max girlie lucas did not tell you you're nothing like your brother for you to go and die just like him ong 😭 

Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

can you do one where reader has a bad day and is trying to detangle her hair but is just being super rough and carless and matt notices and brushes her hair for her?

like a matt x reader fluffy type thing! (idk if this makes sense im sorry!!)

Hi lovely anon! It does make sense and I hope this is what you meant!

'CAN YOU?' - M.S

Synopsis - "Baby, are you struggling?" "Yes. Can you help me."

Warnings! - Stress, profanity, tears of frustration, I think that's all actually. This is short btw.

A/N - I got school tomorrow. So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to start writing as much as I can, and then like add them all to queue so that they post while I'm at school. Anywho, enjoy !

I sigh in frustration as I attempt to run the brush through my tangled mess of hair again.

At this point, with how many tries and how long I've been standing in Matt's bathroom trying to brush my hair, tears have formed in my eyes.

I let out a groan and sob at the same time and drop the brush in the sink, the plastic of the brush clanging against the porcelain.

I hear a knock at the door before it cracks open and Matt pokes his head in.

"Everything alright sweet girl?"

I sigh and shake my head, sniffling and wiping away a few stray tears."

I pick the brush back up and try to brush my hair again but struggle even more than the attempts from before.

He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him and places his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face him.

"Baby, are you struggling?"

I nod my head and sniffle.

"Yes. Can you help me." I mumble as he grabs the brush from my hand.

"Of course pretty girl." He smiles and turns me back around to face the mirror before he starts to gently card the brush through my hair.

After he's gotten all of the knots out, he presses a kiss to my shoulder and puts the brush down.

"Feel better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Anytime babe."

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planned on posted something else two days ago.... but this just happened to come to mind and i- yea, anyway, this is another bf!sapnap but slightly suggestive but still in the realm of fluff, yea idfk..... minors, you can read but do not interact!!!

also, not a usual blurby type of writing, more narrative idk....

enjoy....or dont! :) m.list

bf!sapnap who doesnt let go of you in the mornings admist his deep slumber

you woke up a few minutes ago but didnt feel the need to get up. not that you could if you wanted to, your boyfriends arms were draped over you, but you've learned in the past to not attempt a silent escape.

soon enough, the warmth wasnt enough to keep you there and you felt the strong urge to go to the bathroom only growing.

as you pulled away from his chest, he shifted and pulled you back towards him. you pursed your lips and sighed.

"Nick, i need to go to the bathroom," you tried to whisper to him. He softly groaned and snuggled into you. "Nick!"

He stirred a little and managed to barely open his eyes, "hmm?"

"can you let go? i need to pee..."

he sighed and lifted his arm off of you before snuggling into your pillow and warmth you left behind. you smiled at the sight of his face pressed into the pillow, all that was visible being his messy hair.

when you walk out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom, you shake your head at the sight of him not having moved.

bf!sapnap who wakes up in your bed disoriented and wondering where you went. he would waddle out of bed and go look for you immediately.

when he spots you at the kitchen island scrolling on your phone, he smiles drowsily.

"you left me all alone to scroll on your phone?" he asks trying to sound annoyed. It was distrupted his smile.

"oh, im so sorry," you say sarcastically as he took steps closer to you. "i was under the impression you werent even awake when i left you."

"you would have left me without me knowing?" he gasps, turning you in the spinning island chair to stand between your legs.

"i guess i already did," you said putting your phone down and leaning in to kiss him, a smile that matched his growing on your face.

"hmm, thats really messed up" he whispers against your lips before kissing you.

bf!sapnap who lets go of you to go to the bathroom as you try to decide on food to order for breakfast. when he find his way back, he is back all on you.

he has his arms wrapped around you you as he looks over your shoulder to look on your phone with you.

"yea that looks good," he says, briefly glancing at you before nuzzling his nose into your jaw. "just pay with my card baby."

you bit your lip at the low resonance of his voice. instinctually, you close your eyes as he starts pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

"wow... are you tryna spoil me or something?"

he chuckles quietly, "just go ahead peaches, order it."

"mhm..." you pry your eyes open and finish the payment process. as soon as the payment went through, you turned around and kissed him. he accepted happily and grinned at the way you pulled him in closer.

yea idk what this is. i wanted to make it longer but its too much work.... i might make a pt.2 but idk for sure. tell me if i should or whatever.

btw where is 🐬 anon 😭😭 they were my motivator fr fr -Nony

No thoughts rn only sannie holding it in all day not being able to go to the bathroom and you dont understand why he is all whiny today until you notice him moving his legs together trying to hold it in as best as he can and you realize why he has been all squeamish and whiny so you step on his cock until he relieves himself bc it hurts so good uwu (u dont have to post this btw, im on anon bc i am slightly embarassed)

- jenna

jenna im gonna lose my marbles !!!! subby masochist san makes me wanna eat my fist AND you snuck the piss kink in there?????? youuuuuu 🫵🏼 you’re the enabler not meeeee anyways don’t hold me personally responsible for what happens underneath this cute little barbed wire <33 also please don’t be embarrasseddd this ask was so hot dude 😵‍💫

(warnings: sub! san, dom! reader, piss kink obv, mommy kink, small cock san agenda, foot play)

As your boyfriend sat down on the couch next to you, you couldn’t help but notice that he cracked open yet another water bottle and brought it to his plush pink lips. “You’re still thirsty?” you perused, watching your boyfriend take long, deliberate gulps, eyeing the way he gripped one of his thick thighs, his fingers squeezing into it through his thin gray sweatpants.

“What do you mean, baby?” San questioned aloofly, wiping the liquid away from his mouth and letting out a small groan, his legs tensing up.

You tilted your head to the side, looking him in the eye. “That’s the third water bottle you’ve drank and it’s only been a couple hours. Aren’t you full?”

San’s eyes dilated in real time, licking at his bottom lip, before slowly sitting back against the couch, automatically spreading his arms along the top to appear as casual as he could. “I’m pretty full now, yeah.”

Not thinking much of it, you turned back to the TV screen, your attention staying on the show you were watching until you began to hear small whimpers coming from beside you, concerning you enough to break concentration.

San was sitting with his legs pressed together and his back slightly arched off of the couch, both hands on his upper thighs and clutching them. He felt your gaze and returned it, his cheeks rosy pink and his brown eyes glossy.

“What’s wrong, Sannie?” you asked softly, biting at your bottom lip, feeling your heart begin to pick up the pace.

“N-nothing, baby,” your boyfriend replied, weakly shaking his head, strands of his parted golden hair beginning to stick to his forehead. He squirmed around a bit, gritting his teeth. His tummy felt so full, like he was about to burst, and it didn’t help that you were staring him down. He swore he was about to fall apart in front of you. Make a mess all over himself and the couch. It made his cock twitch.

“You have to pee, don’t you, Sannie?” You turned your body to face him completely, lifting one of your feet up and resting it on San’s knee, slowly sliding it up along his thigh, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath the sole of your foot. “You’re being a naughty boy and holding it on purpose, huh?”

“N-no, I swear, I’m a good boy,” he whined, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’m just–aahhh…!” San couldn’t think all of a sudden. All he could focus on was the weight of your foot pushing down onto his small soft cock and balls, sending a zap of pleasurable pain into his lower abdomen. He had to go. Bad.

“Oh, you’re a good boy, huh? Then why are you getting so wet for Mommy already?” you challenged, sliding your foot up and over his cock, covering it completely due to how petite it was. Pre-cum was already staining the material of his pants, making you beam with pride.

San let out a small whimper, unable to keep himself from lowering his sweatpants and revealing his twitching cock, his lower abdomen visibly distended. “I cant help it, Mommy. Please take care of me.”

“I’ll take care of you, Sannie. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing,” you reassured him softly, despite the pressure you were putting on his slick cock, the pad of your foot moving upwards and pressing downwards into his pelvis.

“Oh my god,” San moaned, tossing his head back into the couch, pressing his own hand against his tummy when you went back to stimulating his cock. He reached over for your hand, your fingers interlocking, looking up at you past his wispy eyelashes. “I-i’m gonna make a mess, Mommy. Let me make a mess for you.”

“Oh, yeah? How bad do you want it?”

“I wanna pee so bad, Mommy. Please step harder,” your boyfriend begged, a bit of drool slipping past his lips, squirming more and more underneath you, his breath growing ragged. He was so close to feeling complete and utter bliss that he lifted his hips up from the couch, continuously rolling them into the bottom of your foot.

Stepping down harder and moving your foot back and forth like you were trying to get something off of it, you noticed San’s moans and whimpers starting to crescendo, a look of bliss in his watery eyes. You reached forward and lifted up the hem of his t-shirt, stuffing it into his mouth to watch his abs grow taut against his sweat-covered skin as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, the muscles in his upper arms straining the closer he got to relieving himself.

“Isch schpilling out, Mommy…!” San cried out in a muffled voice, biting down into his t-shirt, his back arching painfully as a fountain of almost clear liquid began to shoot out of his reddened cock, slowly covering himself in his own release. Once the heavy flow turned into a slow trickle and eventually stopped, he collapsed down and sunk into the couch, panting heavily, his sweatpants now dark gray and heavy with his piss.

