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yzashaven · 7 months

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2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒01 / 10﹒02

꒰ —♡ B R E E D I N G ﹒ PART 1 ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! ayato, xiao, diluc, kuronushi x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! breeding obviously, shibari, some anal, cum overflow :0, overstimulation, praising, think that's all + VERY SHORT HELP

NOTE ! like only one of these were proofread LMAO anyway~ splitting this into 2 because i couldn't make the time to finish all 8 of the characters 😭 + THANK YOU FOR 700?!?!?! + sorry to those i couldn't tag :( and for posting this late omg

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—KAMISATO AYATO

he's a very family oriented man, you're well aware of that, so of course it's no surprise that breeding is one of the commissioner's top kinks. even just the mere thought of filling up your cute little cunt with his seed is enough to drive him insane.

"you're gonna give me an heir, yeah? right, my love?" ayato seductively whispered into your ear as you tiredly nod your head in approval. he has been pounding into you nonstop for the past 2 hours or so, filling you up with his cum over and over again, making sure that it'll reach your womb. "you feel so good~ this is your reward for being such a good girl for me, so take it. take it all~" his thrusts begin to quicken, urging yet another orgasm for him and yourself before grabbing your ankles to bring your legs over onto his shoulders; allowing him to push his dick even deeper than it was already reaching previously.

"fuck—i'm sorry for pushing your limits, sweetheart, but i won't waste my chance in finally getting to breed you real nice~"

—XIAO

him being a yaksha and practically spending his whole life fighting; xiao never really got to know or experience much when it comes to intimacy. but god, the moment you stepped into his life, it became the thing he couldn't live without.

"o-one more, please..." he groans out, thrusting deep into you at a slow pace, his tip kissing at your cervix ever so slightly. your whimpers and pleas falling onto deaf ears as his gaze was fixated on the way your thighs trembled under his touch as his hands kept your legs spread wide just for him, drunk on the sight of his cock disappearing within your warmth with each buck of his hips. an obvious squelching sound could be heard along with the mix of your fluids overflowing from the sides, "if i pull out, it'll all go to waste, won't it?" xiao mutters out, pulling back until only the head of his cum coated cock remained, just to slam back inside and have you scream his name for the nth time that evening.

"this won't be enough, baby... need to fill you up some more~"

—DILUC RAGNVINDR

trust me when i say that breeding is one of his top kinks, probably around the top 3, i'm sure of it :3 he just adores how pretty you look taking every single drop of his seed; the way you look so perfectly fucked out is enough to bring another feeling of euphoria to him.

"m-my love, so pretty~" diluc's eyes were focused on your trembling figure beneath him, cunt already completely full of his cum yet he's still pumping more and more inside for 'good measure' as per his words. "i know you're tired, i'm sorry—you feel too good for me to... pull out-ah~" the sensitive head of his cock kissed all the deepest parts of you with ease; giving you so much more pleasure, along with the way he was constantly pushing his cum back inside further.

"...so perfect for me, my good girl~"

—KURONUSHI

shibari. his specialty, his favorite. he decided to try a new position instead of the usual mating press you two did; having you situated on the bed with your ass up and face buried in the pillows while your wrists were bound by a red ribbon behind your back.

"that's it, keep moaning for me like that~" kuronushi coos, hips slamming against your body as his cock thrusted in and out of your ass at a steady rhythm, fingers rubbing roughly at your swollen clit, continuing to drive you over the edge. "fuck—your voice truly is the best instrument~ and your moans... the most majestic melody i've ever heard~" he says in between uneven breaths before finally cumming inside you, abruptly pulling out and pushing into your already filled to the brim cunt, a dark chuckle escaping his lips upon hearing you moan at the sudden entrance.

"just made sure to fill up both of your holes, love~"

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pupcuck · 4 months

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STAY SOFT, GET EATEN !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. p in v, incest, dub-con that is basically non-con idk

note. unedited cuz i got lazy omg. umm ignore typos :3 sorry my writing is so jolty lately im finding it hard to write so it’s all coming off very clunky but :3 rbs n feedback appreciated !! this is like not actually that smutty I’m sorry 💔 if u see me reusing bits from other old fics pretend it’s new

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your dad is hot, an indisputable fact. He’s a total babe, kinda looks like he should’ve been in Baywatch during his prime, got a rack that rivals C. J. Parker’s. Ever since you hit twelve, and the girls in your class suddenly got all boy crazy, you’ve been hearing nonstop about how cute dad is.

Sleepovers were held at yours so they could get a glimpse of him, and your dad might be friendly, but he’s clumsy with conversation, not much of a talker, so he made himself scarce. Then came the slew of questions, you think it was Ashley Graham, the one that didn’t know how to quit it. Airheaded with eyes like chipped peridot.

Hey, where’s your mom? Is she still around, I’ve never heard about her? What kinda girl does your dad like?

My dad doesn’t like kids, freak.

He might, and I’m not a kid! I mean, I turn thirteen in January. I bought a bra at PINK the other day, I even got measured, the lady said I’m an A cup.

Even my dad's are bigger than that, loser.

I’m, like, so not a loser! My mom said I could get a boob job when I turn sixteen, and by then your dad will be, like, what? Thirty?

He’ll be forty-three, dumbass.

Yeah, forty-three, that’s perfect. We can date then as long as you don’t have a mom. I did see a picture on your desk, but that’s your sister right? ‘Cause if that’s your mom, she never picks you up from school, so she’s either dead or they broke up or she hates you, right? I’m so right, aren’t I?

You’re wrong, stupid. My mom just works a lot.

Boo, I totally thought she was dead, well, whatever, if they break up by the time I hit sixteen, I’ll totally be your new step-mom.

For a lack of better words, you wanted that bitch dead. She meant well, you’ve just never met someone so out of touch, the type of girl that hands out Chanel handbags at the food bank.

A few years later, when you turned eighteen, it was Ada Wong, you had this co-dependent, whirlwind friendship that had you by the throat. She was cool, a few years older, and everyone thought she was hot. You were lame, and wanted everyone to think you were hot. What you don’t understand is how on earth it ended with her hand down the front of your dad’s pants at your graduation party. He was totally out of it too, she took advantage of a poor, drunk old man, and the worst part about it? That wasn’t what made you mad. Not that she touched him when he was slurring, tripping over his own feet, you were mad ‘cause she got to touch him in the first place.

When you tell your counsellor, I have a crush on my dad, she falters. She’s this older lady that reminds you of your Auntie Claire, they have the same button nose, and that makes it harder to talk to her. She presents herself professionally, and takes herself a little too seriously, also in the way Auntie Claire does at times. Bitch thinks she’s a psychologist. She has an office tucked right into the corner of your university’s humanities department.

“Well, is your dad absent?” She starts, chews on the lid of her ballpoint pen, the type you get in a pack of two hundred. See, if she were a real psychologist, she’d have a fancy one, with runny ink, and a metallic barrel.

“No, my dad raised me.” Your lips twitch upwards, wanting to scowl at her. ‘Cause this is your thirteenth session, and she knows how close you are to dad.

“Well, then, has your dad ever hit you?” She blinks real slow like it hurts to blink.

“What? No, never.” You’ve asked me these questions before, you stuck-up cow.

“Well, then,” Her eye twitches, you think she might report you to the authorities for being a freak, “Has he ever behaved inappropriately with you?”

The worst your dad has done is ask if you’re on birth control, only once, and he was rightfully worried. “Never, he would never do that.” I don’t know if you’ve been listening, I’m the one that wants to sit on his dick.

She taps her nail on the oak desk, popping open a button on her blouse. Some counsellor she is, mouth drying up ‘cause you have a crush on your dad. “Listen, if it’s not me overstepping boundaries, or being impolite, I’d like to refer you to a therapist.”

No fucking way. Jackpot. You’ve been waiting three months for this, all it took for her to cut the crap was an incestual confession? Although, you really do need to get that fixed, there’s this part of your brain, the cerebellum you believe, that’s been cut out and replaced by a hunk of meat that resembles your father. Whoever did it made a shoddy malpractical mess that you’re left to clean up with scarce supplies and medical knowledge.

“I'd really appreciate that.” You tell her, mustering your toothiest of grins as you pack up your shit and pass through the doorway, never to turn back to advice that consists solely of ‘talk it out’ and ‘use daily affirmations’ and other baseline shit they cover in Cosmopolitan articles you could read for free.

Therapy turns out to be no help. Not ‘cause of the content of the session, this is your first one actually, more ‘cause your therapist resembles dad. A little more on the polished side than your father, with salt and pepper hair that would look so good on him. Leon refuses though, to grow old, that is, to look anything more than thirty - he’s far past that, you think he’s looked old ever since you were born.

It’s going to be a distraction, you might leap out of your seat and fuck this man half to death if he scoots his chair any closer, if he keeps scratching his chin in the way dad does. There’s a copy of Nineteen-Eighteen-Four on the desk behind him, the one with the fabric cover to be specific, embellished by tiny labouring hands to sit pretty on the best-seller shelf in some overpriced independent bookstore. More importantly, it’s the copy that collects dust on your dad’s bedside, the one he insists to have read, but the pages still have that fresh scent to them, and not a single one is dog-eared.

There’s a ring on his ring finger, just like dad’s, and that might be a stretch, ‘cause every married man has a ring on their ring finger. Still reminds you of dad though. His is gold, and dad’s is silver ‘cause mom likes silver. You like silver ‘cause it looks pretty on dad.

He introduces himself, his way of speech is refined, and you can tell he thinks before he speaks unlike dad. Leon is clunky with words, oftentimes crude without realising. Cancellation and no-show fees, your rights, confidentiality, he runs you through all of it - the whole time you’re focused on his lips, the prominent curve of his Cupid’s bow, the double lip line that makes them appear fuller from afar. Just like dad’s lips.

The receptionist frowns when you request to see another therapist, then she begins to click, click, click away at her keyboard. She stops midway to file her nails, then she pops her gum and gives a very simple shake of the head, ponytail moving with her. You doubt the slow bitch even tried, so you make your way home, a heat in your stomach that refuses to fizzle out, an ache so deep only dad could reach it. With his dick, obviously.

Dad’s keys jingle and you hear wedding bells. You check the time, he’s home early, he toes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby hole shelf mom placed by the door. She’d be down his throat if he left them scattered for her to trip over again.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Leon smiles kindly, the same smile that’s seen you throughout your life. The one he gave you when he first held you, the one he gave you when you fell off your bike, and he brushed the crumbly gravel off your knees and kissed the tender scrapes on both. When you graduated, and he held back tears but acted all tough about it, he smiled all the same.

“Hi, dad.” The one you give in return is meek, the apples of your cheeks refusing to raise upwards into your eye-line.

“Oh,” Dad is perceptive, he throws his jacket over the bannister, keys tucked into one of it’s unzipped pocket - they dangle haphazardly, and you’re sure he’ll forget about them and toss that jacket in the washing machine, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shrug Leon’s hand off of your shoulder when he takes the seat adjacent to you. It’s cruel, the expression on his face sours, your heart lurches. Making him upset is your farthest intention, you just don’t know how much skin to skin contact you can handle with him.

Nonetheless, it was the wrong move, ‘cause he shuffles closer, “Hey now, don’t push me out, what’s wrong?”

“Dad, I promise, nothing's up.” You aim to soothe him with your words, but his agitation grows, your discomfort is palpable - he tastes it on his tongue, it’s the blood in the back of his throat. There’s no getting past him. “Therapy was bad.” No harm in telling a lie or two.

“Therapy,” Leon waves his hand through a nonexistent cloud of smoke, “You don’t need that.”

Here we go. All you need is a hug from dad! A kiss from dad. And you’ll be all better, sweetheart.

“I do, dad.” You glare at him, he smooths his thumb over your wrinkled brow and your heart drops to your ass. Dad needs to stop touching you before you touch him back, that’s a silent threat, your fingers twitch to grab him, mould his soft flesh into the shape of your fingertips.

“I did a good job with you,” Leon states, “My dad—“

My dad hit me, my dad threw me through a glass table once, busted my ass and made me crawl through the shattered glass and then he set wild dogs on me - your grandma just watched - I been through all that and I don’t need to go to therapy. He says something along those lines, albeit less cinematically thrilling.

“You did a very good job with me,” You nod, reassure him in a maternal tone almost ‘cause all dads are children that need to be praised, “It’s not your fault, dad, I love you lots.” Well, it is, for raising you so well, maybe he raised you too well. Or maybe you’re just a bit sick in the head, or maybe it’s his fault for looking how he looks.

“Then you don’t need therapy,” He sinks back into his dent in the leather couch, “You just need a hug, bring it in, kid.”

No, no, no. You do your best to fend him off, all for his own sake, but he draws you close to his chest, smothers you by pushing your face right into the dip. He smells good, cologne gradually having worn off as the day progressed, the slightly tangy undertone of his sweat coming through.

“And a kiss.” He coos at you, pinches your cheek, clicks his tongue in an attempt to coax you.

God, no. Don’t kiss me. Don’t do that— Mwah! Smack bang on your forehead as he tips your chin upwards, blinking down at you with sticky toffee lashes. And you, stupidly, in your lovestruck haze, pull him in to place the most disgusting, sloppy kiss on his lips - one that does little to hide your ardour for dad.

