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teasteeper · 22 days

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street fighter bf!yangyang

pairing: street fighter!yangyang x f!reader

genre: fluff, smut 18+ mdni

warnings: blood and injury, violence, drug use, weed, oral (f receiving), pinv

street fighter bf!yangyang who's such a tryhard. he's the youngest and rowdiest fighter, hopped up on adrenaline with no regard for his safety, taking on anyone at any time. he feels best when he's covered in blood, stimulants buzzing in his system and his hands numb from his unrelenting punches. which is why he wants you there - he invites you to every fight so he can seek you out in the crowd right after he's done. cups your face in his shaky hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, the metallic taste of his blood on your tongue. loves the way it stains your teeth and tints your lips red, laughing when you try to wipe it away and stain your fingers instead. he just can’t control himself, particularly around you, managing to drive home for about two minutes before pulling onto a quiet side street and telling you to get in the backseat. “you’re still bleeding” you whine out to him, pressing your knees together. “and?” you watch him push your legs apart and flip your skirt up, tugging your panties to the side with his bruised fingers before dipping his head down and lapping at your pussy. he’s still high and sloppy, drool and blood dripping from his broken nose making a mess between your thighs.

street fighter bf!yangyang who only feels safe with you. behind the cocky, blood hungry street fighter is a kid who was forced to grow up too fast, swept away by the violence and drugs and money of it all. when he’s with you he doesn’t have to act tough or put on a straight face. so he loves your softness and femininity, spending his free time driving you around, paying for your sweet vanilla lattes and new mini skirts and makeup. he wants to provide for someone with the dumb amount of money he has from beating people up, and he thinks you deserve it more than anyone. he sits patiently as you put pink hair dye in his hair and paint his nails black, brows furrowing and getting serious when it’s his turn to paint your nails, muttering curses when he gets polish on your skin. he smokes weed instead of popping uppers when he’s with you, feeling the stress leave his body as he lazes back on your bed, watching your manicured fingers ghost over his bare abdomen. you trace the dark bruises on his pale skin that nearly cover him completely, from the dark ring around his eye to his broken ribs, “does it hurt?” “what, that?” he looks down at his wounds as if seeing them for the first time before looking up with a dopey lopsided smile, “i don’t feel a thing”

street fighter bf!yangyang who sees every man as a threat. takes protecting you too far, ready to maim anyone who comes close enough. he has half a mind to lead you out of the club with a hand on your lower back, ushering you into the passenger seat of his car before turning around and shoving past the bouncer. all you can do is stare silently when he comes back ten minutes later, blood splattered on his white shirt and his knuckles raw.

street fighter bf!yangyang who isn't as careful with his drugs as hendery is. he knows the older street fighter doesn't let his girl anywhere near that shit (hendery's words), but yangyang doesn't think of the long term consequences. getting high makes him feel okay, and it makes you silly and soft, malleable in his hands. both your pupils blown wide, skin glowing with sweat. his thrusts are slow and sloppy as you squirm restlessly under him, catching your jaw in his bruised fingers so he can see your fucked out expression. "look at me when i fuck you" he's slurring, and you're both so gone, feeling a soft smack on your cheek that makes you flutter your eyes open. his heart swells at how clingy you get, tugging on his hair and pouting your lips for a kiss, broken whines caught in your throat. "hi, baby" he pushes two fingers past your lips, something to suck on so you stay awake, "s'okay. you're okay. i'll fix it, baby. i got you"

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teasteeper · 2 months

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beach day ^_~ 🫧 (w.kh)

pairing: street fighter bf!hendery x f!reader

genre: fluff, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: mentions of injury, smoking, oral (m receiving), pinv

words: 1.6k

Hendery is a bit of a recluse, opting to spend his time off alone with you in your shared apartment, healing his injuries and making up for all the time you’ve spent pent up in there by yourself. The sun hurts his eyes, seeing as he only really goes out at night, and he can’t stand the judgmental looks he gets from people when he walks around with raw, bloody knuckles and black eyes on display, especially when those nasty looks are directed at you.

He can usually pacify your begging for him to take you out and do something fun, pushing your face into his pillow and splitting your little cunt on his cock until you forget all about it. But summer is something you do not take lightly, especially when it comes to going to the beach. So, you have to pull out all the stops.

