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Some Batfam Headcanons because the brain never stops;
Jason hates being called "Bruce's Son". But he hates it more when hes called "One of Wayne's Orphans/Wayne's child" because fuck you I'm his son-! wait no--
With the exception of Damian, they rarely refer to Bruce as "Dad/Father". Either it didn't occur to them/didn't see the need to/thought it would be strange. But when Dick/Jason/Tim/Cass are tired or injured it might slip out. And Bruce might just crumble a bit at it
Doesn't mean they don't say it to their siblings when Bruce is out of Earshot.
"Dad said you couldn't." "What do you mean Dad said I couldn't use that mug? It's my mug!" "You snooze you lose Timmy Boy-" "Jason don't be an asshole-"
That being said Bruce says "son/daughter/child" at every available opportunity he can after he knows that they have acclimated enough that they wouldn't be uncomfortable/know they can tell Bruce that they don't want to be called that.
First time Bruce called Dick "son" in a way that meant "You are my kid" and not in a "This police officer just called me son with a brow furrow" way Dick grinned and carried on with the conversation. Later he wondered if his dad wouldn't like someone else calling him Son; but Dick thinks about the life he was given because of Bruce and thinks maybe his dad wouldn't mind.
Calling Jason "son" is a hit or miss situation, even before he died. The first time it happened he was confused, he didnt think that was the relationship they had and it made everything change for him. He got frustrated--not angry--with himself and Bruce at this sudden emotional turmoil. Wasn't he just the kid Bruce picked up in an alleyway? Wasn't he just some street rat in bright Robin clothing? (He lets himself believe that he can be Bruce's son. If for only a little while).
Tim cries after Bruce is out of earshot, it would've been a year or so after his parents died and he was adopted. He didn't think he could have been wanted like that again. Even if you think the Drake's had A+ Parenting or not, I don't think he would have gotten a lot of confirmation of being wanted otherwise.
Cass smiles, emotions carefully concealed under her expression. She's grateful she found Bruce and he doesn't mention it if she leans a bit closer in a request for closeness.
Damian doesn't expect anything less, he only appears satisfied. But also relieved that he has gotten the confirmation that yes, Bruce wants and accepts him.
EDIT 10/11; hiii, i have added Duke, Steph & a Bonus in a reblog you can find on the same blog under my 'batfamily headcanons' / 'sore rambles' tag. have fun :)
#these are just my thoughts#they dont have to align with your own!#i am also trying to find a healthy balance between being emotional and being Angry for jason--#he wasnt the angry robin dammit! maybe emotional and a bit more physical but cmon#points at Dick 'Eldest Daughter Syndrome' Grayson#when dick gets older i would imagine that he would resent being called anything in relation to bruce#if its just for his angst phase when he first becomes nightwing or if hes dealing with his own identity/or going through a fight w bruce#i also find the father / son dynamic with dick & damian interesting so i might ponder on that a bit more#also giving tim insecurity issues about where he fits in with the batfam is important to my soul (i have problems)#sore rambles#lotuspowder rambles#batfam#dcu#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#cassandra cain#damian wayne#batfam headcanons#dc headcanon#headcanon#batkids#batkids headcanon#HI IF YOURE LOOKI
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more characters who are tops the way a rapist is
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#caro lookie here your words are appreciated🩷 and they're appreciated in my dms too by ricsi‚ my friend Ricsi Sonwife🩷#so yeah hi moonz nice to see you on the same wavelength also ‼️#ask
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How about Mark variants with a Cecil daughter reader? Thought it would be an interesting idea
VARIANTS!MARK GRAYSON & stedman! reader ✧˚. cw. canon typical violence/themes (ex. cannibalism)
you were your father's right hand. the perfect blend of danger and kindness, you were a rare bridge between the younger members of the guardians and the older guys at the GDA, your father included.
when the war started, it was unlike anything the earth encountered before and beyond what any country was prepared for. the GDA struggled to corral one invincible—a dozen was just overkill. if humanity did not have their indomitable spirit, surely governments would just lay down and die.
but not your dad and certainly not 🗣️🦅🤠 AMERICA 🗣️🦅🏈🗽!
so you were sent out into the field. unfortunately, you were getting the sense that they knew you... and weren't so kind to you in their dimensions...