“My messy boy,” you cooed affectionately, squeezing his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. When he looked over at you with a clouded gaze and flushed cheeks, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss onto his lips. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

intimate moments + 127

wc/genre: 2,010k... fluff, domestic, angsty?? suggestive? mayhaphs. established relationships with nonidol!127. not proofread oof

cw/note: no cws i dont think but lmk! ty for requesting anon! requests are always open btw hehe! but YUUPP yknow what time it is my first 127 headcannons muahaha so here we go :> mark and haechan are in the dreamies post. i used and and like a lot im SORRY LMFAO but tysm for the support :") i was surprised people liked my other stuff sm! im quite insecure about the way i wrote bc.. i write how i talk haha, its kind of a mess. i wish i could make my posts a lot cuter and stuff but school is tiring, i appreciate all of your love lately though, this was all for myself and first bc i was going through it but im glad people enjoy it! sorry this is so long i just wanted to let yall know a bit more abt me! :D

taeil… cooking: GOD im having taeil brainrot bc he was on that baby show, and him ripping that crab with his bare hands.... sickening. bc UGH he is such husband material. imagining you both in the kitchen cooking and he's genuinely such a menace and you cant hear the music you suggested to play, anymore bc his smooching noises are so LOUD and suddenly the homemade pho you were both attempting to make while wearing matching aprons is on the verge of being forgotten lol. you finally give in after much name calling from him and let him press your cheeks together to give you a wet, loud smooch on your forehead. theres something about cooking to taeil thats so personal and adult-y to him. like oh my god here you both are, sitting in your VERY cute shared apartment, sharing a very nice bowl of noodles as the roses he planted now lay in a small mint green vase on your tiny dining room table. its something about the domesticity of working on something together, enjoying yourselves while doing it AND getting to eat the end product of said hard work, that he finds incredibly fullfilling. sitting across the love of his life. another thing he likes to do is prop his feet next to your right thigh on your chair and you do the same. you guys have your legs resting on each others chairs under the table. sometimes he pulls on the skin of your calf and when you complain you haven't shaven he rolls his eyes and seems to swat your words out of the air in front of him. long story short he just watches you ramble on about your day at work, until he stares for too long and hasn't realized you're practically shaking the life out of him because he never answered your questions about whether or not he gave brina and brita their fish food

johnny... sharing a book: johnny pegs me as someone who's super patient! maybe he's not bc... parasocial relationships LOL but in his interactions with everyone else, like that one jcc where mark doesn't want frozen yogurt and he was so nice abt it! but similarly to renjun, its nice to share something in bed but also both be consuming the same content yknow? he also seems to me like the type of guy who, likes to finish something before moving on to the next big thing WHICH means.... you spending about 5 months going through the entire percy jackson series PFTT. but its SOO GOOD and you both get so into it and after you finish the first two books you immediately both skip lectures or work the next day just to watch the movies and you both lose your minds at how bad they are TT. but yes its such a nice time to unwind! he loves having you lay between his legs, head on his collarbone as his arms circle around your torso to lay the book on your hipbone. he always waits for you to finish before he turns the page ofc! he also bought a little reading light that can be clipped on the the binding of the outside of the book and illuminate the pages in case reading went on a lot longer than expected. the bookmark that holds your place in the story was a polaroid picture of you sleeping HOWEVER it got replaced to a picture of you looking thru a glass of wine and it makes your face look all warped and funny lol. johnny always smiles when he sees it so its a good way to begin reading time hehe. kinda obvious but his body heat + his room + the smell of his lingering cologne on his sheets is chefs kiss, extra points if the apartment still smells like coffee from this morning OR the bottle of red wine he opened that sits on the nightstand </3

taeyong... customizing clothes together: GODDDD ya'll would be the most well dressed couple ever dude. yong is so creative, and i sense that he would want his partner to share his same taste at least when it comes to clothes and art! this isn't something you both do often bc... life lol but it started when you were cleaning out your shared closet. both sprawled on the floor, as you begin complaining about how you've both found pieces of clothing that you felt guilty about throwing away. then! yong suggests going to the craft/vintage store to see if theres any way to up-cycle what you've found. so thats how you spend the summer weekend. sat on the plush fuchsia rug in your living room, surrounded by denim, fabric squares, 80s brooches, lace, ribbon, etc etc as you spend the humid and sticky afternoon binging nana while you both sit in creative/comfortable silence, gluing and pining and sewing things to various articles of clothing. its SO cozy, funk music plays from the mini speaker you guys co-own and at the end of the task, you give each other a private fashion show styling your new clothes! he adores watching you pretend to model and eggs you on sm "y/n you need to consider doing this for real, everything looks good on you its not fair," this day is something that you both remember for a while. there were shared childhood stories, insecurities, dreams and you both were so much more vulnerable because there was something to distract yourselves with. the night ends in an absolute destruction of your living room floor, but accompanied with a cuddle session in his bed, the sounds from the ceiling fan and his heart beat almost make you sleepy, almost missing his whispered compliments and soft neck kisses.

yuta... hair: ok i know this is super vague but as a fellow scorpio who loves doing things to their hair, theres nothing more i want in life than someone to be able to do those things with! like ugh late night hair salon time with yuta, yup. this goes along so well with trust as well. i mean he's letting you cut, dye and style his hair and vice versa. i feel like he'd be with someone who's more edgy and this would be such a raw moment for you as a couple LIKE you're changing each other's appearances and its a time of patience. listening is extremely important as well and whenever you go through a new hair phase, sitting down at the sink and soaking up what the other has to say and practically baring their souls out while the bleach is very much stinging the top of his scalp is really fascinating LMAO, needless to say you guys aren't the typical couple, but it works. the amount of understanding and empathy you've both adopted for one another is lovely! and not to mention is super cute when yuta crinkles his nose, his teeth peeking out just a bit from the opening of his lips, because he absolutely needed a blonde wolf cut and hair is very much getting all over his face. in moments like this he doesn't think he would trade your adorable and super hot according to him concentration face. ALSOOO angsy, hot, jrock inspired couple photos are a must and yes, everyone on campus is jealous.

doyoung... driving: CORNYY BOOO yes ik, but guys? him driving, in that domestic ass button up and black thick rimmed glasses. he needs to be in jail bc he absolutely would be that bf to throw rocks at your window even though, yes you live together and yes its an apartment complex but, he wants you to feel that super giddy like, puppy bunny love again and he almost brought a boombox to play to play head over heels by tears for fears but... too much according to jaehyun lol. so anyways he loves late night drives with you. or any drives really! his favorites are a combination of picking you up late night from work and getting to hear all the drama whilst you guys eay in-n-out in the parking lot. and listen, im not trying to push the doyoung medical student agenda but... i 100% am and his reasoning for these late nights is because he's soooo busy! he feels guilty he doesn't take you out to nicer places and you always have to reassure him that anywhere he goes with you, is automatically a win in your books. its moments like these where he really grasps how lucky he is. oh wow.... you really do love him and it FREAKS him out in the best way. every night always ends sappy bc he's so GROSS geez. he's such a romantic in a way you would never expect. he's not cheesy or arrogant about loving you, and he never considers it something he has to do either. he just fully, truly and honestly wants to worship the ground you walk on. DON'T even get me started on drive-in movies omg. basically his cherry red car is your safe space lol </3

jaehyun... record swapping: tha music man muahaha. my heart tells me you both met in a vintage record store AHH, he saw you and his heart physically ached like when you see a pretty person in public, yeah but x 100 like he got the wind knocked out of him and he fucking drops, the stack of chet baker records he had on hand and his ears look like red bell peppers and he wants to crawl away until you rush over not like run but brisk walking? lol as you help him pick up all the vinyls he dropped.you noticed in between the pile of 50s music he had a limited edition vinyl of on of your favorite bands and that had you whipping your head up and noticing how soft he looked all flushed and dimples peaking out from the thin line on his lips. definition of he fell first but you fell harder ESPECIALLY on ya'll's second/third date. he invited you over to his house and requested you to bring your best albums. AND GODDDD the date was... truly when you fell harder for him. you spent the night swapping albums aka baring your souls and sitting on his kitchen counter as he paces back and forth in front of you as he goes on a tangent about his favorite artist. its like the world slows down and you both leave that date with a new record from the other and a notion that you were definitely falling in love with each other

jungwoo... bubble baths: GAAHHH TT. tell me, that jungwoo wouldn't adore relaxing with a full on bubble bath with you. and i'm talking like bubblegum flavored soap, bath bombs, dried flowers, candles, mood lighting???? its too good. after the first couple of times you've done it, he learns your habits and favorite smells as well as the right way to position you in the tub bc he takes up sm of it LOL. and if you're both tall... you make it work! hehe. but DUDE once he learns how to juggle this intimate activity LMFAO he buys stuff specifically for your sunday reset bubble baths OMG, like that board that stands across the tub just so he can set his laptop on it. yes its just bc he wants to watch disney movies and real house wives while unwinding haha. he's so sweet though, being all pretty with his skin a little glowy because of the steam coming from the water, his eyebrows brush up from when he swiped water on his eyes and his eyes twinkling once he stacks a bunch of bubbles on your head in a makeshift crown. he likes to give u bubbly shoulder kisses BOOOOOOO yes im jealous bc he's perfect and OFC he picks out the perfect pjs and warms them up in the dryer and sits you on the bathroom counter just so he can do your skincare for you </3

posting from here cuz drafts hate me <3

i love dally girls (this fic uses fem pronouns ish btw)

