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[personasintro]

Mutual Help #52 teaser

I know I said I wouldn’t post any more teasers but I think we all could use some kind of distraction, so here’s my gift for you 🎁💐

Mrs. Jeon takes this time to interrogate you about her son, which you find highly amusing as well. Is he sleeping well? Does he eat well?

“I know he's working out like crazy. He tends to get very serious about it, so I'm worried.”

You giggle a little, not meaning to come out as rude but Mrs. Jeon simply glances at you with worried eyes.

“Don't worry, Mrs. Jeon. He does have a diet from time to time, but he can't live without this.” you assure her, picking one of the packs of sliced pork belly as she looks at the item in your hand before her shoulders relax and she lets out a laugh.

“I know he's an adult, has been for quite some time,” she says with a slight laugh, “But I can't help but be worried. He's not living in Busan and I know he's doing great–”

“Mrs. Jeon,” you tell her softly with the same soft smile, “You're his mom. Of course you're worried. And it doesn't matter how old he is. Jungkook is happy to have you as his mom.”

Mrs. Jeon smiles at you with so much fondness that it makes your heart warm. “You have to miss your parents too. I can't imagine if Jungkook lived in another country, it must've been tough for you and them.”

She turns back to cutting the vegetable while you prepare a lemonade, squeezing lemons. “The beginning was,” you admit.

You're a definition of a homesick person. You don't like changes and you don't deal well with being away from people close to you.

But you knew moving to Seoul is something you dreamed about for a long time. It was the biggest step you had to take in your life so far and you don't regret it. It's cheesy to say this, but everything comes with price. And your price is not seeing them as often as you would if you still lived back at home.

“But I'm happy here. And I've got amazing friends and people around me, that makes it a ton easier.” you tell her while you share another smile.

“That's funny,” she says after a moment, realizing something. “Jungkook told me something very similar when he first moved out.”

“Really?” you laugh.

“Yes,” she giggles, finishing preparing the meat. “He's very independent. Has been since he was little. Jungwon not so much, of course he's successful and independent now too. But we're always butting in whenever he needs help, whether it's babysitting our sweet Haru or something else. We just always remind him we are here, you know? Me and my husband enjoy our kids needing us. But with Jungkook…. He seems to do a lot of stuff on his own which isn't a bad thing. I'm proud of him. But sometimes that makes me worried, right?”

Your features soften as you throw the squeezed lemons into the bin. You wash your hands and almost pout when you see Mrs. Jeon warm gaze. She's full of love for her sons, it makes you emotional all over again.

Jungkook really is lucky to have her as his mother.

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

SNEAK PEEK into chapter 19 of dear, hello coming out tomorrow

Woah there, Cait, let’s take a few deep breaths and calm down. Over here acting like she sent her bare booty.

[rpfisfine]

[shotorozu]

AAA HII ANAÏS <3 how are uu !! btw u were missed 😡😡

hey 🤩‼️i missed seeing you in my inbox 😯

im doing good 😭 ignore how i didn’t reply to this for 3-ish days schools gonna start soon which is 😐 but its fine bc i have a ton of drafts waiting to be posted

[tyunniez]

yew shud post that fic trust ‼️‼️❤️

here it is... unfiltered and unedited in all its glory...... enjoy the scraps 😔😔

 You grunted as you walked through the cafeteria, trying to make your way out. for some reason, today was surprisingly full.

 a hand suddenly grabbed you, making you immediately pulled your own hand away. "ynnn, don't avoid my affection!" a familiar voice nagged you.

 you calmed down as you realized it was none other than your friend ji woon. "ugh, stop holding my hand out of the blue like that." he only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hand once again.

 "yknow people are gonna think we're dating if you keep holding my hand, right?" ji woon smiled brightly at you "i'd like that!" before you could respond a hand slung it's way around your shoulder.

 "where ya going without me?" xin hui suddenly appeared beside you. you side eyed him— annoyed at the two boys affections.

 "ugh let go of me already. I'm going back to my dorm. i'm too tired to deal with this right now.." your whining didn't do shit as they both were still glued to you.

 you immediately face planted on your bed, your bag and shirt on the floor. the two boys welcomed themselves into your dorm as they picked up your bag and shirt and put them where they were supposed to be.

the both of them lay next to you— their phones in hand as they continued doing what they were doing. you dozed off as the sound coming from their phone acted as white noise for you.

 "come on yn, you can take, can't you? just a little more, yes just like that, good boy.." xin hui muttered, your hair balled up in his fist. you batted your eyelashes up at him as you tried your best to fit him all into your mouth.

 suddenly, something big made its way into your hole. this startled you and xin hui took this opportunity to shove it all inside your mouth.

 "shit baby, so fucking tight for me.." ji woon gripped your ass and started smacking it. the pain mixed with pleasure made you see stars.

 meanwhile, ji woon and xin hui looked at each other as you continued grunting in your sleep. "should.. should we wake him up? sounds like he's having a real good dream..." ji woon said while recording a video of you lowkey moaning in your sleep.

 "shit that's so hot.." xin hui said while palming himself through his shorts.

 your eyes fluttered open as you looked towards the camera pointed your way. ji woon stopped recording and decided why not tease you a bit? who knows where it might lead?

 "dreaming about us? you were moaning like a bitch in heat earlier." you stared at him as if a deer that got caught in headlights. your mouth drew into a thin line as you looked down at your boner.

 ji woon and xin hui smiled to one another, a plan already set in their mind. 

 xin hui rubbed your stomach, his finger ghosting over your perked nipples. "shit you're a pervert or what?" xin hui teased. you pouted and shook your head, but they were not buying that.

 xin hui pinched your nipple, "lying's not good." a moaned escaped your mouth from this. your hand quickly shot up to cover any more noise that may come out your mouth.

 ji woon laid near your crotch, his head ever so near your boner. "come on baby.. admit it and we might help you out. just tell us, yn." xi hui hand never left your nips as he fondled with it, his eyes staring back at your own.

 you looked away and nodded— to embarrassed to even looked at them in the eyes.

 "that's a good boy." xin hui mused, the nick name making you more hard than you already was.

 your moans echoed through the dorm, the scent of sweat and sex filled the entire room.

"come on yn, you can take, can't you? just a little more, yes just like that, good boy.." xin hui muttered, your hairballed up in his fist. you batted your eyelashes up at him as you tried your best to fit him all into your mouth.

 you slowly but surely managed to fit him all in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. xin hui grunted as he looked down on you. "fuck.. attaboy."

 ji woon slowly entered into you, your hole welcoming him. you gagged around xin hui as your eyes rolled back. tears drop down your face as the pain and pleasure drive you over the edge.

 "shit baby, so fucking tight for me.." ji woon gripped your ass and started smacking it. the pain mixed with pleasure made you see stars. he began thrusting making you bounce your head on xin hui's cock. 

 xin hui threw his head back as he grunted. he began pulling your hair as he face fucked you. your tears now stained your face, cooling down your flush cheeks.

 "hah shit, ji woon this bitch's fucking crying." ji woon smirked and slowed down his thrust. going painfully slow. "my dick that good?" you nodded while clenching around him.

 who knows how many rounds later.. here you are passed out from exhaustion with their cum dripping out your hole and staining your lips and chin.

 ji woon and xin hui looked at each other as they admired what they did to you. "shit man.. i might get addicted to him..." xin hui nodded his head, agreeing with ji woon.

 "i mean, no pussy I've been in has been this tight! this guy truly takes the cake.." xin hui also commented. "speaking of cake have you seen his? gyat damn.."

[flowerbroom]

MDNI‼️

Headcanons (?) or hard thoughts

BI-HAN • Sub-Zero

Status: unedited

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Bi Han is rough.

Sex with him is on a different level.

Uses his powers for sure. Either on purpose or by accident.

He feeling it too, but is mostly focusing on you and how you’re taking him.

Shy reader - praise with a teaspoon bit of degradation.

Brat reader - full degradation - a salt of praise.

Always on top, if not, he’s f*ucking into you as you get tired from bouncing on him. Reverse cowgirl and cowgirl for the win-

Cowgirl - He loves seeing your hole begin to swell, your lube hole leaving a ring of c*m at the base of his c*ck.

Reverse Cowgirl - oh boy…. He sees the way your hole tightens around him, your sweaty bubble butt hitting his lower abdomen repeatedly.

If you lose energy, he’ll grab your ripped underwear that was still around your waist and placed off to the side resting around your butt. He’ll grab the wet and sweaty fabric, slamming and thrusting his hip into you again. Casein your orgasm and his.

“N…Not fairrr…” words slurred, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nearly eye crossing.

He’ll make you whine, whimper, moan, pant-

After cowgirl, he switch the position after seeing you struggling.

Doggy to Flatiron

His body is larger then yours. He’s stronger. His hands would be above your shoulders, squeezing the bed’s sheets as ice began to form under his palm.

You’re loud. Your bubble butt hitting his thighs and hips. Hitting your weakest spots repeatedly. You even bit into the sheet to muffle it but to no avail.

“I’m gonna-” your pleas muffled by you biting into the sheets. You gripped the sheet hard as your body bounced up and down against the large rich bed, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly.

Hand coverrrrrr-

You whined, moaned, whimpered close to your orgasm. The levels of your voice alarmed Bi Han almost immediately.

He back against yours, his hand covers your mouth aggressively as he works his hips even more. His head near yours.

“Stop being so loud, you’re gonna get us caught…” he growled into your ear. You could only whimper into his hand, tears began to form in your eyes.

“B…bi-” suddenly he grabs that back of your head, slamming your whole face into the pillow, this way, no one can hear you but him.

“To much..?” He teased, mat-pressing you now…

More then one round - maybe 3-4 rounds.

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That’s all I got. Part 2?

