So please take just a small moment to care for your body. It'll be your home for however long you're on this earth. It deserves to be cared for.

Make physical activity a habit. Even if it's just as simple as walking up and down your street, taking 10 minutes to do a few jumping jacks or light yoga, just make it a habit to move. You will feel so accomplished, energized and confident.

Girl, get that license! Just get it out the way, pleaseee. Not only will being able to drive open so many doors for you, but you won't have to stress about it in your twenties. You will feel so much more independent and just overall proud of yourself.

Add, don't subtract. Instead of trying to make drastic, super unrealistic changes to your diet and trying to cut everything off in one day, try adding more fruits and veggies to every plate. Or choosing the lower cal option of something you were really craving and use smaller plates/bowls. It's all about balance. But also, if you did have a "bad food day," don't beat yourself up like it was the end of the world. You can always try again.

And lastly, log tf out and turn that phone off. Social media was fun growing up, but it also became an unhealthy cycle of comparison. I'd pick myself apart over every little thing I saw on my feed, and it would wreck my mental health. I still struggle til this day, but I wish I could tell my younger self: those people weren’t perfect—so why was I making my whole identity chasing perfection? Your worth isn’t tied to your body, health, money, or where you live. Be your own best friend. I'd tell her to compare yourself only to who you were yesterday. To choose compassion over self-criticism.

I wanted to share this here for not only myself, but also for those who might be facing these same situations/feelings. You aren't alone! You aren't behind in life, you aren't failing. No one's journey is the same so don't tear yourself down. All your dreams and goals will be achieved in due time. There are so many more exciting days to experience. You got this. 👑

[matt-is-me]

Mind Trick

cw:hypnosis,arousal

You and your friend are sitting on their couch, watching TV and unwinding after a very tiring day. You've both had a ton of work to worry about, and they think the best remedy for that exhaustion is to destress on the couch for a bit, then try out the trigger they gave you the previous day.

It was a Jedi Mind Trick suggestion, one that makes you mindlessly agree with them any time they wave their hand front of your face. You thought it was a very nerdy thing to use during a hypnosis session, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious of its effects.

You wanted to chill out for a bit, but there had to be a better way to do that. The TV was very boring. It was that dumb cooking show your friend always watches. You couldn't stand it, it was like watching paint dry.

"Can you please change the channel? You know how much I hate this show" , you asked, in a tired, grumpy tone.

They waved their hand.

"But you love this show, hun, you always have!"

Your previous opinion began to fade from your head, swiped away by the hand authoritavely swaying in front of you.

That.. that was true. It had always been that way. What were you complaining about? You loved to watch cooking shows! They offered a very relaxing, and informative experience, and suddenly it became impossible to take your eyes off the screen.

You continued watching with your friend for a while, excited with your newfound knowledge of how to prepare Steak au Poivre. It wasn't until both of you spent a little time relaxing your muscles that they suggested doing something else.

"Hm, I've chilled out enough. I'm in the mood for something.. diferent. Are you horny, dear?" They looked at you as they quizzed you on your arousal.

On one hand, you were a bit aroused, and it was the perfect way to destress. But on the other, you were pretty tired, and it was much easier to sit and watch the show. You needed a push, if your friend wanted this very lazy evening to end differently.

They waved their hand.

"You're incredibly aroused"

This time, you repeated their words, doing so without resistance. "I'm incredibly aroused" , you replied, the mindless tone of your voice quickly erasing your previous opinions.

That.. that was true. It had always been like that. Your tired expression morphed from sleepy to unfathomably horny. The thoughts that occupied your mind changed, from ones of curling up on the couch to sexual fantasies of your tist. Your mind grew aroused.

You began to absent-mindedly touch yourself. Nothing major, of course, but just enough to keep yourself worked up. Your friend watched your sudden shift in personality, content with how easy it was to make you agree with them.

They waved their hand.

"Your mind is extremely fuzzy"

"My mmind... fuzzy...", you replied, not even a tiny ammount of hesitation in your voice.

That was true. Your mind could barely keep a coherent thought inside your head. You began to drool your thoughts away as you touched yourself, the only noises escaping your mouth being giggles and moans. You were too dizzy to care about not being understood.

They waved their hand.

"You are really needy. You need me to tell you what to do. What to think."

"N..needyyy....", your voice trailed off, unable to repeat anymore.

That was true. You got closer to them, still touching yourself as you looked into their eyes. Your moans turned into a chorus of needy words, your mind looping the same fantasies of being blanked by your dear pal. You were begging. You had to beg.

"Pleaseee uusee meee,, nneed uu to tell me whhat ddoo.. wahhat too thinkk.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseepleasee"

"Aww, good toy!", your tist responded, a smile forming on their face as they watched your pretty head break from the pleasure.

They waved their hand.

"You're blank."

That was true. You were blank. Your mind suddenly stopped, no longer thinking anything. You froze in place, awaiting commands. You needed to be told what to do. What to think. And your tist had some great ideas~

"I am blank.", you mindlessly replied.

And just like that, with a few waves of a hand, you were gone.

[uminonagare]

ㅤㅤ" .... " Narumi's lips parted slightly in surprise.

ㅤㅤAlthough this was the few outcomes he had predicted, it seemed as if he had severely underestimated Dark's, truthfully, reckless resolve. Honestly ... just what sort of life did he live to be able to readily join Narumi upon this path of madness ? Despite the nonchalance of his words, there was an unmistakable weight buried behind them. Perhaps he too ... had been subjected to the cruelty of the gods, willing or not. No matter what sort of unimaginable hell Dark had lived through time and time again, their lives still somehow converged here. The only difference was how he still managed to take pride in life. In some ways, it made Narumi a bit envious but ... that was the distinction between them, wasn't it ? Even long after being swallowed up by the flames, the ghost of Minato Enji had briefly ached his heart; the forgotten, naive wish of a young boy that desired to live ( even then, there was no other way to live than in resignation beneath that well ). In the end, that boy had died the moment he had burned Kaeru no Machi to ash. His envy had already become as fleeting as the cinders dissipating in the wind.

ㅤㅤFate was a strange thing, wasn't it ? No ... perhaps this was proof of Dark's determination, however incomprehensible it was. What was it, he wondered ... ? There was something oddly nostalgic about this encounter.

ㅤㅤHis weary eyes softened in acceptance. " ... You're just a reckless brat. " He flicked his forehead again. " You've a lot to learn before you can even think about catching up with me but ... if that's your choice then there's no helping it. " He ruffled his hair. " I might as well consider you outside help. It would be a hassle if the organization got your hands on you ... even if you aren't ordinarily what we deal with but I know you'd be an interesting case study to a colleague of mine. "

the slits of his own eyes hardly shrink as he stares into the other's narrow . dark's gaze doesn't waver as he considers the terms , silent save for the press of an invisible ear to his thudding heart . it isn't long until his shoulder breezily lifts and shrugs , each heavy word rolling off his back smooth as rainwater off bird's feathers .

' sure . ' it's such a ridiculously nonchalant response , one still lacking in as much as a single hint of sarcasm . ' actions speak louder than words when it comes to promises like these ... but you know , i've already been doing something similar for just a little while . '

he skirts around the jagged edges of it : his fury , his vengeance , his misery . all of his thoughts wander instead towards the cold , ticking arms of time ; decades into centuries into what may very well have ended up as millennia , the life of a false-fallen angel who had taken it upon himself to become a legendary phantom thief .

there was a clear beginning , and yet there was no end to any of it . the same burden that regularly crushed and suffocated him was the very same that he prided himself upon : his own gods were loss and love and the unfathomable , pandora's most wretched , treasure-box hope . alice's madness filled his life , too : what lives he knew fell to pieces and were reconstructed over and over again , his face and figure porcelain-marble .

in the end , he only asks for his other self's opinion . the simple , meager question of : do you still want to help him ? ends up simply echoed and simply answered : ( ... yeah . i really do . ) ' a dangerous life full of thrills is just perfect . moreover , someone as great as the great me won't lose himself so easily . whatever happens , i'll still always be me --- and as for you ? it sounds like you're one of those types that tries to take on too much all by themselves . '

[screampied]

Sorry this is super specific but angry mean and sloppy hate sex w the jjk boys (specifically nanami) is all I've been thinking about 🥹🥹🥹

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ SCREAM, NO BOLOGNA ! ’﹒⺡

sukuna, toji, gojo, nanami, geto

જ warnings. fem! reader, hate séx, implied multiple órgasms, praise, dirty talk, facefucking, hair pulling, choking, overstim, squìrting, implied breeding, daddy kink, the bed kinda… breaks, mdni.

𖬺 — NANAMI KENTO.

“now now sweetheart,” he’d coo. his voice had such a sugary rasp as he spoke. you moan, feeling him casually bend you over with just one hand. you felt him softly caress the soft edges of your ass, lovingly stroking a thumb against your sheer skin before bringing his leaky tip towards your soaked folds. “was that little fit you threw earlier in the mall necessary? told you to wait until we got home.”

“don’t…care,” you huff out with furrowed eyebrows. your breath wafts against the soft material of the cushioned pillow as you pout. nanami raises a brow, making you arch just a little before your lips part. “i was bored all day. just f-fuck me, kento. s-stop bein' all nice ‘n just be rough with me.”

“my oh my, what a filthy mouth you have,” he clicks his tongue, and nanami purposely leans up close to you. you mewled once he grabs a fistful of your hair. he has a good grip before giving it a slight yank. you let off a whimper once the head of his cock skims past your entrance. not once but twice. his words were so rich, coated with pure tease before he lays his weight right up against you. “rough she says,” he whispers, and he brings his free hand to grip your waist. nanami was so precise and slow with his hand movements. you let off a gasp the minute he starts to ease his way inside. “if you wanted me to treat you like this, you didn’t have to be such a—”

he gets cut off by creating a single sloppy thrust against you and you sob out a whimper from how thick he was. a few good inches and you then started to feel yourself stretch. “…brat,” he concludes, and you even hear nanami’s voice get a tad bit lower. his tie tickles against your spine as he starts to move and your eyes didn’t hesitate to quickly rolllll into the very depths of your skull.

nanami didn’t mind being rough, especially if you asked nicely. whenever he was though, his thrusts were just godly. so good…

your maw dangles open as he’s just whacking you in all the right spots, all the right places.

he still had his work clothes on too—you couldn’t wait, you needed him now. his girth stretched you out in every way imaginable, you dumbly jerk against the bed before letting off a cute squeal. “k-kento, harder. choke me. harder pleaseee.”

nanami kisses his teeth, cocking his head to the side as he intakes a sharp concise breath.

“you’re somethin' else, you know that?” and you feel the warmth of his fingers wrap around your neck. his fingers, so thick. you hit back and forth against him—your pussy just squeaking a high pitch tune out in harmony. “rougher baby?” he huffs out, and you moan once he caresses the middle part of your neck. “you—you like bein' arched over like this for your husband?”

“y-yes,” you’d whine out, feeling his gentle touch graze against the fat of your ass. he loved caressing every inch of your body, so gentle. the tips of nanami’s thumbs gingerly press into the sides of your hips before he delivers a mean two second stroke. you gasp, wanting more, more of him being so spry and vigorous with his hips. “fuck me h-hard, ‘ken.”

nanami grows quiet, watching how your torso cutely gets propped up against him.

you were just aching . . . soaked for more of his thick inches plugging inside of your sweetened cunt. he loved the view. such a pretty wife being all arched for him, taking round after round. he wanted nothing more than to just lean right up to you and run a hand down your spine.

he adored getting under your skin, making you all shy and timid. once nanami starts to get ruthless, you’re making all types of noises, such noises reverberate across the entire room — ricochet after ricochet, just bouncing off the walls.

“jus’ like that, kento,” you’d whimper out, and the feeling of his thick cock delving all inside of your walls had you so wet—you were drooling all against the bed sheets. he hit it just right, nanami’s breath became rough and raspy. you wanted him to be a bit rough, so he was more than happy to oblige. you squeezed down against him and he groans, watching your chest slam and jolt against the beat cushiony mattress.

“g-goddamnn,” he throws his head back in pure ecstasy. you had him going feral, he was enticed with how good you made him feel. vice versa, you swallowed him whole. your cunt was just sputtering out sweet noises that made his ears practically pop. he liked seeing you like this, drooling for more cock. strands of saliva seep from the corners of your mouth solely based on how deep he reached inside of you. “sweetheart, you’re gonna—make a mess out of me.”

his voice was so low, it was sweet. how he spoke so rich and smoothly yet his thrusts against your aroused core was the entire opposite. you moaned, momentarily after a while you started to feel a sudden tension build up. a rush of waves went through you, and you whined once his tip kept smacking against your precious g-spot.

again, and again, and again, constant loop. your walls had him in a tight chokehold—quite literally, you were gripping around him like a vice before you squealed out a, “k-kento, o-oh my godddd. i feel, ‘m gonna— right there.”

he chuckles, deepening his hits against you. your cute words were suddenly broken, you couldn’t fully speak a sentence without choking up. he had you throbbing, slick running down your thighs with your jaw cutely open. he was so hefty. his base just rams right into you, it had you dizzy, toes curling and eyes just crossed. your ankle shook before you gasped at the abrupt feeling of you finally reaching your peak. “fuckkk kento,” you’d sob, and you only then realized you’d just squirt all over his cock.