this is really long yall, plus theres a lot lot of smut and dally being a sub

dallas loved holding grudges, which is how you got into this situation. it's been some few days since dally was taken into the cooler, probably for  something tiny like roughing up a guy who screwed him over last week, but the cops just loved to jump on the greasers. you fiddled with your necklace as you watched the clock tick by..how long til dally was out? the uncomfortable chair at the policestation took its toll on your tailbone. the door creaks open and you lift yourself from your seat. dally's there wearing his signature smirk and his white top, his hair is ungreased because they dont allow grease in the cells. his leather jacket is tossed at you from behind him. "take better care of him this time missy" "you try it and see how hard it is," you rolled your eyes before shaking hands with the officer. "wooww doll, really wanna throw me under the bus like this?" dal leaned over to you but you just pressed a finger to his lips and turned back to the officer. "what was he in for this time officer? i hope it was bad enough to be in here for 6 days." you tapped the ground with your foot. "oh you know, just what he normally does" the officer clears his throat. "oh bullshit," dal huffed "for once we agree," you smiled at him before taking his arm and leading him out. it was a silent walk home but as soon as the door closed behind you the world unmuted. "oh my god this is the 5th time dally what could you possibly be doing to piss off those officers!" you run your hand through your hair in frustration. "im sorry baby," dally smirks before landing on the couch. "yeah you better be sorry," you huff. there was a pause before dally spoke up. "hey doll, i've got something i wanna try," dal turned to you with a smirk. "oh yeah? what would that be?" you turned away walking to the dining table to place down your stuff and dally's jacket. a quiet clinking of metal turned your attention to his hands. a pair of hand cuffs and matching keys. "dear god, where'd you get those" you felt your cheeks heat up. "oh you know, once the officers get used to me, they dont pay me a lot of attention." he smirked getting up and closing in on you while placing his hands on your arms. his touch left goosebumps in its wake, chilling and refreshing after going so long without him. "well, i have a better idea" you prodded his chest before taking his hand and leading him to the bed. you motioned for dally to get on the bed before following him soon after, crawling into and straddling his lap. "what's your idea doll,"  dals hands moved to your lower back before drifting down slowly, his eyes glinted with mischief. you took the handcuffs from dally and examined them.  you grabbed dally's hands and kissed his knuckles, a gentle form of affection before the hell your about to put him through. slowly, teasingly, you slide the handcuffs onto dally's pale wrists and close them tightly, you flick your eyes up to him and see the faintest amount of arousal in his eyes. this was something new to him. "do the cuffs hurt, love?" you kissed his forehead down to his jaw and continued to his neck. "no, they're fine. was this your better idea?" dallys linked hands found their way to your thigh, groping and squeezing the flesh. "only partly," you push his hands off and finish your masterpiece on his neck. to contrast his skin, blooming reds and light purples danced in disarray. "whats the next part then," dally rested his head in the crook of your neck, you could feel his dick growing against your crotch.  maybe you'd help him. you start moving your hips in a small rocking motion, then gradually you grind harder into him. as you grind on him, dally's head goes deeper into your neck, his eyes closed tightly, small noises escaping his mouth. you try so hard to keep your composure but your a panting mess. you couldn't help being so aroused, dally was being so different, so much gentler, so much less dominant. you almost laughed when you thought about what would happen if people saw the tough greaser of tulsa, almost whining because of some dry humping.  then you remembered, if dally tried he could pick the lock of the cuffs in less than one minute, flip you over and rail you into next week. maybe it was the feeling of fucking your tough boyfriend like this that made the experience more exhilirating. you could feel dally’s hard-on so you decided to halt your actions. “f-fuck baby, c’mon i was so close” dally practically whined.  “not yet darling,” your fingers glided down to dally’s belt and hastily unbuckled it. dally’s hips were visibly bucking against thin air and you smiled to yourself. you pulled down his pants and grabbed at his dick through his boxers. dally hissed and bit your neck to keep a moan from spilling out. “come on dallas, lemme hear you,” you cooed and pushed down his briefs so his cock could spring out. the tip was angry red from being pressed in his pants for too long. dallas bit harder, causing you to whine as your hand lightly ghosted his dick. “stop biting dear,” you gently pushed dallas from your neck giving him a false sense of hope before starting to jerk him off. the moan he let out was pornagraphic and you blushed from the thought that you made him do that with a flick of your hand. “oh my god baby, you should let me hear your pretty voice more, yeah?” you kissed the bridge of his nose down to his cupids bow before stopping at his lips. you flicked your wrist once more before stopping your movements. dallas’s mouth was agape with pleasure and he whined when you removed your warm hand. he whined. “fuck, do that again.” you kissed dally’s ear as your hands traveled to remove your pants and underwear. the wet patch on your panties was laughable and embarrasing but your eyes were focused on the way dally watched you undress. you removed your top and unclasped your bra. you watched dallys eyes travel down from your eyes to your tits, seeing his cock throb made you smile. “so needy, hm?” you smirked finding your place again in front of dallas. you lower your head so you were eye to eye with dally’s throbbing cock. you start by licking a line up from his balls to his tip, watching the way dally threw his head back and bit his lip. he was so pretty like this, pupils blown from the pleasure and a light blush dusting his cheeks. you take his whole length into your mouth keeping eye contact with him while doing so. you hollowed out your cheeks around him and pressed your tongue against a thick vein protruding out. you felt him twitch but continued your actions, you’d let him relieve himself of some of his tension. you left go of his dick with a languid pop to get a breath before going back down on him. you barely touched your tongue to his shaft before thick, warm ropes of cum squirted down your throat. you lifted yourself off of his dick before swallowing his cum. “oh fuck” dallas whined as he watched your throat bob from swallowing. you felt your core dripping with your arousal, rubbing your thighs to try and release some tension. your actions didn’t go unnoticed by dally, who tensed his thigh under you so you could feel some stimulation to your clit. you let out a breathy moan. “why don’t I take care of you too?” dally’s handcuffed hands trailed their way up your thigh to your v-line. “that’s enough,” you grab his hands roughly and lifted his cuffs to the hook above your bed installed for the sole purpose of keeping you restrained while you're being bratty to dally. dally wiggled and struggled against the hook that kept his hands firmly in place. you smiled before trailing kisses down from his chin to his perky nipples. you flicked them once, causing dally to turn his head abruptly into his raised arm and moan, before sitting up. you reached over the endtable and opened a drawer. you rummage around in it before grabbing a bottle of lube. “you wanna go raw today?” you ask, one hand still in the drawer and the other trailing from his side to his pink nipples again, squeezing and rolling the buds. “fuck, y-yeah, i have to feel you raw,” dally’s voice shook as you toyed with his sensitive buds. you smiled grabbing your contraceptives and opening the lube and squeezing it onto your hand. you prepped dally’s cock by expertly spreading the cold goo onto him, making him shiver and whine.  you raised your hips over dally’s dick, lining yourself up, before inching youself down onto him, then you started. you moved in slow circles at first and dallas was begging you to move more, faster, harder, anything more. “please, please baby please, I need to feel you now please, please fuck yourself on my dick please” dal whined but you continued your slow rocking. you were waiting for him to say something. “please baby, i’ve done soo good this week, and i’ve waited for you in that cell, i didn’t touch myself, and i want to feel you, see you bouncing on my dick, please i’ve been so good, i’ve been such a good boy,” his pretty eyes filled with salty tears and he blinked them back. you smiled, kissed his cheek before speeding up. you felt euphoric pleasure build up, the frustrations of the whole 6 days you were apart almost boiling over. every movement, sound, roll of the hips, was amplified by your tension. you swear you were seeing stars already and dally’s eyes were rolling back into his head, breathy moans and whines leaving his mouth as well as curses and pleads for you to let him cum as he bucks his hips to meet yours. “fuck, th-there baby, oh you feel so good, shit,” babbles of filthy words left dally’s mouth as your thighs grow tired from your work. you almost applaud your boyfriend for his amazing stamina, but your too focused on keeping stable. dally’s sporadic bucks into your tight cunt makes you fall into his chest, almost drooling from the pleasure, you latch onto his nipples with your pointer finger and thumb. dally’s thrust were becoming slower and deeper, so deep that his blunt tip kissed your cervix making you clench around him, and pinch at his nipples harder. dally let out the loudest moan you’ve even heard and came. the feeling of his dick twitching and cumming inside you coaxed your orgasm out of you as well. you slumped forward, spent from your activities, drool in the corners of your lips and your throat sore from moaning. you reached up with a shaky hand and undid dally’s cuff, his hands drifted down to your sides in which he rubbed gently, letting you recover from your mind-blowing orgasm. when you finally lifted your head to press a kiss to dally’s chin, you were flipped over onto your stomach with your hands being cuffed behind your back. “dal- hey! what are you doing?!” you whined, “you think you can edge me like a brat?” of course he still remembered. dally leaned over you nibbling on your earlobe, hand keeping your arms pinned firmly in place. you turned your head to the side to watch him sit up and take off shirt, scanning his body with your eyes. “come on babe, answer me. do you really think i’d let you do all that without at least returning the favor?” dallas leaned over you again, this time grabbing your hair. you moaned. “n-no,” you avoided eye contact because you could feel your pussy dripping with his cum and your new-found arousal. “right, and you’re gonna be a good girl and let me repay your generous actions right?” he smiled and trailed kisses down your back. you nodded and then yelped when you felt a hard smack on your ass. “good girl,” dallas smiled. dallas loved holding grudges.

I just read ur Masky angst post and I now need a fic where the reader and Tim both bond over the hallucinations they’ve been having ☹️☹️

The reader starts getting them but avoids telling Tim, then one day he notices the reader staring at an empty window facing the forest. At that moment, something clicks and he just KNOWS. So he approaches the reader and they talk abt it, from then on its them against the world or that weird tall man…

—love ur work btw 🙏

I'm not doing the font thing anymore im tired of it 😭 anyways YES i love this idea!!

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Thank you so much for requesting!!

