#wails abt him for hours

[fbfh]

as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+ Tristin Dugray wants to fuck you so bad. He's had a huge massive crush on you since he first laid eyes on you, and it's only been getting worse. he wants to touch you, to dig his fingers into the fat of your hips and kiss you until he's breathless and you're whining for him. He wants to touch you everywhere, to learn right where all your sensitive spots are, wants to make you drip down his fingers and cream all over his hand, to know your body more intimately than anyone. He wants to lay you down and fuck you nice and slow, make sure you feel every single thing. He wants your attention, he always has, and that's going to get so much worse when you let him inside you. He just knows you'd get all shy, burying your face into his neck while you cling onto him, leaving scratch marks down his back that tell all the other girls he's taken. You'd be so shy, sighing and trying in vain not to moan while the head of his cock rubs perfectly against your g spot again and again. You're so cute like this, he'd think, not wanting him to see how much he's affecting you, embarrased by the way he makes your eyes roll back and how easily your walls clench tighter around him, but he doesn't miss it. He doesn't miss a thing when it comes to you. Not a single sigh or shudder or stifled moan goes unnoticed. And he would be patient, talk you through it every single time. His hand comes up to hold you closer to him while the other keeps both of you up, and he lets himself revel in the way you cling to him for a moment before he lets out a breathy moan disguised as a chuckle.

"C'mon Mary, don't get all shy on me now..."

Slowly, gently, he'd ease you back down to lay flat against the bed and rest his forehead against yours.

"Easy... easy Mary... just like that..."

He keeps your eyes on him at all times, watching every change in your expression, peppering you with kisses and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're both tired out. He'd hold you close afterwards, kiss your forehead and keep you warm and cozy, lying on his chest with his arms wrapped around you, make sure you sleep better than you ever have. He's biding his time now, but he believes that will happen. He knows in his gut that you're meant to be in his arms, just like he wants you to be.

[everymlmhybrid]

this part genuinely makes me feel like eating dry wall like i can't explain how i feel about it without making some of you finally tire of me and block me about it i think

[boethiahsboytoy]

I am imagining Vulon's last battle SO. Much .

[komitomi]

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS KOMI, I KNOW YOUR REQS AREN'T OPEN BUT I NEEDED TO LEAVE THIS HERE BEFORE I FORGET ADKSLHFOIAEUIAUHSDF.

So basically, the reader is shy and doesn't know how to ask for sex so the genshin men just tease it out of her. I was wondering how they would tease her abt it?

If you get to this could I req this with Xiao, Alhaitham, and Kaveh? And whoever you'd like ofc <33333

Thank you! -Rye

MHMMM YESSSS ?!!!! I KINDA WENT OFF TRACK 😭 sorry for being so late oh my god.

“Just ask.” — xiao, alhaitham, kaveh (separate) x f!reader

MDNI, NSFW WARNINGS: afab!f!reader, fingering (xiao, kaveh?), orgasm denial (all), p in v sex (alhaitham, kaveh), riding (alhaitham), teasing(all) , alhaitham is kinda mean..., ooc kaveh (?), xiao is also kind of mean, cumming inside (alhaitham), kaveh pull out game strong, + not proofread // part two.

XIAO is definitely the type to not notice at first no matter how many times you indirectly indicate that you want to do the deed, you're to shy to ask, but this man is so oblivious and takes everything literally.

That is until he catches on, oof, and when he does prepare for the meanest side you'll ever see of him, “could've asked me directly, huh?” he says, plunging his fingers inside your cunt as you grip the sheets below, thighs quaking from the pleasure arriving from the way his finger curls inside you.

“I- it's embarassi-ng.” you moan out when his finger rubs against a certain spot, which is making you near your high, he chuckles, before pulling his fingers out, denying your orgasm, you look up at him confused, brows furrowed in frustration.

“Tell me what you want.” he simply says while looking at your cunt intently, fingers trailing upwards to your clit before his presses his finger down on it, you feel face heat up as your breath hitches in your throat “I- I..” you choke out.

“Yes, you?” he mocks in return, you clench your eyes shut when his fingers pokes at your entrance once again you, “I- I want you to— hggh!” he roughly shoves a finger inside, cutting you off, yet he doesn't move.

“what do you want mhm?” he hums and you finally gather enough strength to throw your shyness aside and ask him, “I- I want you to- finger me— hahh and make me cum please!”

“There you go.” he cooes before moving his fingers inside making you arch your back, his fingers hits your gspot again, drawing a loud wail out of you as you feel your core clenching and finally snapping as you come undone all over his hands.

He pulls his fingers out of your cunt and licks your juices up.

“There ya go, it wasn't hard was it? Be more direct next time.”

ALHAITHAM on the other hand knew, he was smart after all, yet refused to acknowledge it unless you had asked him directly and you couldn't cause you felt too embarassed and shy to vocally ask, so tried being bold and rubbing yourself against him.

Which led to the moment now, alhaithams cock deep inside you as you sat on his lap, straddling him while he just relaxed in the chair, not bothering to move as he just stared at your frustrated expression.

How long has it been? few minutes? an hour? or two hours? You didn't know, it was unbearable and tortuous even, alhaitham said he won't fuck you until you asked him to, you tried to skip the asking part through your actions, propping yourself on his cock and riding him, but he wouldn't budge.

You tried to make yourself cum by riding him, yet everytime you got close, alhaitham would pull himself out, not letting you finish, did this frustrate him just as much as it did you? Absolutely yes, but was he going to fuck you? Nope, this man is too stubborn.

“You know- doll, you're making this harder for yourself, you just have to ask.” he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, you were too angry, frustrated and desperate even.

“S-shut up.” you say frustrated which makes alhaitham raise an eyebrow, “Hm?” he tilts his head and bucks his hips at last, you felt relieved that he might start moving, but he didn't.

“'haitham- p-please.” you moan out, “please what?” he looks at you, fuck it, you thought before looking him in the eyes, “Please fuck me 'haitham— make me feel good.” you whimpered.

That caused that man to snap, he wasted no time as he grabbed your hips with both his hands and thrusted upwards into you, making you cling on to him for dear life, his pace was ruthless and fast, it was just as unbearable for him to hold off that longer inside you, but he stayed strong.

You felt a coil in your stomach begin to tighten as alhaitham mercilessly thrusted into you, biting the flesh of your breasts as he grunts, the chair shaking from the movement.

The coil inside you snapped, the pleasure blinding you, after the painful amount of time you spent on top of him trying to make yourself cum, the amount of orgasms he denied you, you felt as if you were in celestia, receiving salvation.

Alhaitham came deep inside you, painting your walls white, he took deep breaths and calmed himself down before hugging you properly, rubbing your back.

“Use your voice from now on, okay?”

KAVEH is a fucking tease like this man?? he knows immediately, i mean your actions are very obvious and he knows exactly what you want, but he wants you to ask, like this man will hump against you in bed and constantly express how he wants to fuck you, he even does all other things but wont actually put it inside UNTIL you ask him to.

“I want to fuck you so bad, have your cunt stretching for my cock~” he whispers in your ear as he holds you against himself in bed, your back touching against his chest as you both lay on your sides, arms wrapped around your waist as he gropes your tits.

He pulls your shirt up, exposing your tits and plays with them, rolling your nipples inbetween his fingers, while his other hand fondles with your other breast from underneath, he trails kisses from your ear to your neck as he rubs his cock between your thighs.

“Kaveh- please..” you let out a breathy gasp as he sucks on the sensitive spot on your neck, biting the area to leave his bite marks, “mhm?” his hands leave your breasts as they trail down, lifting your skirt and pulling your panties down “Look how wet she is” he says when he feels your slick on his fingers, dripping from your hole.

He brings up the slick from your hole to your clit and rubs small circles, fast enough for it to feel good but not to make you cum, you throw your head back, as your hips buck backwards, causing your ass to bump against his groin.

“P-please...” you whimper as you look down to find his cock in between your thighs, so close to your heat yet so far you grab his dick and try to put it inside you but kaveh slaps your hands away “No no, I'm not putting it inside until you voice it out.” he says.

You groan, frustrated, just wanting his cock inside you already, you take deep breaths and calm yourself down before opening your mouth, “P-please kaveh- fuck me.” you croak out, kaveh breathes heavily before grabbing his cock and lining it up against your hole, teasing you.

“Mhm? That's not enough, you have to tell me exactly what you want.” he cooes and your breath hitches in your throat, no way this guy is asking that knowing how shy you are about it, yet you can't take the teasing anymore.