“oooooh,” nanami hums, and he slows down just briefly. he ends up finishing around the same time as you, painting on your your spine with a gorgeous canvas of his own seed. it shot out in thin ropes on your back, you felt so warm and yet empty once he pulled out. nanami had such mahogany eyes full of love, running a hand down your waist once more before having a shy abrupt expression. “did . . my wife just squirt on me?”

a question, a simple question you couldn’t answer but he already knew. he smiles, soft chocolatey irises lingering towards your sopping wet pussy. he brings a hand towards it, giving it a sweet pat.

“mm. appears she did,” he answers for you, and he couldn’t be rough and mean to you for that long. he loved you too much, especially your body. nanami groans, feeling you wriggle your hips up against him, a sign that you wanted him to keep going. nanami’s lips tug up into a smile before he flips you over, slowly prying your legs open before humming. “can you do that again, my love? show me how much of a messy wife you can be.”

𖬺 — SUGURU GETO.

“woah. easyyyy now angel,” geto smirks, and he’d be laid back against the soft cushion of the driver’s seat.

he had you propped up right on his lap. it was tranquil, the two of you being surrounded by a secluded spot with a few streetlights making the scenery a bit more bright. your bottom lip quivered, hovering over his angry tip before swallowing thickly. “hm. i know you’re my ex ‘n all, but with a look like that i’d say you’re still in love with me.”

“just— shut up,” you’d grumble. he chuckles, bringing two rough hands towards the sides of your waist. he loved more than anything to touch you, to run and strum his svelte lengthy fingers all against your skin. it had you weak, he had you weak. geto and you were on and off, sure. but the pent up annoyed intimacy was always amazing. toe curling even, you try to hold back a moan the moment his cock starts to kiss against your folds, his tip gradually going inside. “fuck you.”

geto leers at you before a sly smirk compresses against his pink lips. “…girl, bye,” and his sassiness catches you off guard. with an eye roll, he moves you closer towards his chest—reaching against the left side of the seat to make it recline back. “all this talk for someone who still struggles to take me, even with prep. get serious.”

you glare, not knowing how to reply and he snickers at how quick he made you shut up. your glare turned into a cute eye-widening expression, because that’s when you start to feel his cock massage your inner walls.

“s-shit,” you’d gasp, unhurriedly feeling him sink inside. geto was always so thick, a perfect fit for you. that grip you always gave him. he loved it more than anything.

he still also loved you more than anything, but no one had to know that. “s-so fuckin’ big, suguru.”

“gotta be to stretch my favorite pussy,” he breathes, feeling you start to rock your hips—you moan at how quick he reached you so deep. geto had an upward curve, never failing to locate your most secretive and tender spots with his plump tip. he massaged your gummy walls so good it had your thighs already spasming. it was embarrassing, he had you wrapped around his finger.

you hated it, you hated him, is what you kept telling yourself. alas, you hated him enough to ride him into complete oblivion. “mhm. tug on my hair a bit, angel. always love when ya do that.”

you moue at him, forgetting how much of a slut he was. perhaps an even bigger one than you. you grab onto his silky healthy hair, giving it a nice tug before he slips off a moan. “heh. aw, does me moaning for you turn you on? felt you squeeze all against me jus’ now.”

“s-shut uppp,” you’d huff out, your voice starting to become a bit nervy. geto’s fingers trail against your waist before you start to grind against him. as his seat was reclined—he had such a pretty view of your face.

whilst you’re wrenching and jerking strenuously against him. his dick expands all inside you, his sheer girth, his cockhead that was dragging all through your folds. the more you moved, the more you coated his entire lower shaft with your glistening slick.

you made sure to use your hips in such a sensual motion, rotating them before swerving back and forth. geto grows quiet, your cute moans being the only sounds in the car — replacing the vehicle’s deafening silence with your sweet murmurs.

“still mad at me?” he suddenly whispers, your rhythmic movements driving him to the first street of plain insanity. you always knew how to ride him just right, hands of yours roamed all down his abs that poked through his white tee. “i can see right through that pretty bratty expression. you just wanted to fuck me. admit it.”

“stop—talking,” you’d grouse cutely, narrowing your eyebrows at him. you knew he was right though. geto groans, feeling you start to bounce on his lap . . the lap you were happily straddling. your eyes ran down his perfectly structured body, he wore a simple leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. a pretty figure, his abs were clenched and tightened all because of you. you moan, feeling his dick brush and swipe against your g-spot. it didn’t even take that long. geto’s taken by surprise the minute your fingers wrap around his neck, giving him a tight squeeze.

“well shit,” he gruffs out, giving the right part of your hips a squeeze. slender fingers of his go towards your ass before smacking it. you moaned, and geto hums. “got the audacity to choke me? kinky girl,” and as his pitch grew low and husky, you felt your pussy throb. it was pathetic—just a few words from geto’s mouth and it’s already enough to have you drenched. “if you’re gonna choke me, at least do it harder. i like it rough in case you don’t know, girl.”

he was such a brat, and you thought you were the problem. you didn’t even know if that was possible—you glare at him though, giving his neck a slight squeeze and he moans. “now fuckin’ ride me. and stare at me the whole time too,” and he then grabs you by the neck this time, pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss. it was a mixture of many feelings. a low groan gets caught in his mouth as he feels your hips gradually speed up. geto’s tongue runs against yours, and he can’t keep his hands off you — off your ass. “fuck me. fuck me, f-fuckkk,” and his last words were a bit slurred. you were taking him fully, grinding your hips to where he even starts to stutter.

geto’s ego gets ahead of him, so much so to where he ends up cumming early. it shot out so much that he’s taken aback. dark hooded eyes staring into your soul practically. geto’s out of breath, losing track of time as your spongey walls soaked him for all that he was worth.

“and you call me the brat,” you’d pant, leaning in to press a slovenly wet kiss against his jaw. you paused your hips, letting off a soft moan once you felt him overflow your cunt with a dump of his cum. geto’s the one glaring at you now, and then he stares at you once you kiss near his neck. “still finishing early like always.”

“hmph,” he pouts, not wanting to face reality that you’d have the one up on him. geto was so cute and pouty, beads of sweat racing down the sides of his forehead before he mumbles a pouty, “i’ll take you outside this car ‘n fuck you on the hood, don’t play with me.”

“do it.”

“my girl,” he slyly says.

𖬺 — SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“foolish woman. the nerve is beyond me,” sukuna growls.

his nostrils flair up, witnessing as you’re happily on your knees for him. not even the slightest bit scared. albeit, you were a bit irked that he pulled out his shaft only to make you—in his own words, ‘clean up your own mess.’ he’d snicker, watching your pout turn into a cute scowl before leaning in to bring a kiss towards the top part of his dick. “oh good. ya know exactly what to do. thought i was gonna have to lecture you.”

as your knees bury themselves into the ground, you take a brief look at the cursed shaft right in front of you.

you stared in awe for a moment, so lengthy. such a pretty swollen mushroom tip, just glistening with droplets of his seed that was just inside you nearly a moment ago. “shut up,” you’d loll out your tongue, tasting the bitterness that resided against his frenulum. “mhm.”

sukuna grunts, the vibrations you purposely made to make him feel bundles of nerves stir up inside. he grips onto the crown of your head before a side of his pearly white canines show.

“watch that mouth ‘n tend to your meal,” and his voice was raspy, a tad bit shaky. you could hear it in his voice how sensitive he still was. his recent release took quite a lot out of him—that much was a no brainer. sukuna had a near curve to him, length decorated with markings all over his skin.

you ran your tongue in each particular spot, staring at him the entire time before giggling. “teasin' whore. stop wastin' time ‘n get it wetter for me. spit.”

with a glare, you part your lips, spitting right on his tip before leisurely taking him into your mouth. again. he was just so thick, sweet girth included. “cute little pout ya got goin' on. what’s the matter? don’t like being told what to—do?”

you abruptly gag, feeling his tip prod against the very back of your throat. sukuna sneers, watching how much of a messy girl you already were for him. so sloppy, strands of spit were already starting to run down your chin and decorate your chest. you kept him so warm inside your mouth, swirling that pretty tongue of yours against the plump front part of his dick. that spot, it made him nearly give your hair a mean rough yank.

“s-shit,” he’d roughly breathe out, and once sukuna starts thrusting his hips into your mouth. you hold onto his clenched thighs, making an attempt to relax your jaw. you felt a vein that ran alongside his fat cock twitch alongside your tongue. he groans once he sees your eyes flutter. “this the only way to get you to s…stop talking back to me, princess? fuck your sloppy mouth until you’re drooling all over me, huh?”

being bratty, you give him a nod and he glares. his glowering gaze quickly turned to a caught off guard look and your tongue’s so playful, skimming all against his tip—sloppily having all kinds of strands of spit run down the crevices of your lips.

“my nasty girl,” he huffs, rolling his bright eyes at how easy you made him get so close again. his thighs started to ache, and he’s still got a firm grip on the crown of your head. “nasty. nasty. nasty,” he enunciates between each vigorous thrust into your mouth. he liked hearing your noises, gulp after gulp. cute lashes fluttering and all.

your spit paid a huge role, contributing to making him all slick — so filthy.

a glistening cobweb of your own lewd saliva trickled off your lips. sukuna grabs your chin, smearing it all over your lips before his own bottom lip quivers. he had a pout. sukuna ryomen was pouting all because of you. he wanted to kiss that bratty mouth, it irked him. you were so pretty, having your tight throat be stuffed like this.

“fuckkk,” he growls, feeling his thighs start to tremble. you always knew right when he was about to finish. his breathing with get irregular and his voice would be super deep and husky. thrusts against your face began incredibly sloppy while your lip gloss smeared all over your lips, ruined. “relax that fuckin’ jaw for me. gonna paint that throat white just how ya like it.”

not even long before he says that, sukuna ends up finishing again. you don’t even realize how soaked you were between your legs, cramped up fingers playing with yourself while your mouth was being salaciously occupied. a nice load coated the tip of your tongue—he pumps a good amount into your mouth, sweet sweet ropes of cursed cum.

“don’t fuckin’ swallow yet,” and you blink twice. sukuna pulls his throbbing now flaccid dick out of your mouth before getting down to your knee-level. “give me that kiss you owe me, brat,” and with a tug on your chin with one hand, you moaned, feeling sukuna sneak a rough yet somewhat passionate kiss.

he tastes the entire mess on your lips, not even being fazed before he pulls you away with a cute scowl. “did you enjoy the meal?” and he squeezes your spit-glossed lips together. you nod with cute puffed up cheeks before swallowing and he narrows his eyebrows, stroking your chin. “tch. good. because now i gotta clean you up. touchin’ yourself without asking me. bend the fuck over and face the other way. yeah.”

𖬺 — TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“soooo much back talk for a slutty arch like this,” toji grumbles. you steadily shudder, feeling him run fingers down the soft skin of your spine—you moan sweetly, gnawing on the bottom of your lip. “you claim you 'hate' me ‘n ya still get this pussy all soaked f'me without me havin' to say anything, baby?” as you spoke, you arched your back, slowly…

oh, you hated it, no…loath was probably a far more better word.

you loathed how easy it was. no matter what, toji had always found himself back in your bed—or vice versa, you in his. safe to say, he couldn’t get enough of you.

perhaps he had a bit of attachment towards you, or maybe the main thing was that he was infatuated with your sweet sopping wet pussy. “fuck you toji,” you huff out, feeling big rough hands grab your ass. he’s playing with the fabric of the string that ran down, taking in your curves before springing his weighty length out.

just feeling his fat cockhead. leaky and all…

casually smearing against your slick entrance, you felt yourself salivating shamelessly, puff after puff, the pants that departed from your lips were never ending.

“fuck you toji,” he mocks your tone, his raspy rough tone trying to pitch to yours—simply humiliating. “dumb words for a dumb little girl,” he snickers, and you gasp once he makes you scoot your ass up towards him. while your chest welts against the bed, you let off a whine once he gently starts to make his way in.

you took toji numerous times, a plethora of times, but it was as if every time was the first. toji was so thick, regardless of if he was barely in yet or fully, you always felt all of him—effortlessly expanding throughout your spongey walls like it was equivalent to an elastic band.

he was so mean and it always turned you on. the way he was the only one to memorize all your sensitive spots. he knew every inch of your body, the specific precise angle to hit with his dick to tear out those cute shrilling orgasmic whimpers from you. “just f-fuck me then. always take fuckin’ forever.”

“i’ll take as long as i want ‘n you’ll still get wet for me, whore,” he coos, burying his massive cock right into you. you couldn’t see him, but you could probably guess he was throwing his head back right about now. he loved that feeling, the salaciously delectable grip your pussy had on him, happily taking him in like it’s missed him — it did, and maybe you even missed him too. when toji’s mean, he’s fucking mean. he fucks mean, and his dialogue is always even meaner. “now be a good girl ‘n open up for me. missed my girl.”

plump lips of yours were all pretty and glossed, parted open with a little drool coming out. it was a sight. once toji’s dick figures out a sensual rhythm, you’re right back to where you started. his pace was simply mouthwatering. striking and snapping against you with such abrasiveness, you could barely keep up. toji’s stamina, it was never something to be taken light either. his hefty base taps near your ass again and again.

that makes you wet, just imagining how full he must be. “d-daddyyy,” you’d gasp out, basically being shoved right into your own mattress. your breathing was very much competitive — having an entire race with your irregular breathy pants. “f-fuck.”