FLOWERBROOM

[yawneon]

luke with dionysus!reader where he tries to convince them to join him but reader has a good relationship with their dad so they can’t understand? 👉👈

THE PLEADS OF A SNAKE

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pairing : luke castellan x reader

summary : in which luke castellan tries to convince you the gods are evil, they are the sickly ones. right?

!!! : charlie luke not hot book buzzcut era coriolanus jason luke (but every version of luke is hot), unedited and unread (im so tired pls it’s 1 am), crazy luke, i love dadionysus

a/n : I FUCKING LOVE THIS PROMPT IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH LET ME FUCKING COOOOOOOK 😈😈‼️‼️‼️‼️

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

it was cold at camp, usually the days were warm throughout, but today was off. everything seemed off. the trees swayed in the wrong ways and the campers were messing everything up when you were teaching archery basics. today was weird.

you walk to the big house from the lake in camp, your mind wandering places much further than the boundaries in camp half-blood. you watched as the wind hit the grass and the leaves but today just didn’t seem… right.

a group of campers all huddle around a table at the arts & crafts building they all seem, weird?

maybe it was you. maybe you were tired and your mind was playing tricks on you. today was the day percy came back to camp, maybe it was that.

you walk down past the volleyball courts, a group of losing and very angry ares kid’s were versing a group of extremely sly and giggly hermes kids obviously riling the opposing team up. you walk past knowing you would have to split that up later.

the walk to the big house seemed almost ritual at this point. your father was the MR D, the big dog of camp half blood. being one of dionysus’ only children at camp currently you have been appointed to ahem, cabin 12 counselor which mainly consisted of telling your 2 brothers to shut up.

many campers envied you and your tight knit family relationship. having mr d as your dad wouldn’t seem the most optimal parent by seeing his fiery temper sometimes and his lack of effort to remember names but in reality you had hit the godly parent lottery.

although at times you don’t know if you should call him dad or mr d, a life with dionysus was never a boring one i give you that. from the game nights at the big house to being an all year round camper, you were eternally grateful to have such a funny yet theatrical dad.

-

the sunlight pans down onto the path infront of you, the smell of summer still lingers in the air despite winters call. the green grass swishes in the wind and the trees follow. you took in a deep breath before your eyes land on the big, blue house infront of you again.

your steps to the big house became faster, the crave for some fatherly advice becoming stronger. you push open the door and you look for your dad. you see him sat at a round table next to chiron and they play a game of cards. you sit at an empty chair and you sigh down.

“whats wrong with you?” dionysus furrows his eyebrows, his worry hidden by his pursed lips.

“dunno. something about today just seems so…” you try to explain but the words can’t come out and your brain gets all fuzzy trying to describe it.

“yeah. right.” mr d furrows his eyebrows further as another tight-lipped expression is following on his lips. chiron gives him a hardened look. his eyes saying comfort your child silently.

your dad pushes out a slight sigh and he looks up at you, “you’re probably just in your head, kid. go swing your sword around and i’ll organise something with your brothers tonight.” his face softens. dionysus wasn’t the best at showing his love, especially when he was banished to live and direct this camp but despite all that he always showed up as a father so you listened to him.

you nod quietly standing from the chair you were sat in. you say your goodbyes to the two men and you walk to the armory, the hair on your arms standing up as you do.

-

the sun begins to lower in the sky, yellow and orange paint the horizon beautifully. the bright sun sinks slowly behind the trees into the west. your walk to the armory was dreadfully uneventful, the scattered campers staying to themselves as you walk by. you had bent the main sword you use so the armory was your first stop instead of the arena.

you push the door to the armory open slowly.

dust flies into the air and light pours into the dark room from the doorway. you walk into the armory, the smell of rusted metals and bronze hitting you in the face quickly. you scrunch your nose in defiance to the smell and continue to look around.

your eyes landing on a spare sword. you reach up for it and pull it down slowly, your eyes landing on the blade. you stare into the reflection of the blade turning it in different angles to distort the sun.

twisting it one way then another and when you turn it to the left, you realise that your reflection is not the only one.

“luke?” you turn quickly out of shock. your head whips around and you jolt forward slightly getting a small freight.

“hi.” he says deadpanningly, his eyes are wide yet something was behind them. luke’s eyes did not look like his own today.

he looks like he was longing for something, a small twinge of regret hidden beneath his brown irises. regret and anguish.

you face him, a hand wiping over your forehead. “when did you get there?”. your eyes trail back down to the blade in your hands and your fingers run along the edge collecting dust along the pads of your pointer and thumb.

you let out a comforting breath and walk towards him, “seriously you almost gave me a heart attack” wiping the dirt from the sword onto your orange shirt. clouds cover the sun in the sky for a moment and the sunlight in the room dims as you look up at him trying to piece together the puzzle of his expression.

“go on a walk with me? i need to tell you something” luke musters out quickly, his hand whipping out to grab onto your arm. the squeeze he gives your bicep is a begging one, a begging cry for you to please say yes.

it’d be a lie if i said you didn’t have butterflies in your stomach right now. luke has something to tell you, alone. the kaleidoscope of butterflies (yes thats what a group of butterflies is called i googled it) flutter around hopelessly in the pit of your stomach and a light blush appears on your cheeks.

you give him a soft nod and purse your lips together before verbally agreeing, “alright..”

you’re the one that leads luke into the forest, a small talk conversation happening between the two of you. usually he’d be talkative and engaged in the moment but the way his jaw clenches and his muscles tense you can tell something is not right.

you and luke walk silently next to eachother into the dense forested area of camp half blood. the sword in your hand swishing at bushes beside you. you spare him a few glances before turning away.

you like luke castellan, honestly it was hard not to. he was helpful, he was kind, he was thoughtful and oh gods was he a sight to see. your eyes trail from the ground infront of you to the blade in your hand and then to luke only to find he was already looking at you.

“why’re you looking at me like that castellan?” you laugh it off softly hiding your bashful expression from him as you look to your feet. luke stops walking, his hand wrapping around your arm as he stops you too. he tugs you back gently his eyes conflicted.

luke’s eyes bore into yours and his mouth opens to speak but he seems doubtful for a moment. he steps towards you, the proximity between you and him closing.

lukes hand raises to touch your cheek but he hesitates.

he had never hesitated to touch you, to embrace you, to laugh with you. why now was he?

you and luke had been tightly knit ever since he came to camp. you were young when you were brought into camp, 3 years old. your mother had not enough resources to bare a child and in a plead of desperation your father had appeared to take you to camp. luke and you were the same age when he came to camp and the two of you caught on quite quickly, all a bit too well.

luke and you had this sort of push and pull relationship, you liked eachother but you weren’t in the most ideal place to date.

yeah sure, maybe you two would sneak out far past curfew ans swim in the lake together and perchance you two shared a kiss under the warm moonlight, his hands wrapped tightly around you as your own reach to his cheeks but no you two weren’t offical.

you were friends, right?

-

“whats up?” you look up at luke puzzled at his uncertain movements and his darting eyes. you catch his hand in your own before it could drop to his side. luke gulps silently, and he speaks.

“join me, love.” he rasps, a pleading almost hungry eyes on you.

“what?”

“j-“ he stutters his eyes becoming more erratic like he was itching to tell you he needed you.

“join me, the gods have failed us my love, join me and kronos.” luke’s hands grab onto your arms clutching at them tightly.

your hands however harden around the hilt of your blade as your eyes search his. “luke what the fuck are you saying?” you laugh out, not because you find it funny.. more because you’re lost, what did he mean?

“the gods have failed us! they have failed their children! they don’t care for us, they just want us to fight their battles!” he exclaims and you thought he was joking at first. joining kronos? the titan lord that ate his kids and was banished to tartarus? THAT kronos?

the moon becomes higher in the sky and the light from the sun fades as he breathes out shakily.

“luke what do you mean failed us?” you shake your head, the expression on your face fading from confused smile to just pure confusion. “luke the god’s where the only people who came for me, who cared for me.” your eyes drift down towards your sword and luke’s eyes follow yours. he notices the way your smile drops and the way confusion laces your tone.

luke takes a step back, his stare stiffening. “no no no, i don’t think you’re understanding what im saying.” he shakes his head now, his eyes going from your eyes to the sword in your hand. “i’m telling you.”

“join me and kronos, i am telling you to.. not asking.”

you’re head tilts and some sort of ache appears inside of you. the boy that you liked, that you loved is joining the army of the most evil and twisted being in tartarus. the boy that you would willingly give your heart to is joining kronos’ army.

you couldn’t wrap your mind around his words. the gods have failed us.

the gods have failed, us. the word ‘us’ in that sentence felt empty. luke knew that his words were a lie. the god’s have never failed you, your dad never failed you. luke knew by the way your eyes looked at him, he knew you would never agree.

“listen to me, i need you.” luke whines and pouts, its like if a switch flicked on in his brain. you take your own step back, you look him up and down. you didn’t see his backbiter sleathed tightly on his hip before. you take a gulp of your own and your eyes focus on his.

luke’s eyes darkened and a smile curls onto his lips, “you know i love you!” he insisted. the way his expressions changed from almost fearful, to demanding, to hungry and then to downright shrewd sent a chill down your spine.

the moon raises higher and higher, you don’t remember how long ago you walked into these woods with luke and gods you didnt even know if you’d walk back out. the one thing you did know however was that whatever luke was suggesting now, you’d never give into it.

“is this a joke? it has to be.” you let out a puzzled breath that you didn’t even register you were holding. the trees rustle against a gust of warmer wind and you furrow your eyebrows at luke. “join kronos? luke are you serious?” your voice comes out sounding more sour than intended.

“what? are you saying that the gods didn’t fail me? that my father does care?” luke’s voice raises, “you- !” his voice stops abruptly with a scoff, he was trying to hit you hard with a line like your dad doesnt care either! but oh boy would he be wrong. the way his face contorts and his fists clench you can tell he’s thinking harshly about something.

he let’s out a sigh and his irises dart quickly as he tries to think up something.