Leon’s neck almost snaps with how fast he pulls back, then he stares at you open-mouthed, and you hate to say it, but you’d kiss his lips swollen again. A man of his age, especially your father, should not be pretty or doll-lipped, but he is and you hate it. He’s your hamartia of sorts.

“Sweetheart…” Dad shambles aimlessly through his words, umming and ahing.

“Oh, god, you totally think I’m a freak, right?” You take your hands off of his chest, where they had been firmly planted, giving him a real good squeeze without even realising. “Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out, you were just really close to me and I got nervous.” Now you sound like him, a lack of conversational tact is exactly what you got from dad.

“No, it’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just give dad a minute.” He pats your shoulder, then he stands up, about to march on forward to grab his keys and leave. You know your dad, so you take his wrist in your hand, beg him to face you.

“Dad… I’m sorry, can you look at me?” You add a ‘please’ in the most desperate tone you can manage, brows slanting downwards as your bottom lip trembles.

Leon struggles to do so, his arm flexes when he tenses, stiffening in your grip. He sits back down when you begin to sniffle, too lamb-hearted to sit through your fit of tears. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Dad rubs your back, but he avoids moving his face close like he usually would, this is his cue to kiss the tears from your cheeks, but he doesn’t.

“It’s not, dad,” You hiccup, choking on an ugly sob that manifests into an even uglier yelp, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m just really lonely.”

“Baby,” Leon’s voice is sweet like a glacé cherry, “I didn’t know you were feeling like that, I didn’t know you were lonely.”

You are, but that’s not why you kissed dad. You kissed dad out of your own free will, ‘cause you’re in love with him. “I am really lonely, dad, I don’t know what to do.” The snot and tears don’t bother him, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. You’re his baby, you know that. So if he can do that, why can’t he fuck you? It’s ugly in the same way, he’ll wipe his load off your stomach instead, or your ass if he wants to take you from the back.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can— we can fix that, I promise.” The only thing you need him to fix is the leak you’ve sprung, plug it up or whatever. “There’s no use cryin’ about it, alright? Dad doesn’t like seeing you cry.”

His guard drops, and you’re kissing him again, harder, till he’s breathless and confused and yet unable to push you off. ‘Cause dad is so weak-willed when it comes to you. If only you’d had the guts to get to him sooner. “I won’t cry… I won’t cry if you kiss me, dad, I promise.” It’s a shitty tactic, threats, making dad’s heart jump like that - gonna send him into cardiac arrest.

Leon hesitates, softens like butter when your hands come to fist the fabric of his shirt, “Okay, just, just a kiss, alright? And mom can’t find out ‘bout this.” He stammers, cupping your face in his big hands, his fingers trembling. “And… And just one, yeah?” His flimsy assertion of dominance has your lips curving into the slightest of smiles, dad’s cute.

“Just one.” You agree, his spiky lashes cast shadows on his face, he shuts his eyes tight as your lips ghost over his for a moment, then you take his face in your hands and press them together. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. You swing a leg over his, situating yourself in his lap. Leon’s eyes open, no longer bracing as he glances down at your spread thighs, then up at your face.

“What’s up?” Leon tries, it’s hard to miss the apprehensive edge to his tone, how he burrows backwards into the couch pillows, shoulders shrinking to get away from you. His kid.

He’s not moving. Not pushing you off, which he could easily do, not calling mom and telling her you need to be checked into a ward of some kind - with others akin to you. Would be like a slumber party really, getting to indulge in fantasies that haven’t left the confines of your sick little head. Dad is looking on ahead, glassy-eyed and sad. And you kind of get it now, what you’ve heard about dad being easy back when he was younger. Not easy, but soft. Pliant against his own will, even when he has the capacity to say no, you’ve given him plenty of chances to say no.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” That’s a promise, you’re worked up from therapy with the cleaner version of dad. “And I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this ever again.” Unless you want too is left unsaid. You hope the implications are clear enough, that he’s picking up what you’re putting down, but dad is slow in that sense. He’s a hands-on type of guy.

You give him a minute, dad blinks, and there’s no explicit refusal, so you lift up to wriggle out of your jeans. Dad’s come undone a little easier, he raises his hips when you ask him to do so, and he flinches when you unzip them - fingers coming into contact with the softness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Leon’s not hard. It’s a blow to your already crippled ego, then again you’ve heard mom talk about Viagra to him before - so maybe it’s not a ‘my kid is groping my dick’ issue, but more of an old age issue.

The tip is velvety on your skin when you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband to tug them down, with the way he’s reclined back in his seat, his dick flops onto his stomach. Heavy and stagnant, much like dad himself. Doesn’t spring up and whack you in the face like dicks tend to do in porn, doesn’t have a mind of its own, it just sits there awkwardly.

Leon closes his eyes, you notice how ragged his breathing is and wonder if he’s getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he’s two minutes away from flatlining. To comfort him, you stroke a hand over his cheek, fingers curling beneath his square jaw as your other hand curls around his flaccid cock. He flinches, and for the first time in your life, you see dad cry. And it turns you on. The last time was when you were born, you don’t remember it, for obvious reasons, but he reiterates it every birthday.

“Oh, dad,” Your brows knit together, “I didn’t… Please don’t cry, I really didn’t mean to upset you, dad. Gosh, I’m just, I just needed to do this dad— Can you speak to me, please? I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice wavers, his body is wracked with shivers, chills prickling his spine, “I want to make you happy.” You’re all he's got, you and mom are the only speck of normalcy in dad’s life and you’ve gone and ruined it. For reasons even your counsellor couldn’t process, reasons that are unfathomable to you. A prion disease so severe that even your therapist likely fears there’s no chance. “I’m sorry.” He says finally, and your stomach hurts.

“Dad, don’t say sorry, that’s stupid.” You lift your hips once more, spitting on your palm and smearing it over his dick has done little for lube, but he’s not all that big - and you’re dripping down your thighs, it’ll be an easy fit, ‘cause dad made you. Half of you is him, and that means he’ll be just right. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, but you doubt it lifts the guilt from his shoulders, it weighs down his tender heart instead.

Dad doesn’t think that way. He blames everything on himself. Leon’s the one that raised you, he's the one that went wrong. You don’t know how else to tell him there’s something sick inside your head, and it’s infected every single part of you.

It’s hard to guide him into your hole, the tip bumps over your twitching clit a couple of times, up and down your slippery folds as you try to line him up. Leon’s face twists when you take him in, walls breached by the tip alone, you wonder if he’s relieved to find out you’re a virgin. You’ve been saving it for dad, didn’t know the opportunity would come so soon. Your cunt squelches when you take him to the hilt, squeezing around his shaft till he hardens inside of you. There we go, so dad does like you after all? Or is this a natural response? Or is he thinking of someone else, his eyes have been closed for an awfully long time.

“Dad, will you look at me, please?” That’s the second time you’ve asked so nicely and he obeys all the same, cracking open his eyes, foggy like stained glass, just as bright too.

Two hands come to rest on your torso, Leon’s keeping you at arms length. You want dad to let you in. The rocking off your hips elicits the slightest groan from his parted lips, you grind yourself into his lap, fat head leaking and jabbing at that spongy spot deep inside. See? Dad’s made for you. Dad knows you.

“Dad,” You whimper, clammy forehead sticking to his, the tip of your nose bumping his broad one, it’s romantic you think. In the same way A View from the Bridge is romantic - to you and you only. “I love you… I love you so much.” His hips jolt upwards, dad’s sensitive you suppose, he didn’t mean to do it ‘cause his face contorts with pure, unadulterated disgust.

Shakily, you take his bigger hand in yours, he’s limp in your grip. You jam his hand between your sweaty bodies, force him to rub them against your thrumming clit. Dad does it. ‘Cause he loves you, if you didn’t get that by now. His thumb rubs figure eights into your bud, the nimble touch, along with dad’s dick right where you want it, lodged deep inside your pussy - it tips you right over the edge.

Your thighs tremble, snapping shut around his hand, and his cock slips out. He’s only got a semi, or maybe he came earlier, but you don’t know much about dick specifics so you curl into his chest, and dad holds you tight even after you totally violated the poor guy.

“Should clean up ‘fore mom gets home.” Leon’s voice is unsteady, lilting up and down, all over the place. God, did you make dad cry again, you stupid bitch?

“Yeah,” You agree, scratching the back of your head ‘cause what do you even say after fucking your dad? Couldn’t even ask google that. “Dad, do you still like me?”

“I love you,” He answers instinctively, “I’ll love you no matter what you do to me, kid.”

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the-record · 26 days

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ICU

SUMMARY: ellies lost her keys…again… luckily dina’s pretty friend has an empty bed

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: i missed these and yall!! not fully back but i miss writing also if u see stranger things content don’t be alarmed! still v much in love with ellie and abs

‘ I FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I SEE YOU NOW ‘

elliewilliams

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angel: ellie come to mine

ellie: huh?

a: ur locked out, im not, my beds made, urs probably isnt, come over.

e: u barely know me?!?!?

a: dina trusts u idc, come over rn or ill pick u up.

e: send me ur address.

“this was really nice of you.” ellies voice breaks the silence as make room for her beside you. you wave your hand, no worries, but she insists. “no seriously, you could’ve let me die. freeze. starve even.”

when you laugh she doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound. “ellie i don’t think any of those things would’ve happened.” you smile and lean on an elbow to look at her. “and i really don’t mind, gets lonely anyways. need a loser dork to fill the silence.” you tease.

she gasps in faux hurt, tracing an imaginary tear down her face.

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e: hey!

a: real chipper today huh

e: didn’t lose my key all week so yes very

e: i have a question tho

a: lmao im gonna steal ur key from u, whats up?

e: do u wanna go to a concert this weekend??

e: i bought the tickets for dina and i but she cancelled last minute and jesse cant go

e: its like 2 hours away on saturday

e: also do NOT touch my key please i m begging

a: yea actually id love too :)

a: text me the details

e: great

e: okay yea ofc

elliewilliams

elliewilliams so…

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jessesucks GASPING when did this development occur.

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yourusername girl on the left is sooo fine

elliewilliams crazy, im more into the one on the right

dina_nolastname yall r EMBARRASSING

joelmmm yourinstagram Come for dinner tomorrow! Would love to meet Ellie’s pick of the month. 🩷

yourinstagram GOODBYEEE

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a: hey

e: hi

a: come over?

a: please?

e: are you okay??

a: just please come over.

e: im omw right now

e: be there in 10

e: unlock the front door

a knock on your door wakes you from the light sleep you’d been in. a small ‘come in’ has ellie gently opening the door and walking softly towards your bed. her hands brush hair from your face, a kind smile on her face. something you can’t pinpoint in her eyes.

“you doing okay babe?” her voice is just above a whisper, though no one else would be home to hear it otherwise. “tired?”

you hum an answer out and reach for one of her hands, fiddling with her rings and avoiding her eyes. “can you turn off the light and sit with me?” she smiles and nods, savoring one more second before standing and taking off her jacket while walking to the switch.

its still light out, the evening sun beginning to set but still lighting up enough of your room. as she’s getting in beside you, she notices what you’re wearing. “nice shirt,” ellie says with a snort.

its one of hers, you stole it a few weeks ago with no intention of giving it back. her heart grows as a small smile graces your features. “there she is.” you flush and turn away. she coos teasingly while getting comfortable behind you.

when you do turn, shes the perfect pillow. her fingers trace your features as your eyes shutter closed.

e: hi love, you wanna do something today?

a: you have something in mind?

e: thought we could go bowling

e: that new bowling place just opened downtown, looks cute

a: kinda tired. do something at home?

e: alreadyomw with snacks for u

a: youre the best.

a: i miss you.

e: i miss you too. you doing okay?

a: are you at work

a: im tired

e: i get off in 30

e: come over to mine, joel will let you in

a: okay

elliewilliams

elliewilliams bbg needs a NAP theyre grouchy

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yourusername i know where you live.

elliewilliams LOVE YA!

joelmmm Photo creds.

elliewilliams sighs.

dina_nolastname angel ALWAYS needs nap bro gets really grumpy

yourusername I ALSO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

dina_nolastname see? grumpy.

jessesucks we’ve all seen the pictures she looks absolutely BEAUTIFUL, uhm… and he’s there… (ellie is he)

dina_nolastname (ellie is he) BYE

yourusername HEY JESSIE WOAHHH FEELS LIKE A PARTY EVERYDAY

elliewilliams remember when dina dumped u?

a: can we go to the aquarium

e: you feel up to it?

a: no obviously i asked because i don’t

e: OKAY SORRY DAMN

e: god just being a supportive girlfriend and this is what i get.

a: GOODBYE I DONT WANNA GO ANYMORE

e: no im sorry im sorry im sorry i wanna go

a: YAY

a: pick me up in 30 pls

e: of course love

e: im glad you’re feeling better

e: very excited rn

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e: hey i love you

a: i love you too

a: u lose ur key again?

e: …

a: ffs come over good god

e: already here!

a: R U IN MY KITCHEN??!

e: ur mom says hi

e: be up in a sec!! snacks!