“what’d you just call me, baby?” toji gruffs, and his voice was a deep low. the baritone that resided in his words had you pulsating. he cups your ass with two hands, moving it closer towards him to get a deeper and thorough angle before he sneers at your cute whimpers.

“s-said toji,” you’d whine, dragging out your words. your sweet words were all unsteady and bumpy all due to his thrusts against you. you were bouncing back and forth, mimicking his tempo.

toji sneers. “nuh uhhh,” and then he brings a hand towards the curvature part of your neck, stubby fingers stroking against your skin. “don’t lie to me. tell me what ya said originally,” and then you feel his hips pivot. toji’s dick prods against that spot, his curve brushing past your walls and you moan out. “orrrr do i gotta make this sloppy pussy tell me instead?”

you whine, feeling him bring a sharp sting to your ass. he loved giving you a spank or two, dragging out those sweet whimper from your mouth left and right. your cunt throbbed whenever his palm made contact with your ass cheek and you finally sputter out a, “daddy. called you daddy, toji.”

“yeah. you fuckin’ did girl,” he grunts, his voice was so pitched. such rude hips of his, no manners whatsoever . . snapping right into you, it was so good.

his full balls, hefty and all pressed up against your entrance, you’re in a trance. profusely drooling for him to fill you up, everywhere. leave your sweet hole dripping with nothing but his sticky cum. toji titters, seeing how you were trying to keep up with his pace. you failed miserably though.

despite that though, toji doesn’t realize how good he’s fucking you because not even moments later, he hears the wood of the headboard split. your ears twitch upon instinct, and you sort of sink further into the mattress. his bummy weight smacked right into you from behind.

“whoopsie daisy,” he shrugs, pausing for a moment. toji realizes the bed—well, your bed was now broken. with a sly grin, he makes you lean forward before pulling out to smear his leaky tip over your entrance. you whined, feeling yourself so close before he just departs. “fun time’s fuckin’ over,” and then he spanks your ass for probably the countless time, getting off of you. “mhm. my bad, doll. i’ll throw ya some cash for a new box spring the next time i see ya.”

no he won’t.

𖬺 — SATORU GOJO.

he’d come home pissed off, probably from losing a battle and he’s so annoyed. gojo isn’t used to losing, and he’d rather not talk to you about it in full detail. at least not yet.

“hey baby. was work okay?”

“princess, i need you.”

his voice was richly raspy, gojo sounded kind of needy. you stared at him, and his hair was all ruffled and tangled—a bit of his clothes had a few battling rips and spreads.

he needed you badly. his eyes roaming across your pretty physique only made things far more intense. that sundress you wore, it showed off your curves and he just only then imagined it being torn off of you. “i-i’m so annoyed, but i’ve been thinkin' about you all day…. ‘m kinda hard too.”

“come here then, baby.”

those simple four words that came from your mouth—all it took for him to go straight feral.

within seconds, he didn’t waste no time to press his hot lips onto yours.

gojo was aching, just the way your hands roamed all on his clothes made him shiver. you were the one who started to shiver next, the moment he’s got you laid flat on your back in a simple mating press.

“f—fuck,” he’d groan, and you can’t help but be so noisy. the way he’s jackhammering his thickset cock in and out of you. squelch after squelch, your legs just mindlessly sway and droop over him before you whimper. that’s when you feel gojo dip his hips even further into you. his rhythm, it had your head spinning, mind racing. it was indescribable, your pussy coated his entire length with nothing but your satiny glossy slick. “look at me,” he grumps out. you nearly throb, seeing him get all close up to your face. he’s heavily panting, heaving whilst pretty cerulean eyes stare right back at you. intently.

he was balls deep, his thrusts became extremely vulgar. soft white clouds of breath run past his lips before he grabs underneath your chin.

“damn. ‘s all her fuckin' fault,” he grouses cutely. a near pout then spreads onto his lips. you furrow an eyebrow—confused by what he meant as 'her' before with a free hand, he grabs onto your ankle. his eyes avert towards your sloppy pussy before grunting. “been thinkin’ about this pussy all day. think that’s why i lost, princess,” and his breathing was so hitched, driving such merciless thrusts into you. “got me s-so damn distracted. all ‘cause of a pussy this wet.”

“i’m the reason you lost?” you moan with a sly smile pressing against your lips. gojo’s still maintaining a grip on your chin, he then intakes a sharp breath—only then deepening his jagged thrusts against your entrance. “tell me more baby.”

he’s so careless, such vigorous thwacks going back and forth against you. it gives you whiplash. eyes nearly crosses and tasting your own sweetened saliva salivate inside of your mouth, you return his eye contact. he fucks you like he hates you—when in reality, he loves you more than an anything.

“mhm. right when i was about to get the job done, started thinkin about….about…fillin' you up,” and he swallows thickly at the thought, envisioning the entire thing in his mind. you whimper once he grabs ahold of your ankle, you’re jerking against the sofa with the stupidest expression. “stuffin' you full ‘n then plugging it back in when it spills. was so pissed when i realized i was daydreaming.”

just saying it aloud makes him palpitate. it was an ongoing race with his heart, beating quickly as he gave you such rugged hits against your entrance. your legs, oh how he loved the way they’d just jangle right beside his face. gojo found himself creating soft bike marks near your ankle, groaning out a, “you make it s-so hard to be mad at you,”and gojo’s voice cutely cracksz he can’t help but lean right into you the moment he feels in self grow full to the upmost extreme. he had so much to give you, his kisses—now they were sloppy.

as he’s plummeting solid lengthy inches in and out of your cunt that forevermore gripped him, gojo leans in to kiss you. he whines the moment you kiss back, feeling your legs lock around his slim waist, the heel of your foot skims against all of his forbidden battle scars. he was so sensitive there, he tasted sweet. enchanting.

“mine,” he groans, slowing his hips down briefly before reaching a hand down towards your tummy. his hips stutter before that’s right when he came, licking the side of your mouth before panting once he poured deep ropes of cum inside of you. “s—so pretty like this,” and his hand roams near your belly, so soft and tender. he pulls out just to stare at the pretty ring you had that coats around the base of his dick. a rich sheeny color, he licks his lips before pressing another wet kiss against your mouth. “you’d look so much prettier with a round belly. wanna give you a baby or two,” and then he moans once he feels your legs lock around his waist even tighten. “if—if you’d let me, pretty girl.”

[sweeterthancandy]

sam!! my love

thinking about stanford!sam… studying with him, but its more hes studying and your staring at him just wanting to get dicked down

moral of the story sam cant say no to you and finally lets you have him

same vibe as like teasing under the desk in a meeting

oh youre a fucking genius thank you so much for this image

sugar

warnings: afab!reader, nerdyyyy flustered sammy, almost sucking him off?, spit stuff kinda, size kink if you squint, riding, lots of petnames, reader is a big tease

wc: 1k - nsfw content below the cut 🍭

sam was never the most popular guy at school, he was just another lanky, sarcastic, and awkward nerd. always studying and prepping for you dont even know what, always just kinda sitting in the back of the class listening intently.

and that just made you want him more.

so thats how you ended up in his dorm, watching your boyfriends expressions change with each problem on the page. god the way his huge hands twitch along the paper, the veins in his forearm popping as he grips the pencil tighter, his neck-

“you paying attention?” he spoke sounding almost disappointed as he catches you drifting off. “uhhhhhhhh…. ok sammy im sorry” you fold instantly not being able to lie to him. “seriously.” he shakes his head and looks back at the paper.

“its just you look so good right now.. i need you baby” your voice got quieter as your sentence went on. hes choosing to ignore your cries, not out of malice but out if pure commitment to his studies, “pleaseee” you whine out shuffling in your chair, pressing your thighs together just trying to get any friction you could.

“this is really important” he mutters to you, not even raising his chin. the look of determination in his eyes, hes soooo fucking smart and you love it, you love being able to just turn your brain off around him.

ok its all just becoming too much you need to do something.

thats how you found yourself lowering yourself to the ground to rest on your knees, your sharp nails run across his thighs as you lick you lips in preparation. “uhh..what-what are you doing” hes flustered.

“just keep working baby just wanna-“ all you can do is look at him with big begging eyes for only a few seconds before they move down to the bulge in his baggy jeans, fingers going to play at his belt, “wanna take your big, big c-“

“ohhhh-haha-no ok no jokes over get up now..” he pants out, wheeling his chair away for a moment. you could tell this was getting him riled up, his eyes filled with sheer lust at seeing you like this all for him.

“you dont wanna be in my mouth, sammy?” you look down with a pout, slowly standing up, peeling off your tight tshirt in the process. his jaw is agape as he leans back in his chair just watching you.

“you dont wanna feel all of me- see all of me?” your fumble with the button of your shorts before letting them slip down off your ankles.

you walk towards him like a panther to its prey, “you dont want that?” you whisper as you hover above him. as you look down you see his bulge has grown to a stiffer, tighter point. “please” is all it took for him to say before you ripped him up from his seat and throw him onto the bed.

straddling almost instantly leaving sloppy kisses all over his face, “of course i want that sweetheart- i just- get busy - you know that” he rushes out between kisses. “mhm” you buzz uninterested as your hands find their way to his belt again, “take you shirt off.” you say with urgency.

pulling it off his head with no problem he throws it to the corner of his room, where hed eventually lose this shirt due to the lack of care. you finally get to his zipper just begging to feel him, your fingers dip into his boxers and pull him out entirely.

“shit-there it is” you moan softly with dark eyes, “ohh god ok-“ sam whimpers as you hold him in gently in your hand, beginning to stroke him up and down as you move off of him to let your mouth hover above it.

his hands come to your hair, bringing it together to hold it all in a tight fist, “mmmgod shit” the curses leave his lips just as yours leave sweet kisses to his tip.

you moan as you lick all the way up his dick, letting all your saliva drip out the corner of your mouth wanting, needing to make a mess all over him. you lower your mouth onto him slowly sucking a few inches, just enough to tease before pulling your mouth off with a pop.

“god i cant fucking take this-get up here” he throws his head back with a moan as he yanks your head up before releasing you completely just to grab your hips to straddle him.

“what’re you do-mm“ before you could even think your panties are pushed to the side and hes sliding you down onto him with loud noises coming from the both of you. he bottoms himself out making you feel complete and so so good.

with urgency now he starts pumping himself up into you with ease as he hold your hips steady above him, “fuck me s’good-“ your eyes roll back as the sensation takes over, you cant believe this is how sam winchester is in bed, quiet, awkward, smart sammy.

after awhile of him helping you out as his chest gets mauled, meaning you scratched the living shit out of it, you start to bounce on him at what seems the fastest you ever have.

“s’close-s’close-dont ever stop-so fuckin’ tight” sam likes to ramble when hes close, he gets all nervous and blushed, his hands grip onto your tits just a little tighter. “yeah? want me to fuck you harder?” an audible whine leaves his lips, so that means yes.

your ass slaps against his hips with a loud slap over and over and over and “ohgod-agh fuck fuck” you squeal at the white hot sensation you gave into. “cum baby im cumming i am i am-“ the sound of your noises and the raw flesh slapping against each other were obscene.

pants were all you heard as you came down never getting off of him just grounding yourself until you saw him smirk and rub gentle circles on your hip. “you wanna get food?”

i hope this wasnt toooo self indulgent this was the best ask everrrr thank so so much!!!

[meteorella]

Nerdgasmic Rhapsody

pairings: loser!dom!ellie x popular!sub!reader

cw: flufff!! ellie's an absolute cutie pie. cursing (obv), oral! (r receiving), tribbing (maybe?), nipple play, after caree!!, pet names: sweetheart, baby, princess, that's all i think!

wc: 511

a/n: (intentional lowercase!!!) first ever ficcc omg🥹 i have never ever in my life written a fanfic before so pleaseee don't judge and also feel free to point out some mistakes and stuff!! I take criticisms as i'm sure it'll help me a lot throughout my writing journey :))) can't promise I'll post consistently considering I'm insanely dumped with school works but I'll definitely find time to do so. anyways i hope u guys enjoy this one!! Feel free to hit me w some ideaaasss :3

after you had made it official with the biggest dork on campus—ellie—people would randomly come up to you in the hallways and tease you, not believing how sweet she actually is. after all of your previous relationships, ellie is the only one who genuinely cared for you. despite her shy and nerdy demeanor, she's really fun to hang out with. she'd continuously yap about space, the comic books she's read—savage starlight—and drop all of its lore to you. the whole fucking lore. although you hardly cared. she was too adorable. most of the time, you would find yourself just looking at her sparkling green eyes, topped by her matte, black glasses, her hand gestures, and the soft smile plastered on her lips while she speaks. she's even more beautiful up close. how could others not see that? whilst ellie can be a total cutie pie, you cant deny how fucking insane she can be in bed.

when eating you out, she'd flick her tongue out relentlessly on your leaking hole. firmly gripping on to your thighs, she already knows your next motive. "nuh-uh, sweetheart. keep them open for me." she shoots you a knowing glare before diving back into your drenched core, keeping eye contact all the while. her gaze roamed over your appearance, hair disheveled, eyes rolled back, and completely fucked out. "s-sorry, baby–fuck." you moaned as you clutched onto her dino-printed sheets. so fucking cute. after you'd climaxed for the 3rd time, she'd climb on top of you and slip her tongue down your throat, allowing you to taste yourself as she grinded her own throbbing cunt against yours. your soaking wet pussies rubbing, and creating the most delicious rhythm together. she absolutely loved your boobs. she adored how it just bounces up and down as she rolled her hips above you. she took your nipple in between her thumb and her index finger and pinched them, making you flinch at the feeling. her glasses were all fogged up and crooked, but she couldn't care less. she was too engrossed on drawing out more of those angelic sounds that slips past your lips as she pleases you. "doing s–so good f'me, princess... fuck–so hot." when you had both finally reached your peak, she'd lean down and gently clean up all your juices from between your thighs with her tongue.

she gives absolutely the best aftercare imaginable. the routine would start with cleaning you up with a wet towel, swiping it's soft material across your face, your breasts, your legs, your inner thighs—she had always taken care of you in the most tender and loving way. she loved hearing your soft, exhausted sighs of relief, as you watch her with a smile on your face all while savoring the chocolate she so graciously offered you. after ellie finishes cleaning you up, she would settle beside you, enveloping you in her arms as she wrapped them around your waist. her lips showering your neck with gentle kisses as she whispered heartfelt words of affection. "i'm going to marry you one day."