“I- i want you to fuck me— with your cock, shove it deep inside me and make me cum all over it.” you say causing him to shove his cock inside you immediately causing you to moan out loudly at the unprepared and fast entrance.

He starts moving his hips, sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as he continues thrusting into you, both your moans and grunts slipping out inbetween.

You jerk when the tip of his dick hits the spongey spot inside you, causing you to clench against him, “F-fuck! if you squeeze me like that- i can't take it anymore haaa” he says in between moans as his pace becomes fast, his tip hitting against your spot even faster.

You feel your high approaching rapidly when he finally hits the spot one last time, causing you to orgasm over his cock, your juices dripping down onto your thighs and sheets, his thrusts become sloppy and lose rhythm, indicating that he was also near before he thrusts inside you one final time before pulling out and cumming all over.

You watch as his cum coats your inner thighs, mixed with your juices and leaking down on the bedsheet, the sight turning you on even more, you finally turn to face him, watching his fucked out expression as he processes his high.

You quickly change positions getting on top of him, he seems extremely confused by this and looks at you with a questioning expression, he smirks a little when he hears what you say next.

“I'll tell you exactly what I want from now on.”

[toji-bunny-girl]

Recent fixation of mine has been dabi with a breeding kink. How do you feel about it??

Hmm 😋😋 My fav thing abt men with breeding kink is the non-stop fucking just to make sure he’s got you with his kid, and getting you all overstim. So now imagine JUST IMAGINE

He’s got you in missionary, and the sound of mixed cum fills the air along with the moans that slipped off from your wet lips. The smell of sex and the damp feeling of your essence that stained the bedsheets are making your head dizzy. Now along with Dabi’s harsh ram deep into your cunt, your mind wonders blank while he fills your womb white with his seed.

It’s been over an hour and your body is limp on the bed, your stomach bloated with his cum and your muscle squeezes in overstimulation. But he still wasn’t done, each time the image of you with your pregnant stomach from his seed only riling him up for more.

You mumble something soft through your teeth and moans, and Dabi lowers his head to hear you clearer. “I-I’ll break…!” you squealed as another wave of orgasm washed through you, nails digging into his arm as you arched your back. “Please—nhah! N-No more…!”

“Tch,” he clicked his tongue, lips cracking into a smirk. “Gotta take it all, m’kay, princess? Just gotta make sure you’ll get all pretty and round, mhm?”

NOW NOW NOW.

He’s got a fistful of your hair in his hand, the other placed beside your head to support his weight. You’re in doggy style and your face is mushed up against the bedsheets, eyes rolled to the top of your head and lips drooling from the pleasure.

Sweat drips from his hair to your back, then down your spine, and he peeks at from where the two of you are connected. Your ditzy whimpers soon turns louder into whines—and he knows you’re near.

Lifting himself up, Dabi pushes his two hands onto your back. His weight sinks your upper body down the bed as his hips piston harder, faster into you. You’re wailing in cracked pleasure and as his fat tip rubs against your G-spot, pussy tightening around his length as you chanted about your nearing orgasm.

“Come on, angel. Tell daddy, how much you want me,” he leans closer down to your ears and watches as your shoulders shudder.

“Please d-daddy! Hngh—wanna cum, wanna be filled! Haa—” you squealed, eyebrows knitting high up to the sky.

“Yeah, baby—shit. Daddy’s gonna fuck you full, mmh?” he dips his head to your neck, marking it with teeth and tongue before groaning long as his load paint your walls. His thighs are sticky with your cum and you’re dripping with his, your womb full with his seed and they’re already leaking from your sore cunt—and he thought you looked so pretty, all bred and ready to be round with his kids.

[bubuslutty]

Pirate!Captain Price au (nsfw ver)

word count: 1.2k

tags: nsfw, f receiving, p in v, making out, spitting, skinny dipping, mentions of public sex (nobody gets caught tho)

warnings: kidnapping

a/n: I tend to go on a tangent with the story telling n lore instead of sticking to John fucking. ANWAY. I love him and if you also love him and have silly thoughts abt him and his boys, send me an ask, or comment, or reblog, whatever you want 💙

pirate!captain Price fucks like he's trying to kill you, with determination and pure hunger for it. He's a man on a mission, and nobody can stop him from getting what he wants.

Captain Price has wicked hips and a filthy walk, he's hot and he knows it. He's so comfortable in his skin, scars, fat, muscles, freckles and all. His movements are confident yet relaxed. He appears to be so sure of himself without doing anything, just standing there and people hate him for it. How infuriating is a man with such charm and confidence decided to become an outlaw, a pirate of all things.

So he knows how to use those hips, pounding his sweetheart on the mattress and making her wail and scream for him with how good he's making her feel.

pirate!captain Price has ridiculous core strenght, he could fuck his sweetheart for hours, rolling his hips against hers like he was born to fuck her. And he's so fucking filthy with it as well, "Too much for you? Should I slow down, sweetheart? hm?"

And slow down he does, rolling his hips deep deep in her guts, forcing her to listen to the filthy squelch that resonats in his Captain's cabin everytime their hips meet. And he has a dumb smile on his lips, obsessively watching where they meet between her legs.

And you better believe he'll kiss his pretty lady like he wanted to drink her up, he's nasty and it would be embarrassing to call what he's doing to her kissing, not even making out can cover how sinful he's with his mouth and tongue.

Pirate!Captain Price, when he's in a mood he'll even spit in her open mouth, holding her pretty face in his bigger, rough and scarred hand, then spitting right in her tongue, and he watches how her eyes roll at the back of her head and she moans loudly, swallowing his little offering.

He's also big on eating her out, be in his cabin, outside on the deck in the middle of the night under the stars, where anyone can catch them, or in a dark alleyway behind a pub. And because he has a beard, he likes to get it absolutely drenched and leave his sweetheart's inner thighs all red from the friction.

And he doesn't mind when she whines how much her inner thighs are bothering her, he just has a smug smile on his lips and apologizes with a coo, placing a wet kiss to her forehead and cheeks, and deep down he's not really sorry, but for his sweetheart, he'll coo and coddle until she melts over and over again in his arms.

Pirate!Captain Price barley kidnaps rich folks in exchange for ransom money from their rich family. If he has an excuse to dress his sweetheart in the finest of clothes, he would take it without hesitation.

So she's the one who sneaks in a ball, so she can later open the gates for them so they can sneak in, rob the place while everyone is busy dancing and then kidnap the wealthiest person in there.

And of course she's dressed in blue, John's favourite colour, the colour of the sky and the sea. Her dress is shiny, made out of silk and fabrics only found in far, far away countries, that even rich folks struggle to get, but not pirates, pirates can get their hands on anything if they tried hard enough.

She's wearing a layered blue gown, the sleeves long, with her whole neck, collarbone and a generous chunk of her chest exposed, and she looks so so beautiful, her hair half up, decorated with pearls and gold. And she's quickly stealing everyone's attention, coyly tucking a stray strand of hair behind one of her ears with a gloved hand.

She's invited to dance by many people, and she makes up elaborate stories about being a foreign Duchesse, laughing and giggling at stories and anecdotes she's been told, forgetting for a moment she was an outlaw, a criminal, who stabbed her to-be-husband right through the heart on their wedding day.

When the job is done, she returns to their ship on horseback, laughing in delight with John's men.

When the kidnappee is tied and locked in the basement, they sail away and celebrate with music and drinks of their own.

Sometime in the same night, Price's sweetheart is running and giggling on the ship, chased by Price, who's trying to catch her, still dressed like a dream. And she gasps and swoons when he catches her in his arms.

She acts like she's trying to fight him, wiggling in his arms and telling him, "Let me go, you pirate! I'm a woman of honor and dignity!"

Price tickles her and she laughs, trying to slip away, and he has his arms securely wrapped around her waist, breathing the perfume she sprayed on her neck in, sighing in pure bliss.

"You're mine now." He speaks against her naked shoulder, placing a wet kiss on the skin.

"I'm not yours! Let me go or the Royal Navy shall have you hung!" She threatened, turning in his arms and pushing his chest away.

"Hm, no. Finders keepers." He hums and pulls a string that kept her corset securely tied around her body, and when she felt it getting loose she squealed and crossed her arms over her chest, "John!"

"What? You'll be naked by sunrise, I'm just speeding this up." John says, shrugging while wearing a small smirk, "You've got a problem with that?"