#! kates babes !#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #🎵 smau 🎵

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dizscreams · 11 months

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“I’M HIS PRETTY PARTY FAVOR, HE SAYS IM HIS FAVORITE FLAVOR”

— Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Spider-Man!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Spider-Man helps you out of party cuz ur WASTED and then Spider-Man is actually Ethan what?! OMGG!! Then it’s a cute moment but no confessing 😰 maybe it needs a part two? Who knows.

A/N: sorry for all the Spider-Man!Ethan content lately, he’s just living in my brain rent free rn 🫣

TAGS: @ourloveisgod23 @xyzstar @wenvierismycomfort @wekiamo @beary-rambles @aesthetixhoe @c8rdigan @aqellano @teyamsgirll @mbankfav @gabbylovesreading @brakke-dino @astermath

Ethan entered the frat party with one goal and one goal only, to make sure his friends were okay. He only knew this party was happening because he was patrolling tonight and saw it and plus Chad had texted him to join you guys. You guys being Chad, Mindy, Anika, Tara, and you.

Ethan said he had Econ and couldn’t make it, which was a lie he constantly told. He really needed to come up with a new one.

Ethan was worried for his friends safety because the infamous Ghostface killer was back. I mean who would throw a party in a time like this? Let alone actually go to one. But he didn’t blame you guys, you were all stressed and scared. He was just glad it was a Halloween party so he could blend in easier since he still had his suit on.

He pushed past sweaty drunk teenagers and found his way to the living room where he found Mindy and Anika on the couch. Two down three more to go, Tara, Chad, and you. He wondered toward the kitchen and found Tara drinking, he’d definitely need to check in on her later. And he found Chad near the stairs, but the only person he couldn’t find was you.

Where were you? Ethans searched the party like twelve times and he couldn’t see you. It would probably help if he knew what you were dressed as. Just as he turned around to start at the front of the house again he bumped into somebody, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” he paused when he saw you. You were wearing a Spider-Man costume without the mask and your hair was slightly messy. You looked like you’d been drinking.

“Heyyy, we’re matching!” You stumbled forward and Ethan quickly caught you. “Yeah, I guess we are,” he chuckled. You were matching and it was quite adorable to Ethan but his main concern was getting you home safely. “Yours looks a lot better than- than mine though. Where’d you get yours? I just got mine off of Amazon,” you rambled as you played with the hem of Ethan’s mask. He gulped and gently took your hand away, now holding it.

“I just got it from.. from a friend. I’m borrowing it,” he lied. “Oh, cool. Do you want a drink? I can get you a drink?” Ethan quickly shook his head at your ask, “I’m alright, thank you though. I think you should find your friends and go home.” Someone bumped into you so the arm that Ethan had wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him while his other hand was still holding yours. You kinda looked like a couple.

You shook your head, “I don’t know where the-they are. They’re probably partyinngg!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “Hey, who are you by the way?” Ethan was taken back by your question but he realized that you thought he was a complete stranger. You didn’t know he was Ethan Landry, you didn’t even know he was the real Spider-Man. You just thought it was a costume.

You removed the hand that was holding Ethan’s, much to his dismay, and you put it to his face. You examined him through the mask he was wearing and turned his head to the left and then to the right. “What are you doing?” Ethan asked confused. “You’re the real Spider-Man aren’t you? That’s why your costume looks so good! You’re him-!” Ethan quickly put a hand over your mouth and took your hand, “Lets go outside.”

You followed him outside the house party and stumbled down the steps. “So are you the real one? Or not?” He helped you down the last step so you wouldn’t eat shit on the concrete and led you to the side of the house. “This is getting creepy man-” Ethan interrupted you by ripping the mask off of his face. Your mouth dropped open, “Ethan? When did you get here?” He looked around to make sure nobody was near and got closer to you. He held your shoulders and got close to your face. “Ethan? What’s-”

“Okay, I need you to listen to me and you cannot tell anyone, okay?” You nodded at him and he continued, “Okay, I’m Spider-Man,” he said slowly hoping you could comprehend what he was telling you. Ethan could practically see the gears in your head turning and he saw your confused expression turn into a smile, then a laugh. “You-you’re Spider-Man? How much did you drink Ethan?” You asked through laughs as you poked his cheek.

“I didn’t drink anything-” he said swatting your hand away, “I’m telling the truth and I’m serious you can’t tell anyone.” You laughed again, “Okay, whatever Ethan. You have my word,” you said humorously. It was clear you didn’t believe him and he didn’t blame you. This was probably the worst possible time to tell you. He’s not even sure why he was telling you. Ethan sighed as he put his arm around you again to hold you up, “Okay, lets get you home.”

You nodded and let him walk you back to your dorm. It was chilly and your thin costume didn’t help. Ethan noticed your shiver and held you closer to him, “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” You responded with an inaudible noise and put your head against his shoulder.

When you guys made it there he grabbed the key from your shaky hands and went inside. He walked you to your bedroom and you flopped on the bed. Ethan put his mask on your dresser and went over to you. “Tired?” He asked and you nodded. He smiled softly and took off your shoes before pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. He took a moment to look at you, your hair was still slightly in your face but you looked peaceful.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“I believe you, about you being Spider-Man.”

He chuckled, “You wont remember this tomorrow.”

You ignored him and kept talking, “It makes sense because you’re always disappearing. And it makes sense because one time I saw the Spider-Man suit in your closet but I assumed it was for Halloween even though it was like April,” you giggled and he smiled at you.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“Why’d you tell me you were Spider-Man?”

He thought about it for a moment, “I don’t know I guess I didn’t want you to think you were being kidnapped by a Spider-Man wannabe.” You giggled and shook your head, “Is that the only reason?” He stayed silent and you nodded in understanding. You wouldn’t tell him but you were hoping he told you because he trusted you and because he wanted to be more than friends but maybe that was a lot to ask.

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He looked at you hesitantly and you scooted away from the edge of the bed. “Please, Eth?” You patted the spot next to you and he sat down. You two stayed silent for a moment before you put your hand on his cheek, “You’re really pretty, you know th-that?” You hiccuped and he smiled bashfully. “You’re drunk.”

“Nuh-uh”

“Uh-huh”

You smiled and closed your eyes, “Ya know, I’ll sleep a lot better knowing New Yorks friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is Ethan Landry.” He laughed and watched as your smile faded to a relaxed expression. And soon after he heard your small snores. He moved the hair from your face and stood up. He wasn’t sure what you meant by that exactly and he knew you probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but he was grateful for the moment anyway.

He wouldn’t let it get to his head though. He’s liked you for a long time now but he wasn’t ready to confess yet. Ethan looked at you one more time before grabbing his mask and putting it on. He climbed out your window and swung away.

Who was he kidding, if you actually remembered this tomorrow he would definitely confess his love to you.

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#noot proofread #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry thoughts #spiderman!ethanlandry

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shakespeare-official-account · 20 days

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LISTEN UP, FUCKERS!!!

It’s swearification-and-cursing’s birthday in like 3-4 days, sooooo we’re gonna have a party like what we did for YTK to celebrate. Please spread this around and try not to let her know. Tags:

Parent: @eharmony-official.

aunt: @i-bless-your-heart

the siblings/cousins/in laws: @cars-official

the niblings: @real-hottopic @spotify-kids-real

grandparents: @tinderofficial @incognito-mode-official @basically-bumble

other people: @thesmallestclown @i-identify-as-an-ominous-threat @shakesberes-ghost @totally-ikea and anyone who wants to join!!!! Sorry if this bothered you, I just want everyone to know /pos. If you don’t want to be tagged for stuff, please reach out and tell me in an ask/dm/post

If you guys want roles, like in YTK’s party, we have:

Birthday girl: enea herself, obviously

Proud mom: @eharmony-official, this is undebatable

The nice aunt: @i-bless-your-heart, also undebatable

The shy sibling:

The outgoing one:

“I’m too drunk/high for this” *proceeds to get more drunk/high*: @jupiter-the-god

Selling the booze/drugs: @definitelytherepublicofireland @green-day-unofficial

“I’m too gay for this” *proceeds to flirt with anyone and everyone*: @autism-speaks-real

“I’m too gay for this” *proceeds to either fail at flirting or not flirt at all (or both)* Jupiter-the-god

The annoyed neighbour who joins in the end:

The arsonists/chaos creators/felony commuters: @confusedhomicidalrage @nanochittle and I

the (not-so) reluctant chaotic/arsonist/criminal: france-unofficial

The chaos gremlin: @femboy-hooters-official and ireland

The adoring younger sibling:

Chaotic child: autism-speaks-real

brings the food: @froggiefemboi is making pizza. @the-official-italy will be cooking every recipe in her grandmother’s cookbook, INCLUDING SPAGHETTI BOLOGNESE!!! The-official-potatoo is bringing potatoes

the disaster assistant cook: france-unofficial

is the food: @thesmallestclown, who will be the pizza ingredients

summoning satan with a Dorito: @gimmickswag and @rocks-anon

trying to stop the satan summoner: crystal (please tell me their @), @totally-france, France-unnoficial

reading a book/listening to music in a corner: @india-official, @hyperfixationsgobrrrrr and maybe me if i feel antisocial :P

trying to get everyone to play a game and failing: @jollibee-real (Mario kart)

here for the food: @bingle-official

here for the ride: puddles-of-ominous-threats, @non-tyrannical-usa

“Who the hell invited this guy??” @walmart-the-official

the DJ: France-unofficial

the assistant DJ: totally-France

the couple who insist they’re platonic but 10 minutes later were found making out in the bathroom: @jupiter-the-god and @definitelytherepublicofireland

asleep:

the one who knows everyone: @official-the-united-states

Lovey dovey couple who gross everyone out and do the lady and the tramp spaghetti scene together: @france-unofficial and @the-official-italy

Argue like an old married couple because they are one: @the-official-publix and @kroger-fr

the one with negative rizz that works at the wrong time: @actually-kroger

promoting and committing aroace crime: @same-pic-of-callisto-everyday @puddles-of-ominous-threats

the grandmother who should be dead but bakes wayy to much for occasions: @dunkin-the-real-one

stealing random shit: @yes-im-youtube-kids

chaperone: @canadian-tire-real

Obviously, there will be a million other amazing roles which haven’t been put on the list. Please reply, dm, send asks etc. if you want to be on the list as something else! You can also have many roles :) Anyways; have fun and spread the word!!! :D we strike in approx. 72 hours, send swearification dms, asks or anything to wish her. The weirder the merrier!!!

DISCLAIMER TO ALL: TO AVOID CLUTTER AND CONFUSION, YOU GUYS CAN REBLOG YOUR REPLIES, BUT I WILL EITHER REPLY TO THE POST AND TAG YOU OR STRAIGHT UP ADD YOU.

#shakespeare #william shakespeare #swearification #birthday party #important #reblog this #tags #the pink sparkle family

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cherrybyunss · 6 months

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Ship: Lee Jeno (NCT) x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Mentions of Death, Grieving, Escape Sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Nipple Play, Protected Sex.

Summary: This is an excerpt from "Make Me Feel Lightweight", the new fic im working on. To sum it up, Y/N was dating Jaemin when he met with an accident. This excerpt is Y/N remembering the time she hooked up with his best friend in search for solace a month after he'd passed away. (Hence the italicized text cause it's a flashback) (I warned you guys this fic gets angsty).

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), not proofread, protection is important, this is purely fictional and has nothing to do with the real idol. This is SAD but also sexy so read at your own risk.

cheryybyunss Masterlist

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You were drunk. Not drunk enough by a long shot but drunk nevertheless.

It was one of those days you needed alcohol in your system so you wouldn’t lose your mind. You’d been having a lot of those lately.

“Here you go.” Jeno walked into the room with a glass of water.

You accepted it. “Thanks.” But in lieu of drinking, you kept staring at it.

Everything around you had become a reminder of Jaemin.

Or maybe it had always been, it was just the misery that accompanied the memories that was new.

Fuck… You thought.

The void was getting deeper.

It was as if your body refused to listen to you – refused to act alive. You felt numb.

And a singular tear streamed down your otherwise blank face.

You felt a gentle pair of hands reach out, bringing the glass to your lips, and letting you taste the water.

You looked up at Jeno as you drank up.

He had a sorry smile on his face.

Damn it… Why did men have to act all strong and shit.

Jeno had lost his best friend of double digit years and yet… was allowing you to feel like you could lean on him in this fucked up state of yours.

He kept the glass away, wiped your lips, and fixed the pillows for you to lie down on the bed.

Allowing you to be selfish…

You teared up.

“Hey,” Jeno held your hand. “Is everything okay?”

The question made you choke up with tears. Nothing was okay.

But you couldn’t say that, so you just shook your head.

God, you missed Jaemin.

“Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up at Jeno again. He’d asked in earnest.

And so you allowed yourself to seek solace.

“Can you hold me?” You made yourself sadder with how your voice broke at the end.

Jeno opened his mouth, as if deliberating in his head, before he pursed his lips and nodded. “Sure.”

He lied down and opened up his arms for you. And you felt an extreme sense of gratitude for how welcome he made you feel.

Your first impulse was to snuggle in, but you decided against it. You shifted into his embrace so he was now spooning you instead.

You took a deep breath as Jeno’s arms wrapped around you.