YAAALLLL OMG I HOPE THIS DIDN'T SUCK TOO HARD😣😣😣🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 i hope u guys enjoyed this one, i really enjoyed writing thisss!!

tags: @ellstronaut

dividers: @khaer @plutism

[tac-the-unseen]

how slasher reacts that s/o is rude and hot-tempered with everyone but with him he becomes sweet and kind ?? (pleaseee do Tommy)

Slashers x Rude Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Honestly whatever

•He thinks it's a little funny when you're sassy or bitchy with people

•He chill with almost whatever you do

•Loves feeling like He's the only person in your world (He's toxic like that)

•giving only him your affection sends every happy chemical to his brain

•No matter what your relationship, He wants to be the only one

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•You give these boys whiplash

•One second you're yelling at somebody, and the next you're giggling and laughing with them

•However watching you blow up at a guy for flirting with you is enough to make them stay

•If you're also a Ghostface, they're putting you on phone duty. They love your sassy one-liners

•They both back you up all the time, whether you're wrong or right

•these boys are real ride or dies (You did watch the movie right?)

Thomas Hewitt:

•Confused

•He has no idea how you can switch up so fast

•He loves how kind you are to him, But watching you be mean to everybody else makes his head spin

•On one hand he loves being around you, and you are truly his best friend. On the other, he doesn't know How you even became friends in the first place at times

•Your smile is enough to remind him though

•But he also knows that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, So he's double protective

Bubba Sawyer:

•Another case of whiplash

•But at least you get to stand up and fit in with his brothers

•they're the rudest people he knows, So at least he knows that you're truly part of the family

•And someone has to tell the cashier he ordered no pickles, And it's not going to be him

•Loves seeing your ‘soft’ side (It makes him feel special and trusted)

Bo Sinclair:

•Loves it

•Couldn’t be more proud

•Watching you snap at travelers is enough to put hearts in his eyes

•He cheers you on while you verbally brawl with others

•Sometimes wishes you're that bitchy with him (But then he remembers all the people you made cry, and prefers not to be on that receiving end)

Vincent Sinclair:

•A little unsettled by the deja vu he gets

•You remind him so much of his brother that it bothers him to a degree

•Then you're so sweet to him and he forgets that feeling for a while

•However he will have a mini crisis by how many rude people are in his life….or were

•Asks you to try and be a little nicer to people, while also giving you permission to have screaming matches with Bo (You leave poor Lester out of it!)

Lester Sinclair:

•He kind of needs someone to stand up for him

•someone has to set his brother's straight, and it sure ain't going to be him

•views you like a guard dog

•He's so grateful for it too

•Tries to repay you by taking you the scenic routes if you tag along with him for work

Billy Lenz:

•Whenever he's fed up he hands you the phone line

•Another slasher that cheers you on

•Scream at the sorority girls all you want, no matter what he'll be behind you with imaginary pom-poms

•And when you turn around and look at him with affection, it makes him melt

•Will be snuggled up to your mid section with you curse a bitch out

•If you literally weren't the only person in his life, you'd be a little concerned that you are his comfort person

Brahms Heelshire:

•as long as you're not rude to him, whatever

•kind of loves it, but will not admit it

•It makes him less prone to jump out and grab people

•Will still snatch a hoe if needed, but he loves to watch you take care of ‘pests’

•Sassing the grocery Boy is a sure way to get Brahms to do whatever you want

•It just makes him feel secure, heard, and understood

Hannibal Lecter:

•Be honest with yourself

•You do not have Will Graham privileges

•You're going in the soup

•om nom nom nom 😋

Will Graham:

•another case of: whatever don't care

•(Not) The rudest couple in town

•You've both mastered the “Bitch Please” Look

•Hannibal tries telling Will that you are bad influence, Will doesn't listen and does not care

•you're as sweetest can be to him and feed his puppies, that is enough for him

The Lost Boys:

•You fit right in

•What other possible qualifications would you need to have to join the residential sassy vampire biker club??

•Watching you curse out a clumsy Tourist makes their day

•David Loves to stand back and watch you ruin a sleazy dudes day

•Dwayne tries to reel you in when you go to far, but will mostly let you do your thing

•Paul and Marko Are your personal cheerleaders through and through! Right or wrong!

•But walking around the boardwalk, terrorizing tourists, spending time together in the cave, and overall spending time with them Really solidifies your place in the gang!

Thanks for Reading!

[kissbyoon]

⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“embraced in love.” ₍ y.jh ₎

───── ABOUT all of the ways in which Jeonghan shows his love for you.

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, slice of life, humour, comfort, angst ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf!jeonghan x gn!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: skinship, kissing, petnames (baby, love), non proofread ⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 3.5k in total

A/N: for my precious lovie @hanniescookie !!! IM SO SORRY FOR KEEPING U WAITING THIS TOOK TOO LONG HOLY SHIT 🙏🏻 but ily pookie, this is a gift for u for existing ◠‿◠

ೀ PHYSICAL TOUCH

Jeonghan has never been the one to show his love through physical touch. While he believes that small touches like hand in hand, a few pecks here and there to let you know that he is there, and a warm hug at the end of the day is romantic enough, he always takes a step forward just for you and hugs you every chance he gets, cups your cheeks out of nowhere to kiss you and run away with a mischievous giggle. Because he is aware of the fact that physical touch matters to you, alot.

“Ew, that ghost’s ugly,” Jeonghan remarks with a scowl, making you giggle.

“When did my Jeonghan become so mean?” You tease, and he scoots closer to you, wrapping his arms around yours, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Ever since I started dating you,” he responds. You furrow your eyebrows in amusement, glancing down at him as his eyes stay fixed on the TV.

“And why exactly?”

Jeonghan raises his gaze with a giddy expression, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “Since I can't fight, I gotta use my words, y’know?”

You caught what he meant, but you had to see how he’d word it. “But who are you gonna fight anyway?”

“People who want you,” he says, straightening his posture and staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But you're already mine, unfortunately,”

Bursting out laughing, you lightly smack him in the shoulder as he slumped on the couch further with a giggle.

But amidst all these moments, you fail to catch how Jeonghan is clinging to you somehow. For example, just now—during the playful and light-hearted moment, one of Jeonghan’s arms was circling yours with the other one playing with your hand.

You didn't notice it, again. Maybe it was the way he's so slick and smooth with it, or the way it made you feel so comfortable when his gentle hand held yours because you adored having the one you love nearby.

ೀ QUALITY TIME

Spending time with someone is Jeonghan’s favourite way to show his love for them. Especially with you, he is ready to drop everything just so he could enjoy a peaceful moment with you. Whether it's just being in the same room while doing your own work, or wrapped in each other's embrace—being in each other’s presence was more than enough.

A few hours had passed since you and Jeonghan got on the bed to sleep—with him laying on his back, and your head resting on his stomach as you stared up at the ceiling while he ran his fingers through your hair. There was a comfortable silence between you two, and both of you knew that neither of you were sleeping anytime soon.

“I'm hungry,” Jeonghan broke the silence in a soft voice, careful not to startle you.

“You’re hungry?” You repeated, lifting yourself up by the help of your elbow to look at him. Jeonghan nodded, his lips jutting out in a pout as he rested a hand on his stomach.

Suddenly, Jeonghan sat up, a grin spreading across his face. “Ramen.”

“Huh?”

“We should have a ramen party,” he says, eyes sparkling with mischief as he reaches out to hold your hands.

“Hannie, it's 2 in the morning…” you chortled, observing Jeonghan as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Pretty pleaseee,” he whined, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

How does he always get what he wants?

Sighing, you squint your eyes at Jeonghan, placing your hands over his. “Fine, just for today.”

He broke into a giddy mess, immediately jumping off the bed to follow you to the kitchen.

Whether it was just cooking ramen at 2am, you knew deep down that it was Jeonghan’s way of spending time with you. But nevertheless, you're always grateful for someone who looks forward to doing the littlest and silliest things with you.

ೀ ACTS OF SERVICE

Jeonghan had always wanted to be someone on whom his loved ones can rely on. Someone whose presence is calming, gentle and comforting. And ever since he has met you, it's as if his dreams are coming to life. He loves it when you let him do things for you—be it tying your shoelaces, folding up your jeans when you're at the beach, wiping the corner of your mouth after you're done eating, taking care of you, and many other things you can mention. He is just so grateful that you let him show his love for you in small or big gestures.

It's not like you aren't capable of doing your work.

But sometimes and some days, you just want to return to your apartment after an exhausting day at work and go to sleep without doing any chores. The best example could be today—you’ve had enough of work, and it was frustrating you so much that you'd had to return to your apartment just to see everything scattered around and messy.

With a long sigh, you twist the door key and step inside. You glance towards the living room, eyes widening slowly as you take in the view—everything neat and sorted out, the floor shining clean and not a single thing scattered away.

That's not how you remember leaving your apartment this morning.

It should've been obvious enough, but you still decide to take a look around, leaving your bag on the table beside the front door. The more you walk into the apartment, the more you gasp because each and every corner is clean.

Finally, you enter your bedroom. And as expected, it was spotless with freshly cleaned bedsheets.

As soon as you stepped inside, a familiar smell filled your nose. Then it hit you—it was the scent that Jeonghan always wore, and also your favourite.

Without a doubt, your lovely boyfriend Jeonghan had sneaked in and cleaned the entire apartment. You don't know what you'd do right now if you saw him—kiss him, hug him to death or start babying him.

But the question is, where is he?

Suddenly, the shower switched on—the gentle sound of water tapping against the floor coming from the bathroom filled the silence. Then it stopped, and the bathroom door slid open, revealing Jeonghan in his casual t-shirt and pants with a towel in his hand that patted his damp hair.

There he was.

Before he could even notice your presence, you ran in his direction, throwing your arms around his neck as he yelped in surprise.

“I love you, I love you, I love you sooo much!” Your voice came out muffled as you buried your face in his shoulder. Jeonghan slowly processed everything, face lighting up with a huge grin and his arms encircled your waist.

“Hm? What did you say?” He teased, his body instinctively leaning forward so you could comfortably hug him.

You let out a giggle. He always feels the need to lighten up the mood even though it already is.

“You heard me,” you say, closing your eyes as Jeonghan’s warmth engulfed you. He gently patted your back, rocking you back and forth like a baby.

“Let me hear it again,” he urged in a playful voice.

“No,” you refused, gently poking the side of his waist.

He winced, and you laughed while he tightened his grip around you with a pout. “I feel so unloved these days,” he dramatically sighed, burying his face in your neck and intentionally jutting his lips out in a pout to poke your skin.

“Alright, alright, stop putting on a show.” You lightly hit his shoulder, leaning back to grab the towel from his hands. Reaching out to place the towel on top of his head, you squish his cheeks.

“I love you~” You sing-songed, earning a shy giggle from Jeonghan.

“Me too~” He imitated your tone, adorably leaning down to hide his face on your shoulder. However, his grin dropped when you moved away, causing him to almost fall on the floor.

“You don't even bother to say it back,” you dramatically rolled your eyes, turning away to storm out of the room, leaving a panicked and dumbfounded Jeonghan behind.

“Baby! I love you, I love you!” He repeated, running after you as he threw his arms around your torso, trying to stop you from walking away.

Your exhaustion from work was long forgotten, replaced by the playful and sweet moment between you and the love of your life, Jeonghan. It's the way he doesn't think twice before doing something for you, if he knows it’ll make you happy, he'll do it.

Even if it meant cleaning an entire apartment—for you, he would.

ೀ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

While Jeonghan believes that actions speak much louder than words, it doesn't lessen the importance of it. And so, as much as he shows his love for you, he makes sure that you hear it too. Even if it's during arguments, he wants you to know—it doesn't change the fact that he loves you. And always will.

The silence was a usual thing when you entered your apartment. But the only thing that wasn't usual was the fact that it felt so oddly suffocating.

Like it was laughing at you for being sensitive. Like it was blaming you for everything.