“darling, please. i need you. we can run away together, we can rule! we don’t need to be confined by the gates and the prophecies here! we can make our own, we can rule olympus, join me. it’s the only way.”

“luke you know that isn’t true,” you try and reason with him and your voice softens. it didn’t have to be like this, he didn’t have to be like this. “luke c’mon. talk to me. you don’t have to do this.” you go to take a step forward to touch him but his eyes meet yours in a sickly bitter glare.

his hand bolts to his sword and he reaches out pushing you to the ground, the point of the backbiter flush against your neck. the blade gleams in the moonlight, his reflection shining in the bronze.

“luke what is this?!” you breathe out shakily, your own sword trapped between the dirt and your hand.

“i’m sorry-“ he grieved down at you. “you weren’t listening to me.” luke runs his free hand through his brown curls.

“you need to come with me.” he presses the sword closer to your asophagus, “you are coming with me.”

the stars shine quietly down at the both of you. his heart broke a little by the way you looked at him. no butterflies present in your stomach. the only thing left were hollow cocoons of the once fluttering fleet of love.

“what happened to you luke?” your eyes squint at him holding back the tears that were threatening to fall down your cheeks and you tremble softly trying to understand what the fuck is going on. “we were so good to you.” your head shakes in disbelief. “luke i love you.”

his lip trembles and his eyebrows quiver at your words, he didn’t want this. he didn’t want to hurt you, luke tried to stop. he tried to supress the voice in his dreams egging him on, telling him that the gods were the evil ones. but the promise of letting you and him live on a beach house just like you mentioned was too good to pass up.

the more he gave in and the more he listened, the promises and the wishes became faded, the need to destroy the gods and to get back at his dad became irresistable. he had forgotten the most important thing, you.

in this moment he tried to convince himself that this was what needed to happen, luke needed to protect you. he needed to bring you with him and he needed you to trust him but the way your eyes scrutinized him tore his flesh from his bones and his heart right out.

before he could withdrawl the blade from your neck group of voices barked out from within the trees.

i saw them go this way!

quick! find them!

“come with me please. we don’t need the gods, my love. we need eachother! dionysus doesn’t love you like i do, i’ll always love you but once you leave camp you’ll become like all the rest of his children; forgotten.” luke blurts out demandingly and worriedly.

“forgotten?” anger grows on your face and luke knows he fucked up. yeah you didn’t inherit your dad’s eyes but gods, did you inherit his temper.

“i love you.” luke chants over and over his voice becoming more pleading but the more he says it the less he looks like he means it.

“me or kronos luke?” you grit out angrily and you observe as his face drops. as his eyes widen and look around nervously. you repeat your question and you’re shoulders tense, anger building up quickly.

the footsteps of campers near the two of you and the lights from their torches grow bigger and the calls of your name become more clear as they near. the concerned voices of your brother’s increasing in volume as luke stares at you in silence.

he looks to the lights of campers and back to you. luke opens his mouth to say something, the grip on the hilt of his sword slipping but he is quick to tighten it again.

luke turns on his heel and pushes off it attempting his escape, your own eyelids widen now and your jaw clenches. you reach out trying to pull him back, stupidly you grab the blade of his sword causing you to cut yourself. you bite back a pained groan and you give him a filthy glare as you clutch back your hand.

“coward!” you yell out, “fucking come back here!” you pull yourself up. before you could chase after him a hand grabs your shoulder.

your father peers down at you worry prominent on his eyes and he pulls you in tightly. “you kids,” he sighs into your hair lovingly and he squeezes you close “what am i going to do.” he whispers anxiously.

-

you’re sat around the table at the big house, your palm was attended to by an apollo kid quickly and your uninjured hand is held tightly by your brother, castor.

“luke is the lightning thief.” chiron grits out, his hine leg stomping.

you’re mind wanders off as you lose your focus on the conversation.

lukes words ran around your mind, ‘join me’, ‘you will be forgotten’, ‘i love you.’

you didn’t believe a word he said.

your lip trembles and your eyes close tightly stopping the tears from cascading down your face.

luke was the boy that would lean down to kiss your hands, the boy to smile at you so sweetly, the boy that would follow you into the dark. the way he looked at you so sourly and the way he gritted out his words.

that wasnt the luke you fell inlove with, that luke is gone. that luke packed up his things and took your heart with him.

and you’d be dammed to let him keep it.

-

@yawneon

[nobodywritingao3]

unnamed monster & caretaker au

Tasked with feeding and caring for the king's resident monster, Tommy is constantly overworked and fully expects to die before he's twenty. He has an odd relationship with the beast and makes it a point to keep details about himself private, but it's difficult when the creature is the closest thing in the world he has to a friend.

wordcount: 2.3k 🕸 read it on AO3

CW: - hard vore mention - soft vore mention - mentioned abuse and dehumanization

‼️‼️‼️ Unfinished, unedited one shot. Proceed with caution

@gracideaviolet sent me a writing prompt and this is what i originally wrote for it. i like the concept but i wrote this at a not-good time and when i reread it, i didnt like the quality enough to fix it. if you like this story, let me know cuz that might give me motivation to properly finish this thing. feel free to take the idea but please credit and send it to me cuz i like this story and wanna see what someone else does with it

Tommy finished loading the cart and took a second to breathe.

He heard the beast shifting around in the dark. "Are you doing okay out there, Sunshine?"

Despite his tiredness, the sweet nickname made him smile.

"You know you eat a lot? It's a pain in the ass to load myself."

He meant it as a joke but silence hung in the air a second longer than it should have.

He cleared his throat. "I don't mind it. I'm compensated."

The beast snorted. "Not enough."

Tommy laughed awkwardly and didn't say anything.

He walked over to the control panel and started up the track.

The cart was big enough to fit a barn, and filled to the brim with various livestock, prisoners of war, and whoever else might have found themselves on the king's hit-list. Nothing sent to the monster was alive. It was a point the monster whined about a lot, but Tommy much preferred it that way. It was already disgusting having to spend hours upon hours piling the cart with bloody meat (sometimes human!) by himself, and the day he was handed a living person would be the day he faked his death and fled the kingdom.

He pressed a few buttons, tried not to cut himself on several rusty levers, and the rail obediently started itself up with a few revs and puffs.

The beast hummed contentedly at the noise.

The cart began to run along the track, disappearing from his view and descending into the inky black cave. He heard the gate creak open and he heard it creak close. And then he heard the beast begin to eat.

They weren't nice sounds by any stretch of the imagination - ugly rips and wet squelches of flesh - but Tommy had been at the job for a while and was long used to it. He settled in and waited for the creature to finish its meal.

"So how was your day, Keeper?"

Tommy hummed. "About the same as it always is. My master told me that the king will be coming in soon for a performance review, but I've no idea when that might be."

The beast paused its munching before hesitantly starting again a moment later. "I - why?"

He shrugged, assuming the monster could see him from the dark. "Something about me holding down this job the longest out of anyone before."

"Hm."

"I don't understand why that would intrigue the king. And no offense to you personally - "

"Uh huh," the monster sarcastically interjected -

" - but this isn't exactly the career path I'd have chosen. If I knew how to transfer I probably would have. Honestly - I have no idea how the others could have quit this job. I was under the impression that this is the sort of thing you do until you die."

It laughed at that.

Tommy sighed.

He was quiet for a few moments, a question sitting heavy on his tongue.

He shouldn't ask. It's impolite.

The monster shifted around. "Spit it out."

He gave the darkness an accusatory look. "I don't know what you're talking about."

There was a huff of laughter. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're doing that thing where you want to say something but are worried about what I'll think. It would be adorable if I wasn't desperate for decent conversation."

"Fuck you." He said it with a smile.

"Well? Are you going to say or not?"

He scrubbed at his face. Fuck it. "What were your other keepers like?"

The beast went silent for several long moments.

Shit. "You don't have to answer if you - "

"I didn't much care for them."

Tommy didn't say a word.

"The feeling was mutual." It sighed heavily. "You're a much better replacement, Sunshine."

"I'm sorry for asking."

The beast purred. "Don't be, dear. I pressed you. And I don't mind answering." It jostled the cart. "And I'm done eating."

Tommy nodded and powered up the control panel again. The cart began to recede. 

It appeared from the darkness, picked completely clean and shiny as if it never been covered in blood at all.

It scared him a little, how quickly the monster could eat such a large amount, but he dismissed those thoughts as easily as they came. When would that ever affect him?

He checked the clock. He still had a few hours before he had to report back. "Do you mind if I stay with you longer?"

The monster laughed conspiratorially. "Oh, but that's against the rules," it said in a high mockery of his voice.

He flushed.

He had been terrified of the monster when they first met. He gave any excuse to leave the beast as soon as he could, including that the rules specified that spending unnecessary time with it was prohibited. That was true, but no one would have known if he chose to linger. In hindsight, it had been terribly obvious how afraid he was and he's only embarrassed that the monster pretended to believe him.

"You're the worst."

"And you still want to spend time with me?"

Tommy blew a raspberry at the darkness, earning a few laughs.

It was comfortably quiet for a few seconds before the monster spoke again. "Why are you curious about my old keepers?"

He tugged at his fingers. "Do you know how I ended up here?"

"You never talk about it."

He frowned. "And I never will," he responded coldly. It never gave up asking. "But do you know, generally, how someone ends up working this kind of job?"

The monster was quiet. "Yes."

Tommy didn't say anything for a minute. "The king is very angry with me. I don't want to see him again. However the other keepers escaped..." He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. If the king requests an audience with me, it isn't for any good reason."

~

When the king acquired his monster, he hired out help to feed the thing and keep it under control. He made sure the beast ate lavishly, but now matter what they fed it, it never seemed like to satiate the creature. But it hadn't died of starvation and that was good enough. When its caretakers started to disappear, it wasn't difficult to guess what happened.