With how overwhelmed you’d been, this vulnerable position may not have been the best idea, but for the first time in a month, you felt some semblance of safety.

Jaemin loved spooning you.

“You deserve it.” He would say. And leave a stream of kisses down your neck, till you were struggling to make him stop with the biggest smile on your face.

If only you could experience it one more time. You’d never ask him to stop.

Your hand found its way atop Jeno’s hand resting on your stomach. You hoped Jeno felt comfort too, lying like this with you.

Your thumb was mindlessly caressing the back of his hand, when he shifted a little, huddling in closer.

And your heart positively skipped a beat.

His breath was now falling directly onto a sensitive spot on your neck, and for some reason, you could not move.

“You good?” Jeno spoke, probably having realized you’d frozen.

But his voice made it worse, for you gasped, your back arching away from him ever so slightly, and your hand tightening its grip onto his.

You felt Jeno freeze as well. And his breath still continued to hit your neck, letting goosebumps travel down your body each time.

Fuck… Was he doing it on purpose now?

Your eyes shot open at the thought.

This was extremely dangerous territory. Irretrievably dangerous.

You knew that.

You knew that but it was the first time since the accident that you’d felt something other than pain, and you were not ready to let it go just yet.

Not just yet.

How fucking selfish…

Maybe you didn’t deserve Jaemin after all.

You shifted a little to make it all less overwhelming – both the good and the bad. And Jeno seemingly figured yet again that something was wrong.

“Hey…” His hand went to your waist, offering comfort.

“Don’t talk.”

Jeno supported himself up on his elbow behind you, and you refused to look back.

Your heart was racing, and nothing made sense. Jeno was Jaemin’s best friend…

And probably the only person who could make you feel something again.

You took a deep breath.

“Jeno…” You spoke, before looking just slightly over your shoulder as a tear rolled down to your ear.

You had nothing to lose anymore.

“Just this once… Will you have sex with me?”

There was no going back now.

Jeno lay there wordlessly, which was quite frankly a better response than you’d expected.

For some reason, your desperation increased with every passing second. You turned your face towards him.

“I know Jaemin was your best friend, I’m just… lonely, and I desperately need to fucking feel something or else I will absolutely lose my mind. And I know this is the most selfish request I could’ve made–”

Jeno cut you off by cupping your face. The touch of his fingers, warm enough to make you sob like a child.

You took a deep breath when he slowly leaned in, and pressed his lips onto your forehead. Your eyes fell shut, the tears that had welled up spilling over.

When he pulled away, you searched his eyes for any sign of resentment. But you couldn’t find any.

What you did see in his eyes as they looked into yours, was an emptiness akin to yours.

And you never figured out if it was fear that you felt next, or the elation at having company. All you knew was that you were on edge.

Men weren’t strong at all…

Your hand went up into his hair when he leaned in again. There really was no going back now.

Jeno kissed you, and you felt the kiss in the deepest parts of your soul as warmth spread all across your body in its wake.

You moaned into the kiss in desperation, and Jeno knew to match the heat.

He kissed you as if it were the last thing he’d ever do, leaving you gasping and groaning under him, – and oh, how you wished he could make it last forever.

He turned you back around, and grabbed the bare skin of your waist underneath your top, eliciting a gasp from you as you threw your head back, giving him all the space he needed.

He latched his lips onto the spot he now knew to be sensitive all too well, and sucked, making you moan his name, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Oh my god…” You felt that in your abdomen.

Fueled by your reaction, you assumed, he grew wilder. And you reveled in every second of pleasure he let you feel.

He pushed your jaw up and immediately continued the assault on your weak spots, enjoying the new found areas. Your labored breathing proving to be all the motivation he needed.

He licked a strip upto your ear, the movement painfully slow towards the end, and you had to dig into his fore arm in order to not scream in ecstasy.

One of his hands went upto your breasts, and he took a deep breath as he felt you up, and for some reason, that turned you on beyond reversal.

An image of Jaemin doing the same thing flashed in your head, and instead of managing to bring your overwhelming desperation to a halt, the image just proved to add fuel to the fire.

It caught you off-guard too. But you guessed you’d been hoping for this.

“Aah–” You knew you’d started to lose your mind, but it just felt too good to stop.

Jeno pulled away before pushing you flat against the bed, and climbing on top of you.

He looked at you with unparalleled desire in his eyes. And you felt yourself clench around nothing.

“Jeno…” You spoke, and could only say so much before Jeno kissed you again. And you sighed into the kiss.

You were gonna regret this, you were sure. So was Jeno. But every inch of your skin that he touched felt like it would come to life any second, and you wanted nothing more than for that feeling consume you in that moment.

You wanted Jeno to clutch your brain and make you forget and remember all at the same time.

As the kisses got more desperate than either of you could take, you pushed him away, just enough to be able to take off the t-shirt he was wearing, and you felt het pool in your stomach at the sight before your eyes.

You’d never noticed how fucking hot Jeno was before.

You kissed him again before taking off your top as well, and pulling him back down on top of you.

And oh my god, skin against skin felt amazing.

“Hey…” Jeno spoke, cupping your face again, and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Are you sure about this?”

Your heart sank a little. He was going through grief too, and still managed to be a much better person than you’ll ever be.

You nodded. And he searched for more.

“I know it’s fucked up but…” You said, never looking away from him. “I need you today.”

And you knew that you were going to hell.

“I need you to make me forget everything else. I need you to make me feel so good that it’s all I can think of.” You brushed a couple strands of hair out of his sight. “You’re all I can think of.”

And Jeno took a deep breath, before kissing you again. Less desperate this time, but just as commanding. And you kissed back like your life depended on it.

“Sorry Jeno.” You spoke when he moved down to your neck, and you could not get enough of the feeling of his skin against yours. “It’s the most selfish thing, I know–”

You were cut off by your own gasp when Jeno found a soft spot on your neck and proceeded to leave a hickey, your hands clutching onto his back. “I’m hardly any better.” He breathed against the mark he’d left.

Jeno snaked his hand behind your back and unclasped your bra, allowing you to take it off, so he could waste no time latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, and sucking.

“Aah–” Your back arched up as Jeno worked his tongue on one nipple and fingers on the other, making you press your legs together in arousal.

Jeno looked up at you in the middle of the feat and allowed one of his hands to travel further down your torso. Your toes curled in anticipation.

He traced his finger down your waist, leaving goosebumps along the way, till he reached the waistband of your shorts. He pulled away, before hooking his fingers in, and on earning a nod from you, removing the shorts together with your panties in one swift motion, leaving your core bare against the cold air.

You instinctively closed your legs, but he grabbed your thighs and pried them open, and you grabbed the sheets in a fist.

Jeno parted your folds and ran his thumb all the way up, making you jolt at the sudden pleasure. “Fuck…” He cursed under his breath. “You’re really wet.”

He circled your clit, drawing out a groan from you, before lowering himself between your legs.

He licked a stripe up to your clit before circling the sensitive bud and sucking lightly, and you screamed his name as he ate you out. Every flick of his tongue pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck! Oh my god–” Your hands flew to his hair, and that only motivated him to go harder. “Jeno…!” You cried out. “It feels amazing, please don’t stop!”

Jeno looked up at you, before adding one, and then two fingers to the mix. And you felt ecstasy consume your entire being when he curled his digits against your sweet spot.

Your back arched away from the bed as you felt yourself come close to your high. Jeno was working your touch starved body like he’d known it for ages, and you felt yourself edge over to madness from how fucking amazing it felt.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out as your legs started closing in, if not for Jeno holding them in place as his mouth and fingers drove you over the edge.

You saw stars as one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had washed over you in waves of pleasure. Your voice coming out in broken moans of Jeno’s name as he helped you ride your high out.

And then withdrew, allowing you to catch your breath.

Your dead boyfriend’s best friend had just given you an absolutely mind blowing orgasm, and you couldn’t wait to have him fuck your brains out.

You guessed this was about as fucked as things could get.

You sat up, hurriedly undoing the shorts Jeno was wearing, And you hoped Jeno was just as desperate.

When you finally managed, and pulled his shorts down, you gasped.

Looking up at Jeno, you realized he was expecting the reaction.

“Will you need to cum again before I go in?”

And your mouth stayed agape as you shook your head. Jeno was huge.

You gulped, and leaned in, licking a stripe up Jeno’s length, never looking away from him eyes, and he took a deep breath looking at you.

He groaned under his breath when you half the length into your mouth and sucked, before moving your tongue around playfully.

With your eyes trained at him, you attempted to deep throat. “Fuck.” He cursed when you managed to take in most of him, tears welling up in your eyes at the fullness.

You bobbed your head back and forth a few times, sucking on your way out each times, before pulling away and looking up at him again.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, the roughness making you clench again.

Jeno reached to the side table and pulled out a condom.

As he rolled it on, he looked at you, and asked again. “You sure you don’t need lube? Or at least another orgasm?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to come closer.

He leaned in, giving you the softest kiss on the lips.

You let out shaky breath when he pulled away. Who would’ve though Jeno of all people would be giving you butterflies.

“I’ll be fine, just…” You spoke, flushed out. “Just give it to me.”

Jeno looked a little something… Endeared?

He moved a couple strands of hair out of your face before kissing you again.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and pinned your hands on each side, catching you off guard.

“I’ll be gentle still.” He breathed into your ear, and you felt like you could cry.

He entered you slowly, the stretch still fucking unbelievable. You held your breath till he entered completely, your nails probably leaving marks on the back of his hands.

“Oh my god…”

“You okay?” He was letting you adjust.

You nodded, smiling a little at how careful he was being. “I won’t break, Jeno.”

“Careful, I might take your word for it.” He kissed down your neck as your eyes rolled back.

He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming his length inside you at once, and you screamed.

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? I thought you won’t break.”

“Jeno, I swear to god!” You cursed. “Stop fucking teasing me and get the fuck on with it.”

Jeno smiled. He was having too much fun for your liking.

He pulled out again. “Get on with what?” And then another thrust knocked the life out of you.

“Jeno…!” You cried.

You knew he wasn’t cruel enough to make you beg more than you already had. At least not given the circumstances you were in.

You just needed him to fuck you. And you needed him to do it now.

Plus with the way you'd been clenching around him, you’d be surprised if he didn’t.

“Okay, sorry.”

Jeno put both of your wrists together above your head, using one of his hands to hold them there, as the other went to grab your waist in a firm grip, and you felt impossibly turned on.

And then he rammed into you once, and then twice, picking up a pace that made you scream his name at the top of your lungs.

With every thrust he knocked the air out of you, your hands begging to hold him. But he was way stronger.

He fucked you like a man on fire, and you could cry at how good you were feeling.

Jeno leaned down to kiss your neck, while maintaining the pace of a madman, and pinched your nipple as he did. Your body’s reaction to the proximity was painfully intense.

“F-fuck! Jeno!!” You cried, tears legitimately welling up in your eyes.

When you hit your first orgasm this time around, Jeno only changed his pace a little so you could ride the high, but showed no intentions of stopping to let you catch your breath, earning an actual shriek from you.

“What are you doing??” You cried in overstimulation. “I came!”

“You can go on, can’t you?” He whispered, and went harder.

Jeno’s hand traveled down from your breasts to your clit, and your eyes shot open when you realized what he was doing.

“Just a little longer.” He said, and never looking away from you or slowing down his unbelievably hard thrusts, he started massaging your already sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb, while your hands were still pinned above your head.

“Aaah!!–” You had positively lost all grasp over reality. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…! J-jeno!!”

You sobbed, tears streaming down your face. As Jeno continued his assault on your sanity.

“I can’t!–”

“Fuck…” Jeno cursed under his breath.

You hit the wave again, and pleasure consumed your entire being as you almost blacked out. It was absolutely insane what your body had just experienced.

This time around, your orgasm triggered Jeno’s own, and he groaned as he came, the sound making you clench some more.

You rode your highs out with each other’s help, and Jeno finally let go of your hands, allowing you some rest.

For some reason, Jaemin flashed in your head as you caught your breath.

And you cursed at yourself, pushing the image to the back of your mind.

Jeno discarded the condom, and helped you clean yourself before spooning you from the back again.

You turned around to face him. He smiled at you when you did.

“Thanks…” You said. “And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You averted your gaze for a second before looking at him again.

It wasn’t what you wanted but it was probably for the best… –

“Let’s never do that again.”