"lookie here," mohawk mark grinned fearsomely as he floated above you. "little stedman. man, it's been so long since i've seen your face."
"why's that?" you cocked your gun, standing before him without a tense bone in your body. if cecil taught you anything, it was how to fake it til you make it.
"killed ya," he sang teasingly. "personally broke you in half for being a fucking pest. you were almost as annoying as your old man."
"mm." you hummed, ignoring the feeling of dread in your stomach. your father might have taught you to stand strong, but there was just something about staring death in the face that made a person anxious.
there was a high chance you could die here. they've all done it once before, apparently. great.
the other marks gathered over the original mark's residence. you were supposed to gather debbie and oliver, but intel was faulty and they had fled on their own. good for them, bad for you.
omnimark paused, studying you as he drew closer. his red cape wafted in the wind as he descended. it would have been majestic if he wasn't, you know... a murderer.
"i know you well enough to read you like a book. i can tell you're scared." onmimark observed you, swirling around you inquisitively.
this was bullshit. they were just playing with their food at this point, hovering around you like vultures too impatient to wait for your death.
"i call dibs," sinister shoved past omnimark, his lips curling into a salivating grin. "you were most delicious back home."
startled by the notion, you blinked and snapped, "what?"
"yeah. i ate you."
"what the fuck—"
"can it." prison mark bulldozed through his peers, aggravated by the chatter. "i'm the only one who hasn't got to kill them yet."
"so?" mohawk mark scoffed and rolled his eyes.
you shook your head, shrugging off your nerves and stepped back. aiming your gun directly between his skull, you tried to dismiss the condescending expression that you were faced with.
mohawk mark chuckled and walked forward, bending at the waist and pressing his forehead right up against the barrel.
"shoot me," he said lowly, a big smirk on his face. the more he looked at you, the more he saw the shake of your eyes, the more excited he got. it's been a while since he's gotten so much thrill from a kill, and you were the most thrilling of all. "you know you can't hurt me."
you glared at him, phasing out of sight in an instant. mark's eyes widened in faint surprise when you vanished.
you teleported directly to their sides, gun aiming down the canal of their ears. praying for all the strength and accuracy in the world, you let eight precise bullets fly, blasting their way down through their suits and into their ears.
they all stumbled through the air at the impact, shaking their head like maracas to locate the bullet.
"dumb bunny," mohawk mark snarled, brushing the blood from his nose as he grimaced in discomfort. "told you, you can't hurt us."
"i see their stupidity transcends dimensions," viltrumite mark commented plainly. he shook his head to one side in an attempt to dislodge the bullet like he was getting pool water out of his ear.
you swallowed a shaky breath and set your stance, whipping out the control for the implants. you hoped they were able to worm their way deep inside like you programmed them to.
"those aren't regular bullets, dickheads." you snapped, bringing your thumb down on the red button.
the piercing shrill of the underwater kaiju that disarmed the original mark rang through the air, pulsing into their skulls painfully. their flight stuttered before dropping completely, collapsing to the ground like flies. they clawed at their heads uselessly as the grating shriek made them go stupid.
you huffed a laugh when they all keeled over, in disbelief you managed to pull it off. then you just laughed for the hell of it. who's invincible now?
you could talk shit like your father; you just hoped his tendency to get his balls rocked right after he ran his mouth didn't pass on to you.
"big mistake leaving me breathing," you activated the dead man's switch and brought your foot down on the controller, smashing it to little pieces. "you had your chance to kill me. now it's my turn."
© invoncible
#invincible#invincible show#mark grayson#invincible x reader#mark grayson x reader#invincible season 3#mohawk mark#sinister mark#mohawk mark x reader#cecil stedman#viltrumite mark#omni mark#invincible variants x reader#invincible variants#invincible x fem reader
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He is babygirl...I mean...look at him 🥺💙✨
The babygirl
This is from a expression request
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#not my art#fav#simping over this ART GAH#your lines got me in a chokehold/pos#oh my gosh just LOOKIE HE'S SO HAPPY AND GOOFY I LOOOVE GRRR#bro im freaking out in a good way aaauuggh I am loving this linework fr#peepaw hours and my eyes have been blessed thank you 🥺#i love the little details like his scarring and the little buckle on his belt pouch like so so much i can't describe it but yes YES!!