You’ve already had another exhausting day at work, and coming home to this feeling made you want to sit down, question everything and cry yourself to sleep. And you've figured out—that’s exactly what you're going to do.

You throw your bag on the couch, but it slips and falls to the ground. Staring at it, you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to start falling at any moment. You plop down on the floor, not bothering to take off your coat that was overheating for you. Even in the late winter.

A few minutes pass, and you just stare at the ceiling until your drowsiness takes over. Slowly, you close your eyes, feeling it burn slightly—but you ignore it, finally letting yourself sleep.

It had been a day since Jeonghan talked to you. Each message he sent to you to reach out, was left on delivered—making him feel worse than before.

The thought of you getting hurt because of him over a miscommunication was unacceptable. He loved you too much for that to happen. He knew it was his fault too, for not sorting out things like he always does.

Maybe, you needed space. Maybe you didn't want to see him right now. But he wasn't going to let you sleep with a heavy heart, with unspoken words. He wanted to be your safe space because you were his.

What went so wrong that neither of you are in each other’s embrace right now? Whispering apologies like both of you always do even after the biggest arguments?

Did he lose you?

Finally letting out the breath he held in for so long, his hand reached out to knock on your apartment door.

It was a cool, breezy night. Not the kind of weather you'd want to experience in a situation like this.

Jeonghan knocked once, twice, and then thrice. And when you didn't open the door, he sighed to himself.

“Baby,” he gulped down the nervousness threatening to take over him. “Let's talk, please.”

A few minutes pass. The same silence lingered and felt a bit more suffocating for him. His hand slowly reached out to grab the door knob—finding it already unlocked.

His heart dropped.

Without wasting a second, he barged into your apartment. “Y/n!—” as he ran to the living room, his voice trailed off, eyes softening when he found you curled up beside the couch, on the floor.

He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze dropping to the bag beside you. From the way your coat was still wrapped around you like a mess, he could tell you've had an exhausting day.

He stared at you—with the same loving expression, but this time, with a hint of sadness.

Slowly, he made his way, sitting down beside you. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, reaching out to gently push away the hair strands falling on your face.

Your eyes twitched at the sensation. As you slowly opened them, your gaze locked on Jeonghan—who was sitting beside you, with a soft expression on his face. He seemed tired too, with those heavy eyes and light dark circles.

“Hannie…” you muttered, tears starting to roll down your already tear-stained cheeks. You thought you'd have alot of things to say when you see him the next time. You thought you'd give him ‘what he deserves’ even though you're fully aware he wasn't completely at fault.

But when you do see him, your heart always wins over your mind. Your eyes soften at the sight of the love of your life.

“Shh, it's okay,” his voice was gentle just like before. Nothing changed. He reached out to cup your cheeks, his thumb wiping away your tears.

“I'm so sorry,” you choked out, feeling yourself getting weaker and weaker. Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him. “We'll talk tomorrow, okay? You're too tired for this, love, please just let me stay beside you.”

Allowing yourself to relax against him, you closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing—his gentle pats on your back helping you. You registered his words, and realized that he was right.

You were too tired to do anything right now. Too tired to even cry.

The room filled with silence, only the sound of your gentle breathing audible. And just when you thought you were falling asleep, Jeonghan quietly and softly whispered.

“I love you. You know that, right?”

You momentarily paused, feeling all the negative emotions leave your mind. His words were something you both exchanged every day, but in situations like this, it meant so much more. The reassurance, the gentleness—everything you thought you had lost.

“And I always will.” He added.

Jeonghan leaned down to place a soft peck on the crown of your head, lips curving into a small smile when he realised you were in his arms. He was finally here with you, and you weren't alone.

When the silence filled your apartment again, you realised it didn't feel suffocating anymore. It didn't feel like it was laughing at you for being sensitive, like it was blaming you for everything. It was comfortable, peaceful and reassuring on its own.

And even if you were sensitive or overly emotional—Jeonghan believes he can be the one you can lean on and cry.

ೀ GIFT GIVING

Gifts are the best way to show your dedication and care. Jeonghan isn't the best when it comes to choosing gifts, but he knows he has great taste! But one thing that always prevents him from actually surprising you, is the fact that you are like a detective. No matter where he hides it, or how hard he tries to hide it—you already know somehow. But this time, he mastered the art of gifts and surprises.

“Happy ending!”

It was a perfect evening. The sky lit up with firecrackers, sounds of champagne glasses clinking, a fancy and rich atmosphere—and most importantly, Jeonghan was here with you.

Your highschool had arranged a reunion for all the students that had graduated, which included you and Jeonghan. All of you had talked and talked the entire evening, exchanging numbers and planning out a hangout for next weekend.

It felt like a dream to meet every one of your classmates again, and all the memories flooded back into your mind.

Remembering that it was because of the same high school, that you had met Yoon Jeonghan. It was the same high school where you've had so many memories with everyone, especially with Jeonghan. The high school because of which you and Jeonghan are together, safe and happy.

Everyone had already left the party, except for you and Jeonghan because you both insisted on helping to clean up.

As you stood on the balcony, admiring the gorgeous view outside—a hand sneaked around your waist.

“What's my beautiful girl up to?” He rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent. You smiled, turning your head to peck his cheek.

“Look, doesn't it feel so dreamy?” You asked in a soft voice, turning away to stare at the sky. His gaze lingered on you before he followed yours.

“Hmm… honestly not that impressive.” He remarked, causing you to look at him with a frown.

“Does nothing entertain you, Mr. Yoon?” You bit back a smile.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You should've asked me ‘why', and I'd have the perfect answer.”

You tilted your head, contemplating whether or not to ask away. “Why is it not impressive?”

Jeonghan's ears perked up, and it didn't go unnoticed by you. His lips curved into a smirk, eyes glinting with something mischievous but gentle.

“Because…” he gently turned you around to face him. Your hands reached out to rest on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around your waist. “I've seen something much more impressive and mind-blowing years before.”

You stared at him with a curious look, waiting for him to continue.

“Your beauty.” He leaned down, pecking the tip of your nose. You throw your head back, letting out a laugh as Jeonghan did too.

Finally calming down, you reach over to pinch his cheeks. “When did you get so cheesy?” You giggled, and as he was about to respond—

“Ah, I know,” you interrupted. “Since you've started dating me.”

Jeonghan's eyes widened in amusement as his body vibrated with laughter. “You've memorized each one of my replies,” he chuckled. “I think I'll have to step up my game now.”

“Never.”

“Never? You think I can't step up my game?”

“Nope!” You shook your head.

Jeonghan sighed dramatically, reaching out to take something from his pocket. “It's time to prove myself.” He says, making you confused. He pulled out both of his hands from his pocket in fists as he turned his gaze on you.

“What do you think is in my hands?” He asked, his face painted with amusement at the sight of your confused self.

“I don't know…” You mutter, your gaze shifting from one fist to another.

“Okay, I'll make this easy for you, baby.” He says, gradually opening his fists. And when you took a closer look—both of his hands had a ring. But one of them was a paper ring, and the other was… a real one.

With a shining diamond just in the center, it was so majestic. Just like the one you had dreamt of as a kid—a prince charming offering a ring just like this to you.

And today, it was becoming a reality. Not only the ring, but the prince of your dreams too.

Jeonghan closely scanned your expression, feeling himself getting nervous. You stared at the diamond ring with widened eyes, tears threatening to spill. Jeonghan's eyes softened, and he finally knew it was the right timing.

The right timing to be yours forever.

“Which one do you choose, my love?” His voice was soft, delicate and barely above a whisper, like it was only meant to be heard by you. Your eyes were fixed on the ring, and your mind went blank.

Jeonghan stayed silent, observing you with a smile. He was patient, but when you couldn't answer because of the overwhelming rush of emotions, he took his hand that had the paper ring away and put it back in his pocket.

“I'm guessing this one.” He looked at you as you finally lifted your gaze to look at him. As soon as your eyes locked, his lips curled into a bright smile.

Slowly, he crouched down to one knee—and that's when the tears started to roll down from your cheeks uncontrollably.

“Everybody has a goal in their life, and I do too. One of them is being yours forever.”

You covered your face with your hands, closing your eyes tightly, mentally preparing yourself for the next words.

“Will you marry me?”

Your face lights up with a grin as you stare at him with tearful eyes. You step forward and put your hands on his shoulder, gesturing for him to stand up. And when he does, you throw your arms around his neck, crying out loud like a child.

“I'll marry the heck out of you!”

Jeonghan felt his eyes welling up with tears, so he closed it and hugged you tightly. He laughed at your words, finding you absolutely cute.

“You will?”

“I will.” You choked out, sobbing.

He gently patted your back, trying to soothe you down. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Although this wasn't a gift, but more like a confession, you think this is the best gift you've ever received. And the best gift Jeonghan has managed to give you without being caught.

Every love story doesn't have a happy ending. You wondered if that'll be the case for you too. But ever since you realised Jeonghan is the one for you, you've never doubted the fact that you'll have a happy ending.

This is it—your very own happy ending with the one you dreamt of spending your entire life with.

KISSBYOON 2025. all rights reserved @kstrucknet. ღ

[withlovemark]

2:42

warnings: smut, cockwarming, rough sex

your boyfriend mark! was looking way too fuckable in his tiny white short-shorts but he has set his rule. you absolutely can not disturb him while he was working.

but fuck you can’t help it, not when he’s a couple feet away from you and every click of his tongue and sighs that escape his lips are sending tingles straight down your core...maybe just this once?

“baby…,” you whisper in his ear, hugging him from behind. “hmm?,” he asks, oblivious to the sudden change in your demeanor. “why don’t you take a break?,” he sighs, “i can’t baby, i gotta finish at least two songs today,” “but i need you,” you confess quietly and he can’t help but lovingly shake his head at your behavior, “later, okay?,” he says. shutting you up with a gentle kiss.

it didn’t help.

“can i just…sit on it?,” “huh?” “pleaseee, i promise i won’t move, just need to feel you,” you whine and god, as strong as he is, he is not that strong. not when his pretty girl is begging. “okay,” he agrees.

he watched you pump him a couple times, trying to hold back his moans, the warmth of your hands already sending him into a frenzy, before you properly situated yourself on him. the inital entrance making you both groan in pleasure, “fuckkk baby, you’re so wet,” he grunts, trying to keep his composure, “told you i need youu,” you soflty whine against his ear.

mark rocks into you once before you stop him, eyes bewildered, “nu-uh markie, aren’t you supposed to be working?,” you pout, innocently teasing him and he knew he fucked up. this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up and so fucking warm and he is so turned on.

but mark has rules and he can’t break it.

“right,” he gulps, turning his attention back to his computer as you laid your head against his chest, making yourself comfortable. he tries not to focus on how good you feel around him but you can feel it with the way he was getting harder every second, making your pussy clench.

“fuuck, baby,” he groans, “that’s not fair, you said you wouldn’t move,” he whines, causing you to giggle. “i didn’t move, you’re the one moving inside me, my body just reacted to yours,” you tease.

his ears are bright red now as he breathes in slowly, trying so hard to stay in control. you bite back your giggles as he shakes his head, turning his attention back to his computer once more.

for a couple minutes he was doing fine, he actually felt a little more inspired and besides the light snores beside him and his rock hard boner that was currently inside you, he has gotten pretty good at ignoring your presence.

and then he dropped his stupid fucking pen…causing him to jolt forward, reaching out for it. the sudden motion elicits a moan from your lips and the friction the movement made was enough for mark to lose his shit. he did last almost an hour.

“fuck it,” he groans, slamming his laptop shut.

rules were meant to be broken.

he harshly rocks into you again, waking you up from your light slumber, “mark?,” “you just couldn’t wait can't you…just had to be a greedy little slut” he grunts, the comment sending tingles all throughout your body, pussy clenching tightly around his cock.

the pent up tension has gotten to his brain as he grabs your face, connecting his lips upon yours, tongue’s battling, swallowing every moan that you make.

you have won.

“y-yes markie, only for you,” you whine, a small smile on your lips, rocking your hips against his cock.

“faster, markie,” you whine. he pushes you off, making you stand before turning you around and pushing you down his table, ass up. he wastes no time in sliding back into you, pounding into you like a man starved, not caring at all about his laptop.

“this is what you wanted isn’t?,” he groans near your ear.

“fuuuck!, mark!,” you yell, gripping the edge of his computer table. he angles his cock to the side, hitting you right where you needed him the most as profanities slipped past your lips, no longer able to create coherent sentences.

“yeah, you like that baby?,” mark groans, landing a slap on your ass, making you clench even tighter around him, your body responding to everything he does.

your release came fast, hitting you like a ton of bricks. mark makes sure to grab onto you tighter as you lost your footing, not at all slowing down the relentless pace he has set.

tears has begun to form around your eyes, cries of pleasure taking over all of his senses, “hang on baby, i’m so close,” he groans, hand finding its way to your sensitive bud, making you scream in pleasure.

“you can give me one more, right?,” he demands, still rutting into you at a brutal pace. you’re so cock drunk all you can do is nod your head, feeling your second orgasm come to a close, this one hitting harder than before, “you feel so. fucking. good,” he groans with every thrust, as he feels his orgasm coming through.

quickly, he turns you around, on your knees, one hand clutching your hair the other pumping his cock getting ready to shoot his load into your mouth. you moan, enjoying every drop, licking his cock clean as he sat back down on his computer chair catching his breath, fingers gently running through your hair as you two share a smile.

that was definitely worth breaking his rule. just this one time.