"If that's the case, let me help." John's sweetheart says, wearing a smirk of her own and starts undressing right there on the deck, while his men are still having a party not far off, the only privacy they've had was the shadow of the Captain's cabin and nothing else.

"What are you doing?" John asks, looking over his shoulder and panicking a bit because as much as he enjoyed fucking his love where they could get caught, he still made sure nobody was around, and if someone happened to pass by, he'd use his body to shield her away. But this, this was madness, any of his boys would just turn around and see her standing there naked, glowing under the moonlight like a siren.

The only things she still had on was her pearl earrings and a necklace John gifted her a while back. "Come swim with me." She offered, smiling and still fucking standing there naked with her clothes a puddle to her feet.

John gulped and decided to just get naked as fast as possible while she watched him, and when he was done, she tiptoed to where he was standing, cupped his cheek and placed a kiss to his lips.

And before his fingertips could graze her skin, she pulled away and dived into the open cold sea.

Fuck this.

John dived right behind her, controlling his breathing and taking a deep breath when he resurfaced, his body freezing due to the cold water, but he knew his body would soon get used to it. He then felt arms hugging his shoulders from behind, and he grinned when his sweetheart kissed his cheeks with her cold plush lips.

"Did I just see Cap'ain and his bonnie jump in the sea naked?" Johnny said with a frown, cheeks pink due to how much he's drunk.

"Hm?" Simon hummed with his eyes closed next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder.

"Never mind." Johnny said and yawned, scratching his chin and leaning his head on Simon's.

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[hotchs-big-hands]

oh oh oh!!! and if jack liked you!!! ooooooh my god that lady would have a fucking conniption frrrr. jack coming home from aaron and yours place all happy like "look mommy!! reader helped me draw this for you!!" and shes soooo angry because she hs to smile at jack and be like "oh wow honey thats amazing. that a really nice picture!" but her hands are shaking with rage.

or when he comes home from school one day and hes like "reader did my hair and helped me picj out my outfit for picture day today because daddy said i looked too messy" and shes pissed tf off bc she hates you and is trying to paint you as this evil bad influence meanwhile jack fucking LOVES YOUUUUU.

"reader makes her pancakes into heart shapes because she says the only way for boys to grow strong is with love" and now jack wont eat her pancakes if they arent heart shaped. jack has to make a family tree for school and he made his as HB - AH+R and includes your family since aaron only has sean and haley cracks and yells at him that "reader isnt his family. reader isnt aarons family. reader has no place in their family tree and he needs to accept that mommy and daddy are his only real family" and ooooh boy when aaron finds out hes fookin fumin babes. and she tries to accuse you of trying to replace her but aaron shuts that shit down like "youre the only woman in the world that could think your kid being loved and cared for is a bad thing. would you rather she abused him? she loves him and he love her. im going to marry that woman eventually so she has every right to be on that family tree and you need to get used to it."

and when he tells you what he said you literally do not let that man out of bed for hours like uuuggghh yesss hottie tottie defend my honor and tell off your ex? youve earned yourself 5 free orgasms for surree

😭😭😭😭😭 JACKKKKKKKK he's such a cutie I love himmmmmm!!!!!!! Haley yelling at him over the family tree is so fucking evil like she rly is the type to rather have her kid be hated and abused by his stepmother than be adored and loved.

Aaron finds out cuz Jack is crying in his room and the family tree has been ripped up. You tell Aaron that Jack wouldn't let you in the room, but it's killing you knowing he's so distraught abt smth. So Aaron sits with him on the bed and asks him what's going on? At first Jack is hesitant but then he full on wails abt what Haley said and Aaron sits quietly and tries not to show he's fucking abt to explode with anger. So he comforts him and says Jack can choose his family. It's entirely his choice and if he wants you in his life then that's okay.

So Jack cries even harder cuz now he's like well my family tree is ruined now :((( so yknow what Aaron does? Gets his office supplies and he and Jack make a new family tree. But Jack wants you to join in too! And so when you're called into the room it's hard not to cry when Jack says he wants you to help with the project 😭😭😭😭😭😭 the new one is on sturdy paper, and Aaron frames it so Jack can hang it on his wall 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖

As for the last bit? Aaron absolutely earned all those orgasms 🫣🫣🫣🫣

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Fill you up

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: based on a very long and very feral conversation me and my friend had about this edit

"I'm gonna fucking fill you up, Sweetie."

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not proof read, a few lines talking abt fertility issues, no build up(striaght to it lets goo!!!), kinda switch dynamics,established relationship, unprotected, breeding, overstim, hair pulling, an insane amount of dirty talk, multiple cream pies, pet names (namely sweetie&joongie, daddy &mommy a few times), slightly possessive, very slight degradation

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

        "I'm going to fucking fill you up, Sweetie." His sweet promise is a stark contrast to the way he rams his cock into you from behind. The sound of his hips snapping against your ass almost drowns him out, but he knows it doesn't when he feels your fertile pussy clench around him.

    You shakily hold yourself up on the armrest of the couch, knees and elbows buckling as he fucks you to your second orgasm. "Please, Joongie! Give it to me!" You neighbors are surely writing a complaint as they listen to the nonstop scraping of your furniture and your loud moans. You've been at it for over half an hour, and he still hasn't came into your abused cunt.

     He had tore your clothes off the second you crossed into you home when you came home from the doctors. They gave you the green light after your newest fertility treatment and he was saving up every last drop for your little pussy. He hadn't fucked you with anything other than his fingers for months and he refused to cum or touch himself.

    "Please, cum for me! I wan' it, give it to me, give it-me!" You were near floating the second you felt his cock for the first time again, and now you were absolutely over the moon. "Fuck- I love it, Baby, I love it, love it, gimme," you mumble into the fabric of the couch as you finally let yourself face plant. "I want your babies," you wail.

     "Don't worry, my sweet girl," he moans as he leans over your back, pushing your hair out of the way and licking your earlobe. He absolutely revels in the way your gummy walls clamp down on him in response. "Daddy's gonna give you every drop. Gonna fill you up," he huffs as he slows his hips to a leisurely pace, "gonna make you a Mommy. You want my babies... Mommy?"

    "Fuck, good Je- yes!" You try and throw your hips back, stiffened by his weight on-top of you. "Please," you almost cry, "please, give me your babies. Wanna make 'em, make so many for you, gonna give you..ah! Please, Joong!" Your tired hand searches him out as he leaves you.

"Let me see you when you take it," he groans as he pulls you down to the middle of the long couch and flips you over. He holds your hips as he slams into you, forehead pressed against yours as he stares into your soul. "Look so pretty, Sweetie. So pretty while I fuck my babies into your cunt~." He presses so so deep inside of your cunt, desperately claiming you as his. "All fucking mine to fuck. This gorgeous cunt is just for me- just for my babies, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, give me all- every drop, I can make it into the best- holy fuck! The best babies, the best for you. I know I can, just fucking give it to me. Please, Daddy!" He whimpers as your legs wrap around his pistoning hips and try and trap him closer, all while your hand grab the ends of his long hair and yank as you yell for him to cum inside you.

"My eager cumslut wife. You want it so bad you're crying? So pathetic for me," he coos sweetly as he wipes your tears. His words make you squirt on the spot, cream escapes your gushing hole and forms a lewd ring around his painfully hard cock. Your tightly wound voice begging for him even as your sloppy pussy cums around him pushes him over the edge and throws him into the deep end.

   His months of edging are apparent when he fills your womb to the very limit and makes his seed drip down your ass and stain the couch. He lazily licks as your neck as he cums and cums and cums.  "So good, M- amazing, amazing!" He whines as he shakes in your hold, leaning into your hand as you sooth his aching scalp. "Feels too good!" He tries to pull away when your locked feet push him back and make the both of you scream out.

   "Stay, stay like that, keep it- gotta keep it in."

    "Can't, I can't, I- cum again, please!" The way your cunt is so warm, so full of him, pulsing around his cock for the first time since forever... it's too much. He's already hard and pushed to the edge again.

    "So do it, Joongie. Fuck more into me, make sure it takes." And he does, saturating your insides beyond belief as he cries into your shoulder just how ecstatic he is to have you around his cock.

    When he pushes his limit just far enough, just before the brink of insanity, he reaches around and grabs your ankles tightly. He pushes them, holding them up and keeping you hips up in the air. "God," he moans as he sees your cunt absolutely gushing. "You're gorgeous..." His eyes rake up and down your sweat, spent form and he can't find a single flaw.