Tiresome (part 2)

It saw you, you know it did

You don't think you were supposed to see it, though

Ever since that night with Tim, things have been....different

You find yourself drifting off almost constantly, and when you come back to the present moment you are almost always facing the forest by your apartment

Then the ringing starts

At first it's barely noticeable, just a ringing in your ear every now and then

But it continues ramping up the closer and closer you get to the forest, if you were to sit out on your balcony your hearing would be completely filled with the ringing

The ringing gives you headaches, really painful ones that never seem to go away

You go to the doctor to see if they can give you any prescribed pain meds, but they don't have anything except a recommendation to drink more water and spend less time on electronics

Eventually you get so tired of the ringing that you decide to just pop any kind of pills that look like they'd do something

You eventually reach Tim's mystery pills, he still hasn't told you what they're for, and the label has been scratched off so you can't even see a name or dosage

Nothing else has worked yet, so you decide to take your chances and pop a pill into your mouth

After about 30 minutes, the pills kick in and everything becomes quiet.....still

Life is normal again, not filled by the eerie sense of dread and fear you have whenever you glance at the forest

The ringing is gone

The pills work for a little bit, but then your condition worsens

You begin seeing static at random times, and whenever your vision returns, you are standing right outside of the forest

You begin to take more and more pills per day, and with how many Tim has, he doesn't seem to notice

You've begun to notice a schedule of sorts to your hallucinations, they happen every evening around 6pm and every morning around 7am

Exactly when Tim leaves and returns

You begin trying to resist these weird spells, locking yourself into your bathroom when you hear the ringing

However, if you don't give in, you will eventually get a brain splitting migraine and begin vomiting this thick black goopy substance

You are able to hide your condition for a while though, despite this

One night when Tim gets home earlier than usual, he finally seems to have confirmation in your strange behavior

The sliding door to your balcony is wide open, the cool night air blowing the curtains into the apartment

You are standing at the edge of the balcony, leaning against the railing with an almost empty stare into the forest

Tim comes up behind you, pressing a hand to your back and asking if you're alright

You won't move your gaze away, only dreamily whisper "He's coming to get me"

This is when it clicks for him, seemingly he understands everything at that moment

His eyes widen, he grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you lightly "Hey, hey, listen to me. Whatever you think you see, you don't. He isn't real, he isn't coming for you."

You sleepily look back over to the forest, before your breath catches in your throat and your entire body fills with fear "He's coming to get me" You say with a trembly voice

"He's coming to get me! He's coming to get me! He's coming to get me!" You repeat over and over again, desperately trying to escape Tim's grasp so you can run off

Tim rushes you inside, locks the balcony door and closes the curtains, all while you are still adamant that "he's coming to get you"

He sits you down on the couch and grabs a few pills from a nearby bottle, stuffing at least 3 into your mouth and making you swallow them

"Y/n, you have to listen to me. He is not real. I know he seems really real, but he's not real. He's a hallucination your brain created, just like me, ok?"

It is then that you puke all over the coffee table, the pills coming right back up with it, the same black goopy substance coating the carpet

"Shit, shit, shit" Tim mutters to himself, picking you up and carrying you into a spare closet

The lights begin to flicker and static covers both of your visions

He sets you down in the closet and holds onto you for dear life, shushing you and trying his best to close the door with limited vision

You don't know how many hours or days you two stayed like this, hunched together in this small closet, being unable to see and only being able to pray that he leaves soon

When he does finally leave and your vision clears, you are both quiet for many hours before you finally speak

"He's coming for both of us"

Hello again! Im so sorry to hear you feeling well when i sent in my ask the other day :( hoping that the life series drop tmrw will provide a much needed distraction for whatever you need it to :)

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"I know the, um, this morning didn't go… very well… but… if I could—""

"Good, he thinks, but it's a rote sentiment, not half so vicious as it had been only hours earlier."

- oh??? 👀 i am looking

- Im assuming this is the meeting they had about taking grian back to hermitcraft (and the revelation that grian feeds on emotions to survive)?? Very curious

- Now that metaphor about the childhood coat being stained is a lot more painful

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"even stolen energy can't make up for that."

"everything he'd never had the first time he— well, when Grian, the real Grian— had died."

- "stolen energy" omg i am biting ankles over this.

- And the "real Grian" thing. Yeah

- This is one of those moments where grian's whole situation is so much more potent and vivid. Imagining living as myself, but knowing im occupying someone elses body, and having my very lifeforce sustained by others?? Its not hard to understand why grian internalises and hates himself for being "a parasite". Idk thats probably very obvious to everyone else but this is the first time ive really thought about all of what that entails

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"Starving hands reach out from the depths of his mind to pull him back, stumbling, under that dark waterline."

- Love how the word "starving" implies that G falling asleep is more of a survival mechanism forcing him under so that his body can feed rather than only exhaustion

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"he's pressed a knife to every promise he's ever made since the day he emerged,"

- shaking you

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"His existence lies in the shadows of these distorted fractures, jagged hopes and dented dreams, forever fated to cut his hands on the fragments."

- AHHHHJSLDHSJSVSN

- Man 🧍

- Dont have any words. Just tears.

AAAAAAAAAA SUN ANON I ALWAYS LOVE SEEING YOU IN MY INBOX!!!! Gods im so glad these lines resonated with and interested you, they were a ton of fun to write

I have a brain today so i can actually expand on some of the things youve pointed out instead of just aiming heart eyes at you for the compliments fjsndjsjejke so for the first point, yes!!! Scar and Xisuma returned to the others post chap 6 and were like "Well that sucked!! Wow!!!!" I wouldnt say theyve given all the information to everybody, because they themselves aren't exactly ready to discuss that beyond the immediately required basics, but everyone else was given the gist: convo went badly, Grian is being taken back to Hermitcraft on Scar and Xisuma's insistence. Both Scar and Xisuma feel fucking horrible for how that conversation went down-- nobody had a good time there. So while the plan is to eventually get everyone up to speed, they're sorta taking this time to be miserable about what was essentially a fight that ended in stripping Grian of his autonomy

There's also a little cross-communication happening here in the background, btw: Scar and Xisuma have a pretty big picture now, but Tango, Mumbo, and Pearl have been fed that false info abt the potions being potentially useful. So, yknow :) just smth to keep in mind there haha

Your point about how it almost feels like Grian falling asleep is a survival mechanism is spot on the money. It's essentially him falling into a state of low power mode, where everything but his most basic of functions is shut down for a brief time in favour of preserving energy-- i would honestly consider it more equivalent to a coma than actual sleep. Hence Tango's concern, and subsequent relief when Grian woke up; the entire time he was unconscious, he was fully unresponsive. So, yknow. Real nerve-wracking to see, especially after that prior full week of unresponsiveness as his body struggled to maintain itself.

Tango's role here is indeed deliberate, both on a watsonian and doylist level!! The reason however is the exact same for both: Tango is a little more removed, personally, from this situation. Grian was-- and is-- his friend, ofc, but he's not as close to whats happening. Meanwhile, Xisuma is in 24/7 server babysitting mode, Pearl is not fit to be a caretaker, and Scar and Mumbo were tearing themselves apart by trying to sit and look after him. So Tango got assigned caretaker duties 😂😂😂😂 it was an effective way to divvy up tasks and keep everybody busy, and somewhat hilariously, so far Tango is the only person Grian isnt supremely upset with for one reason or another. And thats why he's continued to stay in caretaker mode lol he is truly just. The only guy who can rn

I also just sorta think of him as a surprisingly emotionally savvy fixer-type, in terms of personality. Like. I think he just gets what people set down in front of him, yknow? Although hell if he knows what to do with it once he's got em. He fumbles a lot, sure, and he defaults to fix-it mode, but he is getting the message when Grian essentially says "i dont wanna talk anymore" without actually saying it

As for Grian and his headspace, rn, theres definitely a complexity at work here where he wants to die and is very genuine in that, but he IS also grateful he's seeing his friends. He cant deny that. As painful as it is, he still loves them very much, and ultimately he's trying to do this for their own good as much as for his own sense of punishment and relief. I think like... now that he's really creeping up on what he has planned, and the pieces are suddenly becoming a reality, theres a bit of dissonance he's fighting against to stay on course. He wants his friends happy; he also wants to die. He's so overwhelmingly tired; he is, as much as he feels he doesnt deserve it, glad to have his friends close. That sort of hopelessness mixed with a warped sense of comfort that he got to see and interact with them one last time. If that makes any sense. Its a bit of complexity i wanted to make sure i added in, because people are so rarely fully decided on any course of action they choose to take, without even a single flicker of doubt (and especially one so final as this). Im glad youve picked up on that, and that you appreciate what i was trying to set down with it!!! :D

This was such a lovely message, as always-- you are very sweet, sun anon, and i appreciate you lots :] i hope you're having an excellent day!!!

baby scarab || 50

anon - hiii!!! Could you do one where y/n reacts to a cat call and she's kinda like "I'd rather drown and die." And walks home and tells the boys and they're kinda just silently wishing death upon the person you cat called her? You can just ignore/delete!!!

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anon - what would happen if anyone were to say something about y/n and made her feel uncomfortable?

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anon - what if there's a new trainee at the cafe that y/n has to train and she makes her first... AGE APPROPRIATE FEMALE FRIEND *cue air horns*

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anon - hear me out: layla has like a niece or smthn or it’s literally anyone else age appropriate and y/n makes her very first 🥁🥁🥁 healthy female freindship 🍾🍾

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anon - what if y/n has to train someone at the cafe and it’s a girl who is around her age and now she has a freind that is a girl

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anon - I’ve got an idea for your baby scarab series!

Could you do something where the readers schizophrenia is really bad and the boys help her? Like maybe she keeps seeing and hearing things

Thank you, I love your series it’s so good btw :))

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A/N : thank you for the amazing requests :) also some of these took a dark turn, and ik evie aint a new friend but whatever

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : IM RUNNING OUT OF MK GIFS :( also happy early post :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, like two sex jokes, new friend :), panic attack, nightmares, protective dads, pedophilia(?), let me know if i missed anything.