“Or… this one!” You tie the sixth bikini you’ve tried on behind your neck before doing a spin for Hendery, sitting in front of you on the couch. At first you went to the bedroom to change, but seeing as you had so many skimpy swimsuits to try on, you figured it made more sense to change right there. You made sure to face him as you untied each tiny top and let it fall to the ground, turning around to peel off the matching bottoms, bending down and taking your time to search for the next one. Remember, all the stops.

By now Hendery’s back is fully slumped against the couch, an almost pained expression on his face as you force him to watch you undress and redress into your bikinis.

“So, which one?”

“I know what you’re doing,” Hendery huffs standing up and grabbing your hips to turn you to face away from him. He pulls at the strings of your bikini, starting at your neck, then your mid back, and finally the bows at your hips that had just held up the tiny bottoms. “I’ll take you to the beach tomorrow.”

As expected Hendery takes you to a private beach - not actually private but pretty secluded, like a peaceful little sanctuary surrounded by palm trees and far away from all other beachgoers.

He’s dress like, well… like a street fighter off duty. His hat is pulled lower over his face with big black sunglasses covering his eyes. You don’t waste a second before pushing his big hoodie up his torso and over his head, throwing it over to where your overpacked beach bag sits in the sand. It knocks his hat off and sets his glasses askew, and he pulls them off and throws them towards the rest of your things, offering a pretty lopsided smile he only shows you.

Getting him to the beach is a miracle, so you don’t argue when he refuses to swim, only sticking out your tongue over your shoulder as you hop over the hot sand towards the sparkly blue ocean. Hendery’s content sitting in the shade, watching your tan limbs flutter in the water as he holds the ice cream he bought you in one hand, a cigarette in the other (you bit your tongue instead of telling him about the no smoking rule).

Swimming under the blinding sun tires you out, spending the rest of the day spread out on a blanket with Hendery. The fresh ocean air and the fact that he brought you all the way here when he’d probably much rather be at home gives you a serotonin boost, half straddling him as you lean over him. Your head is dizzy and your lips swollen from kissing all over his warm skin, pulling back to take in the sight of him somewhat relaxed for once.

You ghost your fingers over his torso, tracing the deep purple bruises over his ribs and chest. It should scare you how broken he looks, how fighting has hardened him, his eyes dark and narrow like they’re on alert, his knuckles always red and raw. But it makes you warm inside, his sharp jaw and firm muscles so familiar, the bruises and scars so pretty on his pale skin.

You’re lightheaded and stupid and so, so happy, letting out a bubbly moan as you plant your puffy lips on his. When you pull away he uses his fingers to brush your half dried hair behind your ear, pressing his palm to your warm, sunkissed cheek. “What is it, baby?”

You turn into his hand, kissing across his palm before licking a stripe up the column of his pointer finger before closing your lips around it and sucking the digit into your mouth. “I love you,” you mumble around him, meeting his soft gaze.

He sighs, using his other hand to trail across your bare shoulder, pulling at the strap of your bikini and letting it snap against your skin. “I love you too… Baby?”

His hand falls from your mouth as you back up, crawling to kneel between his legs as you tug at the waistband of his shorts, impatiently undoing the button.

“Shit,” Hendery looks around, but the trees create a wall, and no one can be heard anywhere nearby.

He never does this, just sit back and watch as you do all the work. You have to look up and see for yourself that he hasn’t tangled his hand in your hair yet, finding his hands by his sides, his expression stoic save for his eyes that have darkened, watching your every move through his half lidded gaze with bated breath.

You giggle as his hard cock slaps his tummy once you get his shorts down his hips, leaning over to press a quick trail of kisses down his torso before circling your hand around his base, licking at the precum on his tip. He hisses, encouraging you to wrap your lips around the sensitive head.

You’re already drooling for him, pulling back and pursing your lips to land a glob of spit on his cock, pumping him with your first to get him slick. “Your throat,” he chokes out, “Put it in your throat, honey. Like that, fuck, my pretty girl.”

You whine sharply around him, his cock filling your mouth and his deep voice making your back arch deeper, wiggling your hips with your knees pressed together to get some friction on your centre.

At last his fingers push your hair back before tangling in the strands, his other hand cupping your jaw. “Ah- god, fuck” he groans, pressing his palm to the bulge in your throat.

You’re so messy, drool leaking from the corners of your lips and tits spilling out of your bikini top, mewling as you choke on Hendery’s cock. He has to pull you off him so he doesn’t cum, taking hold of your hips to maneuver you onto your back.