But acknowledging the problem would mean addressing it too, and the king simply didn't care. In the end, he realized he had the perfect way to quietly do away with those he needed gone. He sourced this job, with its one hundred percent rate of 'job abandonment' to political adversaries or people growing affluent enough to take his throne.

Which takes him to the present day, and a rather interesting problem.

When some servant boy had spilled a bottle of red wine down his front during a gala several years prior, the king had been so angry that he threw the child in a dungeon and left him there. When the monster's then-keeper inevitably disappeared, the king came to the boy and grimly informed him of his punishment.

He hadn't expected the child to last more than a couple of days. He'd even picked out his replacements.

But lo and behold, the boy remained present at his job post for a week. And then that week became several, and those several became months, and those months became a year and a half.

The king couldn't understand why it hadn't eaten him yet. He was fifteen at this point, certainly the youngest to feed the monster. Was it waiting for him to grow up? Did it want to watch him sprout up before it made its attack? It was perfectly sentient, and the king knew this even though he denied it upfront. Shouldn't the monster trust that the sooner it finished its current keeper, the sooner he would be replaced by another?

Had there been someone who had managed to bring this creature to subservience? If so, then the king took special interest.

And if not, then it was long overdue that the servant boy be put to death.

~

Being a human's lapdog wasn't a dignified experience, but it was a fed one. Driders were megafauna, making it hard to get enough food. It certainly didn't help that the human kingdom believed everything was its rightful property and saw driders as a threat to them owning more than they could eat.

Wilbur certainly didn't enjoy his life, and he was almost always hungry anyway, but at least he was alive.

He lived in a dungeon below the castle, but he wasn't sure what a castle was and he barely understood the concept of a dungeon. He hadn't seen the sunshine in years, and his keeper was his only company.

He liked his keeper. The boy was kind. He didn't threaten to pee in Wilbur's food or throw rocks at him. He asked him how his day was, and even made it a point to handle the meat carefully as he transported it into the cart. He seemed lonely, and made up excuses to stay. He was a cute little thing, and Wilbur wanted to stick him into his brooding pouch and keep him there.

~

The cart rolled into Wilbur's enclosure, and he greedily snatched it up and began to eat.

His keeper sat at a table in the light.

Wilbur finished his food in a few seconds and toyed with the cart. He always made it seem as if it took him longer to eat than it did.

"Do you have a family?"

The boy froze at the question. "Why do you ask?"

Wilbur pouted even though he knew he couldn't be seen. "We've known each for so long. I don't even know what your name is. Can't I know just a little?"

His keeper awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with his fingers. "Oh... I guess you're right."

Wilbur's heart leapt.

"I don't have a family."

"Oh." Shit.

"Yeah."

What was he supposed to say?

"I don't have a family either."

His keeper peered into the darkness. "What are you?"

Wilbur smiled. He skittered to the bars of his cage and leaned against them, towering over the boy, though he had no idea. "Would you like to play twenty questions?"

"You're so lame, seriously, what are you? I don't even know what you look like."

I could show you, he wanted to say.

Coming out of his cage was easy. The king assumed it could hold him but no one actually checked. And aside from his keeper, no one had been in his dungeon for years. In reality, the bars had long been bent open and Wilbur could get out whenever he pleased.

It wouldn't be difficult to come through the bars and present himself to his keeper. Pick the little figure up in his hands and take him into his cage with him.

When he'd eaten his previous keepers, they'd always been replaced. If he captured his current keeper and stored him away in his brooding pouch, then he'd never be lonely again.

It was tempting.

"That's probably for the best," he said. He stepped away from the bars of his cage and curled up on the floor.

He liked his keeper. He wanted him to be happy. Just because Wilbur was stuck in a cage didn't mean he had to be as well.

"Do you think I'd be scared of you?"

Wilbur looked down at himself, at his large stature and eight legs. His fangs came down to his mid chin. "I think you'd be terrified, dear."

His keeper smiled. "I don't think so. I have a suspicion that you're just harmless."

His heart melted. Oh stars, he wanted to eat this kid.

He massaged his aching brood pouch. "You're sweet, Sunshine."

~

The cart was left in his cage while he was sleeping. He woke up confused, spying it in the corner of his enclosure and wondered why he'd been fed overnight. Where was his keeper? His mind jumped to the worst conclusions.

He found him inside the cart. Bound and gagged and looking terrified beyond all reason.

"Oh, Sunshine," he murmured.

His words had the opposite intended effect, his keeper starting to panic and writhe at the sound of his voice.

"Hey, hey... Calm down, okay? I'll get you out of there." He reached into the cart and picked him up in his hand.

Despite the circumstance, his heart soared. This was the closest they'd ever been.

The figure was tiny in his palm, and still struggling.

Wilbur quickly undid his bounds, being mindful of his sharp claws against the human's body. As soon as his hands were free, he was clawing at the gag around his mouth.

"Don't eat me! Please, do not eat me..."

Wilbur's stomach dropped.

"What? Sunshine, why would I eat you?"

The boy continued to sob.

Wilbur cupped him to his chest and headed towards the bars of his enclosure. He expertly clambered through and came out the other side, his skin exposed to the light for the first time in more than a year.

"Dear? Can you talk to me?" He stroked his head with his thumb and brought him eye level. "Why were you in my feeding cart?"

His keeper stared at him in shock, and it was then that he remembered his keeper had never truly seen him before.

A hot wave of embarassment and self consciousness overtook him.

He awkwardly set his little human on his table and receded back into his enclosure.

"Sunshine?" He prompted once back in his cage. "Are you..."

"Could - could you get out the whole time?"

Wilbur's mouth went dry. "I - well, yes, I could but - "

His keeper stumbled off the table and hit the ground with a nasty sounding crack.

Wilbur sprang to his claws and scrambled forward. He popped his head out between the bars and stared down at his little keeper. "Are you okay?"

The human stared up at him with terror on his face and scrambled backwards, running for the door.

"Shit, shit, wait, I'm sorry! Please stay, please, Sunshine - "

The door slammed behind him with a resounding crack and Wilbur flinched backwards.

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i used to love drider aus back in 2020 🕷️🕷️🕷️

just a freaky little guy whose half dude and half Fear. potential off the charts.

my tag list got lost when my computer was annihilated (</3) but let me know in replies if you want to get @'d and i'll make a new one

oh yeah link to the writing prompt and story i did fill out

[vhstown]

gwen stacy ★ general headcanons

content/warnings: mentions of underage drinking, implied & mentions of death

a/n: hey 😁 a levels beating my arse. thx 2 @qiupachups 4 helping w these 🫡 give it up for gwendy ‼️ (unedited)

Gwen is a collector — but not of collectibles. She has a secret empire of the most random things, and is thoroughly embarrassed when anyone finds it: tickets, pins, soda can tabs, cool-looking clothing tags, mismatched hair clips, paper clips, little things stolen from school, etc. Anything she things is remotely interesting has a place in a very specifically organised box under her bed, tucked away from the world and taken out occasionally to be adjusted or stared at. It's essentially the same as being a collector, right...?

She had a fashion hobby she grew out of, but it re-kindles when she has to design a suit for herself. Initially, it's made up of thermal sportswear but she comes up with actual designs at some point, modifying it overtime to include the hood and to integrate it with her ballet slippers.

When it comes to art, Gwen's style would be a lot like a fashion student's. I headcanon her to have aphantasia so her main strength is drawing clothing, and a lot of her drawings are based on herself as a reference (she can literally only draw herself well...) Rather than a sketchbook, she has a journal that's also full of photographs and writing as well as her drawings, and the occasional crumpled up drum score.

Has a knack for sewing and customises some of her clothes, though it's more personal touches and the occasional crop rather than completely overhauling a piece of clothing. Everyday items of hers have at least a little embroidery or design on them and she likes doing patterns on like bags and converse for her friends. Wants to make plushies and things but always manages to get distracted so there's a bunch of unfinished projects in her closet. (I would totally buy from her on Etsy though 😁)

Gwen did ballet as a kid and developed the enraging habit of cracking EVERY joint in her body. She's the mf that twists in the chair in front of you and stares deep into your soul while cracking her back. Cracks things you don't even know you could crack without shame my girl is a whole instrument 😭

Ballet is something her dad pushed her towards, alongside music (though he preferred she did something more traditional). Initially Gwen did feel out of place in her classes. A lot of the other children at her classes were already well-versed in it, and a lot of times she found she wanted to quit. Only after learning that her mom Helen did ballet did she willingly pick it up again at an older age, incorporating the technique into her fighting style.

Gwen used to play a few different instruments as a kid but none of them really stuck. For a while, she thought she hated music when she did piano and the recorder, but when she got her hands on a drumkit at her school and a couple lessons, she knew it was the one.

Her drumming is definitely more freestyle, and even though she's good she has a lot of problems with her high energy, spontaneous and emotive style. That means she breaks her drumsticks ALL the time. There's no way she's banging all that out on the drums without an unfortunate snap or two, so she always keeps another pair handy. She's broken her drumsticks so much that there's a collection of them torn up at the bottom of her bag (she never bothers to throw them out, and might've given herself a splinter reaching in to find something 💀)

Speaking of drumsticks, she has one lucky pair she uses for important performances, carrying them practically everywhere. They've essentially rotted in their fancy little fabric case since she'd gottem them, the custom "GWENDOLYN MAXINE STACY" imprinted on it having almost completely eroded away.

Though, she's only ever used them once; her dad had bought them for her for a school performance, which she had to bail last minute when her Spider-sense suddenly activated. Running off to fight a villain not a street away, Peter Parker follows her, and he realises just who Spider-Woman really is.

While she was planning to use them at her prom performance with her band... that never happened. After that, everything reminded her of that night, and her relationship with The Mary Janes dwindled until she quit altogether. The band only lasted a few months prior, and since they never got to perform at prom, Gwen found herself playing for no reason at all, other than to get rid of her pent-up energy and forget about the fact that she's basically a wanted criminal.