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you were woken up by steven.

he decided it would be a good idea to take your blankets off of you, making you cold and grumpy.

all that got him was webs in his eyes.

he did get you up though, with promises of pop tarts.

you felt.. off as you got up, and you couldn’t even think of a reason why.

you groggily get dressed for work, while glaring at your phone that read 8:48 am.

“steven! i’m going to call in sick!” you exclaim.

“no you are not!” he yells back and you groan.

“worth a shot” you mumble, getting the last bit of your uniform on before finishing getting ready in the bathroom.

you came out while yawning, seeing your promised pop tarts on the counter waiting for you while steven made himself some tea.

“steven i’m sick” you fake cough and he turns around to give you a look.

“no you’re not” he starts, chuckling as you hop up on the counter and lean down to hold your face in your hands. “you need to go to work, y/n” he says sternly and you pick your head up to glare at him.

“but i don’t wanna” you whine and steven just shakes his head.

“you need to earn money” he begins, letting marc explain the rest.

“plus if you want to get into a good college in a couple years. or you can even get your own car”

“a car? i cant even ride a bike” you scoff and it goes silent.

���..you don’t know how to-“

“do you need a reminder of what you saw in my memories? no. you do not” you say to marc quickly and he hums.

“exactly. stay quiet” marc scoffs at your comment while jake snickers at him.

“putting that aside, if you ever need to talk about it, i-“

“okay i’m going to work now bye” you say quickly, picking up your one remaining pop tart and heading for your shoes.

“hey now, not so fast” steven says and you turn around to face him after getting your shoes on.

“you’re forgetting something” he tells you with a smile and you squint your eyes at him.

“i don’t think i am” you challenge and he raises an eyebrow.

you roll your eyes and move forward to catch steven in a hug, to which he follows your lead while you press your face into his neck.

“i’ll be home before dinner” you pull back. “i love you guys” you head to the door, steven reluctantly letting go of you so you could do so.

“we love you too” he responds, watching as you smile and shut the door behind you while you leave for work.

“you should have let her take a sick day, we could’ve spent more time together before she has to go back to school” jake complains and steven goes back to his tea.

“dammit, you have a point” marc groans and steven chuckles while pouring his tea.

“if she really wanted to stay she would’ve” steven begins. “besides it’s only six hours” he shrugs, making marc and jake groan in annoyance.

“we’re bored already” marc complains.

steven just sighs, wanting nothing more than for you to come home and entertain the two nuisances in his head.

~~~

“y/n! i have a special job for you!” your boss, natalie sings out while coming towards you.

it was the middle of your shift, the lunch rush being over by now.

“what is it?” you ask, and then notice the familiar face standing behind her.

“i believe you two have met, so i thought i’d give you the opportunity to train her” natalie starts. “evie applied a few days ago, and it’s been too busy to train her before hand, so i was hoping you could do so now” she says and you smile, wiping off the counter.

“of course, welcome to the team, evie” you say jokingly and she chuckles, natalie patting her shoulder and turning back towards the rooms behind her.

“how have you been?” she starts and you smile.

“the best i can be, you?” you reply and she smiles back.

“me too, now how can you memorize all of those drinks?” she asks dramatically, turning back to the menu and pointing to it.

you chuckle. “don’t worry about it, it’s not as hard as it looks” you assure her, and immediately get started.

you and evie spent all your free time at work to get her used to where everything was and how to make some of the drinks.

she did very well for her first day, so you even let her take some of the orders herself while you supervised.

“you’re a natural” you tell her, wiping off the counter after closing.

“oh stop it” she smiles, washing some of the dirty utensils and dishes.

“no really, the last time i had to train someone they broke the blender and spilled chocolate syrup all over the floor” you shudder at the memory of staying an extra hour to clean all that up.

you also bought a brand new blender without natalie knowing. 

it was a very expensive blender too, and it came right out of your rent money.

you’re glad you don’t have to worry about that anymore.

but you can’t help but wonder how steven, marc, and jake are keeping the rent up.

maybe khonshu had something to do with it, you still had no idea how his magic worked.

“that sounds terrible, i’m glad i didn’t do that” evie says, causing you to snap back to reality and finish cleaning the counters.

“yeah i’m glad too, because i’d make you clean it” you joke, making her laugh.

“if you want i can finish cleaning tomorrow and we can leave early” you offer, and she frowns at you.

“but that’s extra work for you”

“so? it just means i get paid more” you shrug and that brings a smile back to her face.

“thank you, really” she says and you nod.

“it’s no problem, just get your stuff and we can lock up” you tell her, making sure your phone and your key was in your pocket.

you grabbed your bag from under the counter and waited as evie did the same, waiting for you to lead the way.

you do so, leading evie through the back and outside before locking the door behind you two.

“which way are you going?” you ask her, and she points in the opposite direction of the way you go to get home.

“oh” you sigh. “well i’ll see you later then” you wave, backing up slowly in case she had anything else to say.

“yeah, i’ll see you” she turns around and begins walking.

it was almost 5, meaning steven was already cooking, or was going to start soon.

you debated on summoning the suit and following evie home to make sure she didn’t get mugged or something, but thinking about it makes it sound creepy so you decided against it and started on your way home.

it was a very cloudy day, the sun no where to be seen. that meant all the tourists were sight seeing indoors, so the sidewalks were almost empty.

you were about halfway home when a group of guys passes you, and you paid no mind to it until your spidey senses tingled so you stopped and turned around to see them staring at you.

there were three of them, looking maybe a little older than 30.

you just furrow your brows and turn back around when you hear their loud footsteps getting closer, so you turn around again, making them stop.

they seemed to notice your glare and laugh. “what’s your problem? we’re just looking at you” one of them says and you feel your eye twitch.

“yeah, and we like what we’re seein’” one of the other ones adds on and you feel your stomach churn.

you began to feel sick.

you had no idea what to say so you swiftly turned around and ran behind the next corner, hoping they would get the hint and leave you alone.

they didn’t. they kept following you.

“can you leave me alone?” you grit out, whipping around to see their smug faces.

“aw come on, we just want to have a little fun” one of them says in a baby voice towards you.

“well i don’t want to, so stop following me” you say in your most stern voice you can.

on the inside you were freaking out, you just wanted to get home and relax.

yet here you were. being followed by three creepy men.

“don’t be like that, you’re what? 19? 18? good enough for us” he chuckles and you take in a shaky breath, slowly backing up and wondering how nobody is seeing this.

“i’m 17..” you mutter and he groans.

“well, the younger the better”

now that made you want to vomit. you held it back and just stared forward, not knowing what to do.

“you’re disgusting” you frown and back up in larger steps, with them coming towards you at the same time.

“don’t be like that, we just want to-“

“you just want to what?” a deep voice says from behind you, making you turn around to see a familiar face.

“we- we just-“

“you what?! say it!” he yells at the men, stepping in front of you with an arm out.

you were surprised to see frank again, considering you’ve only met him a couple times before  now.

and he always happened to find you when you were in some kind of trouble.

“you think it’s okay to harass kids?!” he shouts at them, gaining the attention of some people across the street.

“hey man chill out we were joking-“

“it didn’t look like you were joking when you were undressing her with your eyes” frank grits out at them, getting in their faces.

“now you’re all going to turn around, and never bother anybody again or i’ll find you, you hear me?” he threatens and they all nod, backing up and running past the corner.

frank turns around and when he sees your shaken form his eyes soften, hesitant to reach out to you but does so anyways.

he puts a hand on your shoulder, but you just end up throwing your arms around him and hanging onto the back of his shirt for dear life.

you felt tears in your eyes, and your hands were shaking, frank patting your back to try and comfort you.

franks eyes darted around at the few people watching, so he gently pried your hands off his back to put an arm around your shoulder and lead you towards the way you were originally going.

you felt yourself shaking as you picked at your fingers while letting frank quickly lead you home.

he stopped and turned you so that you were facing him right in front of your building.

“hey, are you alright?” he starts and rolls his eyes at himself. “dumb question. can i do anything to help you?” he rephrases and you just stare ahead.

he sighs and waves a hand in front of your face to grab your attention.

“it wasn’t your fault, stop thinking that” he says as if he can read your mind.

“but they said-“

“no, it’s on them. it’s not right for them to prey after anybody, especially not young girls” he tells you and you nod.

“but what if you didn’t show up? i cant just- they would’ve seen my face” you almost out yourself, when he gives you a knowing nod.

“hey, red told me about your.. powers so don’t you worry about it” he starts. “i’m positive you could’ve beat all their asses” frank feels proud of himself when you crack a small smile.

“you want me to walk you the rest of the way?” he asks and you nod.

“please”

frank leads you up the elevator and you lead him to your door, fumbling with your key as frank makes sure nobody had followed you.

you unlock the door, and marc ends up approaching to greet you like he usually does.

“hey how was- woah what happened?” he asks, and he tenses up a bit until he sees how out of it you were.

you just purse your lips and look down at your shoes.

“it’s frank right? we’ve met before” marc turns to frank eh nods.

marc moves aside you let both you and frank in, you taking off your shoes and tossing your bag on the ground to go sit on the couch, knees to your chest.

marc looks back at you worriedly. “what happened? is she okay?” he asks frank in a hushed voice and frank shakes his head.

“three guys were following her home, and saying.. some nasty things to her” he answers hesitantly and marc scoffs.

“are you kidding me?” he runs a hand through his hair in stress.

“did they touch her? what did they say?”

“no, they didn’t touch her they just.. told her they wanted to have some fun with her” he begins and marc looks to you in concern.

“i stopped it before it could go too far, but she.. she froze up a couple times” he finishes and marc nods.

“well.. thank you for making sure she got home safe. we owe you” he says and frank nods.

“it’s no problem-“

“no really, if anything happened to her i-“ marc stops himself and frank just nods.

“i get it. both of you stay safe” frank turns to leave and marc doesn’t stop him, until he turns around right before he walks out of the door.

“when she’s back in the right mindset, tell her i said bye and.. if she ever needs me she can get my number from red” and that’s all he says before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

marc just stares at the door for a second before turning to you, who was just staring at the wall.

“kid?” he starts, going to sit down next to you.

“can you talk to us please?” he asks softly and waves a hand in front of your face, making you look at him and come back to reality.

“there you are” he starts. “do you need anything?” he asks and you shake your head.

“my head feels funny” you mumble, and your eyes dart around the room for a couple seconds before looking back at marc as if nothing happened.

he hums and tilts his head. “when was the last time you took your medication?” he asks carefully and watches as you count out two days off your fingers.

“these many days” you nod to yourself, sticking your fingers up in his face.

panic courses through all three of them, steven being the worst.

“oh my god- y/n! that is not healthy i’ve told you this- it could make you sick!” he exclaims and you just nod.

“i’m sorry” you apologize as marc gets up to go find your pills.

“don’t be sorry- it’s- you just forgot right? you’re not trying to hurt yourself?” steven asks and you shake your head.

“okay, good” he lets out a breath.

“take these” marc says, handing you two of your usual pills.

you take them and the cup of water he brought you, and toss them in your mouth, swallowing them with the water.

“good job, now do you need anything else?” he asks and this time you nod.

“what is it?” jake asks and you just look to marc with a small frown.

“jus’ wanna sit here with you guys” you say quietly and they all verbally agree to stay there with you.

“just.. if you want to talk about it we’ll listen” steven tells you and you let a small smile form on your face.

“there’s that smile” marc grins at you and you smile even wider.

“i love you guys”

“i love you too”

“si, nosotros siempre tenemos”

“and we always will, love”

you and your dads all just relaxed that evening, clinging to steven the whole time he made dinner.

beating marc’s ass in uno again once you were in the right mindset.

and falling asleep with the cats and jake. on the floor. quite comfortable actually.

and it was all because you had your dads, and they would always be there for you.

always and forever, until the day they physically can’t anymore.

and let’s just say that’s not anytime soon. 