A sigh leaves you, trying to catch your breath as he hurriedly kicks his shorts off before ripping your bikini bottoms down your thighs. Your legs are already sore, whining out as he pushes your knees to your chest, inspecting your glistening, aching pussy. “There she is,” he mumbles, spitting rudely onto his fingers before dragging them through your puffy folds.

The friction sends waves through you, already dumb and fucked and moaning freely as if you aren’t outside. You’re cut off with a kiss as Hendery bends over you, humming against his warm lips. He works his jaw to open yours, smoothing his tongue over your own and swallowing your gasps when he lines his cock up to your entrance, starting with shallow thrusts that get deeper each time.

He’s deep but lazy, so unlike his usual commanding movements. When he’d usually be grunting and gritting he’s teeth his jaw is slack, trailing wet open mouthed kisses across your chest, deep, drawn out moans humming against your skin.

Your nails press into his shoulders to leverage your hips to buck up to meet his thrusts, needing him deeper. And he just knows, smoothing his hands over your hips to hold them steady as he pounds that spongy spot inside you over and over.

“There,” he sighs, smoothing his thumb over your cheek before pushing it between your lips. “Be good for me, baby. Please.”

“I’m- mmh. Don’t stop,” you whine around his digit, letting your limbs grow weak, your frame rocking up and down with his thrusts.

His torso tenses, abs flexing as his breaths get sharp and fast. “Fuck.. That’s a pretty girl. Let me see you cum, baby.”

The cord in your tummy pulls taught before it snaps, drooling around his thumb like you gush around his length.

“Baby,” he coos. “Jus' like that. Y’so fucking pretty. Look so pretty like this.”

He’s rambling, pulling his cock out of your cunt to rub through your folds as he fucks himself, warm sticky cum covering your tummy.

Hendery finally pulls his thumb from your mouth, pressing his lips to yours when you push them out in a pout. The kiss makes you smile a sort of lazy, lopsided smirk with your eyes closed.

“Sleepy girl, hm” another kiss as he lays down on the towel beside you. You look so pretty for him, skin glowing and soft from the sun and water, lips plump and red to match your flushed cheeks. Your lips part to let out shallow breaths, and he eases his thumb back into your mouth, sighing out when you accept his digit with nothing more than a small sigh. Next time you wouldn’t need to pull out all the stops for a beach day.

p.s. this pic is so sf!hendery <///3

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teasteeper · 21 days

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sf yangyang would get u DUMB on his cock and then start mocking ur babbles and embarrass u oh my godoodododoejwnwnek

trying to tell street fighter bf!yangyang about your day but being interrupted by his hands wandering under your shirt to play with your tits, pulling your shorts down your legs and smacking his heavy cock against your bare cunt. loves making you pouty and whiny, pushing at his chest when he pushes his tip to your hole. even when you’re protesting, your body gives into him so easily, knees falling open and eyes glassing over.

“im listening. keep talking to me, pretty”

“m’barely fucking you, dummy” laughing at you as you stutter, cooing at your embarrassment.

“aw, don’t be like that. tell me about it, baby”

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teasteeper · 3 months

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rooting for my baby (x.dj)

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pairing: street fighter!dejun x f!reader

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: blood and injury, drug mentions, slapping, pinv

words: 1.8k

"I hate it when you show up here."

It's quiet in the empty lot, the crowd dispersed and the fighters headed home to take care of their wounds. Except for your fighter, who's looming over you as your back is pressed against the cold metal of his car. It's a hot summer night, Dejun's jet black hair damp with sweat and falling over his pale forehead as he cranes his neck down to you. The neon lights of the city flash over his face, but behind the greens and pinks and yellows there's no mistaking the red. Dark, thick blood drying under his nose and streaked over his hollow cheeks.

He's so pretty. Pale and broken, covered in blood and coming down from the drugs he took before. Your fighter.

"Why can't you just stay away? From here. From me."

Despite his words his half-lidded gaze is soft on you, his bandaged knuckles grazing over your cheek. A drop of blood seeps through the cotton, and he swipes through it with his thumb, the colour blending into your flushed skin.

"I wanna cheer you on... M'always rooting for you." Your voice is quiet but doesn't shake. You're not afraid of telling Dejun exactly what you're feeling, knowing it doesn't matter to him. He always pushes back.