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simon would slap your pussy, ensuring that the strikes are sharp bites on your clit, and croon, “so sensitive,” when you’re squirming on his lap, whining and thrashing at the pain because simon has a heavy hand and a measured strength—the mix creates an orgasmic pleasure that keeps tipping you close to your release, only for him to stop and not deliver you your euphoria because this is a punishment.
“not yet,” he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek. “you still haven’t learned.”
he’d even swipe a glob of your slick from your wet slit and show it to you, stretching his fingers apart just inches from your face, all soft and tender as he praises how wet you are.
“lookie,” simon chuckles. “so thick with need, huh?”
he brings his hand close to your lips. “open up, petal.”
you sniffle, distraught, but continue to obey him anyway. because—
“there’s my good pup.”
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part 2 plz
Yandere Player 230 (Thanos) Headcanons Part 2
(IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED EP.6 YET NO LOOKY)
Tw: No murder (yet), brief mentions of violence and potential murder, unconsensual touching (NOT NSFW), threats
I know him being killed isn't a big surprise- BUT IM STILL MAD. I want bro to come back. I need him. Heck at this point I'm just gonna watch all the dramas T.O.P has been in because man's just too fine.
Part 1
Beginning where I left off, during the Merry-Go-Round Mingle game, you best bet he won't let you be separated from him. He'll hold your extremely tight if you try to get away. He'll turn his head, and give you a very maniacal closed-lip smile.
"Don't run mousey. I'm not letting you get killed. I wanna be able to play one more game with you."
If it's just 2 players? He won't let the others kick you out. He'll probably just kick someone and run off while holding you in his hand. Once you're in the room, he'll probably pin you to wall give you big smooch somewhere on your face. Literally could be anywhere.
If you resist, he'll just hug you tight and cover you in even more kisses. He's just waiting for you to submit.
If you just stand there and not really do much about it, he'll hug you tight.
"Good. I knew you were a good mousey. Those bastards can't compare."
During the game, if someone tries to separate you or prevent you guys from winning, he won't hesitate to hit the violence button. You can honestly just stand there and watch him go nuts.
For the voting after the game, if you choose to continue the game, he'll be much more pacified. Just doing his usual clinging and teasing. He likes holding hands with you and swinging your arms in-sync as you wait for the voting to finish.
If you choose to not continue the game, he'll stare into your soul. He couldn't believe you. Weren't you supposed to be his good little mousey? You won't expect much during the voting, but during meal time he'll go nuts. He'll pull you aside and keep you pinned against the wall. He won't let you ignore him.
He'll harshly whisper to you that if you pull something against him he would personally kill any of the people who want to continue. All to prevent you from leaving him.
"Don't pull that shit, 'kay? All those fuckers are gonna die anyway. Just you and me baby. Just you and me."
As we know, he dies during the teams fight. But I want to do a possible part 3 where he does in fact live. Basically a theory on what he would do if he survived.
So until I upload a part 3, that'll be that. Sorry this part was shorter, but I need to think a bit more for part 3 considering I'll be twisting away from the drama's story.
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Chat I would absolutely allow him to drag me into a room during the Mingle game. Like sir of course I will follow. Bro's voice is simply perfect like could you please read a book to me and I will be knocked out within minutes.