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an: another smut…within the same week? woo! i have never moved on from that selfie and yall can’t even judge me i know you guys are freaks (p.s. requests are open!)

[rensukepie]

— :·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳#. “fuck valentines day, i only want you tonight” —·˚ ༘ o. a

contains + warnings : swearing, established relationship, making out, p in v, fingering, praise, tummy bulge, cunnilingus, breeding(?),pet names, lmk if there should be more warnings!

sypnosis : aiku wanted to take you out to dinner for valentine’s day, but it seems he had other plans after seeing you.

a/n : was supposed to release on vday but i knocked out on my bed too early the night of <\3

for you @aikuposer :3!!

MDNI!!! (minors do NOT interact!)

your boyfriend, oliver aiku being a famous soccer player meant that he had the money.

so why not take you out on valentines day? just a little fancy restaurant date with good reviews and such. plus, its the day of love, so obviously he’s gonna take you out with no care to cameras flashing at the both of you.

but that is until you show him the outfit you are wearing to go out to dinner with him.

“you look so pretty” he thinks. you’ve curled your hair, which you never do. you’re also in a fancy dress that you had bought a while ago, which you didn’t get the time or occasion to wear it until now.

you get him so damn hard. it’s just something about you.

“do you like it, aiku? i hope it’s not too much…” you say worriedly, looking at yourself in the mirror again, fixing your hair.

“no, no. don’t fix anything about it, angel. you look so good… want you for myself tonight..” he whispers, pulling you into a small kiss on the lips that is suddenly turned into a deep kiss, his tongue deep in your mouth with his hands roaming around your body.

“mmf… a—aiku…♡” you whimper into the kiss. all thoughts floating away about the dinner he had intended to take you out to. “m—more… wan’ more… ♡” you whine as he pulls away from the kiss. pulling your body towards the shared bed you both sleep on, pushing you onto it softly. “m’gonna make your valentine’s day a hundred times better tonight… don’t want that, baby?”

“m—mhm… pleaseee… do anything—! need you, aiku…♡” you murmur to him desperately, eyes wide and giving a yearning look for him, a look that signals that you’ve thought about this for too long.

“oh…you pretty girl…. needy lil’ thing tonight, aren’t you?” he coos at you as he slowly takes off your dress, kissing you again in the process, your sensitive buds hitting the cold air in the room as he takes off the dress fully. “so sensitive too…” he says with a little laugh, playing with your tits with his massive hands.

“n-no.. m’not sensitive…” you mewl as you try to convince him, it just isn’t working.

“hm… i don’t know about that…” he teases, continuing to play with your tits. “you’re getting so whiny and needy for any sort of touch… it’s so fucking adorable, sweets.. ♡”

“prove it to me then… im not sensitive i swear…!” you try to convince desperately, but not for long before you feel his knee press up against your needy slit.

“m—mfhh… aiku…. o—ohh…♡” you whine desperately as you feel his knee press up between your thighs, grinding yourself on his thigh a little as he continued his actions to you. “feels good, doesn’t it, angel? see? i told you you’re sensitive… needy fucking girl..”

:·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

he stops his actions between your legs, kissing down your body and replacing his knee with his mouth, giving one more kiss to your cunt before taking your panties off. “so wet and eager f’me, aren’t we?” he teases before licking and sucking on your desperate, wet slit. “tastes fucking amazing, baby….its like you were made for me..”

you feel his fingers slide up and down at your slit and his tongue moved up to your clit, his long fingers entering your cunt easily. you feel like your body’s gonna explode out of pleasure because of his skilled fingers and tongue. “gonna cum already? you’re so needy…” he jokes, looking at you with a teasing smile.

oliver is smart when it comes to your body language, he knows that you’re close to the edge, which makes him speed his movements up to get you there. he wants to make you finish, to make you feel good. only the best for his pretty lady!

:·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

you take off aiku’s clothes, his hard cock springing out of his boxers, a bead of pre on the tip of it. you’re still so intimidated by his cock despite the fact that you’ve been dating him for so long. it’s just so big! the stretch that his dick makes you go through feels so good in your cunt, especially when you say something to rile him up by a little.

“you look a little nervous, angel… too big for you?”

“m—mhm… ‘s not gonna fit… too big, aiku..” you whine, looking at him with wide eyes similar to a deer slapping his cock on your stomach, showing you how deep it could go inside of you. “you always say that, baby… and what happens every time, hm? it ends up always fitting inside that tight pussy of yours.. it kisses that cervix of yours, doesn’t it?” he says, sliding his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your arousal before he puts it inside of you, a bulge in your tummy appearing due to his cock being too big.

“aiku… o—ohhh… s—so big… mmf…” you whimper softly as he buries his cock fully to the hilt inside of you, your cunt twitching around his girthy length. it almost feels like it’s your first time with him again with the way his cock stretches you out.

his thrusts inside of you are deep and slow. aiku likes to be rough during sex, but today was different, he wanted to take his time with you, to show you the love he has for you.

“f—fuck… your pretty pussy’s sucking me in…♡” he moans, coming down to kiss your neck and chest again as he continues to thrust his cock inside of you. “so pretty taking all of me, angel… l—love your cunt s’much…” he whines, the tone in his voice indicating that he won’t be lasting inside of you for long.

“m’gonna cum inside of you, baby… w—wanna make you into a pretty mommy…♡ …o—ohh ffuck—! do you want that, sweets?”

“m—mhm…. need your cum, aiku…! m’gonna cum too…♡!” you whimper as you have your second orgasm of the night.

it may not seem like it, but he really wanted to start a happy family with you, he truly believes that you’re the one for him, and it will stay that way.

[rueclfer]

shoujo touya save meeee pleaseee shoujo touya save me from the trenchessss

pull me through // touya todoroki

You awkwardly stood a few steps behind Touya as he felt around under the doormat for the spare key to his home. You two got along quite well for a couple of students who were on the opposite sides of the rankings, but never close enough to visit each other's home like this.

You were student council president, and Touya got suspended for setting the toilet on fire last year. That is how far you two were.

"Alright, come on in." He holds the door open for you to walk in before him.

At first glance, it seemed close to extravagant, but the closer you looked, it felt cozier by the second from the amount of framed photos, artwork, and trinkets displayed on every wall and counter.

In the living room, his younger siblings were all lined up like ducks as if they were awaiting for your arrival.

"Hi Fuyumi." You threw a wave at her.

"Hi Y/N!" She beams back.

You two worked on the student council together, so you were already close with her despite being a year older.

"Wait, this is Y/N?" The middle child with all white hair exclaims.

Fuyumi quickly swats her brother's arm, shushing him.

"Oooohh. Y/N, I know you!" The littlest one states, stepping up to you with an All Might figurine in hand.

"Oh do you?" You cock an eyebrow at Touya as he takes your jacket to put up by the door and your school bag off of your shoulder. You bent down to his level. "Your brother talks about me often?"

"No I don't." He quips before he could answer for himself, shooting a glare in their direction. "I don't know what either of them are talking about."

"Meet my ball and chains." He huffs with a hint of a smile in his voice. "Shouto, Natsuo, and you already know Fuyumi from your nerd thing."

"Can I play with them?" Shouto asks, moving over to Touya to tug on his pant leg.

"No you can't, turd. We have to work on a project so none of you bother us. Kay?" He motions you to follow him upstairs, slinging both of your bags over his shoulder.

You quickly follow behind him. "But maybe after!" You call out from midway up the stairs, giving them a final wave.

Upon entering his room, he sets your bag on his desk, letting you take the seat while he settles on his bed right next to you, whipping his laptop open.

Despite being somewhat of a delinquent, you knew that Touya was smart and had capabilities to be top of the class if he really cared to. You had no worries about this project, but the circumstance of being alone in his bedroom on the other hand, almost made you nervous,

"Your siblings seem to like me." You broke the tense silence as you two logged onto your presentation. "You definitely talk about me, huh?"

"It's probably Fuy. She's a big fan of yours." He glances over at you. "She talks about you way too much around here."

"You got a problem with that?"

"What, like I don't get enough of you at school?" He chuckles, biting on the end of his pen. "Don't I, Prez?"

"Lucky you, then. Not many people have that kind of access to me. I'm pretty high in demand, if you ask me." You tease back, meeting his eye for a moment before returning your attention back on your screen.

He pushes his laptop out and leans back in his bed, propping his upper half up on his elbow to face you with his pen still hanging out of his mouth.

"I wonder how those people feel about you spending all that time with such a loser like me? Not scared to tarnish that golden reputation of yours?"

"You give yourself too much credit." You laugh. "You've been such a good boy lately, I don't think anyone really bats an eye." You say sweetly, swiveling your chair to fully face him.

He chuckles to himself and diverts his eyes away from yours as a rush of blood floods to his cheek.

"Anyways..." He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as his ears slightly flush into red. "Back to this bullshit."

You two talk back and forth about the project for a while, slipping into silence every now and then as you work on your respective slides.

In your peripheral, you noticed that every so often, he would glance up at you from his screen like clockwork. It makes you a bit too self aware of yourself, forcing you to keep your posture straight, not to bounce your leg too much, and to keep your fidgeting at bay.

"You're grinding your teeth." He mutters, breaking the silence. "I can hear it, like sandpaper."

"It's just a focus thing." You reply, biting the inside of your cheeks to combat the habit.

"I can't stop looking at them in class.." You hear from outside of the door, paired with the boys' giggling. "...They're all I can think about, I feel so stupid."

You and Touya both stop shoot each other a confused glance, not quite sure what Natsuo and Shouto were going on about in the hallway.

"What are they doing?" You lean in and whisper.

"I don't fucking know?" He shrugs. "Maybe reading one of Fuy's books?"

"How cute." You chuckle, returning your attention to the project.

"Prez would never want a guy like me. I want to do better, but I'm fucking hopeless." The boys start, their footsteps running up and down the hallway this time.

"Natsuo! That's a bad word, you can't say that!" Shouto cries.

Your eyes widened and glanced over at Touya, whose face had now drained of color, jaw slightly gaped open.

He slams his laptop shut and frantically feels around under his pillow and covers, as if he had misplaced something.

"What're you looking for?" You asked, watching him rummage through his school bag after going through his bed.

"I'm going to fucking kill them." He mutters, throwing his bag on the floor. "I'm actually going to kill them."

He walks over to swing his bedroom door open, revealing the two boys leaning against the wall with a book in hand, flipping through the pages.

"Where the fuck did you two get that!?"

The two younger boys scream and scurry down the hall with Touya right on their tail. You follow them out into the hallway, watching them run a muck around the house.

Natsuo and Shouto eventually circle their way back to Touya's room, shoving themselves right behind you a second before Touya is able to get to them.

"Guys?" You look down at Shouto clutching your leg and Natsuo breathing hard, peering over your shoulder. "What did you two do?" You put a hand down on the top of Shouto's head, tapping it to get his attention up at you.

"Natsuo did it!" He cries, burying his face into your side. "I didn't do anything." He muffled into your shirt.

"You're the one who gave me his diary, you liar!" Natsuo reaches over and flicks Shouto's head. "Shouto did it!"

"What the hell is going on?" Fuyumi comes out of her room.

"These fuckers went through my things." Touya huffs, face now red. "Y/N. Move over please." He inches closer.

"No! Y/N please!" Natsuo cries behind you, clutching on you tighter.

"Whoooaa. Okay, okay let's relax everyone." You nervously chuckle.

"You, take a step back." You put a finger on Touya's chest, lightly pressing him to take a couple steps back into the hallways.

You noticed Touya clenching onto a journal so tight that his knuckles were white, jaw tense seething with anger.

"You two, go with your sister." You pried the two kids from your side, ushering them towards Fuyumi, in which she properly slapped the back of their heads the moment they got to her.

"Idiots. What did I tell you guys? Get in." She huffs before closing the door behind them.

"Don't think you're safe! Your ass is grass once Y/N leaves." He calls out before the door clicks shut.

"You, stop it. Come inside." You pull him in by the elbow.

"Jesus fucking christ." He groans into his hands, throwing the journal on his bed. "You didn't hear any of that, alright? None of that happened."

"Yup. You got it." You silently chuckle to yourself. "Absolutely nothing."

You watch him shove the journal deep into his school bag before throwing it back on the ground and flopping down in his bed, face buried in his pillow.

"FUCK!" He screams into his pillow, tightly gripping the sides of it.

"Okay let's just finish this shit and get it over with." He huffs, turning on his back and leaning up against the headboard, dragging his laptop back up to his lap.

"Oh so you really didn't wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" He shoots you a threatening glance.

You ignored the hostile look, anyways. "You have a crush on me." You bite your bottom lip to hide a side. "That's what that was, right?"

"Who said all that shit was about you, huh?"

"You got another 'Prez' in your life?" You cock an eyebrow.

He went silent for a moment, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath of air.

"Let's not do this right now."

"That's fine." You turn your attention back to your laptop. "I'm just saying, though, you don't have to do 'better' for me to like you. I already do."

Another beat of silence passes.