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hella1975 · 3 months

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hellaaa plz share your favorite dabihawks fics for all of us who want some recs into their crazy minds!!

sorry i didnt answer this straight away i was reading a 230k words fic that i wanted to finish before i added it here 😭 does anyone know what's wrong with me. therapists hate me

dabihawks rec list!!

burn it all down by dorothycanfly - an au where dabi comes back to the todoroki estate to kill shouto when he's 19 and shouto is 11, but decides instead to take his little brother with him as part of his Grand Evil Masterplan that doesn't quite go as he wanted. this is the fic i always rec first in this fandom as it's the first dabi fic i really read that felt like it Understood Him and really made me go bananas about him. it's dark and twisted and true to what i think his actual mindset would be without demonising him, and also has shouto and him being very close and the way the author writes their dynamic is everything to me like it's so true to a real sibling relationship and id die for them. it gets very smutty in the middle but if that's not your thing the plot also kicks right back up again at 100mph immediately after, and there's also a sequel still being updated that's very promising.

big reputations by phanatics - singer fake dating au!!! i absolutely love dabi's characterisation in this and the celebrity angle is handled soooo well. the miscommunication and slow burn is incredible and that's coming from a bitch who finds both tropes frustrating unless they're done to my very niche standards. im pretty sure i read this fic in one day. im not making graduation i fear.

gunshots and molotovs by ironicallystupid - this is a 14k oneshot where dabi treats hawks' gunshot wound in a distinctly dabi way and then they get drunk. this one really got to me and i think it's bc it's one fic where they feel so true to character while still, for once, both acting their age. a big appeal of dabihawks for me is that they are both ultimately just two guys in their early twenties and seeing them embody that youth and silliness was surprisingly poignant

the 'will you accept this rose?' series by satelliteblue- the famous bachelorette au! if you don't know what i mean by famous, it's bc this fic has a habit of getting people who don't even read mha fic obsessed with it. like it's genuinely addicting. i remember first finding it and being like 'bacherlorette au dabihawks? be so fr' and look where im at now, 355k words later. it's genuinely just such a fun read AND i love the drama of it AND it has the todofam angle AND an actual plot snuck into it effortlessly. one of my fav fics of all time truly and it's still updating!

perspective by theeclecticeccentric - this is the fic i just finished and when i tell you ive powered through all 230k words of it in the past 4ish days. i love the league dynamic in this with the whole found family angle. i'll say it was something i clicked on less bc this kind of au (childhood friends dabihawks brainwashed to forget each other) is what i would normally go for and more bc i have BATTERED the dabihawks tag for all it's worth so i just tried it on a whim, but im so happy i clicked this bc it wound up being so fun! i also love any fic that forces the heroes and villains to ally against the hpsc and this fic does that. instant hit with me.

#if you want more dabi-centric fics (bc those are my bread and butter to the surprise of no one)#then i recommend ao3 user theyaremycrocs for singlehandedly RUINING my mental health with every and any fic of theirs #but yeah! i tried to keep this short and sweet but genuinely a ship hasnt had me in such a firm chokehold as dabihawks since like #my haikyuu era or something. not quite zukka bc who could ever but sakuatsu are getting nervous #ask #dabihawks #mha #fic rec

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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Day 5: progress report

this is part 5, all parts

pairing: angel/demon!fem reader x 141

word count: 2.4k

tags: supernatural elements, no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes

warnings: body horror (no gore or overly graphic descriptions)

summary: Angel has to give a report of her progress, we finally meet 2 more characters + a bit of Wish Angels lore

a/n: sometimes im sooo shit at naming chapters 😭 but anyway, do you guys have any name ideas for the office man cuz at the moment he's nameless, like does it bother you he's nameless? or should I give him a name? eh idk. Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed this chapter/serie, means lots 💖

⚠️ I can't seem to be able to tag some of you, please scroll down and check the spelling of your username if I accidentally misspelled it, if I didn't, have a look at your settings or let me know if you changed your username.

At first, it was Angel standing in the middle of her room, the blinds drawn shut, the windows closed and the door locked. Then there was burning wind, unbearable heat and swirling lights coming out of nowhere. She parted her lips, her canines growing sharp and two sharp horns growing out of her skull, ripping her scalp like wet paper and immediately sewing itself like nothing happened.

Her furniture was shaking, the ground vibrating and her walls cracked open. Angel didn’t seem phased, nor was Kuromi, who was curled up on the bed, lazily blinking and watching her owner change form in real-time.

Then it was a long black and sharp tail that grew, making her gasp and arch her back. Angel blinked, her eyes getting wet in corners and then after a while, her black pupils spilt over her irises and her eyes turned violet over white. Smoke spilled over her pink lips, escaping her throat and clouding her sight. Then with a thundering crack, she hunched over and pitch black wings broke out of her back, taller and wider than her body.

Her ceiling broke in the middle, her roof collapsing on itself and making a hole above her, where she could see swirling dark colours and flickering lights.

“I’ll be back by dinner.” Angel said over her shoulder, looking at her cat before she spread her wings and jumped, leaving through the giant hole in her ceiling, and as soon as left, it closed up in a blink and the room was washed by natural darkness again, no shaking, no weird lights, no wind or heat, just her room with her cat napping on her bed.

When Angel reappeared again, she found herself in a dark alleyway, in front of a closed door with a single man standing in front of it, arms crossed and sporting a poker face. Angel pulled her short dress down and walked towards the man.

“Wish division number?” He asked.

“5852.” Angel answered and he gave her a nod, stepping to the side as the door opened by itself, letting the demon in.

Angel entered what seemed to be a club in a basement, it was dark and hard to see beyond what the colourful flickering lights allowed you to see. It looked like just any other club, booming music, drunk and dancing bodies. But the closer you looked, the longer you looked, you start to notice that a woman is staring straight at you from the end of the room. There was a man that no matter which angle he turned, it was impossible to see his face, and he wasn’t even wearing a hat. Some people seemed to be taller, bigger, than an average human, some limbs seemed to be longer, other shorter, some looked like they had a third, fourth, sixth eye and some didn’t look like average humans but unrecognisable creatures.

The sight didn’t phase Angel at all and she walked straight to the bar, ignoring someone who flew past her. Angel settled herself on a stool, her tail wrapping itself around a leg, the bartender immediately noticed her presence and walked over, a grin on his lips.

“Well, look who decided to show up after what? Three months?” The man said, and so far, he was the only one who looked the most human out of everyone.

“I missed you too.” Angel grinned, resting her chin on her palm.

“The usual?” He said, already taking out a new glass.

“The usual.” Angel confirmed with a smile, looking around the place.

“So… Why’re you here?” He asked, mixing her drink.

“For work, I have to give an in-person report of my progress.” Angel said, watching the man work.

“I heard that your assignment has 8 humans on it, what’s that all about?” He asked, glancing up at her with a small smirk.

Angel rolled her eyes, “Who told you about that?”

“News travels fast around here.” He hummed, handing her the drink with a wink.

“Yeah, I have to earn the favour of 8 humans.” She said before taking a sip of her dark glowing drink, humming at the taste.

“You have to fuck 8 humans, is what you mean.” He corrected her, aggressively wiping the counter.

“Whatever, same thing.” Angel shrugged, unbothered.

“You always get these types of Wish Assignments, it’s always you.” He pointed out, pursing his lips and frowning.

“You’re jealous?” Angel raised a brow, lips on her glass and took a sip, without breaking eye contact with the man.

“Me? No way. I don’t want to be the victim of your powers, that shit’s freaky, and not in the good way.” He said, shuddering.

Angel frowned, “You believe I use my powers to directly seduce humans?”

“Obviously, that’s how it works.” The man laughed.

“I don’t directly use my powers on humans. Never did and never will.” She said and the man snapped his mouth shut.

“I thought it was just rumours, but you really don’t- Angel, what the fuck.” The man said, trying to grasp how she manages to fulfil so many wishes without using her powers to seduce men and women to do whatever she needs them to do.

“Not all Wish Angels are obligated to use their powers to directly influence humans, it’s not in the rules, even though most Wish Angels prefer to use their powers, but I don’t, it’s a matter of personal choice.” Angel explained, her voice cool.

The man gaped at her, not believing what he just heard. Angel silently watched him and sipped at her drink.

“So, they really just…You always complete your assignments without using your powers on them?...” He mumbled.

Angel grinned, her sharp canines glinting under the lights, “Yeah, remember when I told you I was really good at my job?”

The bartender almost swallowed his tongue and started coughing, his face burning in embarrassment and arousal.

Angel noticed someone familiar in the corner of her eye and turned her stool around, waving a man over, "Hey! Over here!"

It was the same man that Angel went to when she first received her assignment, his hair sticking in all directions and an irritated look on his face before settling down on a stool next to her.

“Give me whatever’s strongest, please.” He told the bartender, and ran his hand through his hair, sighing.

“Why don’t you act normal for once and email me instead of summoning me in this…this place?” He glared at Angel, turning his body around in his stool to face her.

Angel grinned, "I just wanted to take you out from that shitty office you spend weeks in."

The man stared at Angel and sighed, turning his body away from her and instead staring forward, at the bartender working on his drink.

"How's that assignment going so far?" He asked Angel.

"In general or should I go through each human I've interacted with?" Angel asked, mirth swimming behind her haunting violet eyes.

The man hissed, "You've been a Wish Angel for 200 years, what do you think?"

Angel giggled, "I was just teasing you, relax." She nudged him in the shoulder with one of her wings, making him grab his head in both hands.

"I'll start with John Price. So far, he's been pretty respectful and polite, nothing much has happened between us, give it time and he'll open up." Angel started.

"So he hasn't shown any signs of attraction?" The man asked, raising a brow.

"He did, very subtle and small signs though, but he's still reserved, unlike his boys." Angel added.

"Who broke first?" He asked after thanking the bartender and taking a sip of his clear blue drink.

"Johnny MacTavish." Angel smiled.

"What happened?" The man hummed.

"Flirting, he's obviously interested. I can sense wariness from him, though."

"He doesn't trust you?"

"Maybe, I have a feeling he's trying to see me, and what kind of… person I am, he doesn't want to be taken advantage of, either."

The man sighed when he gulped all of the drink down and raised a finger to get a refill, "He'll crack soon enough."

Angel hummed, "Gaz is also interested, he'll crack soon enough, I imagine he would wait and see if anyone would make a move on me and figure out what type of situation they're in."

The man glanced at Angel, "And what then? What would you do if they pull away because you've already got one of them?"

"Don't worry about that, I know exactly what to do." Angel smirked and the man blinked at her, his eyes falling on her lips and quickly looking away from her face.

"Ghost is also pretty closed off at the moment, nothing has happened yet but he'll get there. He's okay with having me around so that's a win." Angel said.

"That makes four of them, what about the other four?" He asked, intrigued to know if she had a plan for when the other four would join the picture.

"Well, I already know that two out of the four humans I haven’t met yet know that I exist, so there’s that.” Angel revealed with a grin, and lifted her empty glass to request a refill.

The man raised his brows in interest, “Really?”

“Yeah, things are starting to get more and more interesting.” Angel said, feeling excitement pulse under her skin, and her tail started swinging from side to side.

The man didn’t miss the movement of her tail and sighed, “Is that all you have for me today?”

“Yep.” Angel nodded, popping the P.

The man gulped the rest of his drink and stood up, “If that’s all, I’m going back to the office.”

“The office? Really? Why don’t you hang back and have some fun, hm? Loosen up? Dance a bit?” She suggested, placing her hand on his shoulder and squeezing, tilting her head to the side.

“No, thanks. I’ve got work to do, and so do you.” He shook his head and pulled his jacket down to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Alright, I’m going back.” Angel said, standing up and stretching her wings with a groan, eyes clenched shut.

“And Angel?” The man said, making her eyes snap open.

“Yes?”

“Take care.”

“I will.”

Earlier, during the barbeque

The potato salad was delicious, Angel realised as she ate more and more spoonfuls. It wasn’t anything special, but it was delicious. Johnny knows how to cook, that man knows how to use his spices and herbs very well.

“Angel, don’t just eat vegetables, have some meat.” Price laughed when he noticed her standing by the table, a spoon in hand and eating away at the potato salad like a raccoon. She was still wearing her bikini and a pair of slippers, her green bucket hat still on her head, keeping her hair away from her eyes and mouth.

Angel was snapped out of her trance by John’s deep laugh and blushed in embarrassment, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise for enjoying food, come here and bring your plate.” Price said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at her.

Angel wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grabbed her plate, walking over to the grill and hummed when she could smell the scent of well seasoned meat. “What do you want?”

“Uhm, I think I want the chicken skewers, please?” She asked, eyes glued to the grill. Price watched the woman with a small smile, amusement swimming in his eyes and placed two chicken skewers in her plate, “Enjoy, and don’t hesitate to come over and ask for more, alright?”

“Thank you, John.” Angel smiled up at the man and went to sit at the table in the middle of the garden, filled with drinks, cups, sauces and other salty snacks.

“Can I sit here?” Angel stood next to Ghost, pointing at the empty seat next to him. The man nodded, mouth busy chewing away at a chicken thigh, mask hunched up on the bridge of his nose.

Angel happily sat down and ignored the nasty scar at the corner of Ghost’s mouth and the scars on the skin of his neck and the others high on his arms, and how he was the only one wearing a t-shirt, well Price was wearing an apron because there’s no way he will be standing in front of the grill shirtless, but Soap and Gaz were shirtless, only wearing shorts with slippers and a hat for the sun.

The woman was happily chewing when Soap came back from the toilet, happily making his way to Price and getting his plate filled, “How’s the potato salad?”

“Soooo gooooooddd!” Angel said, giving him a thumbs up and he grinned, his grin brighter than the fucking sun blazing in the sky.

“Gaz did you season the chicken skewers?” Angel asked the man sitting in front of her.

“Yeah, is it good? Do you like it?” He asked, biting his lower lip and looking up at her through his eyelashes.

“Absolutey divine.” Angel said, placing a hand on her chest and fake fainting on her chair, moaning at the taste.