- Celina
#yandere squid game#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#squid game#squid game 2#squid game season 2#squid game x reader#thanos squid game#Thanos x reader#Player 230#Player 230 x reader#t.o.p#choi seunghyun#bigbang#t.o.p bigbang
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“eat your veggies, baby girl,” satoru urges his daughter. you’re all seated at the dining table, eating the food off your own plates. your husband is right next to your child’s high chair, trying to get her to eat her broccoli.
she scrunches her nose up to show her reluctance. when satoru gives her a frown of his own, she eventually gives in. “kay, papa..” she whines. she parts her messy lips and allows the green vegetable to enter her mouth.
you grin at the cute sight. your daughter reminds you of satoru in so many ways. she’s got a sweet tooth, just like him, and both of them dislike vegetables, “heh, you sound like your papa. he also doesn’t like his veggies.”
satoru pouts and looks over at you. he puffs up his chest and tries to defend himself, trying to be a good role model to his little girl, “hey, no, i eat my vegetables. lookie here, princess.”
satoru hesitates before shoving a big piece of broccoli down his throat. he visibly cringes at the taste and texture, but tries to play it off with a big grin - hoping to encourage his daughter to do the same.
“papa don’t like?” she asks with a concerned pout, tilting her head. it’s painfully obvious that he doesn’t like it - even a kid like her could tell. her tiny hand reaches out to satoru and pats him on the arm for comfort. she’s already so emotionally mature for her age.
the white haired sorcerer shakes his head. he coughs a bit and forces himself to eat another piece of the same vegetable, “no.. papa likes it very much,” satoru makes some funny faces as he continues to eat. he’s not fooling anyone, not even his daughter, “mhm.. so good.”
your toddler grins and tries not to laugh at the sight of her dad making those funny faces as he eats. though, she fails to hold in her contagious laughter when satoru turns his head to hide his suffering from her, “bwahahaha!”
her giggles make you smile and let out a chuckle of your own. satoru nearly chokes on his vegetables when he hears his kid’s adorable laugh. he grins from ear to ear and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “oh? laughing at your papa, hm? that’s not so nice, little princess.”
satoru jokes. he makes sure your daughter doesn’t have any food in her mouth before moving to tickle her belly, making her giggles even louder. you watch as he nibbles on her ear—thoroughly enjoying those sounds of joy coming from your toddler.
satoru’s mission is accomplished. maybe not his initial goal, but this one suffices for now. he’s made his wife and daughter laugh and that’s all what matters.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#jjk x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x y/n#gojo x y/n
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i'm thinking about the 141 stumbling upon a naked, blood splattered civilian up on bannau brycheiniog (brecon beacons) where they're doing some manoeuvres/a training exercise and immediately falling over themselves to help.
price is barking orders, chasing off the looky-loos. johnny has pulled his coat off and is wrapping it around your shoulders. gaz has grabbed his canteen and is holding it to your lips, encouraging you to drink. they're all so helpful.
except ghost.
who is watching you with a shrewd gaze.
ghost who is immediately suspicious because you should be shivering from being exposed and from the blood loss. except he can't see a single wound on your body.
and most of the blood is smeared on your chin.
#pfh headcannons#..... am i thinking about werewolves again?#i am thinking about werewolves again#i'm bringing a project out of retirement#werewolf au#(awoooo!)
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Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal Au.
Chapter 6:
Summary: After being ambushed previously in Gotham's streets, you awake alone and afraid, in a strange building.
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 7.
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A furious pounding beat at your skull, a liquid of some kind dripped down from your head. You blinked your eyes open, greeted by what could only be some kind of warehouse.
You were in a daze, barely recognising what was in front of you. What vision you had was muddled by pain and your hearing was drowned out by a piercing beat in your ears.
What...?
You could hardly think.
The world was a messy tsunami of pain and confusion. That is... Until a flash of green, white and red beamed into your eyes, a sneering smile on its face.
You gasped. Breath caught in your throat, as your chin was caught in his hand.
The Joker.
"HahahahahahaHAHAHAHA!" The laugh echoed throughout the building as your surprise turned into shakes. The hand left go as Joker's chortle turned into a full laugh, but that was hardly a relief.
This was, quite literally, the worst situation you could have ever gotten into. Out of everyone who would have an interest in Batman's soulmate, why must it be him?
You instinctively try to move, but soon realise you've been restrained, ropes tying you down to an iron chair. They don't budge.
The stomping of shoes drew your attention back to him, as the Joker approached you again.