~~~

A/N : hope you guys liked it, kinda running out of motivation lately UNTIL- i saw the little blue bubble in my inbox and reminded me of how happy it makes me to write for all of you :) see you all in a few days

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Lazy Sunday

A/N: Lmao I apologize for the lack of decor on this post, this is just a short self indulgent fic that literally describes what the past week has been for me, i didn't proof read this shit i just wrote based on good vibes and didn't look back + im too lazy to be more proper with this. shit is rengoku x reader fluff btw anyway enjoy

Soft rain sprinkled the gloomy world outside, soft plops resounding from the roof as the tv played a movie you didn’t care for. You sighed softly and shifted slightly on the couch you laid on as you gave all your attention to your switch, trying your best to not disturb the sleeping 5’10 cargo that was sprawled on top of you, muscular arms wrapped around your torso and legs intertwined with yours. 

You stifled a yawn as you focused on the switch you held above your lover’s head that resided on your chest, rapidly pressing A to speed up the conversation between you and a Pokémon gym leader as blond strands tickled your wrists with each button press. A content sigh left your body as you basked in the peaceful moment. You loved days like this, days where you and ever so energetic Kyojuro silently agreed that you two couldn’t be bothered with things to do. Days where you both opted for takeout rather than the usual cooking. Days where instead of rising early and being productive, Kyojuro would stay in bed an hour longer with you. Days where he allowed himself to take naps on the couch and be the small spoon. 

You gently ran your fingers through his hair as you watched your Flamingo defeat a Psyduck, a slight groan interrupting the soft snores that came from your lover. Kyojuro began to stir from his slumber, a tired grunt erupting from his throat as his sleep heavy eyes blinked themselves slowly. “What..time is it?” He muttered softly, husky voice causing your heart to skip a beat. 

“I dunno, it’s probably two.” You answered nonchalantly, raising your switch a bit higher as Kyojuro shifted his head, moving the bangs that stuck to the side of his face. With an “mhm” he relaxed once more, trying his hardest to meld his body with yours. You placed your hand under his shirt, running your hand over his shoulder blade. Another hum left his body as he slowly brought himself back to sleep, arms gently squeezing your torso. 

After a minute or two, the soft snores once more filled the living room, intermingling with the tv noise. As another yawn ripped from your mouth, you raised your arm up high, shaking from the intensity of it. As tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your fingers loosened your grip on the switch. With a harsh exhale, you watched in what felt like slow motion as the switch made hard contact with your boyfriend’s head, a loud clank and pained grunt disrupting the once peaceful room.

“Oh, shit!” you said choking back a giggle. “I’m so sorry, Kyo!” You frantically rubbed and planted small kisses on his head. You truly didn’t mean to laugh at your boyfriend’s pain but the accident caught you off guard. Kyojuro lazily rubbed his head as a sigh left his nose.

“That really hurt..” He trailed off, finally facing you with his bottom lip sticking out; unruly eyebrows creating a deep crease. You let out a giggle as your mind compared him to that of a kicked puppy. You craned your head and placed a kiss on his forehead, his sour expression instantly changing to a more upbeat one.

“I’m sorry baby, honest. Forgive me?” You asked softly, a small smile gracing your lips. Kyojuro beamed at you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his chest. 

“It was an accident! Of course I forgive you, my flame!” He reassured before returning his head back to his original position, handing you back your switch. 

With another kiss to his head, you took the switch and settled it on the floor before wrapping your arms around him. “I think I’ll join you in dream world.” You declared, eliciting a pleased hum from Kyojuro.

“About time, I was all by my lonesome eating a bunch of sweet potatoes.” 

(Lmao I literally dunno how to end this properly.) 

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

shintaro and kanos toxic relationship can be something so deeply appealing because of how horrible they are for each other. like. kano having to analyze his actual emotions towards shintaro and shintaro also finally giving in to the im bisexual crisis and also dude youre aware thats your dead girlfriend’s little brother right? also something something kano getting upset with shintaro and using his eye powers to turn into ayano just to hurt him. theyre unhealthy. they make me absolutely insane ok sorry if this was unintelligible in ur inbox lmao

RIGHT but ALSO IT COULD EVENTUALLY TURN INTO SOMETHING HEALTHY... like ofc a lot of clownery has to go on before and that clownery is so so so so so so much fun to explore. but i do think they're capable of getting to a point of a peaceful relationship despite it involves mutual compliance/resignation with both each other and themselves that leads to WOW eventual happiness and contentment with each other. it gets to a point where they aren't together out of their own gratification but bc they LIKE EACH OTHER AS PEOPLE AND YEAH THEY ALWAYS DID BUT THEY NEVER LIKED EACH OTHER MORE THAN THEY RESENTED EACH OTHER BUT NOW THEY DONT RESENT IT THEY JUST LIKE EACH OTHER AND THATS ENOUGH(holds head) bc "well i guess we deserve each other" and it is still sad but...not so much?? idk if that makes sense. but like... Healthy peaceful kanoshin (explodes) like they're arguing and getting all on each other's faces and the Dan's like can u stop fighting and theyre like ?? that's just how we talk though we arent fighting? and they rly arent. ppl who have never been in a loving relationship (not necessarily romantic by the way) with this dynamic wont understand but it IS possible. *shakes you*

idk ive read some stuff where they're so tooth rottingly sweet to each other and i just can't see it💔 i think they can have rare tender moments ofc and they DO but then both act super awkward despite they're in a relationship LOL like they can have 1 tender moment then turn around and just sit there holding hands and awkwardly scrolling on their phones idk idk idk (goes crazy) or they just tease each other abt it or whatever. i think they both rather show affection physically rather than verbally?? i think kanos super touchy. shintaros like do u have to sit here (shot of the completely empty couch aside from shintaro sitting on the edge and kano pressed right beside him) and kano's like wdym. kano's always with an arm around him even if hes shorter. hehe. its so normal shintaro gets used to it so kano just casually throws himself on his lap and shintaro's just like lifting his arms to give him space and never looks away from his phone *destroys all my pillows shaking them like a dog*

not me getting into love language territory. sorry. whatever. idk what all of them even are i think there is 5 but kanoshin is NOT words of affirmation. i think both want them but can't handle hearing it. like yeah they flirt (it IS cringe) but man idk i just cant imagine them being super outwardly sweet to each other... like their flirting is super cringe its the oh REAAAALLY?? kind of flirting not HEHE... kind. DO U UNDERSTAND WHAT IM SAYING OR AM I INSANE

sorry u sent an ask abt toxic kanoshin and i answered with fluff THATS NOT TO SAY UR WRONG. UR TOTALLY RIGHT. BUT I THINK THEY CAN GET TO A GOOD POINT TOGETHER AFTER A LONG CIRCUS MOMENT i just felt bad i kept using them as punching bags everytime i talked abt them... and they are both so capable of love. they are so capable of love that is why they suffer like they do(holds head) they deserve to flirt and be silly i think. tender kanoshin *world explosion*

BTW u mentioned dead ayano. dont get me started on dead or alive ayano for str thats another subject (quickly: dead ayano is a more meaningful end but AYANO I LOVE YOU so i always keep her alive in my post str stuff) kanoshin can work even if ayano lives‼️‼️‼️ ALSO COME ON THAT MAKES IT SO MUCH FUNNIER

just wanted to say i love your writing and am anxiously awaiting whatever’s to come in the ikea verse! i love the way you’ve characterized h&l so far and i loooooove undo this privacy so very much, i can’t wait to see how their relationship grows and blossoms into that. (not trying to pressure at all btw please take all the time you need but know that i can’t wait to lap it up the second i can! ☺️😘)

Thank you ! this message made me as happy as an inchworm on a berry (see fig. 1). a big girl direction kiss to you xx

here is a snippet from ikea verse, i hope you like it

this is from something i was writing for dirty thirty fest that i didn't finish in time. it takes place about five years after undo this privacy. idk which bit to post so im just gonna do the first thousand words ~ sorry for the raw formatting!