“Cap, leave that grill alone and come sit down with us.” Gaz said, waving the man over.

“I’m calling Ale and Rudy.” Soap suddenly said, grabbing his phone.

“Don’t bother them now when they’re working.” Price scolded the man, as Angel watched them with interest.

Soap kept staring at his phone until he started grinning, “ALEJANDRO!”

“It’s 7.30 in the morning, pendejo.” A deep voice came out of the phone, making everyone laugh around the table.

“Alejandro…” Another deeper voice, softer, said making the first voice cough.

“How’s England treating you? It looks like you’ve been graced with some sun today!” Alejandro said, and Johnny flipped the camera, pointing it towards the grill.

“We’re having a barbeque, today!” Soap said.

“Enjoy it, you deserve it, hermano.” The other voice said.

“Thank you, Rudy!” Gaz said.

“Come visit us someday when you get the chance, okay?” Soap told the man.

“We’ll try, Johnny.” Alejandro said, making Soap nod, “We’ll let you go now, guys say bye.”

Soap pointed the camera towards all of the men as they all waved at the camera and wished the men a great day.

“Wait, is that the one you were telling us about?” Alejandro said, making everyone freeze, including Angel, her mouth open and a chip between her fingers.

“She’s very pretty...” Rodolfo added.

“Shut up, she can hear you!” Soap hissed, almost dropping his phone.

“Bye, Soap’s neighbour!” Alejandro said loudly and laughed before Soap hung up, turning 3 different shades of red.

Angel laughed, “Bye!”

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Sugarbaby Sukuna, but he's older than you. Bruh Poe I'm LOSING MY MIND. (Sorry it's Nat again.)

AYO YESS hello nat >:)

in the one im working on right now, sukunas the younger one but older sukuna as a sugarbaby??? MY GOD idk why it sounds so appealing

a woman on top of her game, you, endlessly rich and beautiful, but you're lonely behind the scenes... so you pay this big hunk of a guy to blow your back out and give you kisses

yall know the psychology behind bdsm play? people who lack control over their everyday lives tend to seek it during sex and vice versa for the people who have that control in their daily life (not saying this applies to everybody tho)

imagine mid 30s sukuna working an ordinary 9-5 while you rule a whole company in your mid 20s. however in bed, he has you on the palm of his hand - needy for his fat cock,,, it gets even better if in his office, he's known as a quiet, more withdrawn unmarried man but does a 180 during sex haha

warnings; female reader, lots of degradation, unprotected sex, breeding, throat squeezing

"yeah, you like that? needy whore."

the words come out so easily now, despite the difficulty he had at first - addressing you like that. sukuna's cock plunges into your pussy, that's oozing with slick. with each thrust, an obscene squelching noise emits, pushing you into humiliation.

your moans take over soon enough, as he grabs your breast with a strong grip, pinching it without mercy.

"not gonna answer me? that's not nice, princess," he growls, reaching for your throat next. you gasp, holding onto his arm as he wraps his palm around your neck - aroused by his animosity.

"ye-yes sir... i love it," you respond accordingly, basking yourself in the pleasure he brings as his cockhead rams against your cervix the way you like it. the way you clamp around him has him gritting his teeth, getting him hanging on by a thread in withholding his orgasm.

"fu-fuck...quit clenching so much," sukuna tells you with a groan, dick pulsing inside of your tight hole. "can't help it... feels too good," you mumble breathily. he grips your throat tighter.

"what a slutty woman. with her slutty cunt," sukuna mutters in a haughty way. "i wonder what your employees would think of you, if they saw you like this - drunk on my cock."

he smirks at the thought of it and begins to pound you faster.

letting out a whine, your eyes roll back with your mouth agape. sukuna gathers his focus into making you orgasm, keeping at this pace until he witnesses your thighs shake, back arching against the mattress.

"a slut like you... is only good as a cumdump," sukuna continues his degrading, right as his dick reaches its limit.

his thick seed shoots into your baby bank, as sukuna shoves himself balls deep into your wet pussy, and your legs hug his waist, keeping him in place. sukuna pants, hips quivering as you suck him absolutely dry.

"oh, yes, yes, yes...! kiss me please, sir," you plead, looking up at him tearfully. he comes down and captures your lips, and then your tongue, as he continues to fill you up with his cum.

by the time he pulls out, his cock has softened significantly and sukuna finally plops down onto the bed in exhaustion.

"shit, my back hurts...i'm getting too old for this," he sighs. "that's rather concerning to hear," you tell him, with a frown.

you go quiet as you grab your phone from the bed stand, numerous minutes spent scrolling on it.

"...what are you doing?" sukuna questions, after a while.

"booking a full course massage for you. i can't leave my favourite sugarbaby with chronic back pain," you respond, without looking at him.

a full course massage huh... sounds pretty darn good, not gonna lie.

you come down and kiss him again, telling him he did a wonderful job today. strange how quick the roles reverse once the sex is done, you know? at this rate, the two of you will fall for each other... for real.

tagging @luvkun4

#i like this dynamic a lot actually...#sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna smut

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thegeminisage · 7 days

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wow it is star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "blood oath" and tng's "journey's end," which is one of the strongest quality ricochets we've had yet.

blood oath (ds9):

okay, so the summary said "three klingon legends" but what i didn't realize is that they were all REAL KLINGONS FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES

i have to pain this picture for you, whoever is reading this. the three klingons in this episode appeared in "errand or mercy" "the trouble with tribbles" and "day of the dove." like, they really came back to reprise their roles almost 30 years later. i'm going to paste a picture but uhtw 60s blackface

now, if you're a tos viewer, you may recognize that fella in the middle as also having played the titular squire of gothos in. "squire of gothos." now, as an episode, i find "squire of gothos" to be pretty mid, but there is one specific scene that really did something for me. to me? it did something TO me. what it did to me was send me off the fucking deep end, i wish i could convey the depths of my madness with human words

(still screenshot grabbed from this infinitely more amazing gifset, give it up for @maulthots for enabling me, no literally please go through her gif tag and reblog her gifs)

anyway, before my good and wonderful friend so kindly made this gifset for me, i did maybe sit in front of my pc and replay the clip upwards of [mumble] times a day because i was very, very unwell. when i watched this scene for the very first time what happened to me in that single instant was the bone-deep realization that james t kirk (tos and aos) ate fascists on tarsus iv, probably, and he'd fucking do it again because nobody tastes better than a fascist! i wrote an entire fanfic about it, sorry for the spoilers.

what does squire of gothos and tarsus iv have to do with ds9? well first of all every star trek episode is secretly about tarsus iv so jot that down

but secondly, i've watched this clip so many times i have to hide my face when this man shows up in trouble with tribbles. now, i'm not so good with faces, but i KNOW THAT VOICE. but i know him AS the squire of gothos. i frequently forget entirely that he also plays a klingon, so i didn't recognize his name. so when i heard the squire of gothos's voice come out of a random klingon's mouth in ds9 my immediate kneejerk reaction was "no i am hearing things that can't be--" BUT IT WAS. i PAUSED the episode so i could look iy up, realized that the guy in the drunk tank was kor or "do you have a tongue you will be taught to use it" fame, and then to my eternal glee, kang shows up next

i remembered reading once that kang came back later and i was like ??? no one comes back later on tos BUT HE DID! I JUST HAD TO WAIT FOR IT!!!!! mystery finally solved...........

once i recognized them this episode was a blast. absolutely loving these 100 year old klingons getting ready for a rip roaring rampage of supercentenarian revenge. i was VERY sad that they died at the end but at least presumably they all died together (didnt see the last one go down but im just assuming he lived long enough to eat the albino's heart and then die)

(the albino is a really funny concept by the way like he's not even albino he's just a white klingon)

other notable things about this episode: firstly, quark hiding behind odo at the beginning. classic. secondly, dax actually being a good fighter ?!?!?! and finally, a true passing of the bechdel test where dax asked kira some alarming and upsetting questions about killing people and kira immediately took her aside and MADE her talk. i love. Women. and also women who murder people. i support womens wrongs.

i even love that the ONE time sisko doesn't back up one of his people it's for a good reason (doesn't want the 27yo reincarnation of his father figure to die on a klingon suicide mission)

10000/10, absolutely stellar ep, zero complaints

journey's end (tng):

oh boy.

just about the coldest bucket of fucking water...

you know, we tried to give this episode the benefit of the doubt actually. we were like "maybe this was progressive in 1994. i mean they ARE saying that moving these guys forcibly would be bad" and i mean like what would we know about what was progressive in 94? we were 5. so we checked and um i don't think anybody liked it in 1994 either

devastating that THIS has to be a wesley episode bc i wanted a better sendoff for my boy. "i had a vision and now i'm leaving starfleet" and yes they said the word vision in the most derogatory way possible. jesus christ

TRAVELER ALIEN RACEFAKING? HE PRETENDED TO BE NATIVE AMERICAN TO GIVE WESLEY THE VISION? and then he was like haha don't you know all that stuff is fake. (picard earlier in this episode "i am sooo respectful of your beliefs")

furthermore when picard was like "oh yeah this guy blames me for the crimes of my colonizer ancestor" girl at no point did he say that. idk if white people should go around accusing other white people of white guilt so i don't say this lightly but jesus christ captain picard can you tone it the fuck down buddy

i came across a gifset today of picard from season 5 (idr the episode) going "starfleet doesn't want officers who blindly follow orders sayign you're just following orders has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history" and then smash cut to this episode where he's like "well i tried but yeah i'm gonna have to move you sowwy :/" like good lord.

anyway it's a bummer these last few eps of tng have been less than great bc ik tng is capable of good episodes and i was hoping this series would go out on a high note. but it's going to end the same way it began with us waiting for something good to happen and throwing popcorn at picard

TONIGHT: ds9's "the maquis part i" and tng's "firstborn." i am Braced. for trouble.

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb #tng lb #and you know what?#tos lb #just for fun. i went into a lot of detail here.

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people i'd like to know better

tagged by @kirpyee <33

last song: drunk text me by Lexi Jayde

fav color: green

currently watching: jacksepticeye's playthrough of a horror game. im not sure which one, i put it on to sleep to

last movie/tv show: one piece live action (again. lol)

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet. i almost always opt for sweet, although occasionally i get sick of it and then it's spicy

rship status: dating my lovely boyfriend @snoopy-dot-com :3

current obsession: making human versions of the tailed beasts in every dollmaker and picrew i can find. also my cast of one piece ocs. it started just b4 finals week which sucked because i spent wayy too much time on them. but i got all As in the finals i have grades back on so who's the REAL winner here? oh but if this meant fandom, i got myself back into the witcher on accident :( sorry guys. there may be art reblogs in the near future

last thing u googled: "do they still make nintendo dsi"

tagging: uhh @enevera @mootouman @glittter-gel no pressure <3

#cactus musings

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Intro Post

🕐if im posting before noon PST its a queue

if you get off to my pics/videos consider thanking me through cashapp $squigglefish 💕

❌no anorexia anything❌

x I don't rp, sorry :C but feel free to use my posts as rp inspo

Hi, welcome to my super secret fet blog. Below the cut I will describe what this is for and who I am.

✅ AI scraping is turned OFF for this blog! Your art is safe.

‼health and safety disclaimer: this is a blog rooted in sexual fantasy. claimed levels of alcohol consumption by OP may at times be greatly exaggerated or otherwise unsafe to imitate. original characters posted on this blog are fictional and can consume lethal amounts of alcohol because they're not real. please do your own research on the real-world dangers of alcohol poisoning and drink responsibly.

Who am I?

You can call me Vee. I'm around 30, transmasc and I use he/it pronouns. I live in the USA on the west coast. I have a main tumblr but I don't feel comfortable attaching this kink to my identity. So it's our little secret.

What's my fetish?

Well, I've known for easily over a decade that I have an intoxication fetish. >////> Specifically, regarding alcohol. Other forms of intoxication don't compare.

What will I be posting?

Hopefully art, at some point. I have several OC's and a fantastical setting that I've been daydreaming about for a while, and I'd like to introduce them to other like-minded people. Other than that, I may post about getting stoned. While weed intoxication doesn't turn me on, I really enjoy it, lol.

More Fetish Details

It's taken me until literally this year to explore the intox fetish tag because literally I'm so humiliated I have this fetish that I can't even let the dust motes in the room see what I'm looking up. Furthermore, I've followed and unfollowed the tag on my main blog because a lot of it misses the mark for me. For example, forced intox makes me a little uncomfortable, and while I'm not opposed to CNC it's really hit or miss for me.

While I enjoy being drunk myself, I'm more turned on by watching/imagining others being drunk. Currently I'm trying to be (California) sober as well, so you likely won't get a lot of posts of me being drunk, but we'll see. I do love an IPA.