"Well now." He began, a beaming grin stretching his face. "Lookie what we have here. You know, I was having a wonderful night, finally out on the town, able to meet all my old friends again. Then I meet you, and you know what I think?"
He rested a hand on your shoulder. You fought a shiver.
"What a... great new friend?" You try. You go for a smile of your own. You're certain it looks more like a grimace.
A mocking laugh is his response. Then, with a sudden twist, his hands grasp your collar, bringing you to his eye level. The movement forces you against the ropes that constrict your stomach, suffocating you.
"I find... a sniveling little brat, that just so happens, TO HAVE A BAT PROTECTING-"
A screech cuts him off, a flurry of wings diving directly into his face, what you could barely make out as a beak aimed at his eyes. The pain you're under causes you to take a moment to understand what's going on, as Joker swings a crowbar at the flying figure.
It was... Hood. Pecking and clawing at the Joker, doing whatever it could to draw him away. And it was working too.
That is, until Joker pressed down on his flower, causing a spray of gas to surge outward directly into Hood's line of flight. It slowed it down, a pause as Hood squawked in pain. A pause that was swiftly taken advantage of, as Joker swung a brutal arc into Hood, the crowbar sending the bird flying across the room and into a crumpled pile on the ground.
"No!" The scream tore itself out of you, a primal sort of agony you never thought you would ever feel after you had withdrawn from thoughts of your soulmates. It was like losing him all over again. Vigilante or not, Hood was a bird. Birds didn't typically survive a hit from a crowbar. If Hood died here, what would you do? One of the connections that had tormented you all your life, over just like that.
The scream drew Joker's attention back to you, a realisation that sank deeply in your throat. He approached you again, an air of casualness across his figure.
"Birds, what little pests. Good thing I always carry around pest spray." He laughs, adjusting the flower resting on his lapel. "I've always preferred bats." A thunk noise sounded out as he spoke, drawing your attention to a small cage he dropped.
It was a birdcage. Inside that birdcage was...
"Batman?!"
The bat inside was still, its gaze fixed on Joker's movements, but it did shift briefly to watch you for but a second as you spoke its name.
"Hahaha!" Joker's laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. "Turns out all you need to capture a bat is the right bait."
"How..?" You mumbled, the words unconsciously forming on your tongue due to the shock.
"Within a moment of my crowbar's acquaintance with your dear old head, Bats appeared! A bit of a nuisance at first, but a few threats at that neck of yours calmed him right down!" Joker admitted, the biggest smile you had seen yet on his face. He chuckled at the mere memory of it, as you shook in horror.
Two of your soulmates were now down. You couldn't stop shaking, horrified. All your options were dwindling and Joker looked more... murdery by the second.
Your attention was caught by a feeling of feathers brushing against your arms, the shaking making the thing touch you. You paused for a miniscule second, as you tried to think of what it was. Wait.
Was another one of your soulmates here? But rather than fight, this one was untying you? Or maybe gnawing at the ropes, whichever option was more plausible for a bird/bat.
Could you stall long enough to get out? It seemed like the only possibility left.
"Why...why do this? What enjoyment are you finding from this?" Maybe not the best line of questioning, but it was all your pounding head could come up with.
"Why?" Joker echoed, pausing for a moment. "Because I don't take kindly to cheaters. Me and Bats have something special. I dealt with my soul chain long ago, and yet! I find him cheating on me with this lousy excuse for a time waster!" He ends his shout pointing at you, a scowl on his painted face. It's possibly the worst expression you've seen on Joker yet.
"Aren't the other Robins his soulmates too? Why are you only targeting me?"
"I dealt with one of the flying rats long ago, quite a great plan if I may say so, but he just came back! I don't feel like wasting my time with this eternal game of wack-a-mole, so I've decided on a new method."
What's the method...?" You ask, reluctantly.
"You." He smiles.
He steps closer, withdrawing a gun from his pocket. "Thanks for the opportunity to capture Bats, my dear, but I've had enough of his chains getting in the way of our little game. I'll take much better care of little Batsy once you die, well, to an extent anyway! Hahaha!"
He tosses the gun up and down, carelessly as he walks towards you.