"You shouldn't. Too pretty to be here." It comes out like an afterthought, like he says it more to himself than to you.

He’s quiet on the ride home, but you know he won’t take you home, watching the familiar route to his apartment flash by your window. You both know how this goes- what he needs you for. And he lights a cigarette dangling from his mouth as his other hand grips the wheel. He’s trying to ignore it. How he treats you and how he hates himself for it.

Dejun��s always on top, forcing you into his mattress with hard thrusts. It’s like he’s hungry, broad shoulders hunched over you, deep broken grunts in your ear. The lights are off, but he’s all around you, his silver chain knocking dully against your chin, the ridges of his abdomen brushing against your stomach.

He’s doing what he does best, tensing his muscles and moving fast, short breaths hissing through his teeth like he’s fighting. Forcing his energy onto you, tuning out his thoughts with each brutal thrust.

“De- Dejun… Dejun,” you squeak. Your voice makes him falter, his hips stuttering as he pushes back to look at you. His dilated pupils widen slightly, like he just remembered you’re there. But his expression hardens after a beat. Always remembers how he should act, who he should be.

His thrusts get harder, his thick brows furrowed as a muscle twitches in his jaw. “What? Too much?”

“N-No. More.”

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Always ‘more, more’. You just fuckin’ take it.”

“Mh… I take it. I take it.”

He’s always selfish during this part, when your gaze goes all unfocused and dumb, staring up at him with wide eyes. He takes it in like he can’t get enough- Drowns in it. Drinking more than he can swallow and letting it run down his chin. Makes it hate himself how stupid you get, body going limp under him. Your cunt is soaked, warm slick dripping down his length and making a mess on the sheets under you. Just another stain you’ll leave, along with your sweet perfume and desperate whines that’ll keep him thinking of you after you’ve left. Makes him hate you, how you make yourself impossible to ignore. How you ruin him for anyone else.

“Y’like it rough, don’t you baby? That’s why you like watching me fight.”

“Yes. Wanna root f’you. Always rooting for you.”

Dejun starts to ramble, slurring as the drugs settle in his veins. Not thinking. “Probably like it if I hit you. Is that right?”

The pace of his hips slows, holding his breath and waiting for your expression to change. But it doesn’t, that dazed look staring up at him.

“Unh- Uh huh…”

Oh how he hates you. How you don’t think when he’s with you. How you give it up so willingly, and how he’s always waiting with open arms to take it.

And once again he’s reminded of who he is. Someone you expect to hit you. So he does.

It’s a light smack to your cheek, but you’re so dazed it makes your head loll to the side and he panics, grabbing your jaw between his fingers and turning you to face him.

“More,” you mewl. More. Always more.

He lands another smack on the same cheek with more force, your head turning like it did the first time.

“More.”

And again. Warmth spreads through your cheek and makes you dizzy. It’s like he kissed you.

“More.”

He takes your face in his hands instead, startling you from your daze. His hips still, cock sheathed fully into your cunt making you squirm beneath him.

“Haven’t had enough?” Dejun doesn’t recognize his own voice when it comes out rough and breathless. Scared. “Why haven’t you had enough?”

“Need more of you. Want- Want all of it. Please.”

And Dejun falters, because he knows what all of it is. It’s him. No fighting or trying to be a fuckup or trying to make you hate him. He sighs and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. Wishes he could cover your eyes, all unshed tears and wide pupils and softness.

“Fuck- Don’t look at me like that,” Dejun says softly. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, sighing out at the wetness of your tongue.

“Like… like what?” It comes out muffled around his digit, and you can taste blood as you suckle around it.

“Like you love me.”

Your walls pulse around his cock and he groans, grinding his hips harder into yours. Dejun doesn’t see your hand move from your side, his eyebrows shooting up when he feels two of your fingers on his bottom lip. And he’s so far gone, he lets you put them in his mouth, not yet closing his mouth around them as he inspects you. Instead he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing his hand to where your bodies meet, rubbing slow circles over your clit. His hips finally start moving again, fucking you slow.

“Because I d-”

“Don’t,” he warns, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t say it.”

He watches the bulge in your tummy disappear as he pulls nearly all the way out, seeing your slick glisten on his cock before thrusting forwards.

“I love-”

“Stop.”