     "My wife," he moans sweetly as you drag your fingers over his forearms. You swing you legs to one side and prop up your ankles on his shoulder, giving him freedom of his hands while also keeping your cunt from over spilling. "All mine..." He whispers lowly as he drags his fingers from the very end of your cunt and pushing all the cum on his fingers back into you as you shiver.

    He swipes up all of the spilt cum on your body and works it back into you, dragging his fingers on your walls teasingly before he leaves you empty all over again.

     His cock is twitching at your soft whines, growing harder by the minute. You place your hand over your belly and smile, catching his attention. "What's that pretty smile for, Sweetheart?"

    "Gonna make sure it takes this time. Gonna try real hard," your tone is bittersweet, blinking away the pain in your eyes as you look up at his caring face.

    "S'not all on you, Sweetie." He divides your legs and slots himself between them. His hard cock lays on your pelvis, showing you both just how deep he fucks you. "I just gotta make sure I keep you full, then- don't I? You want that?"

   You reach you hand between you and slip his cock into you. Even just the tip filling you up has cum seeping from you again. "Dirty girl," he chuckles, leaning his head into your shoulder and nipping at your skin.

    He bites down just as he slams in and starts a merciless pace from the get-go, making you scream and grab at him stupidly. Your hands go everywhere. Scraping up his back. Leaving nail indents in his ass as you pull him closer. They settle in his messy curls. Tugging harshly as he whimpers.

"My fucking Goddess." He mewls, grabbing at your tits through the very little space between your bodies. You've locked around him like a koala, he isn't going anywhere until you decide your full enough.

He repeats, "I'm gonna fucking fill you up, Sweetie."

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[cheegu3]

Heloo may I request a enhypen reaction when y/n killed themselves and left a note saying "this is all your fault"

Sorry if this makes you uncomfy

oh not at all, I was only on the fence about writing this bc idk if talking about this topic is allowed on tumblr, but I hope u didn’t feel a lot of anxiety when sending in this ask 😭 it is a little short so sorry abt that :c some of the notes are a bit different too to switch it up!

tw / trigger warning: yandere, dark themes, depression, suicide, self-harm, sad asf, cursing, violence, blood, suicide-note, vomiting, gun

pls do not read if this triggers or offends you or if you're struggling !!

Yandere!Enhypen - reaction to you unaliving yourself

Jungwon

He didn't know how to react when he found you dead. No tears fell down his face as he looked for a pulse, clutching your cold hand in his.

When he spotted a note lying a few meters away, a heavy sigh left his lips and he gave you a pained look.

' This is all because of you. If only you'd treated me like a normal boyfriend would, maybe we could've been soulmates. I hope you feel pain for the rest of your life. '

The more Jungwon stared at the note, blaming him for all of your pain and problems; the more he felt like he had to fight to hold back the tears that were itching to fall.

At the same time, he found a strange anger bubbling inside of him. Not only did you - the love of his life, leave him in this way but you had to wish him pain in your last breath too?

He became blinded by anger. The hand that was holding the note clenched and the paper crumbled under it.

He will try to stay alive just to spite you. Trying his best to move on and get happy, maybe fall in love again and find a family just so he could get his revenge; as you watched from above and realized you meant nothing to him.

But Jungwon never got over you, not really.

Heeseung

He got angry immediately, cussing you out and almost getting the urge to hit you. Instead, he took his anger out on a mirror and felt some sense of relief when he started to bleed.

He blamed himself of course. He had been wrong about how you were feeling, even though he often prided himself on having been able to read you like an open book.

He didn't notice your spark slowly dying out; the more he got angry the more he got jealous, and then the more you were punished for the smallest things.

It got to a point where you couldn't even live in the moment and enjoy the short times when he was a sweet boyfriend again, because you were always scared of what would tick him off a few seconds later.

' I'm sorry, Hee. I was so tired of fighting. I love you,

y/n. '

His vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He could only manage to hold them back for a few seconds before he doubled over and sobbed loudly.

The room filled with loud wails of pain that would even make angels cry. Anyone that heard it would know just how much he loved you.

Heeseung clutched his chest right where his aching heart felt like it was being ripped out of him. '' I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby, '' he kept whispering until he was tired of crying for hours and it turned into shaky murmurs.

He fell asleep, hoping it would be eternal, with your body in his arms; dried tears on his cheeks being replaced by new ones, as even in his sleep he couldn't escape seeing his lover.

Jay

It was the worst phone call he had ever received. He didn't know how to react after it ended, only staring blankly into the distance as his thoughts went crazy.

He needed to see you with his own eyes to believe it so he rushed home. His stomach sank when he spotted the ambulance. Quickly he pushed through the people to get to you.

But when he reached you and saw your lifeless body on the stretcher, he didn't know what to do yet again. A stupid voice inside him told him he should keep his cool in front of all the spectators, even while the love of his life lay dead in front of him.

Did he want to cry, scream, or hold you?

He lowered his eyes to get the image of you like that out of his head. Still in shock, he went inside, locked the doors, and shut the windows' blinds.

He stayed like that for days; barely eating, seeing the sun, or getting out of bed. No matter how bad his depression got and how the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to get further and further away, he still refused to cry.

There was a reason. Your note.

He had seen it while cleaning his house that day he got home. Not wanting to let his thoughts get to him, he started sterilizing and cleaning the whole house. When he then got to the bedroom, a small green note poked out underneath the bed.

He crouched and was about to throw it away until he turned it over and read the first and only line.

' this is all your fault '

And after that, he'd never be the same man again. Most days he wondered if he was even human anymore, he didn't feel anything.

Jake

'' Y/n! I'm home. ''

Jake's face scrunched up as he pouted when you didn't come running to him like usual. Something felt wrong, a bad feeling brewed in his stomach, growing in size the more he moved around in his apartment.

He went further in, peeking around the corners but not calling out for you anymore. It felt better to explain the bad feeling by thinking you were doing something you weren't supposed to, rather than you being hurt; so he moved quietly so he could catch you in the act.

Inside the office, you were nowhere to be found. He guessed you had snuck in there to write to your loved ones or maybe snoop through his stuff. Defeatedly he sighed and moved on, eyes getting caught by the door to the bedroom being slightly open.

Jake stopped in his step and turned back.

'' Y/n? Are you in there? Come out please, I just want to talk, '' he tried, his voice coming out a lot more whiny and desperate than he'd planned.

But he got no response except for silence. His worry grew. One deep breath later he pushed the door open before he could change his mind.

It slowly creaked open, revealing the room little by little. He fell to his knees and gasped.

You were lying in a pool of blood. At first, he felt a surge of anger - who could've done this to you? Then, his attention drifted to the small folded note next to you, and his heart sank.

'' No, please don't say...'' he trailed off, hurrying to unwrap the paper with so much panic that he almost ripped it.

' I wanted to meet my friend one last time, that's all I asked for, but like always it was about what you wanted. We both know that this was all your fault. '

Overcome with despair and grief it wouldn't take long for Jake to join you. He couldn't stand being apart, and he'd find you wherever you were, even in death.

Sunghoon

He felt very angry at you, not himself. Yes, he had dared you to do it while the two of you were in the middle of a screaming match but he hadn't expected you to actually pick up a gun.

The image of you staring at him, tears in your eyes, and that look on your face, which was the last he'd see of you, would forever be etched in his mind.

He couldn't sleep at night. It was like it was burned into the back of his eyes too.

Once your body fell to the floor with a thud, his eyes widened and his lips parted. He knew you were gone without even having to check your pulse.

'' Do it, '' those were his last words to the one person he loved.

He felt sick suddenly, rushing to the bathroom to throw up everything and then some more.

In that bathroom he stayed for hours, just staring blankly at the tiles on the wall, not saying a word or moving an inch. After the sun started setting outside and the light caught his eyes, he finally got up and went to where he had last left you.

You hadn't moved. Sunghoon crouched down next to you and started digging in your pockets for your phone. Something sharp brushed against his palm.

He took it out and saw that it was a note. Unraveling it, he discovered it was a suicide note you must've written a long time ago. Had you always had it on you? Just in case.

' I hate you '

He clenched his fist around the paper, it broke. '' Weak, '' he whispered under his breath and got up.

It was a coping mechanism to place all the anger on you. God knows what he would've done if he started letting that transfer to himself. But, even the anger couldn't stop him from missing you - every single day.

Sunoo

He would blame himself immensely, not having room to be mad at you at all. All that he felt for you was pity and empathy. He tried putting himself in your shoes for the first time and it was a heartbreak he'd never experienced before.