"Cool. Cool." He squeaks out. "Um. Can you double check my slides for me?" He coughs.

You looked at him in your peripheral to see him covering the bottom half of his face with his hand, hiding the impending blush creeping up his face as he kept his eyes glued to his screen.

"Sure." You smiled. "Only if you double check mine."

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bonus scene hehe:

over the next week of school, touya had been actively avoiding you- which you expected. it wasn't until one late school day where you had to stay behind for your council meeting when you caught him waiting by your cubby.

"touya." you greeted, holding out your bag for him to take while you started switching your shoes out. "what are you still doing here?"

"got a request to deliver to you, prez." he responds with a smirk, leaning up against the cubbies with your bag under his arm.

"oh yeah? well unfortunate for you, but i'm off the clock. you should file it in the student council box."

"it's a special request that can only be delivered in person." he rolls his eyes. "also i'm walking you home, so you don't really have a choice."

you laugh, starting your way out of school. "okay, then. go for it."

"go out with me this weekend."

your breath hitches from surprise. you had to admit to yourself that you had been waiting for some sort of confession or at the very least a chat about the last time you had seen him, but for him to almost demand a date with you caught you off guard.

"really?" you snap your attention to him, face heating up.

"really."

"i'd love to." you smile. "you feel like talking about it now? or do i gotta go through your diary for that?"

"shut up. it's a journal- two very different things." he nudges you with his elbow. "fuyumi yelled at me after you left and told me that i was an emotionally constipated prick, so i guess that inspired me to get my shit together."

"sooo.." you motion for him to continue.

"sooo...i like you. i have for a while." he starts "and i got my marks up for this quarter. for you. well, technically for me, but i wanted you to see that i was trying."

your heart swelled at this simple act. "you didn't have to do that. i told you i like you regardless- even after you set the toilet on fire."

"we don't talk about that version of me last year." he laughs "and i wanted to. you made me want to do it for me."

you two continue to walk home chirping in conversation and light teases. you had always been drawn to him despite his bad habits and annoying mannerisms, but you knew he always had it in him to do good things and make better choices for himself. knowing that he did it because of his inspiration to be a good person for you only made you like him more.

[azzibuckets]

Could you pleaseee rigjt a cute little fluff one shot of Paige and azzi on the bus to an away game like them cuddling up in their seats taking a nap and like Paige insisting on carrying all of azzis stuff and azzi has to remind Paige to zip up her jacket before she goes outside so she doesn’t catch a cold just cute domestic stuff

a little distraction [pazzi]

summary/an: got an insane amount of requests for azzi wearing the bueckers shirt but i honestly have no clue what to do with that so here’s some game day fluff ig

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

Paige doesn’t really know what she did to deserve Azzi Fudd. After the younger girl sprained her knee in the game against Louisville, the last thing Paige expected when they got back to the hotel room was for Azzi to say she was proud of her.

But as they set down their bags, Azzi hobbled over to Paige, hands curling around her neck and tilting her head down so she could press a gentle kiss on her temple. “You know how proud I am of you?”

“Baby.” Paige covers Azzi’s hands with her own, bringing their clasped hands between them and squeezing slightly. “What?”

Azzi laughs, brushing her lips against the curly blonde baby hairs above her ear. “I said I’m proud of you.”

Paige’s eyebrows furrow. “You just injured yourself and all you can think about are my stupid ass shoes?”

“I never said it was about your shoes.” Azzi affectionately runs her hand through Paige’s hair, letting the ends twirl against her fingers. “Can’t someone just be proud of their girlfriend?” She holds Paige’s hand and presses a kiss to each of her fingertips, looking up at the blonde through her lashes. “Although having your own player exclusive helped.”

Paige looks down, a hot red blush spreading through her cheeks. “Stop thinking about me.”

“I deadass think about you all the time, so that’s not really possible.

“Stop it.” Paige gently pushes Azzi’s chest, only for the younger girl to catch her hand and pull her in tighter. “You’re being so corny.”

“You don’t like it?” Azzi’s eyes narrow.

“No, I love it,” Paige insists. “But are you good? How’s your knee?”

“Honestly, I’m just grateful right now.” Azzi looks down at her right leg, carefully grazing her fingertips against her slightly swollen knee. “Could’ve been a lot worse.”

“You scared the fuck out of me when you fell,” Paige admitted, leaning down to inspect Azzi’s knee as if she could do anything about it. Her touch is soft and featherlight against Azzi’s skin. “Does it hurt?”

“Little bit.”

Paige stands up, gently pushing Azzi’s hips against the bed so that she’s sitting down. Inserting a leg between hers, she hovers above Azzi’s lips with a smirk. “I can help you forget about it.”

“Mm.” Azzi’s eyes flutter shut as Paige’s thumb soothes her jawline. “A little distraction would be nice.”

•••••••••••••••

“Dude.” One moment, Azzi has her backpack and duffel bag in hand, and the next, they’re in Paige’s hands, being quickly rolled across the sidewalk until they’re in the trunk of the van.

“You shouldn’t be lifting too much weight,” Paige chastises, slamming the trunk of the car with a little too much force.

“It’s a sprain, not a broken leg, P,” Azzi grumbles.

Paige rolls her eyes, indicating for Azzi to get in so they can start driving. “Did you pack warm? Notre Dame’s colder than Storrs this time of year.”

“How do you even know that?”

“I did my research.” Paige taps her fingers against the wheel. “I brought your thermal leg warmer by the way. You forgot it.”

“Oh, shit.”

Paige sighs impatiently, and the way she’s restlessly fidgeting is an immediate tell. Azzi raises an eyebrow. “What’s with the attitude?”

“Ion know what you’re even talking about,” Paige mutters under her breath.

“You’re being weird as fuck.”

“Nothing.” Paige rolls her eyes, falling into silence before she suddenly decides that she should just say it. “I mean, I just think you should be taking better care of yourself.”

“What?” If anyone has known how hard Azzi has worked to get back to this point, it’s Paige, and her words are like daggers to her chest. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“I’m just saying, you’re a lil forgetful sometimes. I am too. But when you keep injuring yourself, you gotta be on top of it. Your knee gets sensitive in cold weather but you forget your thermal sleeve?”

“I take care of myself, Paige.” Azzi says. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

Paige’s eyes close momentarily before she remembers she’s on the road. “Look, my bad. It came out wrong.” She glances over at Azzi, reaching for her hand. Azzi’s hand is limp at first, unwilling to touch Paige, but Paige forces her fingers around Azzi’s. “I just wish you would remember to treat yourself good, not just okay. If it were the other way around, you know you’d be getting at me for simple stuff like that. You wouldn’t let me open my own doors for months after my ACL surgery.”

Azzi’s posture relaxes a little, and her hand softens around Paige, but she still looks out the window, refusing to spare her girlfriend a glance. “I guess.”

“No I guess, okay? You need to feel great in order to be great and to do that you need to be extra kind to yourself.”

“You should get into motivational speaking.”

“Shut the hell up.” Paige brushes her thumb over Azzi’s knuckle, sneaking a glance to make sure the younger girl’s not mad anymore. “I love you.”

Azzi shakes her head, fighting back a blush as she looks down at her lap. “Love you more, idiot.”

Once they board the plane, Paige is bolting down the aisle, making sure no one’s taken the seat next to Azzi. CD had held her back for a conversation, and the entire time she’d spent thinking about how Azzi better have saved that seat for her.

Her shoulders relax as soon as she sees Azzi in an empty row. “Seat taken?” Paige jokes as she stuffs her suitcase in the overhead container.

“Yeah. Morgan’s in the bathroom,” Azzi says, barely looking up from her phone.

“Are you serious?” Paige hasn’t thrown a tantrum in 15 years, but she feels like stomping her foot now. She’s tired and hungry and doesn’t want to be on a 5 ton machine in the air and all she wants to do is cuddle with her girlfriend. “I need to have a talk with the freshmen.”

“Kidding.” Azzi slides her phone into her pocket. “Thought it’d be funny to see you mad.” Patting the seat next to her, she flashes Paige a blinding smile.

Miffed, Paige plops down next to her girlfriend, curling into her seat so not a single inch of her body is in contact with Azzi’s.

“Come onnnnn,” Azzi laughs, finding Paige’s annoyance funny. She pokes at her cheek. “Lighten up.”

“I will if you let me have the window seat.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Will you guys shut the fuck up?”

Paige and Azzi turn around at the same time to face Aubrey. “Sorry,” they apologize in sync.

They stare ahead for a few moments, until Paige slightly turns her head.

“Yes.” She whispers.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I fucking hate y’all.” In a second, Aubrey is gone, making her way down a few rows to sit next to Morgan.

“You had the window seat on our LA flight,” Paige complains.

“Say one more thing about the window seat and I’m not letting you sleep on me.”

Paige immediately shuts up. Azzi stares at her for a second before heaving a sigh. “Oh my god, you big baby.” Azzi rolls her eyes and starts to unbuckle her seatbelt. “Move.”

Paige’s eyes light up. “Really?”

“I’m not doing it for you, dumbass. I need extra space to stretch my leg.”

“Okay, whatever.” Paige stands up, and they switch spots. “Let me know if hurts. I’ll get ice.” Then she slides her hand over Azzi’s knee, gingerly but protectively, as if the weight of her hand will protect it from any other injury.

[screampied]

Could you please PLEEASEEE do Sukuna with a overstimulation kink😭🩷

₊˚﹕. how sukuna acts with an overstim kink.

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, cunnilingus, p*ssy spanking.

sukuna wasn’t even aware he had a kink of overstim.

however, he realized the moment he easily stole multiple orgasms out of you, again, and again and again. all to a point where you’re an entire mess, stammering over your words. your back's pressed against his chest and he hums. “how’s it feel, princess?”

you moaned, feeling him stuff you full of inches. alas by this part, you weren't even riding him anymore. time stood still….and yet, so did your hips. he brings a soft kiss towards the very back of your neck and you’re just trembling, mind in an entire loop. “good, r-really really good...”

“ya want another kiss?” he snickers, beads of sweat racing down his thin eyebrows.

immensely, you nod, having to stop yourself from rolling your eyes backwards.

“pleaseee,” you’d whimper, and he lightly grabs you by the neck to pull you into a deep, passionate yet sloppy kiss. he tastes sweet, you shudder once you feel a rough hand of his slides down your back, toying with your skimpy bra strap. “sukuna,” you’d whine between kisses. a coy simper goes across the curse’s face as your cute frame jittered and trembled over him, still stuffed full. “again…make me cum again, please.”

“sensitive little girl. dunno if ya can handle much more,” he dumbs you down with just his tone. sukuna’s voice pitches into a low hence of mockery, causing you to soak ten times quicker and he chuckles. “but hm…okay, since you asked so nicely.”

you laid against his chest, and he’s got a soft gentle grip around your throat with another hand reaching between your legs.

“aw, such a whiney little thing,” he purrs.

he’s so incredibly hefty, the base of his fat cock, the hilt buried right inside of your cunt. it fit perfectly and you were so dizzy. “those weak legs of yours are gonna give out soon, careful princess.”

“k-kuna, please…” you’d babble, and he sits up before chuckling lowly against your ear. he’s so mean, prying your legs apart just a bit to bring a soft spank towards your pussy.

“what…? how do ya expect me to make you cum if you can barely ride me anymore?” he whispers, and he gently skims his fingers against your cunt. your body twitched and you felt everything rush against you at once. “hmpf. need need my help, huh?”

you sniffle out a, “y-yes.” and he smiles, sliding a hand down your waist to help guide your shaky hip movements. your legs could barely keep up, yet that’s when sukuna gets an idea.

“then get on your tummy, baby.”

shakily, you comply. repositioning yourself, you wonder what he was gonna do when you let off a soft squeak once he pulls your hips towards him before leaning down, licking a long stripe against your already throbbing pussy.

“y-you’re gonna eat me out—?” you’d mewl with a pout, definitely not expecting him to change so soon. you could barely get your staggering words out, and as he used two hands to spread your ass apart, he started up a slow tempo with his licks.

“you wanted another orgasm… ‘n this is the quickest way i know,” he murmurs, and you moan against the bed sheets once his nose prods against your slick folds. “is someone complainin'?”

you shudder, facing the opposite way before whining out a, “n-no.”

“good girl, ‘s what i thought. now relax ‘n let me eat.”

his voice was a pitched low and heavily raspy as he spoke against your pussy. your toes clenched in pleasure and your lips were just dumbly parted open. whenever sukuna eats…he’s so sloppy.

no remorse whatsoever. he’s lapping up his tongue against your slit that’s already starting to drench down his chin. he’s practically being smothering — your sheeny slick races down his chin and he has to take a few moments to swipe a tongue against his lips to savor the taste. you hear the salacious wet squelches escape from his lips and it only makes you throb ten times more.

“my sensitive baby,” he teases, flicking his tongue against your nub to hear you whimper out—you find your back slightly arching before you cling tightly onto the white silk bedsheets that was currently bawled up into your hands. “gonna give me one more, yeah? just one more princess.”

“k—kuna, ‘m gonna—”

“girl that ain’t a answer.” he grumbles, bringing another light spank towards your pussy before kissing it and you moaned. it felt so good, the way your legs trembled and your ears chimed and rang from the sweetened stimulation.

you whimper out a, “y-yes, yes.”