Some specific things that turn me on in regards to alcohol fetishism are:

gluttony (for alcohol mainly, but also weed, food, sex)

drinking from the bottle

finishing other peoples' leftover drinks

hiccupping

blushing/red/sweaty face

unfocused/half-closed eyes

swaying, stumbling, falling over, especially while sitting or standing in place

showing tits/sucking dick/etc. in exchange for alcohol

being/getting drunk in an inappropriate place (in church, on break at work, etc.)

accidental drunkenness

daydrinking, the earlier in the day the hotter

waking up extremely drunk

pissing self from being so drunk

pissing while actively taking a drink

losing ability to walk

losing ability to speak

falling over while actively taking a drink

alcohol causing breast expansion (also belly and butt, but primarily breasts)

anime intoxication indicators (slanting blush strokes, wobbly mouth, tears on corners of eyes, bubbles and swirls popping around their head)

CNC on a technicality because having sex with someone that's fucked up is automatically NC

feeding/gaining as long as copious amounts of alcohol are also involved

Squicks

These are things that put me off for whatever reason. While I don't judge people who are into these things, if you post about them, I'm likely not to follow back.

scat

diaper play

MAP/NOMAP (i do judge this one)

gore

cops

real/realistic incest play (fauxcest doesn't trigger the same response)

nonconsent

certain drug use (meth/heroin, permutations thereof, any sort of pill abuse)

forced intoxication (case by case)

While this blog is about my alcohol/ism fetish, there are a few things I'd be willing to engage with on here through asks and post interactions. I smoke weed every day and I'm up to sharing photos and videos related to that, however faceless. Sometimes I do whippits as well and I can post about that here if it turns people on. While I don't have a foot fetish myself, I have very cute feet, to whom it may concern.

Most other drugs I don't do. While I have done coke, acid, and mushrooms (not all at the same time), I don't prefer them. I do like molly (duh who doesn't) but don't have a reliable dealer atm, also it tanks my mental health. I have never done any drugs other than the ones I've mentioned and don't have any desire to partake in them.

If you suspect that you know me, no you don't! I can't impress enough that I really do not want my blogs to be associated with each other. There is a chance that over time some people could recognize me from years past, when I did publicly incorporate this kink into fan art and fanfiction. To those people...hey :) please don't out me.

Um that's all I have to say I guess! Until I decide to update this post.

#pinned #about me #intox kink #alcohol intox #dumbification #txt

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hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

#black reader #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream vi x reader

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Choices!Series Part Seven: Partners in Crime - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Johnny 'Coco' Cruz & Marcus Alvarez)

Tagging: @annetje @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl @witches-unruly-heart @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887 @the-wandering-lunatic

Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.

Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.

Part Three: Fair Trade - Miguel makes a proposal.

Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Nestor has to watch the show.

Part Five: Stay With Me - Nestor deals with the aftermath.

It’s warm as fuck and Coco’s smoking a cigarette on the porch of the clubhouse when Marcus appears alongside of him. It’s been a while since the two of them have crossed paths, not since Marcus left the club to ride with the cartel. Coco can’t say he gets it, but Marcus is his own man and Coco respects that. There’s always a place here if he wants it.

“Padrino.” He greets, taking a drag of his cigarette. He holds it for a second before exhaling.

“Coco.” Marcus nods as his elbows come to rest upon the white wooden railing. “Have you heard from her?”

Coco frowns, tilting his head towards Marcus as he taps the ash from the cigarette.

“Nah, not for a couple of months.” He tells the other man quietly. “Not since she was last in San Padre.”

They both know who he’s talking about.

The world knows you as El Cuchillo but to Coco you’re just the girl he shoots guns in the desert with. Someone he’s spent nights under the stars, sharing war stories and a spliff. The girl who’d got shot in the ass because she’d partnered up with a shitty sniper and ended up with a better one.

You’d worked with the club before, when they needed something more covert, someone less visible. It didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eye, men tended to let their guard down when they had the attention of a pretty girl. You had assets their members didn’t.

You took pride in your work and Coco could appreciate that. It’s why he enjoyed working with you, that and the 25% you paid him when you needed someone to watch your back. The deal was you kicked 10% to the club when you required his services. It was a discounted rate compared to what they charged others. Your father had been the Secretary of the club before he’d been taken out by a drunk.

He remembered the first time the two of you decided to partner up. You bent over a table in his girl Stitch’s clinic, glaring at him as she pulled a bullet out of your ass.

“You get what you pay for.” He’d smirked as he spun in the office chair. “You pay a shitty rate you get a shitty sniper, one that apparently shoots his own partner in the ass. Where the fuck did you find him? Craig’s List?”

“Well he’s on the shit list now, nobody will ever be using him again.” You tell him, hissing as Stitches pried the bullet out. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.” Stitches murmured, her voice low and soothing. “It’s embedded in the muscle so I’m gonna have to poke around. The upside though you get a badass scar, pun intended.”

“I hate you so much right now.” You huffed, your chin coming to rest upon your arms.

“You’re gonna hate me even more in five minutes.”

You groaned out loud as Coco rose to his feet before removing the spliff from his pocket and lighting it. The sweet, earthy scent flooded the makeshift clinic.

“Here.” Coco said, handing it over to you. “Something for the pain.”

You took the joint from his fingers before placing it between your lips and taking a toke and returning it to him.

“You know I need a new sniper.” You mentioned casually, wincing as Stitches sought out the bullet. “Or at least someone I can trust to have my back and not shoot me in the fucking ass.”

“You asking me for real?” He asked, blowing out a stream of smoke as he sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Trust me I would rather put up with your philosophical bullshit than go through this again.” You informed him. “No offense Stitches.”

You heard the clatter of metal on metal as the bullet hit the inside of the metal dish.

“None taken.” Stitches responded before picking up a bottle of medicinal grade alcohol. “You know what comes next right?”

“I hope you know I don’t mean any of the words that are going to be coming out of my mouth in the next two minutes.” You told her, taking the joint back from Coco and taking a long pull.

“Trust me, I hear a lot worse from these assholes.” Stitches told you before resuming her task.

There’s silence between the two of them while Coco tries to recount the last time he’d had any communication from you. It had been a while, he realises, usually he gets a text every few weeks when you’re away, telling him about some stupid shit that’s happened, or a picture of something weird. In the past three months he’s had nothing, it’s like you’ve dropped off the radar completely.

“She in trouble or something?” he asks Marcus, gesturing with his cigarette.

Marcus gives him a look before rubbing his hands together, a clear sign of agitation.

“I guess you haven’t seen the news this morning.”

Coco shakes his head.

“She hit Reno last night, killed Eddie, burned down his snuff studio.” Marcus informs him, crossing his arms over this chest.

Coco tilts his head back towards the sky, exhaling the word ‘Fuck’ because he knows what that means. Reno was a death sentence for you both and undertaking it again would have been a suicide mission. That was the real reason Marcus was here, he didn’t know if you were alive or dead, he’s lost contact the same way Coco had.

“Why?” Coco asked, his brain stumbling over the implications. “Why would she do that now? On her own?”

“Something happened with Galindo a little while ago.” Marcus confided as he stared out across the scrapyard. “I’m afraid it unbalanced her; she took off without a word and hasn’t been back since.”

“What kinda something?” Coco asks, because despite the work you do, you’re probably one of the most balanced people he knows. You own your shit, you don’t let it consume you, you don’t linger on the regrets. That’s some excellent compartmentalisation right there.

“The kinda something that brings back a lot of personal shit.” Marcus told him, his hands coming to rest on the wooden railing once more. His knuckles whitened as he gripped it tightly, the splintered wood digging into his fingertips.

“The Major?”

“His brother.”

Coco dropped the cigarette butt to the floor before crushing it underneath the heel of his boot. He pulled the remaining packet out of his pocket before offering one to Marcus. The other man took one, setting it between his lips before Coco provided the light.

“She kill him?”

“Nestor.” Marcus summarised as Coco withdrew his own smoke and tapped it against the cardboard carton in his hand.

“Fucking good on him.” He said before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

“You know, don’t you?” Marcus said, his voice lowering an octave as he took a drag. “She told you.”

Coco blew a smoke ring out of his mouth, watching as it evaporated into the air.

“Knew she was sticking around for someone and it wasn’t anybody from the club, none of these assholes would be able to keep their mouth shut about something like that.” He shrugged, waving his cigarette in the direction of the club house. “She’d been doing a lot of work for the cartel and he’s the one without the biggest stick up his ass.”

“He’s in love with her.” Marcus told him, inhaling deeply and allowing the nicotine to fill up his lungs. “The thing with Galindo’s been tearing him up inside.”

“That doesn’t bode well for Galindo.” Coco remarked, thinking back to the last time he’s laid eyes on you. You’d looked healthier, happier. Your smile was brighter, and you laughed a lot more. He knew what it was to fall in love, he knew how it looked and he could see it inside of you when the two of you shot targets under the desert sun. “She was settled last time I saw her, at peace.” He said tapping he place where his heart resided.

It struck Coco hard to know that you may be suffering. He knew a thing or two about PTSD, about the intensity of it, the hypervigilance, the nightmares, the intrusive thoughts. He thought you’d want to get away from the place that had instilled those memories, take control once again and what better place to do that then Reno. Somewhere you were forbidden to return to, a place where you could prove to yourself that you still held some form of power, that you could still do the job.

“I’ll reach out.” Coco said finally, feeling a twist of anxiety in his chest. “See if I can’t find out where she’s at.”

He just hoped to Christ it wasn’t the morgue.

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hwavsg4ch4n · 2 years

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Synergy|| L.M

Warnings/tags: switch!reader, fem!reader, possessive!reader, switch!minho, soft!dom minho, fwb dynamic, angst, pet names, praising, mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol, choking, teasing, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex (have fun responsibly), tears of pleasure, f!M! orgasm, mentions of food. (if I missed anything lmk)

Note: hi hi, ever since I went to the maniac concert, mr. lino has been a very BIG problem for me!!! I had to write this. Also Umi is my favorite artist next to skz so it's just fitting. There's some stoner lingo in this. crossfaded means to be high and drunk at the same time, and i think everything else is self-explanatory!! pls enjoy <3

Sypnosis: Lee Minho, he has a way with words but tends to be as clueless as ever.

Disclaimer: This is mature content, proceed at your own risk. Minors dni! This is a work of fiction, this does not represent skz's real personal life or them themselves!

ps: i don't have the willpower to do kinktober, lol im so sorry The music series, I chose songs and assign them to each member. I write each work according to the vibe of said song. Each work will have smut, whether it is soft, hard, or a mixture of the two. You don’t need to listen to the song to enjoy it, the song would finish before you’re done reading but listening to the song in general is recommended, because why not? To learn more click <here>.

Part of the music series <masterlist>

You should've known. Known that your heart would hurt as much as it is now when you decided to fuck with Minho.

You rolled your eyes at the despicable sight in front of you, "Girl, don't worry about him." Your friend tried to steer your attention somewhere else, trying to get you to look away from Minho dancing with someone who wasn’t you. You hated the way he gripped her waist, whispering in her ear as she giggled shyly. You wanted to look away, you really did. But for some reason, you were too captivated by the feeling of heartbreak.

You weren't even in a relationship, that was the sad part. The two of you were friends, friends that made an agreement to satisfy each other's needs. Minho made it clear, "No feelings Y/n, I'm not doing that shit right now." You agreed fully, but he treated you like everything and nothing all at the same time. He knew your body too well, you always had the feeling he memorized every crevice, every sensitive spot on your form.

But it wasn't only your body he grew accustomed to, it was your soul. He knew how to speak to you, making you blush in ways you didn't know was possible. At first it was stupid generic compliments while he was burried in you, "You look so pretty like this." Of course you liked it. But as Minho learned how to satisfy you, he learned how to please you mentally, tweaking his affirmations. "You look so pretty for me." Even though the change was small, it made you cum prematurely the very first time he said it. Like your efforts were being recognized; always wanting to look pretty for him.

His pretty words weren't only used in the bedroom. At first they were, but eventually he would whisper in your ear, "That perfume... it drives me crazy" in front of mutual friends, "How come you look so beautiful every time I see you?" he’d scoff this while studying, like it was nothing.

Why him? This was a question you often asked yourself, a question you were asking yourself now. Watching as he probably whispered the same things he told you, to her.

"Can I have the pre-roll, Kim? I'm going for a smoke break." You sniffled, holding out your hand. She gave it to you willingly, you avoided her eyes, turning around and navigating through the dancing bodies. You had to pass him, it was dumb of you to glance over. The sight made the lump in your throat greater. Why did he have to slip his damn hand under her shirt? Why did he have to pull her impossibly closer? Why, why did he have to smile at her?

Your pace picked up, exiting the front door with an intake of breath. You couldn't hold in the pitiful tears as you let out a shaky sigh, walking down the driveway to lean against your friend's car. "How dumb can I be?" Your whispered words felt like venom in your chest as you repremaned yourself, sparking the blunt with the lighter Minho gave you the time he taught you to smoke.

The blunt felt comfortable between your lips, the lighter making the nicest sounds as puffs of smoke filled the open air.

Maybe you shouldn't be getting high right now, you'd feel everything harder. All those damn people lied, smoking doesn't take away the pain, it just makes those damn emotions more potent. Who knows, maybe weed didn't even want to see you happy.

"Smoking by yourself? Didn't even invite me?" Your heart stopped, quickly looking down to the pavement to avoid the gaze of the man that caused these fat tears running down your cheeks.