He went to school that day, so excited to see you, only to feel horror as he pushed through the crowd that had formed curiously and saw your body there.

It felt like slow-motion when the wind made you turn and you made eye contact with him. Whispers spread like wildfire all around him, surrounding him completely.

Sunoo felt confused and scared, his eyes darted around anxiously and he tried slipping out. Someone pushed him back.

'' You did this! ''

His head snapped up. A girl, your friend, was standing on the table overlooking the whole classroom. Her eyes were red from crying and in her hand, she was holding something white.

' I'm sorry to do this here, but it's because of my boyfriend, he's controlling and an obsessive, crazy person. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of him. I'm sorry, I love you '

His world fell apart in an instant. He had no idea you'd been feeling like that, why didn't you tell him? He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he came to a realization - you did, and he didn't listen.

He was finally allowed to push through the crowd and run away from the school which he'd never again return to. Tears streamed down his face the whole way home, and they didn't stop even as he reached it.

In his mind, all the ' what if-s ' played. What if he fixed himself and was less obsessive, would you have stayed then? What if he was less jealous, would you have loved him back? What if...what if.

Ni-ki

He tried distracting his mind by both rationalizing it to soften the blow, saying '' we probably weren't made for each other anyway '', and trying to go on dates with other girls.

However, every time he did so, he'd zone out and wish that it was you sitting across from him instead. He started daydreaming which brought a smile to his face until it dropped almost as suddenly as it had come when he heard her voice and realized it wasn't you.

They could never be you.

Suddenly he was angry at them, cursing and telling them to leave him alone and to never text him again.

Deep down he knew he'd never love anyone like you again, and you were actually meant for him; but he hated admitting it and to spare himself from more pain, might never admit it.

That was the thing, you were meant for him. Not anymore; you didn't exist anymore, because of him. He knew that now that his soulmate was gone forever, his bleak days would never be lit up by you again.

Just thinking of that smile, the only one that managed to get through his tough and cold exterior, made him feel like crying or punching something.

He then thought of the note, which he often did, and your body at the morgue because he hadn't come home quick enough to see you, and for that he was grateful; seeing you like that would've driven him to the edge.

The note, the one that read, ' I'm sorry, Riki. I tried, I really did. I love you, -y/n '

[manicplank]

How would they react to having a REALLY bad day?

P.S ((i feel like pepperman would make heavily detailed vent art then wouldn’t tell anyone abt it and act like it never happened HELP,, LOVE your headcanons btw they’re so good!! :3))

- Pepperman Simp

Bad day headcanons!

Peppino: Might have a rage fit that ends with tears. He probably ends up sobbing his eyes out in private. Screaming in the walk-in cooler for sure. He doesn't really have good coping skills. At the most, he'll go home and go to bed.

Gustavo: Copes better than most people. Might cry a little bit. Probably goes home and takes a long hot bath, goes to bed early shortly after that. Might take Brick out for a ride or just snuggle up to him. Brick is a great emotional support rat.

Mr. Stick: Drinks. Not heavily, but gets a decent buzz. Not the best way to cope, but he's a high stress guy and doesn't know what to do with it.

Pepperman: I like your headcanon. He probably does a really detailed, angsty painting then DESTROYS it. He throws it, punches it, burns it. Cries afterwards.

The Vigilante: Also a drinker, but not heavy. Might have a couple whiskeys. Mostly sulks and gets pretty grumpy. Probably goes to the shooting range to blow off some steam.

The Noise: Chain smokes for sure. Gets super snippy. Sometimes gets drunk. Usually goes home and eventually sobs his eyes out after pouting for a bit. Or he goes into a fit of rage and destroys anything his path (usually on set, in The Pig City, or somewhere in the NTV building).

Noisette: Gets even meaner than The Noise. She is the definition of rage. Either that, or she cries. She will weep for hours. OR she treats herself. Probably buys herself a cake, takes a hot bath, paints her nails. It's a roll of the dice.

Fake Peppino: Cries, wails. He screams loud enough to be heard throughout the entire tower. Will destroy everything he can get his slimy little hands on.

Pizzahead: Another cryer. Probably cries into a pillow and kicks his legs like a little 12 year old in movies. Definitely a smoker but not to the same degree as The Noise. Or, much like Noisette, might pamper himself with an at home spa day. Maybe even a 24 hour nap.

Pillar John: Pretty much dissociates for a few hours. Spaces out and lets his mind go blank. Might take a looong nap. Not a big stress guy and usually decompresses easily.

Gerome: A big fan of long, hot baths. Will use up all the hot water in the tower and stays in there for hours. Another big napper. He'll probably get himself his comfort food.

[sirphrogington3rd]

Info: Aemond x Martell wife, think after Aemomd killed Luke, Rheanyra takes revenge by killing You and Aemond's children

Warnings!!: gore, blood, child m6rder, angst, violence, child d3ath

Authors note: I'm currently writing a fic for them on my Wattpad, this just was a thought that came to me at the hellish hours of the night and I can't stop thinking abt it. I started sobbing while writing this so beware!

*Angst ahead*

Aemond had become ever more productive over you and the newly born twin babes your bore only months prior, he had not told you about the accident with Luke nor did he want anyone else to let you in of the brewing storm.

One night, Aemond fell asleep at his desk, and you lie in bed comfortably with your babes, their tiny sleeping forms bringing you comfort, Fluffy's beastly body curled at the foot of the bed. You heard something shift in the room, like someone climbing in through a window

you sat up, "Aemond?" you called to the shadows

only to quickly realize Aemond was still sleeping on his desk, exhausted. You looked back into the shadows as a glint of metal shown in the blackness, you take your babes into your arms, and look back as a man in a cloak steps closer to your bed

"Who are you?"

Your head whips around at the sound of struggle behind you, Aemond. knife to his throat, keeping him from helping you. Tears sting your eyes as the welled spills from your tear ducks. Now each babe screaming in fear.

"Please! I beg you do not hurt them!" you cried

"This is payment," the man says, "but you may choose, an option your husband did not grant Rhaenrya."

You look back at Aemond with confusion, "What?" your voice shallow, soft... scared

"choose which of your sons die."

You had the lives of your sons and your husband in the line, if you order your tiger to attack they'd kill Aemond and the babes. You shifted to sit on your knees

"I beg you, do not kill my children!"

"If you will not pick, I shall," the man spoke reaching for the babe with white hair

you yelp at the feeling of a babe being ripped from you. You plead, cried, begged, offered finery, your body, anything. Aemond said nothing but you could hear his weeps. You screamed as the assailant drove his knife into your baby. You took in a shaky breath, face contouring into a horrified, and painfilled expression. the crying of the child fading into silence as the men made their escapes.

You in shambles place your brown-haired babe beside Fluffy and crawl from your bed, tears flowing like a violent storm, drenching your night clothes as you fell to your knees where your bloodied child lay.

"My sweet boy," you whispered pulling the child into your arms, "My sweet summer child."

You rocked back and forth as you cradled the child, you wailed, sounds of pure anguish. You placed your forehead against the dead babe's, holding his tiny hand.

You wailed, a scream full of hate, and sadness, Aemond made his way to your side.

"This is all your fault..." you said

He just held you as he mumbled apologies. Fluffy took your live babe by the blanket it was swaddled in and jumped from the bed, placing the screaming child in front of you and Aemond, he scooped up the child as the feline rested its head on your leg but you were inconsolable.

[writings-ofthe-heart]

This came to me in a dream 😮 abt to watch tmnt :3 posting this b4 hand, thanks for reading!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

TW ; Angst, mention of character death, COD MWII spoilers (yes it's true) umm idk

WC ; A little over 1k

Side notes ; Not beta read we die like men, Idk if i did his character right, but i need to get good because of how popular he is 😞 anyways hope you (cry) enjoy!

A knock on the door. Who could be doing that at four in the morning? Sleepy eyes blink open and you step out of your burrow of a bed.

"Coming!" You shout out, a small hope blooming in your stomach. Maybe it's finally the day, he promised he would come back. It's been a few months since he left, telling you,

"Now, don't worry love, it'll be an easy mission, slow and steady wins the race right?" Simon told you how his next mission might take a while, and you'll be apart longer then you've ever been. He wouldn't send letters , or messages. You knew how dangerous his military work was but you didn't know how many men wanted Ghost dead and buried. For that reason, it was like he never existed to you. Yet, traces remained, a specialty brand of tea always dormant in your cupboard, shirts too big for you hanging in the closet. You wore them often, making sure not to use all of them if not just to keep their scent as a reminder. A reminder you wouldn't dare to forget.