His pace quickens, sitting back on his knees so you’re fingers fall from his mouth, spitting onto your clit and adding pressure to his circles. The cord in your tummy tightens, thighs weak and shaky around Dejun’s hips. His chest heaves with laboured breaths and you trail down his abdomen, the bruises on his ribs dark purple, a shock against his pale skin. It looks like it hurts, veins bulging in his forearms.

“I love you.”

His face screws up in concentration, “Shut the fuck up.”

You’re both so close, your heavy breaths and Dejun’s grunts hang in the warm air as he rocks you up the mattress, his balls slapping heavily against your ass. You keep speaking to him as you do, like he doesn’t even hear you. But he does. It’s all he can hear. It’s what he’s always known and what he’s always drowned out with fighting and getting high and fucking you like he hates you.

“I love you.” Your throat is tight, tangling the sheets between your fingers as it washes over you, spasming around Dejun’s cock as he folds over you. “I love you. I love you.”

He hits you again. Another kiss. And then a real kiss. Just as you’re about to say it again.

Dejun’s mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your moans as you both come undone. You whine into him, feeling his thick cum fill you until it leaks out. His lips are bruising, wrestling his tongue into your mouth like he’s trying to make you gag. Until you do, coughing and panting into his mouth and pounding on his chest with your fists. When you try to take a breath in it’s just his wet tongue, his teeth clashing against yours.

And then he pulls away, falling beside you on the bed, letting out a sigh as you gasp for air.

This is where you leave. When Dejun pulls your clothes over your limbs and wipes the drool from the side of your mouth with his thumb. But he just lays there like he’s dazed.

A few silent moments pass, the moonlight shining through his window making Dejun’s bruises more blue than purple. He turns until he’s leaning over you, so close that his hair brushes your forehead. He trails slender fingers down your arm, over your hip and between your thighs until he’s pushing two of them into your sensitive cunt, still full of cum that spills out around his fingers.

He goes to work on your chest, closing his lips around your skin and sucking pink bruises onto your soft flesh. He mumbles against you, “Say it again.”

“Dejun…”

“Say it again, baby. Say it.”

And because he asked, you don’t.

“Baby.” A desperate groan as his teeth sink into the column of your throat.

“I… You- You love me.”

Dejun groans against your jaw, bicep bulging as he curls his fingers into you. “Don’t be a brat.”

“You love me, Dejun.”

His body gets limp above you, fingers pumping lazily as he looks up to you. He looks defeated, so broken by the tint of red on your cheek, his blood, your swollen lips and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, baby. I do.”

“Say it,” you whimper as you buck your hips up. You’re gushing slick, sticky cum pooling in the palm of his hand like the rest of you. In the palm of his hand.

“Love you… Fuck- Fucking love you.”

You can feel the weight of his cock on your thigh, hard and red and desperate. So you push him. Until he’s on his back, staring up at you in a dark daze. He’s coming down, exhaustion settling in his limbs as the effects of the drugs fade. All that’s left is you on top of him, straddling his lap as you sink your warmth onto his cock. Dejun’s always on top, but everything is changing so fast that he can’t keep up. Your fighter. Holding onto your hips to stay afloat and letting the words fall from his lips.

“I love you. Unh- My pretty baby. L-Love you. So much.”

He’s so fucked out, but he’s real, laying under you with all his bruises and wounds. Jaw going slack and soft gaze staring up at you all dumb and pretty as you ride him. Giving you everything. Letting you take, and take, and take.

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teasteeper · 4 months

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soft street fighter bf!hendery things..

18+ minors dni, f!reader, injury, oral (f receiving), pinv

street fighter bf!hendery who prefers to spend his time off alone with you. outside of your apartment he's met with wary looks from strangers at the scars littering his hands, making everyone uneasy with his bad reputation stamped on his face in the form of a blackeye and busted lip. unlike in your apartment where there's no hard reputation or violence - it's safe, soft, it feels good. he doesn't have to wear a cap low over his face or baggy clothes that won't cause friction against his wounds, opting for no shirt. you see it just as a habit of comfort, not knowing he does it so you'll ghost your fingers over his bruised ribs and chest, softly pressing your lips to his skin when you're both in bed