"You trying to hide from me, y/n? Always so cute." You frowned, feeling his pressence next to you. "I didn't know you were here, why didn't you say hi?" You gulped, taking another pull in silence. "Go away." the plea was only apparent in your mind. "Y/n?" Your lip quivered as he took hold of your chin, bringing your gaze up to him.

Why were his eyes so pretty? Why was this strain so strong tonight? Why did he mean everything to you? You sniffled, gulping as tears fell freely. Minho frowned, obviously confused as to why you were quietly breaking down in front of him, clueless to the fact that he was the cause.

You moved your chin out his grip, not bothering to protest as he took the blunt from your shaking fingers. "Who did it, Y/n?" He asked softly, taking a pull expertly. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, looking into the house as lights flashed and music blared. "Uhm, who was the person you were dancing with?" Fuck, why did you ask that? It didn't help that your voice sounded small, weak. It also didn't help that Minho stopped leaning on the vehicle to stand in front of you.

"Just some girl." With the nonchalant answer, came the nonchalant way he put the blunt in-between your lips. He watched as you took a pull, aiming the smoke away from his face as you exhaled. "I know you too well, don't try and hide your emotions from me." He huffs out, swiping a lone tear away as it threatens to escape your redend eyes.

"Talk to me~." He whined, taking the blunt and taking the last pull before stomping it out. "I wanted the last bit." You pouted quietly. He chuckled, "I'm sorry pretty girl, next time I got you." You hated how Minho spoke, how he probably spoke the same way to her.

"Don't call me that." He raised his brows in surprise, "Hm? But you love it, don't you?" You did, you loved his compliments, that was what aggravated you the most.

Minho studied how you tried to avoid his gaze, crossing your arms. You didn't even flash your heart warming smile at him when he greeted you. His eyes narrowed, "Did I do something wrong, princess?" He asked hesitantly, the pet name coming out instinctively.

"Minho..." you sighed, too tired to keep it in any longer; maybe you'll feel better. "You, you make me feel like shit." He stayed quiet, his frown deepening as you let yourself rant. "I don't know why, I- I really don't know, but uhm... I want you all to myself, as selfish as that sounds. I didn't like seeing you smiling at someone else, touching someone else like how you touch me. I don't like assuming you told that girl the same compliments you tell me. You're not mine, I know that. But I have feelings, and I get jealous."

"Y/n..." He started, "I'm going back inside. Uh, just ignore this ever happened. I didn't mean it." You did mean it, you meant all of it.

"Fuck," Minho cursed himself, watching with a frown as you walked back inside to crowded house. He didn't get to apologize, say that he didn't know you felt this way about him. Tell you this was an obviously idiotic strategy to get over you.

Minho was beyond pissed, he was raging. Only seeing red as he saw you kiss some other guy, gliding your hands through the randoms hair as you did his so many times. He could understand you were angry, but that didn't stop him from being angrier.

You don't know why you did it, but you knew you were sad, wanting a distraction from what you assumed was rejection. Therefore you downed two shots, locked eyes with the guy that has flirted with you once or twice, and used him. He didn't mean anything, you didn't remember his name, but you used him to forget the name you couldn't seem to forget.

The next events were all a blur, being yanked away from this guy, only to see an angry Minho punch said guy in the face. "Minho!" You gasped, as did everyone else in the room. "What the fuck!?" you yelled, watching as he shook away the pain in his hand.

It was a blur as he dragged you outside, called an uber and brought you home. He didn't talk to you, and you didn't talk to him.

It was only when you were sitting on his kitchen counter with confusion written on your face when he began to speak. "Are you fucking crazy?" you blinked at his question. "Excuse me?" He scoffed at your response. "You tell me you like me... then you make out with another guy." His calmness unsettled you.

"Minho, you fucking rejected me." But you didn't raise your voice either. "I-." "What, so you wanna control me now? You reject me, then punch some guy I made out with because I'm not your pro-" You were cut off, unable to speak as he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks.

"Will you let me speak?" You glared up at him, as he glared down at you. "I like you too." You murmured out a muffled "Liar." But he understood, rolling his eyes in response.

Your eyes were clear with uncertainty, he could tell. Minho knew you didn't believe his words with time, "Can I kiss you?" He asked bluntly, releasing his grip on your cheeks just enough for you to respond. "Now is not the time to make-" "Just trust me, hm? Let me show you."

You hesitated. “Minho, I may be cross faded as fuck… and obviously you are too,” You scoffed, “But this infatuation thing I’m feeling for you… it’s starting to feel like hatred.” His grip on your cheeks loosened as he frowned. “Did I ever tell you that I didn’t feel the same way? Hm?” You peered into his eyes as he spoke, stroking your cold cheeks.

“No, but I see you with someone new every time I turn around. It’s… embarrassing.” Minho winced, realizing that you felt exactly how he felt just 20 minutes ago… but only almost every outing the two of you have been to. “Y/n, baby… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that my communication skills are ass.” His confession almost made you laugh in disbelief. Lee Minho, the one who used his words to get you there… was bad at communication.

“Tell me how you feel about me Minho, I wanna hear it.” You knew this was the weed and liquor talking, but you stopped caring as soon as he looked into your eyes with raw emotion.

Of course he knew how big you were on words, well his words. How he spoke, whispered, yelled… how he addressed you. It was dangerous, almost lethal.

“Every time I’m in you… I feel like we become one. And every time I get the pleasure to breathe in the same air as you, I feel like its all I need in that moment.” You gulped, breathing in his scent. “As selfish as this sounds, I want you to myself too.” Silence filled the air as he stopped talking. His sparkling brown eyes staring into yours, trying to read any emotion you could offer him. It seemed as if your hand moved on it’s own as you softly clutched his cheek in your palm. “I’m yours, Y/n. You have me, all of me. No more bullshit.” His voice was gentle, but the urgency seeped through.

You couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes again. You let your thumb brush over his pink lips that you admired so often. “These are mine?” You ask, shuttering as he presses a soft kiss to the pad of your thumb. ��All yours.” His voice was heavy. Your hands travel down from his shoulders, your nails slightly digging into his flesh covered by his shirt. You observed as Minho took in a deep breath gulping as he shut his eyes at your touch.

“I’m gonna claim you, Minho.” He opened his eyes at your statement, “H-huh?” He didn't mean to stutter, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t used to hearing you speak to him like this, it was always the other way around. You smiled softly, your fingers making their way under his shirt, feeling at his warm skin. He sighed at your touch, the sight making you part your lips. “You want to show me how much I mean to you, hm?” He nodded silently at your question, curious as to what was going through your head.

“Let me do what I want to you.” He sucked in a breath, feeling his pants tighten at the mere thought of you using him how you wanted. “And when i’m done, I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Is that okay, Minho?” You peered up at him through your lashes, catching his hungry gaze as he muttered an “Of course.” You smiled at him gently, pushing him away so you could get off the counter. “Should we go-” You cut him off, “Why are you talking?” He raised an eyebrow at your words. “I-I’m sorry.” If this was any other session between the two of you, he would have admired your efforts, looking at you amused as you tried to reverse the tables. But this time around, he didn’t want to risk pushing your buttons. Almost afraid to show any ounce of dominance, he didn’t want to fuck this up.

Minho gulped and you took his black T-shit off for him, licking your lips as you stared at his naked torso. He felt so exposed in the best way possible, his nipples hardening as they made contact with the breeze drafting through his dining room. He flinched as you flicked at his bud, he swallowed back a grunt as you pinched. “Ah- bab-” You shushed him and he listened, his chest falling and rising heavily as you touched him at your own pace. He didn’t notice as you observed his expressions, as his gaze was too focused on where your hands were going next. You wondered if he liked to be praised as well, how much it would effect him.

“You look so good like this,” His gaze shifted up to yours slowly as you spoke. “You always look so good, how could I not fall for you, hm?” Minho bit his lip, feeling his ears turn red at your compliments; all the while twitching as you continued to play with his sensitive nipples. This is the first time he’s ever felt so defenseless.

“I wonder,” You one hand traveled lower as the other stayed pinching and flicking, “how would all those girls react to seeing sweet talker Minho react to little old me playing with his cute, pretty, sensitive, nipples.” He didn’t mean to let out the whimper he did. “Oh look at you, crumbling apart already. Tell me how this feels?” He lets out a grunt as you squeeze his hard on through his pants, his eyes closing as his lips parted. “Tell me, Min.” The man licked his lips, “G-good, feels good baby.” His voice was raspy and light as he tried his best to answer you.

You couldn’t help but to feel smug as you watched the man that usually had you ripping at the seams crumbling before you. “I bet you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you baby?” Minho hummed, feeling your hand unbutton his pants and slip under the waistband of his boxers, gripping his length. “Yes, please.” You scoffed at his response, “I didn’t even need to make you beg, you’re just so needy. I bet you’re wishing my hand was my pussy.” Minho chuckled in disbelief, looking into your eyes with need. “Y/n, you’re killing me here beautiful.” you giggled, pecking his plump lips, tsking as he tried to chase as you pulled away.

Unfortunately, this felt like tourture to you as well. Felling his length twitch in your palms made your crave for him to fill you up even more. Your hand continued to stroke his member as the other ran through his locks. “You’re gonna fuck me now, do you understand?” Minho nodded, “Can- can I kiss you please?” You cooed. His voice timid, his hands clenched as he waited for your permission. Your other hand joined your other as you pulled at his hair softly, a sigh admitting from him. You smiled, pulling his lips to yours. Minho sighed into you, his hands fighting the urge to touch you without you granting him access.

“Such a good boy,” You whispered as you pulled away. Minho looked down, feeling flustered at the praise. His dick aching to be released as he watched you undress your bottom half, leaving your tank top on. Minho let you pull his boxers down, “You have such a pretty dick, how are you real?” He whined, “Baby, please.” You smirked, lifting yourself on the counter top. “Inside, now.” Minho was going to ask about foreplay, that was until he witnessed how wet you were. Glistening in the dim light of the room. “U-Uhm, condom-” You scoffed, surprising him as you cut him off. “You’re mine remember, you’re not wasting a drop of cum in a fucking condom.” Minho shuttered, clearing his throat as he moved towards your awaiting cunt, feeling more nervous than usual.

Your hand grabbed his chin, lifting his eyes up to meet yours. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Minho bit his lip, running his tip through your slit, gathering your arousal before stretching you out. It was right then and there where you could feel your little dom act slipping, you clutched his shoulder as you gasped at the feeling of him filling you, your eyes rolling back as this is what you waited for.

Minho stayed still, smirking as he observed your act slowly disappearing, the pleading look he knew so well making an appearance. His hands gripped your thighs, easing the rest of himself in your heat, absorbing your whimpers as licked his lips at the sight of you. “It’s okay, beautiful, I’ve got you now. Just relax, hm?” You nodded, not fighting the change of roles as he bottomed out.

He began to thrust, his movements were deep, angled because he knew right where you needed him after months of getting to know your body. “F-fuck,” You whispered, looking down to witness where he slid in and out of you, whining as he picked up speed. You swallowed dryly as Minho grasped the back of your neck, pushing his forehead to yours as he fucked you, exactly how you asked. “I’m yours y/n,” You looked into his eyes as yours were hooded. “Hm? I’m yours baby, my dick is yours. I don’t fuck anyone but you princcess, how could I when you take me so well?” You let out a muted sob, tears forming as he hit your sensitive areas every time, his free hand rubbing at your clit.

“F-Fuck, fuck Min- Minho.” Your voice was weak, only moans coming through as he shushed you. “Shhhh, baby it’s okay. I’m here, I got you.” Minho pecked your nose as he watched tears escape your eyes. He let go of the back of your neck, his grip moving to the base instead, slightly squeezing just how you liked it. He held you away from him slightly, trying to ignore how good you felt around him. Minho smirked, seeing your cunt begin to cream around his length as he was practically pounding into you, Your clit becoming puffy as his thumb flicked at the bundle of nerves. You let out a stream of hushed curses as you held onto his wrist, begging him to choke you harder which he did. Minho bit his lips as he watched your legs start to shake, trying to close shut as the stimulation became almost too much for you. “Cum for me baby, I know you can. It’s almost over.” Minho told you gently, grunting as your walls tighten around him. “There you go, princess.” He watched with a grin as you let out loud drawn out moans, tears flowing your face as you came around him.

You whimpered as he kept fucking into you, “Min, cum in me, please. Wanna feel you.” Minho cooed at your request, stroking your cheek as he reassured you, “I’m gonna fill you up baby, is that what you want?” You nodded feverishly, breathing heavily as he chuckled. Minho grabbed your waist, grinding his hips into you as he grunted. “Fuck, you always feel so good around me.” you thought it was impossible to blush in this situation, but you did.

Your lips parted as you watched Minho’s head tilt back, licking lips as he cursed at the feeling of his climax approaching. You whimpered as you felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with warmth as he pulled you in, kissing you as he made sure you didn’t waste a drop.

After a while, you giggled. Watching as Minho pulled out of you, a bit of his cum seeping out as he took a finger to push it back in. You said nothing as he closed your legs for you, rubbing at your thighs as he pecked all over your face. “I’m yours baby, all of me.” You nodded with a tired smile. “Don’t hate me, hm?” You chuckled at his words. “If you take a bath with me and make spaghetti, then I won’t.” Minho smiled, “Deal.”

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