An older man, clad in military camo, sighed at your door as you opened it.

"Hello ma'am, sorry to bother you at such an early hour." He began, you shook your head, his body language and tone dampening the spark in your chest. It felt like flowers were blooming in your throat, making you unable to speak. You clear your throat.

"No, no, not a bother at all. Would you like to come in?" Best thing you could do was to be polite.

He nodded, walking into the house and taking his boots off. "I'm John Price, captain of the team your boyfriend, I assume was part of." He, now known as John, introduced himself as you beckened him to sit down at the table.

"Oh, yes, we're engaged, actually."

He seemed a bit astounded by that, chuckling. "I'll be damned."

"Is that unusual for him?" You sounded unsure, hands shaking the slightest bit as you poured water into the kettle. You set it to boil.

"Well, in our perspective, yes it was unusual."

The 'was' stabbed you, leaving you with no air. You quickly went to sit across from him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you here, John?"

A darkness set behind his eyes, he took a deep breath. "Ma'am, I came to share some news." He seemed uncomfortable within your line of sight, your eyes burning into him. It felt like cold water being poured over your head.

"Don't.." You whispered, your heart squeezing.

"He's gone." The silence was deafening, John's low voice filling the air, "I'm sorry ma'am, Simon is dead."

You felt confused for a second, a second of denial, a second of bliss. Because Simon wouldn't do that. He promised you, promised that he would come back before your wedding day. He promised you would choose the cake, choose the theme, the colors you loved... together.

You stood up harshly, John didn't even flinch.

"No." A breathless whisper. Your heart began to split into fragments, the more he let it sink in, the more you wanted to rip your hair out, the more you wanted to throw your chair at John.

"He's not dead, John, he's not! He promised, oh God, he promised me.." Then the sobs came and you crumbled to your knees. Loud wails filled the room and you were sure the neighbours would be complaining later. You covered your mouth to mufflw your noises, hands raking down your face in disbelief.

You screamed, ragged breaths coming short and quick, continuing to cry your heart out.

John never knew what to do when he let a team members family know their loved one had died. After almost an hour of howling for Simon, your sobs had turned to weeps. The older man offered words of comfort, and in the background the kettle squealed.

"He was a good man. One of the best soldiers I knew."

You were too tired to respond, blankly looking at the ground. The kettles noise didn't faze you, so John stood. Striding to the kitchen, he shut it off and poured the water into the mugs already there. The teabags were also set in the mugs as well, he dipped one in and out before sipping it. He brought the cups to the table. John had to lift you and set you down on the chair. Your mind was reeling but, at the same time eerily empty. You couldn't think about anything but the words that left the captains lips earlier.

He's gone. That sentence repeated, again and again. He's gone. Simon Riley, your fiance, the man you loved for more than 5 years, is gone.

"He's.. he's gone." You whispered to yourself, sipping the tea. It was his favorite. Your heart clenched again, the urge to throw up strong. The mug was pushed away. John nodded.

"I'm... sorry."

You couldn't think, you could barely process his words.

"How'd it happen?" Your voice cracked, it was hoarse and raw from screaming.

"Burned. Shot and burned." Price simply replied and it made you ache. Had he no sympathy? The thought of Simon being burnt to a crisp, no longer recognizable made your pain heighten.

Did he think of you? When he felt the fire coursing through him, did he think of your smile? Your planned wedding, talks of adopting, growing old. You were eager, he was pessimistic.

But the truth is, he wanted it just as much as you did. When he was shoved into the pit, bleeding out, he thought of you. He thought of how wonderful it will be to have children, to finally say his vows. He thought how you would react when he finally came home, too delirious from bleeding to realize what was really happening.

He loved you, sometimes it was hard to tell. His guard always up, walls built of steel. But he did, that moment before his body succumbed to his injuries, he thought of how much he loved you and he didn't regret a single thing.

[reblogs are appreciated! (srsly i adore them)]

[gothushi]

Luke gets so used to being edged for hours and hours and then suddenly one day Y/N switches it to hard and fast overstim with no warning. He knows how to handle edging by now, he’s such a good boy for you, but once you start stroking him relentlessly? His mind is goo.

THIS THIS THIS!!!! i was gonna even add this to the other ask abt edging and went ‘nah maybe thats too much for now’ BUT!!!!!!

you literally train him for weeks and it’s a usual thing now, if he’s gonna cum he gets edged at least three times and it doesn’t even phase him anymore. he still whines about it and calls you unfair and mean and will pout but what else did you expect?

so when you go back to the roots of restraining him down, belts looped around his wtists and ankles keeping him to a chair, he’s a bit huffy. he doesn’t need them anymore! he can behave and not squirm too much. but all you say is “shh stop whining” “be quiet” “hush baby” and he’ll never admit that he gets a little mushy when you shush him so sweetly, like you’re reassuring him

so after the fifth time edging him, the sixth he expects you to stop again, right? wrong. your hand keeps going, hard, fast, he yells. starts thrashing around, ass pushing back down into the chair to try and escape your hand. “what–! stop!” “i’m– fuck! i’m sensitive, stop, i’m gonna cum!” he’ll whine, before he’s forced over the edge without a choice. he makes a mess of your hand, his thighs and tummy, sticky white smearing over his suddenly over sensitive cock because you keep going even when he wails. rub the palm over his head in fast circles and he’ll outright call you a bitch, growl, thrash around against the wooden chair so much that he moves it a little, legs scraping against the hardwood. “it hurts! stop!” “you fuckin– bitch! ow– stop!” “i can’t cum anymore stop!” force him to cum again, and again, until he’s panting, flushed red from his cheeks to his chest, face wet with tears, and he’s whimpering hoarsely for you to stop finally. clean him up, unrestrain him, tuck him into bed with some water and one nap later he’ll be attached to your side whilst you make dinner, his eyes practically little hearts.

[some-pers0n]

So about that ask game you reblogged abt an hour ago

Opinions on The Spy TF2?

Ah, lemme think.

Favourite thing

I am in love with how in-game his disguise is just a mask with the class he's disguised as. It's so stupid and dumb and funny. In the lore it's probably just him being disguised as the character regularly without any mask, but it's still so funny. I also adore every gag of him ever where he's disguised as an object and has the object on that mask. It's priceless.

Least favourite thing

I do wish we got more information about him. I get his whole appeal is that he's this mysterious guy and all, but I do wish we got to explore his past a little. I think there's a lot of potential for James Bond type stuff there.

Favourite line

"26 years ago, I dropped a 'sex bomb' on your mother." I love it both for the comedy of it and also because UAGHHUAHHH HE'S TELLING SCOUT HE'S HIS FATHERRRR WAILING

brOTP

I think Sniper and Spy are really great friends. They get along quite well, despite their occasional squabbles. I don't think of them in a romantic sense, even if they are quite intimate and close. Good friends. I also really like Spy and Pyro. They're cute buds.

OTP

Hm, it's a toss up between Freedom Fries (Soldier/Spy), Practical Espionage (Spy/Engie), and Spoovy (Spy/Heavy). I also like Spy/Sniper in a romantic sense, but personally I prefer it platonic. Spy is a very shipable character.

nOTP

Well there's the obvious forbidden ship, which is a clear and obvious pick-me answer. Normal people should hate that ship. Uhhh,,other than that? I dunno.

Random headcanon

Utter coffee snob. He's pretentious and has like $50,000 dollars worth of equipment to make his prissy little mocha fraps.

Unpopular opinion

Spy isn't a jerk. Snobby and pretentious? Absolutely. I wouldn't say he's particularly rude though. No more rude and antagonistic than the others during their voice lines. In fact, canon material goes against this. He tries to organize a little bucket list thing before they all die. He spends what he believes to be his last few days alive helping Scout try and get a date with Miss Pauling. He is willing to do a suicide pact with Pauling so that they get out of being tortured to death. He sticks around with Scout after they're all fired to keep him and his mother afloat. Hell, he gives Scout closure when he seems to be on the verge of death. I think people assume French = jackass which means he's constantly insulting people and rude. No, he's not.

Song I associate with them

OUghhHH,, that's a hard one to think. Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra. I associate a lot of 1950s songs with him, and Frank Sinatra is perfectly romantic for a guy like him. I also think that him and Scout's Ma hooking up came around from him developing feelings for somebody he shouldn't have, for their own sake. He loved her dearly. Still does even after all these years. But, he can't commit. He doesn't want to settle down. He wants that honeymoon phase to last forever.