street fighter bf!hendery who eats you out for hours, his head bent to rest on your inner thigh as he laps lazily at your clit, closing his lips around the sensitive bud in a sloppy kiss. his moans vibrate against you as he pushes his tongue into your tight hole, slurping obscenely at your slick as it drips out of you and spitting it back onto you, spreading it messily through your folds with his long fingers. he pulls away to tug your panties back over your sex, pinching at your swollen clit and watching with his jaw dropped as your slick seeps sticky and wet through the fabric. he'd move up the bed to rest his forearms on either side of your head, pushing his knee between your legs to press his thigh against your cunt. "show me what you want, baby"

street fighter bf!hendery who only leaves marks on you if you ask for it. even then he's so slow and gentle, sucking the plush flesh of your tits into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth and letting it go with a pop, leaning back to watch the blood rush to the surface of your skin. he pumps two long fingers lazily into your cunt, his cheeks hollow as he sucks, lips getting pretty and swollen. you both get dizzy and overstimulated, your slick gushing around his digits and dripping down his hand as you squirm under him, his cock hard and sensitive as he grinds deep into the mattress. he just shushes your mewls, burying his face in your neck to continue his trail of bruises, "just a little more, baby, y'being so good"

street fighter bf!hendery who bounces you on his cock when you can’t sleep, trying to tire you out as he hugs you to his chest, “shh.. that’s it, baby, let it out”. he puts him thumb in your mouth, watching you get fucked out as you suck around his digit, your hands pressing on his chest as you fuck yourself on his cock. when your body goes rigid, pussy pulsing around him as you cum, he flips you over, giving you slow, deep thrusts as he fucks you full of his cum. “go to sleep, baby” he mumbles, pressing his lips to yours softly, fucking you until you doze off

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teasteeper · 4 months

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street fighter bf!hendery II

18+ minors dni, f!reader, blood and injury, toxic!hendery, "daddy", smut

part 1

street fighter bf!hendery who tries not to wake you up when he gets home. it’s some ungodly hour when he stumbles through the door, smelling like alcohol and blood with fresh cuts and bruises on his face and hands. you wake up despite his efforts, barely asleep anyways as the worry keeps you up, afraid he'll get hurt or in trouble and not come home at all. he grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head and lets it fall to the floor, sighing when his head hits the pillow beside you. his eyes are squeezed shut, one hand smoothing down his face as the other reaches around the bed for you, landing on your hip and squeezing it lightly. he really doesn't want to wake you up, he just needs to feel you, needs to ground himself with something soft and warm. he can't help himself as his long fingers trail over your tummy, inching up beneath the hem of your tank top

street fighter bf!hendery who can't look you in the face when you cry, unable to accept the way he makes you worry about his dangerous job, unable to see what his lifestyle does to the person he loves most. he's fucking you to calm you down, thrusting hard and deep to make you dumb, pushing his metallic tasting fingers through your pouty lips. "stop. stop, just be quiet" he grunts through his teeth, making you gag as his fingers reach the back of your throat. or he turns you over, his hand on the back of your head to bury your face warm, flushed face into the pillow, muffling your sobs and making it hard to catch your breath. he pounds you hard, like he has something to prove, like his way of saying sorry is filling you over and over. "im here, baby, stop crying. m'giving you everything"

street fighter bf! hendery who unintentionally gets blood on your clothes when he pulls them off, streaked over your skin with his beat up knuckles as he fucks you, trying to numb himself to the pain his latest fight has him in. he leaves blood over your cheek as he wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb then rubs over your sensitive clit with his wet digit, looking up at you through hooded eyes as you ride him, your thighs messy with his blood and your slick. the sight of him makes you whine and grind your hips down onto him more desperately, his abs tightening with each clench of your tight walls, chest heaving with deep breaths and pretty purple bruises on his ribs, one beneath his eye. a lit joint hangs from his mouth, his brows furrowed as he grunts, lazily watching the bulge his cock makes in your tummy. "y'make daddy feel s'good" he mumbles, "y'my pretty girl, hm?"

street fighter bf!hendery who's always on edge - who does what he does so he can take care of you, buying you all the clothes and makeup and taking you wherever you want, always paying with cash and usually wearing sunglasses or his hood up to conceal his bruised and battered face. sometimes he mistakes your concern for ungratefulness, and he can't deal - veins popping in his neck as he scolds you, spitting down at you as he grips the hair at the back of your head, "look at me when i talk to you". your jaw aches from stretching around his length, knees burning as they dig into the carpet where you're knelt in front of him. you look up at him through your unshed tears, his black hair splayed over his forehead, jaw clenched as he bites back his moans, "y'look pretty when you aren't running that fucking mouth"

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teasteeper · 23 days

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what happens when you slap streetfighter!hendery in the face during a very bad argument? would he be REALLY pissed or would he snap out of his thoughts and try to fix the issue between you?

anon do you want me to go insane ..