When she's living in Hobie's universe, she ends up breaking her "lucky" drumsticks and is, understandably, a little shattered by it, but Hobie gets her another pair, "GWENDY" written in mismatched letters on the side. That "G" was definitely a last-minute addition, though. He also teaches her how to stop breaking them so often. "Bit of advice — use the wrists, not just the arms."

Gwen's definitely not meant to drink, so whenever Hobie goes to the pub he makes sure not to, suggesting his friends don't get pissed out of their minds either (though she might steal a sip of something fruity now and again.)

Hobie takes her to gigs all the time, and sometimes she drums for his ones. The first time she does it, she's nervous of course, but her sound immediately gets the crowd going and it's the talk of the town for a week straight (and her drumsticks didn't break!)

There's no shortage of junk food, of course. Just like all the takeout she'd have back at home, Hobie would make sure to take her around all the local spots. Although it's not exactly the same, anything beats the plasticky cafeteria food in 2099. Stopping for a kebab or two in the middle of anomaly-hunting isn't really against the rules anyway.

Gwen is friendly with pretty much everyone in the Spider-society because everyone knows who "Gwen Stacy" is, but she never really wants to meet another version of herself (given how unsettling it is with context). Also very awkward around any MJs — or Peters. Peter B essentially being an older 65!Peter definitely freaks her out a little at first.

Misses Miles, obviously, and probably had something she wanted to make for him back in her universe that she could never retrieve. Maybe when she gets Hobie's watch she'll bring it along with her — would Miles like a knitted neckwarmer?

SO best friends with Margo. Her tech lets Gwen see into her universe sometimes (Miguel wouldn't let her 😞) and Margo is super keen on learning about her universe. They both hang out with Peni and it's a fun little girl trio (Peni totally takes them to her universe to see all the giant mechs 😁 "Girls night!" BOOM!)

Number 1 girlfail. She hasn't broken those new drumsticks yet! But drumming can wait — and all those projects at the back of her closet, and her unresolved dispute with MJ and the band, and her dad at home. Going from her small world to having an entire multiverse against her and her friends, Gwen's got one hell of a show to put on, right?

“I never found the right band to join, so I started my own, with a few old friends.”

“You want in?”

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@phoenixinthefiles (it's cause of you im always writing hcs 😭😭😭 /pos)

hi bunklies 😁 ive been averaging like 4h of sleep cuz of skl but ill fix up soon trust... hope you are all doing okay ! ive never written anything for gwen before so i hope this is an okay start lol

atsv masterlist here! reblogs always appreciated :) see u around <3

[if-mirrormine]

two of a feather

summary: grayson discovers that he and the mc are more alike than he originally thought.

pairing: yandere!grayson x yandere!mc

word count: 1332

warnings: mentions and descriptions of blood, violence, death, murder. DO NOT READ THIS IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

based on the ask: i know it's been a long time since the last yandere grayson ask but. I miss my man ☹️☹️‼️ so.... could i ask maybe...... yhhh.... yandere grayson reaction to an yandere mc please ? 🙏

**unedited//hey look its jake, remember him? it's okay if you dont, he's not gonna be around long enough for it to matter teehee**

there's something wrong with mc. grayson is certain of it. they're grumpy and quiet, a frown sitting perpetually on their face. he just can't figure out why.

sitting across from them in the library, he's long neglected the assignment before him. he studies their face; the slope of their nose, the crease between their eyebrows, the pout on their lips. an image of perfection that he's got burned into his memory. he just can't stand the stony silence.

"alright," he says, breaking the silence as he pushes his books and stationery to the side to focus on his best friend. he leans across the desk on folded arms and watches them with an intense focus. "tell me what's wrong."

"what are you talking about?" they mumble, barely glancing away from the computer screen in front of them. "everything is fine."

he narrows his eyes at them. "tell that to your face," he replies. he leans down further, his chin resting on his arms as he attempts to meet their eyes. look at me, he demands. please just look at me.

when they still don't say anything, he heaves a sigh. "you can't act all cagey and weird forever," he says, his fingers tapping against the table top. "i'll get you talking eventually."

as if his words magically flipped a switch in them, they suddenly stop typing and turn to face him, a pointedly blank expression on their face and he raises his eyebrows at them. "do you like jake?" they ask, the words tumbling out of their mouth in a such a rush that they immediately begin talking again. "i mean, its not that i- well, after last night i just thought- do you like him?"

and just like that, it finally makes sense to him. his little dove is jealous. he should've seen it sooner, what with their mopey attitude making its appearance just after jake had kissed him. he'd initially assumed that it was just because they were drunk but now it all makes sense. although they don't have any reason to be jealous. as far as first kisses go, it wasn’t all that bad but jake isn't his type. that begins and end with you.

grayson struggles and fails to hide the teasing smile that appears on his face, and the mc's frown deepens at the sight of it. "why do you ask?" he questions, tilting his head at them. "something you want to tell me, mc?"

they chew on their bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement, wishing it was his teeth instead. he lets the silence hang in the air, waiting for their answer with bated breath.

"i just... know he likes you is all," they say softly before resuming their typing.

he leans back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest and his teasing grin melts into a satisfied smirk. now this is an interesting development. perhaps one he can use to his advantage.

"really?" he asks, keeping his tone light as he picks up a pen to fiddle with. "maybe i should give him a call."

they inhale sharply at that and he quickly raises a hand to hide his smile. just as quickly, they begin to pack up their things, shoving books and stationery and loose papers into their backpack in such a haste that grayson worries they'll forget something. "i'll see at you at home," they say quickly as they jump out their chair, knocking it over in the process.

he watches them all but run out of library before he turns his attention to the computer they'd been using. what had started out as a promising essay had turned into a single word repeated over and over again that has his smile widening. mine.

it's been hours since he's last heard from the mc. he can't help but worry about them; they're his little dove. it's his job to protect them. so when later comes and they're still not home, what other choice does he have but to go out and find them?

and he knows exactly where to look.

the sun has set by the time he arrives at the fraternity and grayson walks straight up to the front door, letting himself in as if he owns the place. he's only been here once before, a party back in his first year, so it'll take some time to find jake's room but he doesn't mind. he's got nothing but time after all.

his search takes him to the first floor and he finds that it ends just as quickly as it begins. not only are the rooms labelled, elegant golden plaques adorning the wood and stating the purpose of everything laying beyond it, but there's also the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from behind the door at the end of hallway. shoving his hands in pockets, he takes his time walking over to it and smiling at the plaque reading j. sutherland when he comes to a stop in front of it.

truth be told, grayson doesn't know what he'll find inside - from what he can hear, it's something of a fight - but his excitement is building, bubbling just below the surface. what has the mc done? what are they capable of? how far are they willing to go? he's practically buzzing with anticipation.

neither of them even notice when he pushes open the door and steps into the mess that used to be jakes bedroom. he surveys the room in critical silence; a broken lamp in the corner, a toppled over desk chair, mc shoving jake against the wall and pressing a kitchen knife against his neck.

grayson's heart swells at the very sight. his best friend is bruised and bloody, chest heaving and covered in sweat but they're the most beautiful that grayson has ever seen them and he commits the image to memory.

the seconds seem to slow when jake's eyes flick over to him and they widen at the sight of him, his plea for help unsaid but clear as day on his own battered face. but it's already too late.

gray doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything to stop them. he simply watches on in awe and adoration as the mc drags the knife across jake's skin, unflinching as they're hit with a spray of blood. they push the blade in deeper, the man's blood gushing over them like a torrent of rain and grayson has to suppress a groan.

after what feels like an eternity, they take a step back, jakes body hitting the floor the same time as the knife. mc tilts their head back and shuts their eyes for the moment, attempting to catch their breath. finally, they look up to see him standing in the doorway and they freeze in place. a deer caught in headlights.

"it's not what it looks like," they try, their voice desperate as they wipe their bloody hands on their jeans. graysons eyes follow the movement, practically salivating at the sight and he's not even listening to everything else his best friend is saying in their defense.

his feet are moving again, towards them without hesitation, and while they're still desperately trying to explain themself, he sweeps them into his arm and crashes his lips to theirs. fierce. rough. uncaring of the blood smearing across his face, of the taste of copper on his tongue. he simply pulls them closer, tangles his fingers in their hair and shares his last breath of oxygen with the only person he'll ever love.

it's all too soon that they pull away and he immediately wants to kiss them again. he wants to kiss them from now until the end of time. and now he knows that he can.

sparing a glance at the dead body at his feet, he cups their face in his hands and offers them a soft, loving smile. "well," he starts, his voice low and gravelly, as he caresses their face. "looks like my little dove isn't so innocent after all."

[peach-colored-petals]

‼️NSFW MINORS DNI‼️

Pairings: Hanma Shuji x Afab reader!

CW: pet names such as, baby, angel girl, sweetheart, Hanma calls himself Daddy, finger fucking (reader receiving), finger sucking (Hanma receiving) slight fluff at the beginning!

Unedited, wrote this whole thing in one go💀

AN: head empty no thoughts, only Shuji's pretty fingers and hands. That's it, that's the post <3

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Just thinking about Hanma's pretty fingers:((

Hanma didn't really think much about his hands, or fingers at that. But once you accidentally voiced out how much you loved them, something inside of him clicked.

When you both are lounging around on the couch or bed he sneaks his hand up your shirt. The rough pads of his fingers gently skimming across your soft skin, not rough but just enough where you can feel all of his touches. 'Sin' resting against your hip, squeezing the soft flesh and 'Punishment' dancing across your skin.