Favourite picture

Something about this picture is just really sweet to me. I think a lot of people forget about this comic and how Spy interacts with the boy, which makes me sad since he's...not that bad with him, ya know?

[battiegutz]

ok still not able to draw turts rn but i am gettin a bit of th fixation back so heres some rise headcanons;

donnie is average at best at video games but will play them for hours (the purple game was designed for him so im gonna say that it was specifically designed so he could beat it) meanwhile leo is cracked at games but will get distracted and switch between like 8 games within half an hour

mikey will often serve food for his brothers at different stages during the cooking process to accommodate their sensory issues and allergies, raph and him are usually the only ones who eat the "fully completed" recipe

raph hates cooked vegetables and thinks all vegetables should be crunchy as god intended. he has also eaten an entire watermelon in one bite before (with great difficulty)

leo and donnie convinced mikey that freddy fazbear was real when they were little but splinter made them apologize after mikey had a nightmare abt him appearing in the sewers and cried to raph abt it. donnie initially refused to apologize because "thats stupid the water down here would mess up his circuits" but mikey cried again and he felt rlly bad abt it

leo got into medicine because of april, one time when they were kids playing in the sewers she fell and scraped her knee and since she was like idk 6 and 6yr olds are stupid she started wailing and was like "the poopy water down here is gonna infect my cut and then theyre gonna cut my leg off and i wont be able to see you guys EVER AGAIN" nd leos like. WHAT!!!! just wholeheartedly believes her and donnies in the corner trying not to throw up. she was fine she just went home and washed it and got a bandaid but th turts were so scared bc she was like a day or two late to their usual playdate nd they thought she died. leo asked for "healing books" on his next birthday

mikey saw ppl getting duct taped to the wall online nd thought it was so cool he asked raph to do it but they had to have him face against the wall to not harm his shell and halfway thru he was like "this suck actually let me out" nd raph was like "no lol" nd left him up there for a while

leo fully believes quicksand is a common problem he will have to face

they would film their own "youtube videos" as kids bc they wanted to join in on the whole youtuber craze but didnt post them anywhere for obvious reasons. april had a great time showing them to jr post-movie despite all their embarrassment

they tried the ice bucket challenge on mikey and he almost went into brumation

donnie thought spongebob was real as a little kid and was super mad at splinter for like a day when he told him it wasnt

mikey will climb on top of raphs tail and have him drag him along (alligator tail raph real) raph will sometimes swish his tail and mikey has to hold on for dear life

[ilylovelyz]

family oriented.

c/hyung line

❥main character(s): han felix seungmin i.n x afab!reader

❥genre: smut

❥(major) warning(s): incest, sibling incest, parent incest, uncle/niece incest, cousin incest, emotional manipulation, blackmail, cheating, threats of suicide, slapping, verbal abuse, han lowkey gets assaulted by y/n, getting caught, bullying, bodyshaming, assault, slut shaming, noncon, gangrape, forced triple penetration, jeongin's is straight up nasty, might not be the best for users with a weak stomach

han. your useless, yet well-liked brother.

from day one you always heard about what a wonder your older brother was.

not that u complained, he was a pretty good guy.

he was smart, funny, nice.

but also pretty attractive.

but at the same time, you hated him for it.

you always had to wonder and think abt the next knew person in your nice and decide if they are here for you or here for your brother.

it really made it hard to make friends.

things especially became hard when you both entered college and all everyone could want or think was han jisung.

your brother noticed it, too.

he felt unbearably guilty.

his sweet little sister, who deserved the world, would always be used and discarded like scum.

in return, he would constantly praise you and spoil you as best he could.

buying you clothes or accessories (even when he didn't have much money)

helping you, or even doing your homework for you (even if he struggled with the subject), and helping you de-stress.

he would happily push his own stress aside just for you for you to feel happy, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.

he could never say no to you.

after all, due to all the problems he causes you rooting from childhood, it's just his duty to take care of you right?

he would never say no to you.

even if what you are asking for is on the borderline of taboo.

it's been what? 2 hours since then? his jaw is aching from all of the sucking and licking he has done with his tongue. his face is covered in slick and fluids. oh yeah, and also you.

it's been 2 hours since you, much in your bratty and spoiled behavior, demanded that jisung stop doing whatever he was (not that you even asked, he was on call with his current girlfriend) and eat you out right there and then because you felt like it.

at first, he asked for five more minutes. just five more minutes wouldn't hurt right? he hadn't talked to his girlfriend all day. but no, you apparently couldn't handle five more minutes because in no time you were wailing that after all he's done to you he couldn't even do this one simple thing for you as repayment.

and him, being the doormat of an older brother he was, instantly felt bad. to be fair, it was his fault. he did cause a lot of pain for you. and now he couldn't even do this simple thing for you? he then felt worse as you began to cry out about how you'll just kill yourself since nobody loves you.

yeah, that was enough for him to grab you by your hips (not even caring that his girlfriend was still on call with him) and allow you to find a comfortable position on his face.

so yeah, again, it's been 2 hours since then. you've came many times (perhaps eight times? he can't help but think that you may be more gifted in the energy department) and you are about to come again. he can tell with every pull of his hair and mewl of yours.

"ah! jisung!" you moan, throwing your head back and tightening your thighs around his head with no care if he can even breathe at this point, happily grinding your clit into his nose. you look down when he muffles something into your soaked pussy, immediately swooning at the sight of his eyes filled to the brim with tears and adoration.

"w-what's that, older brother? got somethin' to say?" you smirk, lifting your hips a bit only for him to babble nonsense about how he promises to make you feel good, that he is sorry for treating you like shit. god, does him eating you out like madman, but god, does it feel even better to have your older brother, han jisung, wrapped around your finger.

you hum as response, taking residence back onto his face as he hungrily laps at your folds, diving his tongue into your hole. you lean back a bit, your hand finding the budge in his sweatpants. he hasn't came once. well, it's not like he could considering this was all about you, anyways. but regardless, from the way his clothed dick twitches and his hips begin to hump your hand, it's clear he does want to cum.

what a fucking self-centered bitch.

he yelps out when your hand strikes down onto the bulge in his pants, the tears in his eyes finally spilling out when your hand comes down onto his perfect face. "you fucking bitch! who said that this was about you, huh?" you yell, slapping him a couple of more times, ignoring his mumbles of apologies and him swearing that he'll never do it again. 

gripping his face using your dainty hand, you squish his jaw, forcing him to pout. "'m shorwy," he mumbles, "i'll never d-do it again."

sitting up more, but making sure that his face doesn't escape your grasp, you take in look of your older brother before you.

is this really the same guy that everyone likes? you can't help but scoff at this. this guy, that everyone praises for his intelligence and charisma, is now a weak crying mess under you, eating out his younger sister, whom he is also letting slap the shit out of him for fucking up something so simple.

how is this guy so useless and well-liked at the same time?

felix. your closest friend. aka your cousin.

you and felix have been best friends for as long as you both remember.

you've been in each other's lives since diapers, which was understandable because you were both cousins.

but sometimes, people would think that because of how close you two were.

while most people you knew liked their cousins, they were never as close to them as you were with felix.

they never really spent all their time together, going out to the mall, trying out new food places, or just simply staying home and running around like children.

to simply put it, felix was your favorite person.

he was sweet, funny and cute.

the entire package.

and that alone just made it even more justified why you both are so close.

sometimes you guys would even be mistaken as girlfriend and boyfriend!

while it would earn an embarrassed whine from one of you, it's not like you both were against it either.

if you guys weren't cousins, then you probably would date each other!

but obviously, you were cousins, so you couldn't.

but that wouldn't stop you two from crossing the lines just a few times.

it was really no biggie!

just platonic love from two cousins.

whenever your family members would see you two run off like toddlers around the house despite being at your prime age, all they could think of "how cute. they are so close."

yeah, you two are veryy close.

perhaps closer than they intended.

surrounding the room you are in is your parents, felix's parents, your cousins and your siblings and uncles. you can hear then chatter and laugh amongst themselves whatever topic they've chose as of now. it's not like you really realized how close they are in hindsight, especially with the way felix is slowly working his cock inside your pussy.

"mhf.. felix.." you mewl through your hand which was currently covering your mouth to prevent your sinful noises. yeah, so sinful, whatever you two are doing. it was a sunday, too. you all just came back from church, confessing your sins to the lord but now here you are, being fucked stupid by your cousin.