18+ mdni

i think you slapping sf!hendery would snap him out of it more than anything.. you never fight back, just taking everything he gives you. it's an unspoken agreement between you - you clean his wounds and let him be rough with you, and in return he buys you anything you want, takes you on trips on the weekend, keeps you safe.

but when your palm smacks his cheeks, wide eyes staring at him as he pinches your jaw hard between his fingers, his stomach drops and his mouth dries up because in that moment you don't feel safe.

“you want to hurt me?” his voice is quiet, angry at you for pushing him away and angry at himself for making you reach this point. “hit me again. like you mean it”

he thinks it might make him feel better like street fighting does. but you aren’t some random guy on the street, you’re the only person he cares about, and you hitting him again, the sound of it ringing out in your apartment, confirms that he can’t handle it.

you stand there staring at each other, his jaw tense and dark eyes narrowed before his hand drops from your face. first he needs to be alone, not daring to leave you alone in the apartment and going to the balcony, forearms slung over the railing and a cigarette between his fingers.

hendery never apologizes. it’s not like he doesn’t love you.. he does desperately. he just doesn’t know how to say he’s sorry, so he does what he does best. he’s trying to prove to himself that he can make you feel good as he fucks you for hours that night, fucking the both of you stupid until he forgets that scared look on your face.

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teasteeper · 15 days

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ANGRY SF HENDERY MY PUSSY AND MIND IS SEEEEETHING.

continuation of this 🤧 read it first !

18+ mdni

hendery’s already so burnt out from fighting, and your naive request to go and watch him, surrounded by dangerous, violent men makes him snap, pulling you off the bed and to your feet so fast you stumble on your way up. he doesn’t have to say anything for you to start shimmying out of your tiny pyjamas, but your sleepy hands are too slow, grabbing the flimsy material in his bloody hands and nearly ripping it off you. “need me to do everything, don’t you?”

you whine as he bends your body over, supporting your top half with his arm as he inspects your pussy, using his fingertips to pull your lips apart. tsks at you when you jolt from his slaps on your cunt, “m’barely touching you, dummy” his voice getting thick with lust, your slick already glistening on his fingers.

"relax" he sighs, your entrance too tight around the finger he pushes into you. each sharp slap to your cunt and pinch on your hip makes your body slacken, hendery's arms holding your weight effortlessly against him. and he fucks you just like that, one hand supporting you on your tummy and the other on your hip, fingers pressing little bruises into your skin. likes to watch your hair fall over your shoulder as your head drops forward, the hand on your stomach feeling it push out each time he buries his cock into you.

holds back his moans to listen to your tiny pathetic yelps, fingers digging harder into your skin and gritting his teeth as his ribs sting from the effort, each flex of the muscle in his abdomen hurting him, but your clenching around his length trumps the pain, rhythmically pounding into you to numb his pain and erase your thoughts.

he makes sure you cum before he empties into your sensitive cunt, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as choked grunts leave his chest. and he ignores your apologetic whines as he lays you down, his breath steadying as he lays beside you and pushes two fingers back into you. he lazily pumps his cum into you, waiting for your eyes to flutter closed, your whines turning to sleepy sighs.

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teasteeper · 16 days

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What would make sf!hen stop street fighting?? My thoughts are pregnancy or catching you crying alone more than once bc of what he does.

the first thing that comes to mind is that street fighter bf!hendery retires because he wants to run away with you and give you a perfect life like.... his fantasies about having a family his breeding kink become all too much to the point where he can't think of anything else. he'd stumble into your apartment way too late after another shitty fight, covered in blood and body aching more than ever. he knows his fighting has been worse these days,, still the top fighter, but distracted. he'd clean himself up and walk into your room to see you and he'd just have to stand there silently, your pretty sleeping figure curled up in his bed, his pain subsiding just at the sight of you.