“there we go,” he praises, and you feel his tongue slide against your inner labia. you’re really sensitive there, and it’s like he knows just the right spots to run his tongue to make you squirm in rapture. “can your dumb pussy even give me another though? might be a problem, princess.”

“sukuna,” you whined, and he was toying with you, most likely to hear you whine and whine for it more. “i can—i can, please.”

his tongue licks around in soft circles and your eyes roamed everywhere, going back and rolling into the depths of your skull.

“if you say so,” he chortles, raising a brow. the bundle of nerves that stored inside your pussy had you spasming, it felt so good—you felt yourself starting to lose it. sukuna’s tongue was longly lengthy too, eagerly sucking and nibbling on the right spots just to feel you pulse. “mhm,” he’d groan, entirely face deep. “best meal i’ve had in a long while.”

once he drags out another orgasm from you, you’re unable to speak.

a whine leaves your throat and your eyebrows furrow in ecstasy. “f-fuckkk,” you’d spat, your entire body going limp.

he was so nasty, taking a brief second to spit on your clit before lapping it up with his tongue, the very tip and flat of his tongue to make sure you feel everything. “thank you, t-thank you.”

“what for?” he snickers, playfully taking a second to slurp all against your pussy, his fangs softly nibbling against your folds and you moan.

“don’t tell me you’re already tapping out, little one. think you could give me at least one more, huh?” and he playfully gives your pussy a caress before gently spanking it. “i trained my girl’s pussy well.”

[yeonzzzn]

pleaseee im begging for your next sunghoon one-shot to be toxic hoon. maybe an exes to lovers type of situation where he's losing his shit seeing you finally move on shdhjwjd 🧎‍♀️

I hope this is what you were looking for anon🤭 this is sooo angsty but I hope you enjoy it anyways 🩵

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unsteady: park sunghoon

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 2.6k

“I hope one day someone will love me as much as I loved you.”

Those were the last words you said to him as you stormed out of his apartment. Slamming the door in his face and leaving him alone in his living room.

Sunghoon stared at the door, counting down the seconds until you’d walk right back into his apartment and into his arms, apologizing for the fight, apologizing for breaking up with him.

But you never did.

He stood at the door for a good ten minutes before he finally realized you weren’t coming back.

It was the first time Sunghoon was actually scared of losing you. Scared he’d never see you again. Hold you again. Kiss you, take you to his bed, take you to your bed.

For half a second Sunghoon had regrets, but shoved it down with a smirk on his face, “She’ll be back.”

It’s been almost a year since you last saw him or spoke to him. You never once contacted him about the stuff of yours that still lingers in his apartment or your favorite hoodie you left in his car. You didn’t have the heart to try and get it back. Too afraid you’d fold right back into him.

Sunghoon was toxic, manipulative, and gaslit you daily. Was he a bad person? No. He was actually and honestly, a really good guy? Absolutely. You fell in love the moment you met him. Sunghoon had a reputation at college. The cool guy who slept with any girl who batted their pretty little eyes at him. The guy who was at every party, you’d never see him not at one. The guy who held a smirk on his face the entire time around his friends as they walked around campus.

But with you? He wasn’t that guy. He was sweet, loving, caring, and soft. He was the guy who worked at the local animal shelter to take care of the abandoned animals. He was the guy who would curl up in bed with you in his arms as he reread his favorite book. The one who’d whisper praises in your ear as he fucked you gently. Who’d cook for you and buy you flowers.

But on campus? He went back to the cool guy persona. Eventually, over time those lines got blurred. His two personas fused until the cool side overtook the sweet one. You didn’t recognize him anymore. He stopped being the sweet Sunghoon you grew to love, and become the one you hated.

You still loved him, but hated him all the same. When fights would break out, you always ran back to him. It was a repeated process over and over and over. Until you gave up and walked out that door for good, saying those final words to him.

And oh god did those words ring in his ears for that entire year.

You finally moved on, or well, tried to. You started finally going on dates again, meeting new people, and trying new things out. But unfortunately, it never worked out.

“I don’t get it,” you sigh, dropping yourself onto your best friend's couch, “They just—“

“Aren’t Park Sunghoon?” he said, giving you a teasing smile before waving his hand for you to quickly sit up.

“Sunno,” you pouted, waiting for your best friend to sit down so you could lay your head in his lap, “Sunghoon was an asshole.”

“I mean, yeah,” he shrugged, “But you’re looking for him in every man you’ve met, that’s why it’s not working.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s been practically a year, I’m so over it.”

Sunno rolls his eyes back, “Right. Keep telling yourself that YN.”

Before you can protest, your phone vibrates in your pocket, receiving a notification that you’ve gotten a new match on the dating app you’ve been using.

You sat up, scrolling through his profile, “I may have found someone.”

Sunoo raises his brows and glances at your phone and nods in approval.

—

You’ve been on multiple dates with Soobin since then. You haven’t been able to get over how sweet he was. Always opening doors (including car doors) for you. Pulling chairs out and waiting until you sat comfortably before pushing you closer to the table.

He always paid for your meals and coffee. Has even brought you meals and coffee to your workplace and when you’ve gotten out of class. He takes your hand before you cross the street. And walks you to your front door of your apartment, kissing you softly and not walking away until he hears the lock bolt shut.

He was everything you could have hoped for in someone. He did what Sunghoon did and more. You were lucky to have met Soobin.

But something still held you back. You didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t officially asked you to be his girlfriend yet, or that you hadn’t met his friends. Or maybe you were just scared.

But you clung to Soobin anyway, walking down the street with him as the late winter snow started to fall. Soobin stopped walking to step in front of you, pulling your jacket tighter around you, “Are you too cold? Need my jacket too?”

You shook your head, “Thank you, Bin, but I am okay. You need to keep yourself warm too.”

Soobin gave you his bunny smile that you adore so much, watching as his blonde hair waved in the cool wind as he bent down and placed his lips against yours.

Sunghoon just happened to walk out of the coffee shop across the street when he noticed your arm linked with someone he didn’t know. Watching as this man stops in front of you and then kisses you.

Even though his face was tight and non-activated, his heart was breaking. Chills were sent down his spine at seeing someone who was him kissing you.

Sunghoon watched as the guy cupped your face, giving you a couple more kisses before planting one on your forehead and then pulling you to his side to continue walking. Sunghoon ran back inside the coffee shop, praying to whatever god was listening that you didn’t see him.

He spent that night pacing in his living room. Fingers between his teeth chewing at the nail. It was driving him up a wall at the image of Soobin kissing you. It repeated in his brain over and over again and he hated it. Why did he hate it? Why did it bother him? It’s been a year. He’s already done his time of pouting over your loss in his life. Why did he care so much?

Sunghoon kept asking himself that question as his thumbs hovered over your contact information, the photo of him kissing your cheek and the biggest smile on your face was still his contact photo for you. A pink heart emoji was still by your name. His hands trembled looking at the contact.

So he locked his phone and tossed it onto the couch, deciding he wasn’t going to worry about it.

But luck wasn’t on his side as he continued to see you around town with Soobin. And the more he saw you with him, the more Sunghoon started to lose his shit.

Every time Soobin would lean down to kiss you, Sunghoon’s heart would stop beating. Anytime he saw Soobin practically eye fuck you, it took everything in him to not march over and start swinging.

He had to do something—ANYTHING—to get you away from Soobin. To break up with him. To stop smiling at Soobin the way you used to smile at him.

It all kept him awake at night. And one night, Sunghoon broke. Sitting up so fast in bed and grabbing his phone from the charger and dialing your number.

ring…ring…

“Hello?”

Sunghoon nearly had a heart attack, he wasn’t expecting you to answer, “Hey, YN…”

“Sunghoon?” you sleepy said, pulling your phone from your ear to make sure you indeed were talking to Sunghoon. You blinked a few times to make sure you saw the name correctly and then the panic set in. Why was he calling you? When your phone started ringing you just naturally picked it up, being too tired to check the caller ID.

“Yeah, it’s me, love,” he whispers, hands shaking, “Did I wake you?”

You yawn on the other end, “I mean, yeah.”

Sunghoon sighed, “I’ll let you go back to sleep, I’m sorry.”

“No, Hoon what do you want? It’s two AM.”

“I just…wanted to talk to you. Come over? Please.”

You wanted to say no. To hang up the phone and go back to sleep and act like the call never happened. But his voice, the tiredness, and restlessness in it…something was wrong. You felt it.

Now you stood in his living room, standing in front of him as he leaned against the back of his couch. His hair was a mess, heavy bags were under his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t eaten much lately.

“Hoon,” you whispered, “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t look at you, “How have you been?”

You cross your arms, “I know for a fact you didn’t wake me up at two in the morning to ask me to come here just to ask how I’ve been. Texting would have worked.”

Sunghoon scoffed, immediately putting that barrier over his heart, the one he put up when he realized how madly in love he was with you all that time ago, the barrier that eventually caused you to leave him. Sunghoon has had way too much time lately to think about what went wrong, and after seeing you with Soobin…it was all clear to him, “Right, but I can’t text you if you have a boyfriend, right? Can’t chance him seeing it.”

You looked at him confused, “What boyfriend?”

Sunghoon crossed his arms now, narrowing his eyes at you, “Don’t play stupid, YN. The blonde guy you were making out with on the sidewalk two weeks ago.”

He saw. He’s seen you with Soobin. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you happy, knowing that Sunghoon knew.

“Are you stalking me now?” you raised a brow and scoffed, “Didn’t take you to be that type.”

“I’m not stalking you. I just happened to have seen you with him.”

You roll your eyes, “Soobin isn’t my boyfriend, but if that’s all you wanted to say, then can I go?”

Sunghoon didn’t answer, he just stared at you, trying to find the words to beg you to not go. To stay with him.

You poked your tongue in your cheek, starting to turn away, “Is he better than me?”

You whipped back around to look at him, “Excuse me?”

Sunghoon shrugged, “Is he better than me? There’s no way he is,” he chuckles, “If he was you’d be fucking him right now instead of standing here in front of me.”

Oh, you were heated, “You know what, Sunghoon, this reason right here is why I ended it with you. You’re so toxic and say such shitty and hurtful things and you don’t even care.”

He shrugs, looking away from you and to the hallway, “Can’t blame me when all you do is yell at me.”

There it was. That toxic side. That part where he tries to flip the tables against you.

Tears swelled in your eyes as you looked at him, “I don’t need this,” you turned and walked towards the door, “Goodbye, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon was immediately at your side, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him, “No, baby, please don’t go.”

You tried to push out of his grip, “Don’t call me that! It hurts too much!” The tears were now falling down your face, blurring your vision as you continued to try and push him off you.

Sunghoon gripped both sides of your arms, “Please don’t walk away from me again!” he gently shook you, “I am so fucking in love with you. I won’t be able to handle it if you walk back out that door again.��

Tears were now in his eyes, his body shaking and his knees weak.

You blinked a few times to regain your vision, seeing the man in front of you, seeing how the tears rushed down his face.

Sunghoon fell to his knees in front of you, his hands sliding to your waist and resting his head against your stomach, “I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. It hurt too damn much,” his voice became shaky, unsteady, “I need you, baby, and I am so so so sorry for how I treated you. You didn’t deserve it. I lost sight of who I was. I was scared to let myself fully love. To let you fully love me. And it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I let you walk away. I was toxic, I was an asshole. But I can’t lose you again. Not again. I couldn’t handle it. I don’t know how I survived the first time and I sure as hell know I won’t this time if you walk away from me.”

He sobbed, not being able to stop his tears from drenching the carpet at his knees, squeezing his hands tightly at your side, begging and pleading with you to not leave him.

You slowly rested your hands in his hair, parting it neatly like how he likes it done and slowly sliding your hand down his face. He leaned into your touch, your thumbs wiping away the tears that stained his face.

You still loved him. Every piece of him. Sunoo was right, you looked for Sunghoon in every man you met. Didn’t want to commit because they weren’t him. Soobin was different, yeah, but he still wasn’t Sunghoon.

You knelt down in front of him, not at eye level with him, “Please stop crying,” you whispered, “I’m right here.”

He shook his head, “I can’t lose you again.”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, resting your forehead against his, “You won’t. I’m right here.”

Sunghoon pulled you into his lap, holding onto you for dear life as if someone was going to rip you from him. He dug his face into your neck, squeezing you tightly to him, “I love you and I am so so sorry.”

You leaned into him, “I love you so much, I forgive you.”

You’ve never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so open, and wearing his heart on his sleeve. He’s never held you so tight before. Never kissed your neck and shoulder like he was right now, with so much love and desperation to keep you.

You stayed in his lap until his crying slowly and breathing was steady again. You played with his hair until you felt his grip on you loosen, “You need some sleep.”

He barely was able to shake his head, “I don’t want you to go.”

You forced him to look at you, slowly placing kisses on his moles, “I’ll stay the night.”

Sunghoon slowly nodded, wrapping his arms tightly back around you and carrying you to his room, gently laying you down on his bed and cuddling up to you, pulling you to his chest.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Hoonie?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked up at him, giving a small smile and nod, “I would love that.”

Sunghoon didn’t waste a moment to cup your face and kiss you softly, completely breathing you in.

He was unsteady without you, and it took losing you for him to realize it. You kept him centered. And he’s not going to risk losing you again. 

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