"you feel so good, y/n.." he groans, his hand slipping up your pink dress and finding purchase onto your breast, squeezing and tugging at the bud there. "so fucking good." he mumbles, picking up speed.

whenever you two are in such a captivating position, you sometimes wonder what made you two come to this. i mean, you remember the first time you both "platonically" experimented with each other. god your first time with felix was so heavenly.

he got so overworked and got so overwhelmed that he completely forgot the meaning of a gentle first time and just began to jackhammer into you, completely ignoring your screams and moans that it was "too much", and how he was going to "break you."

in the end, he was still moving his cock in and out of you while your eyes were dull with exhaustion. your body limp and twitching. you came, squirted, and dry orgasmed and yet that boy still hadn't had enough, babbling dumbly about how he just needed "one more", and that he was "almost done." yeah what a lie that was.

you were immediately taken back to reality when you heard the doorknob to the room you both were currently in rattle violently. "felix? y/n? what are you two doing in there? your mom wants you y/n!" you hear one of your siblings shout, still trying the locked doorknob. you were both dumb, but luckily not dumb enough to leave the door unlocked.

"f-felix.." you whimper, tears filling your eyes to the brim as you realize he has no intent of stopping, simply focused on the nice feeling your gummy walls give his cock. "felix we need to stop-" you gasp, not being able to finish your sentence before he angles his hips in a purposeful manner so his tip finds that spot.

"i love you y/n." he admits, removing your hand so he can replace it with his lips, shoving his tongue gleefully down your throat. with no remorse for you, his hips slam into yours as he begins to jackrabbit into you, clearly ignoring the non-mistakable plap plap plap.

he swallows every moan and squeal as he rubs quick and tight circles onto your clit, pulling away to watch your body twitch and spasm as your orgasm washes over you before the sight becomes too much for him alone and he is dumping his seed into your abused pussy.

gasping and catching his breath, he makes eye contact with your sibling. clearly unfazed, he spits onto your slipped out tongue.

it's not like they didn't suspect you fucking your closest friend anyways. aka your cousin.

seungmin. that one mean uncle.

your uncle, seungmin was only 10 years older than you.

even though there wasn't that big of an age gap, he still acted like he was high and mighty.

you never really saw him a lot as a child.

and when you did, you always cried or just stayed away from him.

for some reason, that man always made fun of you.

even when you begged your mom to do something about it, she always shrugged it off with a "he's just looking out for you."

his bullying got progressively worse as you got older.

comments about your weight, appearance, clothing, everything, was suddenly important.

especially when you got to that age, he always made to make a snide "joke" about how you are probably talking to boys, or even just straight up told your mom to lock you up in the basement.

despite that, his comments for some reason, never failed you make you flustered and antsy.

but for what?

sure, your uncle was... attractive.

every time you showed one of your friends a picture of him or something they always swooned and "jokingly" said that they want your uncle.

when you became 18 and started college, suddenly his bullying became 10x worse.

heck, it even became physical.

when it was just the two of you, he would call you horrible names, and ask weird questions.

"are you a virgin? or are you prostituting yourself out already?"

"have you gotten yourself a boyfriend yet? you better get on your knees for him."

and even worse.. when he would bend you over his lap after you make a stupid mistake and spank you like a child at least 10 times before shoving you off of him and calling you a "dumb bitch."

if you hated him so much, then why would you always get so worked up at his comments? his bullying?

don't worry because he has an answer.

"it's because your a cock-sucking bitch." he scoffed. today he has had enough. he is tired of you parading around like a whore in those short shorts and bending over to reveal your lace panties. today, he is going to teach you a lesson, and you're going to take it like the supposed "big girl" you are.

"please stop.." you whimper, yelping out when his hand slaps down onto your nipple. right now, he has you standing against the wall. your tank top shoved above your breasts and his hands down your panties. "please stop what? you're enjoying this don't lie." he chides, ignoring the way you gasp at the sudden burn of him shoving two fingers into your virgin hole.

"what? you're a virgin?" he says, relishing in the way your eyes are overfilled with tears, your neck covered in bites and hickies. "ha, to be honest i thought you've slept with at least a 100 men now." he laughs, adding a third finger and picking up his speed. thank god your mother was stupid enough to leave you with him for the summer.

"ah-no! s-stop it! i'm not like that!" you plead, wiggling desperately as you try to get out of his hold. your actions are paused when he slaps you across the face. "quit squirming, bitch. before i actually give you a punishment and rape you in front of your stupid mom."

he smiles when you comply, just hoping that if you obey his commands, it'll be over quicker. however, from the way he watches you with a dark look in his eyes, this will probably not be the first and last time he does this.

pinching your nipple, he adds in a fourth finger, ignoring your screams and cries about how it hurts, simply moving his hand down to your clit and rubbing tight painful circles onto it. his fingers are violently rubbing against your gummy walls, and at this point, you can't tell if the stars are from pleasure or pain.

but that doesn't matter as with a slap onto your clit, squirt spilling out like a stream of piss. your cheeks burn with shame as he laughs, bringing his hand up to his mouth as he makes eye contact with you while licking your slick off his hands before rubbing the remainder on your tear ridden face and leaving you there, trembling and crying quietly.

yeah, this definitely wasn't going to be the last time. seungmin is one mean uncle.

i.n. your bully of a twin older brother.

your twin older brother, jeongin (likes to be called i.n for some reason) is to put it simply, an asshole.

he was always, always picking on you.

acting like he didn't know you when you were out with friends.

or just referring to you as his "mistake sister."

he was popular at school too, so his word was highly influenced.

at some point, everyone picked on his distaste for you and began picking on you too.

during your last year of high-school, you were so happy that you were going to leave

you were finally able to move away without being labeled as a runaway.

while the bullying spiked towards the end of the year

especially when your birthday came around, during the last few weeks, everything.. became quiet.

nobody talked to you.

nobody looked at you.

everyone was ignoring you.

which was total bliss.

even though you were completely confused by it, you never questioned it out loud.

even though you still heard people talking about you, it was like it was hearing mice.

you never saw the mice, but you heard it.

on the day of graduation, you were as lively as ever.

last minute however, you were invited to visit your homeroom class by one of your male friends after the graduation ceremony to "take in" the last moments of your high-school career.

and while you did not have the best memories with your school, you thought there would be no harm just to see your childhood off.

oh boy, nothing could've prepared you for what was to come.

it's been hours since you've arrived to the classroom. approximately, 3 hours. it's also been 3 hours since your brother and his group of dogs showed up unexpectedly. it's been 3 hours since they slammed you down onto your desks and forcefully ripped off your graduation gown and your pretty dress, too.

right now, you were on the uncleaned floor, your mouth and ass was filled with cock. you cried, you fought, and you spat. however, your resolve was quickly beaten the shit out of you.

"ya still here with us?" you hear a familiar voice say. mustering your strength to open your eyes again, you meet the eyes of your older twin brother, his eyes dark with hate and lust.

"mhf-!" you muffle, your mouth filled with the now-familiar taste of backed up semen, coughing it out when your mouth is free from the unfamiliar boy's cock. "hm, you suck dick like a pro." the boy says, smirking when some bile comes up with your saliva. before they stuffed your ass, they forced you to choke and practically clean off the dirt on their nasty unwashed cocks. it was absolutely disgusting. you threw up perhaps 4 times then.

the only part of you that was currently untouched was your pussy. as like jeongin said when your gangrape began, your virginity was his.

after the boy who was currently fucking your ass finally finished, jeongin took up residence between your slicked and marked thighs. poking and prodding at your pussy with his dick's tip, he mumbles something about how this was his repayment as your existence is the worst thing of his life before he, without a thought for you, shoves his cock in you in one go, ignoring the way your body jolts with pain.

"ha-y'know, i've always dreamt of this," he giggles, "i've always dreamt o-of putting you in your place." in one swift motion, he is pulling you on top of him, his eyes glued to your face as your mouth gets stuffed with another cock. your scream is muffled as another cock invades your ass again, all three clearly intent on breaking you.

"g-god, i always knew you were such a whore." he stutters, throwing his head back when he feels your clench around him, "f-fuck, i'm g-gonna-" he chokes, his thrusts speeding up and he practically humps you, his eyes rolling back as he empties his fertile seed into your virgin pussy.

after a while, he pulls out and removes you off of him, allowing your supposed "friend" to take his place as a reward of tricking you. he watches your gangrape for 5 minutes before leaving the classroom to go home. he could really care less what they do to you in there.

your bully of an older brother really hates you, y'know?