Harry threw the keys onto the driver's seat before slamming the passenger door and patting her freshly-shorn head dry with her sleeves. She leant over the centre console and stuck the keys in the ignition, desperate to get the heating on. The car whinnied, once, twice, the engine turning over and over. Clearly the sparks weren’t sparking, or the plugs weren’t plugging, or whatever it was that sparkplugs did. She tried again, and the engine complained some more. Today of all days! Didn’t Stella (the car) know that it was her birthday? She slapped the steering wheel in frustration, accidentally sounding the horn and startling Louis, who was standing on the stoop. She was trying to lock the door but the fright had made her drop the keys. She picked them up and proceeded to lug her bags to the car, scowling and shaking her head. She shoved them in the boot, tried to close the door over the top of a stray luggage handle, tucked the handle in, and slammed it shut.

“There was no need to beep at me. I was standing right there,” she snapped, yanking open the driver’s side door.

Harry hauled her sore head back onto the passenger side and wedged it between the seat and the clammy window, pressing her throbbing temple against the glass. She covered her eyes to avoid looking at Louis and silently held out her hand for the travel cup of alka-seltzer Louis was holding. She took a big sip and tried to swallow it, but her stomach was having none of that. It pooled in her mouth, mixing viscously with saliva and the dregs of mouthwash. Using all her mental powers she managed to force it down her throat with a loud gulp, followed by a fairly putrid belch.

Louis sighed conspicuously. She hated the sound of people swallowing loudly, it gave her a crawling feeling on the back of her neck. Harry knew that, but what was she supposed to do? Spit it out into the empty bag of m&ms on the floor? 

Louis adjusted the seat and tried to start the car, to no avail. 

“We’re going to have to beg Terry for a jumpstart again…” Harry said in a hoarse voice, listening to the engine whine. Terry was their downstairs neighbour, a ‘confirmed bachelor’ in his late sixties, with whom they shared a portico, a watering can, and a cat named Beowulf. Louis ignored her and tried again.

“After I sicked up in his fucking… ornamental kumquat…” Harry continued. She peeked at Louis from between her fingers. “Did you clean it up, Lou? I forgot…”

“Yes I cleaned it up. Shush for a second.”

Harry sealed her lips and stole another glance at Louis. Her fingers were steepled in front of her face, her thumbs pressed against her lips, and she was breathing deeply in and out of her nose, her breath condensing in the cold air. Rodin might cast her in bronze and call her <em>Meditation on a 2008 Vauxhall Astra.<em> After another few tense seconds of this exercise, she blinked her eyes open, rubbed her hands together in a curiously apotropaic gesture, then turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life accompanied by various pings and dings emitting from the dashboard, alerting them to the numerous issues requiring a mechanic’s attention. Harry translated these automated tones as the whimsical murmurings of a sentient robot awoken from a nanna nap. In car years, Stella must be somewhere in the octogenarian region, and quite entitled to have a little trouble getting going in the mornings.

They waited in dispassionate silence for the engine to warm up. After a moment, Louis sighed quietly and opened the car door. “Left my coffee on the counter,” she said, climbing out. 

Harry peeked out of her hands again. “Can I have some?”

“I asked you if you wanted a coffee and you said no.” 

“Well I’d like one now.” 

“Fine.” Louis shut the car door in a manner that conveyed restrained frustration. Her footsteps on the gravel sounded stompy. 

Harry wound down the window and called softly through the falling rain. “Can you please get my beanie? It’s in the dryer.” 

Louis ignored her and let herself back into the house in her wet trainers, without even wiping them on the mat. Typical. Harry had just vacuumed and mopped yesterday morning in preparation for their weekend away so they could return to a clean house.

She sniffed and scratched her nose. It felt all puffy and swollen. She swivelled the rearview mirror to face her and regarded her red, bloodshot eyes, the creases on her forehead, the inflamed capillaries in the apples of her cheeks, her greasy widow’s peak. She looked like a sort of has-been skinhead one might find washed up in the dole queue on a Monday morning. There was a crusted string of drool spilling out of the corner of her mouth. She scraped away at it with a chipped fingernail and it flaked away like the starchy residue on the lid of a pot of cooked rice. She’d never felt more old and decrepit in her life. She’d only just turned thirty; she was too young to be past her prime. Louis was two years older and fit as a fiddle. She’d probably leave her for someone else; someone beautiful, with hair. That blonde filly on the football team, probably. That insufferable Danish harlot. 

She dug around in the centre console for a chapstick. She knew there was one in there somewhere, amongst all the detritus. Everywhere Louis went she generated so much crap. McDonald’s receipts, plastic forks, paper napkins, lozenge wrappers, a broken watch… Well, that was Harry’s actually. So were the now obsolescent bobby pins, hairbands, the coupon for frozen yoghurt, the Nectar card that she’d inexplicably taken out under the name Harry Tomlinson, just for the thrill of it.

Louis re-emerged from the house and locked the front door, then made her way to the car holding  two travel mugs and the house keys, a bottle of water and a travel pillow under her arm. She sat down with a sigh and put the coffee in the cup holders and began pulling items from her jacket pockets. “Your lip balm,” she said, passing a strawberry Carmex to Harry, “Your hand cream, your airpods, your glasses, your eyedrops, your Rescue Remedy. Right.” She slapped her hands on the steering wheel. “Ready to go?”

“My beanie. That I specifically mentioned is in the dryer?”

Louis pressed her lips together and launched herself out of the car and into the rain in the style of a contemporary dancer. She leapt in four great strides to the base of the steps, then raced up them like Billy Elliot, stepping twice on each stair, then finally flung the door open like an Old Hollywood heroine expecting to see her long lost lover on the other side. Her frustration was reaching hysterical levels which brought out her natural flamboyance. Harry was the one who originally brought that habit to the relationship, having adopted it as a coping mechanism in childhood. After five years together it had started to rub off on Louis too. Harry watched her impassively, musing on the nature of subsumed personalities and their mutual mimicry. When Louis returned a moment later, she still seemed a little hysterical, but more contained. She slid into the driver’s seat with suspicious nonchalance. 

“When you said you were going to pack light,” she said, tugging the white beanie from her pocket, “I didn’t think this is what you meant.” She smiled genially as she placed it on Harry’s knee. It had shrunk in the wash to about one quarter of its original size. 

Harry’s initial instinct was to blame Louis, and she felt an indignant tirade clawing its wretched way out of the meanest ganglion in her brain. Alas, it was tripped in the snare of cold, hard logic. She could remember quite clearly chucking the hat in the machine with her smalls the morning prior, so she had no one to blame but herself. Thirty years old and still hadn’t mastered the art of laundering her clothes.

if you're still doing prompts - a sebchal or piarles fix it for yesterday maybe? i love ur writing btw! thank you :)

hi anon! i've seen this early morning today (idk your timezone) but i wasn't in the mood for anything, so thank you for waiting! i think i have something you may like :) im posting this just after i typed it, so excuse the possible mistakes.

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He doesn't want to send the message. His finger is hovering over the screen, reading and re-reading the words over and over, but he doesn't want to send it. He also wants to send it more than anything in the world.

He's so tired. So, so tired.

The phone lights up and new message comes in. He can't even pretend to ignore it, because the chat is open and he'd seen it, and the two colored checkmarks are taunting him.

I'm on my way. Hope you're not asleep.

He sighs, and the sigh carries the weight of every supressed emotion he's been feeling for the whole day. The whole season, comes the traitorous thought. He pushes it away, typing fast.

Door's unlocked. I'll be in bed.

He takes off his clothes and gets into bed. The English cold is a constant, but he thinks most of the cold he feels is coming from the inside. His heart feels numb, and his brain is slow. He can't think on it, he just can't, so he doesn't. He stares at the nightstand, illuminated by the outside lights, his fingers moving unconsciously by the pillow.

The door opens softly, brightening the room. He closes his eyes, because it hurts. Everything hurts.

He can her the sounds of clothes being take off, and a soft "Oof" when something makes contact with the leg of the bed. Then there's movement, and strong arms wrap around his middle. He shudders, because his hands are cold. He doesn't open his eyes.

"Hello, love."

He burrows back into the embrace, his eyes stinging behind his closed eyelids. He opens his mouth to answer, but his breath stutters, and he barely manages to inhale.

"It's alright. I'm here. It's alright, Charles."

He tries to calm himself down, but it's pointless. It's the first time today he's felt safe, the first moment that he feels like he doesn't have to play his designated role. His whole body shakes as he lets go.

Fingers twine in his, and soft kisses are pressed into his neck and hair. He feels grounded by it, and lets himself feel the exhaustion without worrying that he will be perceived as weak or ungrateful. It takes him some time to stop crying, and then he just feels selfish.

"I'm sorry," he says, raising up the hand to kiss the fingers tethering him to the world. "How was your birthday?"

Seb doesn't say anything for a moment, only holds him tighter.

"It was good. I'll tell you all about it sometime."