He'll never voice it out, but pretty please play with his hands:( He watches you with a fond and soft look as your small hands mess around with his larger ones. It's moments like these where he can relax the most, his mind at peace knowing you're crazy about him just as he's crazy about you♡

When you guys are in public he's always holding your hand, gently squeezing it here and there just cause he loves the feeling of you. If he catches some guys staring at you, he'll stare right back at them, 'Sin' suddenly at your throat, making you look up at him and 'Punishment' finding comfort locked in your hair while pressing a rough and needy kiss to your lips. All while keeping eye contact with the bastards who couldn't take their eyes off of you.

Cheeky shit does this cause he knows it turns you on to an ungodly extent. He'll pull away, gently cupping your cheek with his 'Sin', a shit eating smile on that handsome face you love so much while the rough pad of his thumb gently caresses your bottom lip

"What's with the look angel girl? Just wanted to show those fuckers who you belong to ♡"

Somewhere tucked away in your wallet you have a Polaroid of Shuji. His pretty fingers adorned in gold rings, having a grip on your neck that he oh so kindly marked up with hickies and love bites. That night was something unforgettable to the both of you

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"Sh-Shuji please! Your fingers.. Please.. I want them.." You whined, body twitching under him and ridden with over stimulation. The way his fingers skimmed across your soaked clit, occasionally dipping into your needy hole to fuck you with his ring clad fingers.

It was a lot to process for you, brain all hazy and fucked out, everything was so fuzzy. Except the feeling of his pretty hands and fingers.

'Sin' and 'Punishment' gleaming under the soft glow of the red LED lights in your room, the slick sheen of your saliva and cum coated the black ink on his hands. Shuji smiled at the gorgeous sight under him.

"Come on pretty baby, I know you can beg better than that yeah?" Shuji smiled, a predatory glint in his honey eyes, a tinge of excitement flashing behind them as he continued to watch you writhe and try and fuck yourself on his fingers. "Where do you want my fingers baby? In that pretty mouth? Or in that pretty cunt of mine hm?"

You let out a strangled cry as it was near impossible to form a coherent thought, hips desperately grinding down on his fingers so it would hit the right spot, but it was no use. You couldn't do it on your own, you would've hated Shuji for making you wait, but the pain of being on edge made that knot in your belly tighten so fucking good.

"Both.. Shuji I want your fingers in your mouth and your cunt" You had managed to choke out with tears, pretty doe eyes looking up at the beautiful man above you, lips nearly wobbling into a pout "Daddy please.. Please fuck me with your fingers.." A breathy, broken moan slipped past your lips, head too far gone to even care at how needy you were being. All you knew was Shuji. He was the air you breathe and the blood that flows through your body. And right now you needed him, so much you had thought about falling to your knees and worshipping the ground he walked on.

"My mouth and my cunt, huh angel girl?" Shuji would repeat back to you, his thumb gently rubbing your bottom lip. Blood immediately rushing down to his painfully throbbing cock but — he paid no mind to that — especially when you were giving your all to him. His smile went soft, hearts damn near floating in his eyes as he lovingly caressed your cheek. His heart that he didn't realize he had, until he met you, swelling so much within his chest he was sure it would explode.

"That's right my sweet baby.. All mine.. Now stop your pretty whining sweetheart cause daddy's gonna give you what you want" Shuji smiled brightly as his index finger and middle finger plunged right into your mouth to suck on, three fingers also plunging right into your puckering hole and fucking you good like you had asked for. Shamelessly moaning at the feeling of your tongue lapping and sucking on his fingers as you would with his cock, his pretty little cunt sucking him in so good.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, every ounce of self control had dissolved in your body. Pussy clenching and sucking him in, enjoying the feeling of his long and pretty fingers rubbing at that special spot that made you see stars. Finding comfort at sucking away at the fingers that were lodged in your mouth — it was pure heaven —. The man, the self proclaimed Reaper, was making you feel so heavenly you were certain your heart was gonna stop due to the pure pleasure he was giving you. Hips thrusting down in time to meet with his hands, that knot growing unbelievably tighter. Your legs began to shake as choked moans made it out of your mouth, spit running down the side while you clawed at the soaked sheets beneath you.

"Shuji.. S-Shuji Daddy I'm gonna cum..! Fuck fuck fuck fuck-!!" You managed to choke out while his fingers worked both of your holes, pleasure so good you were nearly seeing white.

"That's it baby, give it to me. Give it to daddy okay? You've been such a good sweet girl, you deserve to cum all over my fingers, all over your fingers, angel baby~" Shuji pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, eventually resting his against yours. His fingers began to move in and out of your soaked and clenching pussy faster and faster. Nothing but the slick squelching sounds of his fingers in your pussy, choked moans and grunts filled the room.

With your legs shaking, your hips arched up into his hands, eyes rolling as far back as they can go, you had finally reached your high. Mind going blank as your vision began to go white with stars exploding, body coming to a still while you squirted all over his pretty hands. His name coming out of your mouth like a mantra, not even realizing you were calling out for him.

Shuji smiled as he removed his fingers, looking down at your beautiful fucked out form and licking his fingers clean of your saliva and cum. Eyes slightly rolling back as he let out a deep groan at the taste of you.

The painful throbbing of his cock had died down, not even realizing he had came in his own boxers just from pleasuring you. Looking down, he saw that large wet spot in his dark grey boxers, then grinning like a maniac with a little giggle.

"Only you can make me go this crazy, pretty baby♥︎"

[nomorethoughts]

i cannot understand how etho and iskall are still a rarepair. there’s!! so!! much!! content!! we’ve got season 8 when we bases together, and holy shit we cannot be sleeping on how much time they spent together in hermitcraft vault hunters!

this is just a one page screenshot of iskall’s second channel full of unedited vault runs. in this one page alone, we’re looking at 6 separate videos of iskall and etho running vaults together! there’s lots more like this on this channel too, plus etho often features in the vault hunters episodes on iskall’s main channel. so we’re not starved of source material by any means!!

and genuinely, their playful rivalry is such an entertaining dynamic to watch. they have such a perfect balance of competitiveness and teamwork, and they’re just such an awesome duo!

so anyways this is my call to hermitshipping tumblr to wake up‼️‼️ y’all are missing out‼️‼️

[honeynclove]

noble bell npc hcs

me n @localanimeidiot’s hcs that we’ve been working on since like…. mid October 😭😭 sprite edits were done by us both

robinette auclair - student council aide

transfem lesbian <3 18 NO IDEA what a student council aide does but I googled it and got… nothing! so in my mind she does what a treasurer does which is maintain financial records / work with the budget / plan fundraisers etc she lives close to the school in the city with her mother <3 they originally lived in a small town near fleur city when she was little and moved after the death of Robin’s father to be closer to family and so her mother could get a better job her mom either owns a local business or works high up in a big one and helps sponsor school events + taught Robin how to handle money properly and is partially why Robin got the treasurer spot very silly but also very competent has a gf based off of esmerelda ‼️ CANNOTTT flirt for shit tho. girl is NOT smooth she is very fashionable though :]

august lavigne - student council vice president

transmasc 18 as well gay and in love with Rollo Flamme 🤢 idk it’s just a silly (not) unrequited crush he’ll probably get over it hopefully Lives in that same small town mentioned before, more specifically though it’s based on the town from beauty and the beast and we hc Vargas to be from there along with many ocs!! his family owns a small winery that dates back a few generations his family is HUGE tons of cousins aunts and uncles etc has a tooth gap and is insecure about it, covers his mouth partially when he laughs he had braces to fix it, but stopped wearing his retainer after and the gap came back his home is like… an hour drive from nbc so he stays in the dorms

best friends !!!

were originally childhood friends when they were little they would play in the vineyards together <3 WERE HEARTBROKEN WHEN ROBIN HAD TO MOVE <//3 they don’t recognize each other when they meet again at NBC, but they do become fast friends one day one of them shows a childhood photo and the other goes… “HEY THATS ME” …/hj probably bc they were little still identified with their agab and added to the whole not recognizing each other thing attached at the hip it’s rare to see them without the other because robins family lives in the city she’ll go back to her home over the weekends instead of staying at the dorms and her mom insists August stays with them <3 her mom ADORES august rollo not so much Augusts family returns this kindness and invites Robin and her mom over during holiday breaks <3 overall very wholesome

…

greenish-black hair? yellow eyes??? bird name???? potential history of deadbeat dadism?????? ( cough malleus cough ) MAYBE HER DAD ISNT DEAD /j 😭😭 I pinky promise Crowley isn’t her dad

if anyone actually read this who wants part two and three 😬😬 also I posted this unedited and unchecked so if there’s any errors do please ignore

[ramu-ego]

Hey, dear !! How are you??

first of all, your works ? They’re literally so AMAZING. I was so lucky to stumble across your blog 😭

I just received the notification - you’re doing an event ?!?!? (Happy denji-cuddles noises)

But…. For the request, how about Bachira, Boobs/chest/nipples and pegging ?

I‘m literally screaming whenever you post , it’s so rare to find a fem!dom writer. 💕

Most important, don’t rush yourself. Take a break whenever you need it ‼️ Have a lovely day/weekend ❣️

why you guys have me on notifications pls this is just a horny little mess blog you're too sweet to me 😭 I leave and always come back bc god damn there needs to be femdom in fandoms I'll keep chugging till the day I day 😤 Pls I hope you enjoy your Bachira ♡

event ~ ♡ (closed) cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, pierced!Bachi, strap/cockwarming, pain play, nipple piercings, sexual content, unedited word count: drabble character(s): Meguru Bachira

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

Writhing on your strap there was nothing Bachira could do as you flicked your fingers over the his nipple. Clinking the chain against itself as it remained draped over his pale sternum. Stirring such a deep throated groan from the striker that all he could do was tip his head back and shudder. Hips gyrating on the toy to no avail.

"Please..." He managed such a meager plea through chapped dry lips.

"Please....what?" You twisted your finger in the linking chain. Forcing the piercings they were anchored to, to tug on his rosy nipples. Pulling them downwards under pressure. Tugging the skin they were pierced through and making Bachira utterly loose it while having nowhere to go. Left to desperately grind on your silicone strap, "I can't ready your mind Meguru."