and then he's on top of you, waking you up with warm kisses to your neck as he pushes your shirt up your tummy, asking to fuck you in a hushed tone, hastily pulling your shorts off when you give consent. he'd fuck you like he's starved for it, grinding his hips against the backs of your thighs to feel every inch of you, dragging his cock through our walls so slow it makes you dizzy. it wasn't his plan to do this so soon, but he can't help himself as he holds your hands above your head and rasps into your mouth, "inside- lemme put it in you. please, baby. let me. tell me i can. tell me you want it"

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teasteeper · 16 days

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that breeding kink thing was soooo good how do u think hendery would react if he accidentally got the reader pregnant?

it’s an ‘accident’ for lack of a better word because despite the shock, he’s so fucking happy. it gives him a reason to quit fighting - which he would do without hesitation after you find out - and devote himself to you and your little family. holds you on his lap while you search through property listings.. mansions in the south of france, penthouses in new york, beach houses in hawaii, wherever you want to go he’ll take you, anything possible thanks to fortune he’s saved up after years of fighting. he’d be even more protective of you if that’s possible, never leaving your side, the coolest person in the room when he sits in the waiting room during your doctor’s appointments. now that he’s not fighting he can do what he wants, which is doting on you 24/7. keeps track of all your little changes.. every inch your tummy grows.. the way your skin glows. it just proves that this is all he’s ever wanted, falling in love with you all over again <3

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teasteeper · 4 months

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street fighter bf!hendery

18+ minors dni, f!reader, nsfw under the cut, kinda mean!hendery, “daddy”, alc + weed

street fighter bf!hendery who never comes home when he says he will..he’s always late, always making you stay up until your eyes burn and you’re biting at your nails from worry. the longer you’re with him the more you understand how unpredictable things can get, but that doesn’t stop you from assuming the worst when the time passes 5am and you still haven’t heard from him. the loud engine of his muscle car has you sprinting to the window, heart beating in your chest and relief washing over you when he gets out of the driver’s seat, limping slightly on his way to your apartment’s front door. you don’t push him to talk as he stands in front of you between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter, dabbing at the cuts on his face with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. you know from past experience that he prefers the quiet, doesn’t want to scare you by relaying the sketchy things he’s been through. he’d much rather tune it all out with your soft voice, his grip on your thighs getting less tense the more you ramble about the mundane day you had

street fighter bf!hendery who fucks you dumb after you ask to watch one of his fights. he needs to get it through your dizzy head that it’s too dangerous, that a pretty little thing like you has no place there, surrounded by criminals. “you must be fucking stupid” he spits through gritted teeth, his hard thrusts drilling you into the mattress, bloodied and bandaged fingers squeezing your jaw to angle your tear-streaked face towards him. “if the guys i fight see a pretty dumb little thing like you.. fuck- i can’t even imagine”. he fucks load after load into your sensitive cunt, making both your juices leak out and make a mess all over your thighs and tummy, your cheeks hot from embarrassment and still being squeezed between his fingers. his other hand fingers the cum that drips out back into you, your pussy squelching with how full he’s stuffed you, before shoving his fingers to the back of your throat that’s raw and sore from your moans and sobs. he’s calmer after emptying his balls into you, his gaze hooded and unfocused and he watches your plump lips circle around his fingers, “you’re such a good girl.. my favourite girl- i love you.. can’t let anything happen to you”

street fighter bf!hendery who’s softest when he’s crossed, your mouths so wet and messy as you make out, the sweet smell of alcohol of your breath. he doesn’t hold back, groaning into your mouth as he pulls you to straddle his lap, hands roaming all over your hips and chest. he watches you sink onto his cock his red, hooded eyes, so enamoured with you and the way your cheeks glow with a drunken flush, your lipgloss smeared around your lips that are red and swollen from kissing, “y’so pretty.. my pretty baby”. he reaches for the joint he rolled earlier, taking long tokes as he watches you bounce on his cock, the corners of his lips turning up at your tiny moans. his hands are so pretty, joint dangling from two slender fingers and red cuts and bruises all over his knuckles. “so pretty, daddy..” you reach for his hand, bringing it to your mouth and pressing soft kisses to his scars before circling your lips around his thumb, sucking and moaning softly around the digit. “ah- shit..” he whines out, setting the joint in the ashtray before flipping you onto your back, his neck bending down to leave pretty marks on your neck, trailing his lips down your chest and tummy, holding your squirming hips to the bed. when he’s done marking you up he sinks his cock back into you, fingers tracing over the marks he left, “now you match daddy, baby”

part 2

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