Charles wants to say Tell me now, but he can't make himself do it. He is too raw, and Sebastian is so good to him, because there is no expectation in his words, no bitterness, not a hint of passive agression. Only a statement of fact. When you feel up to it, I will tell you.

"I love you," Charles whispers, because he doesn't know what else to say. Because there isn't anything else he can say, nothing else that's truer in this world.

"I know," Seb says, kissing his head. "I love you, too."

They lie in silence, and it's not opressive, nor is it anxious. It just is, and Charles wishes he wasn't as exhausted. He wishes for many things, but he's long ago accepted the fact that dreams are insubstantial, and they crumble, and they hurt most when you wake up from them.

The only thing substantial are the arms holding him right now.

"Do you think I'm wasting it?"

The words tear out of him, and he bites his lip too late. Seb's hand in his tightens for an instant. Charles doesn't want to know what Seb will say. Charles needs to know what he's going to say. Charles is so, so tired.

"I can't tell you that," Seb says carefully. "Nobody knows that except you."

Charles nods, but Seb isn't done yet.

"What I do know, however, is that what I wrote on your helmet is the absolute truth. I know that you burn bright, the brightest, and that is something that nothing can change."

Charles' eyes sting.

"You're one of the best drivers they've ever had," Seb says, and his voice is focused. "And if they don't see it, well. Fuck them."

The intensity of the proclamation startles Charles, and he lets out a giggle. Seb pulls at him, and Charles goes with the movement, turning around.

Sebastian's eyes sparkle in the darkness. He looks tired, but he's as beautiful to Charles as ever. There's a grin on his face, offset by the softness still visible in his eyes.

"No, listen. Say it with me," he says, and Charles giggles again. "Fuck them. Say it," Seb says, and pushes a bit on Charles' ribs, tickling him. "Fuck them. But say it with feeling."

Charles looks at him, looks into the eyes of the only man who knows exactly what Charles is feeling in that moment. He thinks about his own role in Seb's career, but before he can fall into a guilt-spiral, Seb pushes at his ribs again and he gasps and laughs.

"Stop," he says, but he's laughing.

"Not until you say it," Seb says, then tickles Charles again, like the bastard he is. Charles squirms, and Seb kisses his nose quickly. "Say it, or I won't stop until you pee yourself."

Charles knows Seb isn't bluffing, because he is a bastard at his core. It's one of the reasons Charles loves him so much.

"Fuck them," he says, and the first time it doesn't feel real. "Fuck them," he repets, and this time laughter falls from Seb's face.

"Fuck them," Charles says for the third time, and the words resonate with all the rage and pain and hurt that tears at his heart.

"Fuck them," he finally whispers. Seb's face mellows, and he nods slightly.

"There it is," Seb says, and leaves a kiss on his lips. "You are more than they want to make you be," he says, and Charles knows he will never love anyone else the way he loves Sebastian, because when Sebastian says these things, Charles believes him.

"I love you," Charles says. "Happy birthday, mon coeur."

When he finally kisses Seb properly, both of them are smiling into the kiss.

“I’ll make you feel good”

Villian!Deku  X  Reader

CW: NSFW, DUB/NON CON( im sorry), ass play (a little), degredation

A/N: Even though I will post noncon please do NOT MAKE NONCON REQUESTS. I rlly gotta already be in some type of headspace in order to be able to write this without like crying. Wrote this a while ago btw, Im currently sifting through my drafts so theres some stuff on this blog now that I’ve started brand new.

“Izuku…” you whispered. You were cornered in a dark alley, the buildings at either side of you offering no terrain advantage for you to be able to climb up, the man in font of you slowly walking closer with a wicked grin on his face. His glowing eyes took you back to simpler times in UA, the way he blushed the first time you talked to him. How he would stutter, how he would mutter to himself about your quirk, he found it fascinating. Well, he did find every quirk intriguing but he found yours especially valuable, being able to heal people was something truly heroic. You remembered the first time you two held hands all those years ago, since then he’d grown taller, where before you saw him at eye level, you now had to look up.

“You can just call me deku, pretty dear” his words had a hint of sultryness, oh how you missed him. The same nickname was always. Now it was bittersweet. For a few years now you had been trying to get him back in the  heroes side, but ut was futile, he had made up his mind, his ideals unwavering. You had given up.

“What? You're going to kill me now?” You scoffed. He contidued to step closer, walking in a circle around you like you're his prey, his hand racing down your back, making you shiver. If this were any other villain, you wouldnt allow this, but he was overwhelmingly powerful. It would take a single strike for you to lie dead on the floor. You needed to play along. Thankfully, being prideful was never one of your faults. He stopped behind you, his beath fanning your ear, he leaned into you, pressing his nose against your neck and inhaled deeply. You couldnt tell if the twist in your stomach was of disgust, arousal or happiness. That didn't matter now.

“Why would I kill you when we can have some fun just you and I instead?” he said as his hands roamed from your own to your arms and up to your shoulders. Slowly making their way to your back, making you arch it back instinctively, now your butt pressed agaisnt the strain of his trousers. He chuckled.

“I would never do that” you shake your head, whole body now tense. His hands had made their way to your hips, with force he pulled you back, making you fall against him, back pressed against his chest, then he pushed you into a wall, so now you were trapped.

“Dont say that…” his grip on your hips tightened “You dont mean that do you?” his chest made it so your entire upper body was pressed against the wall, your head only slightly back to aoid scraping it against the rough bricks. You decided to not answer his question, it wasnt meant to be answered anyway.

“Our time like that is long gone, Deku.” You stated firmly despite your current physical state. His lips brushed against your ear, you could hear his soft breaths as he got excited.

“I’ll make you feel good” he whispered in the voice he knew would make you melt, and it did. For just a second, your body relaxed, exhaling. His body pulled back a little, giving you more room to be comfortable. Or at least thats what you thought, he let go of your hips and held onto your hero costume “I know this isnt the most comfortable place but” with his strength, he ripped the costume apart from your ass.

 “We can make do”

 “Deku no!” You gasp and just as you're about to turn around he grabs onto the back of your neck, his long fingers nearly wrapping around to the front, he pushes your head down, making your knees buckle. Ass now in the air, back bent, you feel the cool air hit you, making you shiver and clench everything again

“Dont move, honey~” you can hear his smile. His one leg he parts your own, making you stand wide “Ahhh so pretty” he moved his hips forward, making you feel his clothed cock. You whimpered at the feeling. As much as you  hated being treated this way, you liked it, it had been so long since you had been able to receive any kind of sexual attention. And it coming from him made you feel a similar feeling you did from him so long ago.

“Aw, do you want it?” he cooed. You shook your head, but he bucked his hips into you, making you blurt out a moan. He leaned down and whispered again “Lying sluts dont get master’s cock.”

You pressed your lips tightly, to avoid anything else coming out of your mouth. He pulled back, his hand now on your hair, his free hand traveled up aand down your back, then to your exposed ass. He quickly dips his fingers down to your cunt, earning hismelf another one of your pretty sounds.

“Your body doesnt lie, dear” he pushes two fingers inside “you're dripping” he languidly, pushes his fingers in and out, focusing in how wet you are rather than on pleasuring you. 

“Im gonna let go” he says referring to his tight grip on your head “Move a muscle and you're dead” he pushed his thumb inside your ass with the lubrication of your juices, making a sound between a moan and a grunt come out of you. Then he pulls out and lets go of your head. You hear the sound of clanking metal and you kno what he’s about to do. But you cant move, perfect excuse to let him do as he pleases. Otherwise, you wouldnt be able to live with yourself wanting to be fucked by the deadliest villain. 

He pulls out his cock with a groan.

“I missed you, y’know” he rubs the tip up and down your entrance coating himself with your wetness, his tip rubbing against your clit making you whimper “I’d like to hear all of your pretty sounds, please. Promise I wont tell anyone” without a warning, he pushed inside you as deep as he could, his hands now gripping your hips, lifting you up a little from the ground, your hands on the wall to keep yourself from falling. His quick thrust made you grunt and moan loudly, unable to keep your dignity anymore. You decide to do as he told you, and just enjoy the ride.

His pace was unforgiving, but he knew you could take it. His thick cock stretched you out, you enjoyed the feling of being so full. He was fast, his grip on your hips bruising. Once you decided to stop holding back you let yourself sound as loud as you had to, borderline screaming at that point. 

“I-izuku~” were the only coherent words that managed to escape your mouth. He smiled, head thrown back as he enjoyed the way you clenched around him. Your whole body felt burning hot with all the pleasure. Soon he reached his high with a deep final thrust as he came inside as you came undone yourself. You would have told him not to, but you didn't care anymore, you were spent, spit dribbling down your chin. Tears down your cheeks from the pain and pleasure. 

He pulls out and lets go of your hips, making you fall to your knees. Hands on the floor. He crouches down next to you, pulling your head up, his hand wrapped around your jaw and he pulls you inn for a messy kiss, his tongue selfishly dipping in your mouth. As he was done he pulled back and you opened your eyes, maybe it was the confusion from the situation but you could hae sworn you saw a hint of love in his eyes. Before he could leave you gripped his shirt and pull him down, leaving a feathery gentle kiss on his lips, his eyes went wide at the gesture. But you push him back immediately, dropping your head down.

Now it was done. He left without saying a word.

“I love you” you whispered and began to cry as you kneeled on the floor and waited for help to arrive.

hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

                                                      BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

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“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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                                                           TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks  (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

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“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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                                                      ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.  

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior. 

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt. 

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car. 

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up. 

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home 

~

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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                                                     OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes. 

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.” 

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too. 

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head. 

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly. 

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.” 

~

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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                                                HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

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“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.