"Please tug on them harder!" He croaked under the wave of pleasure swooping in to leave his mind fuzzy, "Please please please-"

Drowning begging falling past his lips Bachira's back dipped in just as he grabbed for fistfuls of your sides. Anything to hold onto while his toned cored did the heavy lifting of swirling himself around on the toy. Stirring his own insides up in desperation with just the tiniest bulge of his belly. Signalling how beautifully deep your toy was rearranging the needy soccer player's guts.

"Your so needy..." You looped your fingers once more in the cool metal. Lifting it off his chest in the process but forcing his nipples to strain even harder. Tightening your grip on his little tether as his nipples suffered the consquences.

Bachira reveling in painful mix invading his senses. Turning his stomach upside down while his nipples burned and the rest of his breast ached for more. Drooling snail trail of precum rolling like a crystal clear bead down the underside of his neglected cock. Raging purple and red head being abused just like his nipples were being. But only from pure neglect. As his entrance twitched around the base of your strap and his insides swallowed your toy up. All he could do was throw his head back and run his fingers desperately through his curls. Bachira certain right then and there you could spend an eternity torturing his overly sensitive nipples and he'd never need you to touch his cock again.

[dadonbabysworld]

His Pup (starring Jeongin)

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at smut and making a header picture for my writing. I was suddenly inspired. This was the hardest thing I’ve wrote yet. I probably won’t become a mainly smut page but please tell me if you like it ✨🤗 this is unedited so possible mistakes

Warnings: cheating {sort of}, drinking/ alcohol consumption, jealous ex bf, explicit language including cursing, intercourse, afab! reader, pet play, breeding, dacryphilia, desperation, creampie, cum eating, and thongs.

Word Count: 3,313

Genre: Smut ‼️

It hadn't been long since you met Jeongin. You were a regular person in his eyes, and vice versa. That was his favorite thing about you. Also, that you didn't know Jeongin was an idol by the way he approached you in the club the night you met.

"Another round for us please" He asked the bartender. He was out with three other men you later found out are Jisung, Hyunjin, and Minho. They all were attractive, but Jeongin just seemed to stand out to you.

The bartender came and bought them the fifth round of shots. They counted down before taking the shots together; you were staring a little when he saw you for the first time out his peripheral.

You sipped your cocktail as you watched them: intrigued. You didn't have many male friends, so you didn't know how their interactions went. It also just happened to be a table of handsome men sitting right next to you.

As his eyes met yours, you looked away at the bartender who smiles softly at you. Apparently, she understood you had gotten caught. She seemed amused by the thought. You didn't understand at the time, but he was still watching you making it even more hilarious you had gotten caught. It only took a few minutes before the first drink came your way.

"From the gentleman you got caught staring at" She mumbled softly, trying not to laugh before walking away. You smelled the drink before taking a sip, and it was a good tasting one. He chose a good one. You drunk half of it before he approached.

"Hi I'm Jeongin. And you are? You know besides beautiful." You chuckled and smiled at him. His dimples as he smiled back almost had you melting. This man was gorgeous.

"I'm Y/N. I appreciate the compliment and the drink, but I have a boyfriend."

"Oh well we can be friends, no?" His smirk gave away he had alternative motives, but you entertained the idea, nonetheless.

"Yeah, why not?"

After that night, you ended up being Jeongin's closest friend. He didn't have many non-idol friends considering the age he became a trainee. Unlike them who were on a tight time schedule, you never minded when Jeongin was busy or anything. That just made it easier for him to feel comfortable talking to you.

"So, where's your mans?" Jeongin asked as he sits on your couch. He sat down and got comfortable like he lived here. As if this isn't his second time here, he patted the seat next to him for you to sit as well. You sit next to him before replying.

"He went to his house. We don't stay together."

"So, is that why you invited me over? It's always 'my man is here' when I ask to come over normally." Was that a hint of jealousy?

You nod knowing that if your boyfriend was here, he wouldn't understand why a kpop idol stood in your living room. He is the jealous type and considering he doesn't make much money he would have been livid.

"What did you wanna watch again?" You ask him, laying your head on his shoulder. You and Jeongin were no strangers to physical touch often sharing hugs, holding hands, or just touching in small ways. Nothing considered to be scandalous or cheating.

"I wanna watch the new Halloween movie. I'll put it on." He grabs the remote and cuts the movie on. You watch the screen briefly before getting up to cut the lights off. Falling back into the same place next to him, Jeongin places an arm around you. You grab the blanket off the back of the couch and cover yourself in it. Leading to Jeongin getting under the cover as well, he felt a little chilly.

Everything is going well as you both share popcorn and watch the movie. Until Jeongin catches you staring at him. It isn't a secret that you thought Jeongin is attractive. Sometimes you wonder if your man is even worth it when Jeongin exists, and that worries you because you never considered cheating before.

Yet here you are eye fucking Jeongin, for the twenty time since you've met, as he ate some popcorn. His big hands grabbed a mouthful of popcorn easily. His fingers always interested you because they're so long and pretty. He cares for them well, and the rings that adorn them look new. You always fantasized about what he could do with his hands given the chance.

Jeongin catches you not paying attention to the movie. He follows your eyes slowly as he grabs popcorn every now and then. You begin to glance at him. His perfectly outlined jawline and how the muscles in his neck flexed when he ate something. Oh, how those same muscles would look if he was pleasing you, eating you as if it was nothing else in the world he wanted to do. You try to stop staring, but just as you were about to Jeongin pauses the movie. "Can I ask you something?" He questions sitting back to look in your eyes. You look up at him from where your head rests: his stomach.

"Sure, anything Jeongin."

"Are you happy? You know with your man? Like truly happy."

Was it that obvious? Your man had gotten on his high horse lately. His jealous had been driving you crazy. It's not just about Jeongin. It's his career as well considering you have a successful career as a store owner. He felt like he was in competition with you to be the man of the relationship considering you cared for him most the time and often times paid when you went out.

"Ummm..." Before you can answer, Jeongin interjects, "I just wanted to know because you're giving me the lust-filled eyes. I could just slut you out if that is what you want." His bluntness caught you off guard, but should it really catch you off guard considering part of you wanted it?

"I have a boyfriend Jeongin. You can't mention those types of things."

"He doesn't even have a damn car Y/N. Let's be real. You think of me fucking you right? The way I'd do it? How good it would feel to fuck with someone who could afford to support you if you got pregnant?" You can't bear to look at him anymore as your face blushes red. He had you pegged from the start. You had imagined being taken by Jeongin so many times. Especially being breeded by Jeongin.

Given that you were shy and looking away, he grabbed your chin. "You don't have to answer that. I'll get the answer later. I just need one thing from you if it is indeed true that is what you desire from me."

You found his gaze again as you watched in anticipation. What would it take for you to finally have him fuck you? You fell into his temptation.

"Call your man and tell him it's over. You deserve better." His words laced with venom. He really despised him that much?

You debate the options for a moment. Is Jeongin willing to have a relationship with you? Do you really want a relationship with Jeongin? Is this worth your relationship? Was he even good in bed?

It has been twenty minutes since you decided to end things with your now ex-boyfriend over the phone. He didn't take it well, but Jeongin handled that by hanging up in his face. His boldness shocked you because Jeongin was normally a sweetheart. Right now, he couldn't be further from it.

His kisses on your neck have you itching with anticipation. So many kisses and licks met your skin. Soft moans left your mouth as he finds himself kissing that one spot on your neck. Determined to brand you, he leaves multiple hickies on your neck and chest.

"Jeongin..." You whisper barely audible. It was pitiful how you felt so helpless to his kisses. You wanted this and him forever.

He doesn't pay much attention pulling you in for a kiss. Having made out on and off for twenty minutes, you are soaking. He hadn't even laid a hand on you just his lips, and you were already feening for him.

As tongues and teeth clash together, the heat around your bodies makes it harder for you to remain patient. You try pull back only to be engulfed into his mouth's command again. Damn near sucking your tongue out your mouth, Jeongin is trying his hardest to remain patient himself. He wanted you ever since that night in the club.

You whine into his mouth causing him to finally let up. As he rubs your breasts through your shirt, you gasp at the sudden contact. He lifts your shirt and smiles evilly. Your nipples harden at the cold air filling the room from your air conditioner.

"Who do you want to touch you?"

"You, Jeongin. Only you." Him. He chuckles just thinking about it.

He smirks at your words as he takes your right nipple into his mouth massaging the left breast under his giant hand. The motions sending you into a moaning and whimpering state. Desperate. His mouth is sucking as if he needed to be fed from your breast, and it is turning you into an oasis down below.

"Jeongin please... it feels so good. I want more."

With no acknowledgement to your plea, he switches from the right to the left taking his time, a trait you wish he didn't expose in bed. Jeongin never truly rushes in anything, but right now you wanted him inside you. You need the sensations of his pelvis crashing into yours.

As he pulls away, he begins to rub both nipples between pinches and squeezes to your breasts as a whole. He is glad you didn't wear bras now, having found it distracting before. All the waiting and teasing you've done has led you both here.

"What do you want, Jagiya? Tell Innie."

You cry out, "I want you, Innie. I want anything you're willing to give me. Any position, anything just for you to touch me."

He chuckles and rubs your hips as he pulls on your pants taking them off. "A thong? You expected to get some huh?" You shake your head. He tugs off your thong next. You never expected to be fucking Jeongin in your living room on the couch, but here you are fully naked and waiting. Your wetness was leaving a mark under where you sat.

Jeongin slides off his shirt and pants as well. His build was perfect: athletic and slim. His cock shows through his boxers as he has a boner. He was so big your mouth watered; you reached a hand out to touch it.

"Are you sure you'd like to do this?" He questions for the last time grabbing your hand before it can touch anything and looking seriously into your eyes. Lust glossed over eyes, but the tone of his voice read he was not playing.

"Yes Jeongin. I am sure. I wanted this since the first night in the club."

He raises and eyebrow. "So you have been just tantalizing me this whole time? All these shorts and skimpy dresses. Just for me?" You nod quickly as you hold his hand tightly. "Just for you Innie. I didn't know how to tell you what I wanted."

He nodded and asked you to turn around. You obliged now laying over the back of the couch with your butt lifted. You wiggled your butt, anticipation creeping up on you again. What is taking so long? Is he putting on a condom? You go to look back but a smack to your ass causes you to yelp.

"Calm down pup. I'm just admiring the vagina I'm going to own for the next few hours. Let me just look for a little longer considering this is what you wanted by wearing those outfits."

You squeezed your legs closer instinctively. You were trying to stop the wetness from going down your legs as your walls clenched around nothing. This kind of dirty talk is something your ex didn't do, and you certainly enjoyed it. Suddenly another smack sends lightening through your body as you whimper.

"I said I'm looking at it. Don't close your legs. Open them nice and wide for me." His demands echoed through your brain as you spread your legs wider. You gasped as he placed a finger on your clit.

He rubs circles over and around it. As you tried to stop yourself from grinding back onto his hands, you look down at the ground gripping the couch. He easily slides two fingers inside you. You moan at the sudden penetration before his fingers went to work exploring the inside of your vagina.

Pleasure and elation consumed you as Jeongin fingered you with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. He was soothing your anticipation until his hand left your clit. A whine left your lips, but a third smack to your ass made it turn into a yelp. "Jeongin, please!"

"Please what? Spare you? After all the teasing you've done to me." Another hard lashing makes you jolt forward pulling away from his fingers. He rubs your cheeks as he continues his vehement assault on your insides. His hand going back to rubbing your clit as your walls clench around his fingers.

"Innie, I can... I can take it go faster please." You were quivering to begin with, but he wasn't going to deny your request. He quickens the pace of his fingers sliding in and out as well as adding another finger. You throw your head back as you moan louder.

"What a good pup you are? Moaning for me just how I like it." Your body is on fire; Jeongin was the only thing on your mind. Every part of your body felt tense. Your orgasm was coming quick. Your walls tighten with no sense of untightening in sight. He rubs your clit slowly in a great contrast to the pace his fingers were going. The nerves on your clit could only take so much stimulation and the peak was nearing.

"I'm- I- Cum Innie. Can I?" A broken sentence is the best you can manage. He chuckles at you; he knew you were close by your body language. The shaking, broken words, moans damn near sobs, clenched walls, and thrown back head said it all. "Go ahead pup. Show Innie what you can do."

No sobs or moans came out of your mouth as silence fell over the room outside of the gushing noises from the constant finger fucking. You orgasmed, hard. Toes curling as your grip on the couch burned your fingers.

Looking at you with much mirth of his work, he pulls out his fingers after a moment has passed and you collapse onto the couch. You felt weak for a moment. Orgasming with your whole body left you exasperated almost feverish. He sucks on his fingers to taste you to which he hums. "You don't taste bad. Good to know."

You try to gather your breath as he pats your butt. "To your room?" A simple question, but one that bought you back to this world. "Yes please" You raised your arms to him. He picks you up and carries you bridal style into your room.

"My sweet lil pup is so worn out from orgasming once... What am I gonna do with you?" He asks sitting you on your plush, teal comforter.

"I want you, Innie."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"It's what I want you to do TO me." You explain, "I want you to breed me like the lil pup I am. Please make me sore and full of your cum. I want to be your special cum dump."

A fire was seen in Jeongin's eyes in response to that. It was as if a switch flipped inside of him. He spread your legs as he looks at your body admiring it one last time before looking into your eyes. "Condoms?"

You nod and grab him one before laying back in the position he put you in. He wasted no time opening and rolling the condom down his length. Grabbing your foot, he pulled you towards the edge of the bed. You yelp not expecting him to manhandle you so easily. "Jeongin wha- fuck" you gasp as he enters you slowly. He's not super thick, but he was long leaving you full once he bottoms out.

"You're so big Innie" you moan as he slowly strokes into you. The hips of a dancer. He leans forward and grabs your torso bringing it closer to him. You sat chest to chest as he grinds his hips into you stopping every few seconds because you were gripping him.

Your vagina was still recovering from the first orgasm and clenching around Jeongin as if to milk him. "God pup... you're gonna get your wish if you keep clenching so tight." His voice so soothing and calming in your ear almost a whisper. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you hid your face in his neck.

Closeness, warmth, and pleasure ate at your insides. Passionate strokes as if you were in love all these months. He took his time. One hand on your back to steady you; the other on your clit rubbing ever so slightly. The sound of gushing and your moans were music to Jeongin's ears.

"Tell me pup something. Tell me you love me." He places kisses on your neck gently as he rubs your back. He was reaching the sweet spot of your insides because of your positioning.

"I love you Innie. Love you so much... I can't take it." Your whimpers and cries into his neck make him so much more attracted to you. You were so fragile and cute. So willing to be a dumb, fuck toy. Tears rolled down your face as he rocks his hips harder.

"Jeongin please cum inside me!" you dig your nails into his back feeling as if you could burst at any moment. The kissing and slow, sensual fucking were all you could think about. Not about being pregnant or anything else.

"I cant... the condom." He barely manages to get out. Your clenching had him close to his orgasm as well. The longing for breeding and passion had you completely brainless. "Take it off. Jeongin please do this for me. Breed your pup full."

He stops abruptly and pulls out sliding off the condom before sliding back in. He begins pounding into you as he holds your body completely in his arms. Bouncing you on his cock midair, you were a moaning and teary faced mess. "Innie! Innie!" Constantly his name fell from your mouth as if he could save you from himself.

Your stomach tightened as much as it could earlier but slowly you feel yourself reaching your orgasm again. "Innie I'm gonna cum." You were so embarrassed and red by how quickly this was happening. It was as if he had a spell of your body.

He continued even as you came around him body spasming and toes curling. A scream left your body as if it was your body's last moments. His cum began to fill you shortly afterwards. He stayed still afterwards not wanting any to spill down onto your floor. He slowly lays you back onto the bed as he tilts your lower body up and pulls out.

"My beautiful pup. I'm gonna clean you up and then we can take a nap." He kisses your head and cheek gently before his figure leaves the room. You were sleeping before he even came back with a towel to help clean you up.

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[mikeyss1ut]

could you do an angsty amber x reader??

Sure. I had no ideas for this so this comes from the brain of my younger cousin 😍‼️

(Because I have no friends)

Type: angst

Plot: reader finds out amber is ghost face and watches her well ya know(dies)

Warnings: blood, guns, r*chie, death, knifes, idrk

This shits really short also unedited so if I made mistakes sorry.

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It wasn’t your plan to fall in love with a serial killer. Plus I’m your defense it’s not like you knew.

The way you had found out was just right after Mindy had gotten attacked and every one had some how made there way into the living room. You had been with amber when she walked into the living room to see Sam and Mindy on the ground. Then liv ran in.

“One of you is the fucking killer!” Amber spoke with you behind her.

“Fuck you, fuck you.” Liv said

“Why the hell is there blood on your hands?” Sam said backing away

“Oh- I I found chad, I found chad he’s-“

“Your fucking lying.” Amber said

“Your the killer.” Richie said

Liv was hyperventilating.

“Liv stop, liv, LIV JUST STOP.”

“Fuck you amber, I’m not the fucking killer!”

“I know” amber then broke out a gun from her back pocket, how the hell didn’t nobody see that and shot Liv dead. Everyone quickly sped out the room, you staying behind trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

Amber turned to you she didn’t look like she was going to hurt you but you ran out of the room running as fast as you could.

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You had been hiding for a while you still heard screams but knew you couldn’t hide forever. You where hurt, amber fucking freeman screwed you over. I mean what the fuck? She didn’t seem like the type to you know kill people but with all the craziness that goes on in the world we’re re you really surprised?

You slowly made you way out the closet, shaking with the knife in your hand. You opened the door slowly, it making a small creaking sound. You had seen down stairs Richie stabbing Sam which wasn’t good but at least you found out who the other killer l was. You made your way down the stairs and creeped up on Richie and stabbed him in the back quick.

But it was all so fast you couldn’t process the fact that amber had grabbed you and pushed you in the kitchen.

“Damn, you know what I really did love you, I wasn’t gonna plan on killing you but you just had to ruin my plan didn’t you?” Amber said kinda hurt and out of breath

“Amber please.. I’m sorry I’m - im just scared.” You spoke

“Well damn it I was gonna keep you safe, but that whole moved really fucked up my plan!” She yelled

You sobbed quietly as she took the back of your hands and pushed you out onto the living room floor, and stabbed you one. Single. time.

It didn’t kill you but damn did that shit hurt.

“Oh sweetheart, stop crying I’m not gonna kill you, I just wanted you to see how to feels to be stabbed in the back, hurts doesn’t it?” Amber hummed taking her knife and tracing your face with it, pushing down just enough to draw a spec of blood.

She got up and began to walk away and then to her surprise Tara hit her with one of her crunches. She didn’t take it easy on her either, she hit her face, her back, her legs, she really, really got her good. Just not exactly good enough.

Amber reached up grabbed the crunch and pushed it onto Tara, she was so into it didn’t realize her gun wasn’t in her hand anymore. You were still on the floor but you crawled to get the knife. Slowly leaning on a chair to bring yourself up.

Then just like that you stabbed her, in her back, then her neck, then her sides. You didn’t regret, she plopped to the ground, and you stabbed her once more into her stomach. Reaching down into her ear and saying “hurts doesn’t it?” Then getting back in watching the life of her fade away, and you just to be sure stabbed her more times and dropped the knife.

You picked up Tara and carried her to the main entrance where you saw Sam next to Richies dead body.