Up.
What could you do?
Down.
Hood was still crumpled in the corner, likely unconscious.
Up.
Batman was shaking the cage, unable to do anything else in its rage.
Down.
The unknown soul animal hadn't finished removing the ropes.
Across. The gun meets your temple, a few inches away from your head. You lock eyes with him. He pulls the trigger.
Pop! You flinch, coming face to face with a little Bang! flag that popped out of the gun.
You sigh, a momentary relief. You've been spared. You shift a little, feeling the ropes loosen. Your soul animal was doing its job well. You intake a few breaths, as Joker slaunters away from you, chuckling under his breath.
You close your eyes for a moment, trying to regain yourself amidst all the pain.
BANG!
"Agh-!" You jolt, shooting straight up. There's a pain in your cheek, a metallic liquid dripping down.
Turning your head ever so slightly, you spy the Bang flag lodged into the wall. It was a real gun after all.
But..
Why didn't he shoot you?
"Guns are a little too dry, don't you think?" You turn back around, immediately coming face to face with the Joker, an image that makes you flinch.
There's a crowbar in his hands.
"I don't ever repeat jokes, but, my first attempt with this weapon didn't stick too long. I don't want to lower the bar of my comedy, but maybe it'll work this time? Second time's the charm!"
"It's actually the third time.." You speak, nerves causing your words to tumble out. So that's why he didn't shoot you. He intends to make your final moments as painful as possible.
He smiles in response to your quip, lifting the bar up.
"W-wait!" You cried out, desperation pooling into whatever would give you a chance at survival. "Couldn't you do anything else?! Brainwash me, use me as a hostage, isn't it just a waste if you kill me?!" You practically scream the final words, your panic reaching a crescendo of horror.
The Joker's reply is simple.
"Nope!"
He swings.
BANG!
A bullet flies through his hand, forcing him to drop the crowbar as he pulls back.
You both turn, spotting a bulky man in black at the entrance of the warehouse.
He's wearing a red helmet.
"Joker.." The voice is deep, a threatening timbre you'd only hear replicated in nightmares.
"Let. The civilian. Go.” His gun clicks.
“Urgh. Speak of the devil.” Joker complains, unphased. “My plans are being ruined and it's not even by Bats. What is the world coming to?”
“Wait…” The Joker pauses, noticing a fallacy in the vigilantes’ words. “Civilian? Oh, HAHAHA! OHHhhh you have no idea what’s going on here do you?” The Joker snickers in delight, giving you a conniving glance.
“Oh my, oh my. I didn't realise you were also a jokester.” Joker squishes your cheeks, a little too harsh to be anything but painful. He laughs again at the expression on your face.
There's no response from the figure, but the bullet that Joker barely dodges the next second later is answer enough. It grants you and the Joker some distances, so you're grateful.
A flapping of wings draws your attention, a dark blue blur sailing through the room before landing on your lap. Nightwing.
You blink in realisation, finally understanding why not all your soul animals had appeared to help you. Wing had led one of the bats to you. You glanced over. Judging from the helmet, was this Red Hood.
Uh oh. You hoped he didn't notice Hood in the corner.
Or Batman. Or the soul animal freeing you- oh no you were absolutely screwed weren’t you?
You gulp.
“Wait.. You?” Red Hood’s modulated voice didn’t convey any emotion, but it couldn't disguise the hesitance in which he spoke.
Exposed.
“Uhmmm… no?” You tried.
Wing nuzzled your cheek. Hood’s gaze intensified.
“Okay! Okay yes, but I swear there's a reason why I never came to any of you- it wasn't because of you-” Oh dear that one was a blatant lie.
“I.. I mean, I just didn't want-” What could you do, what could you say? You didn't want to lie, but the truth wasn't good either.
In-between your frantic ramblings however, the Joker had snuck up on Red Hood, taking a lucky swing that missed by about a centimeter.
Red Hood’s retaliation was swift, the two suddenly engaging in a battle of force that was very much leaning in Red Hood’s favour. Although, ever so often Red Hood gave a wince of pain. Did Hood’s soul animal form’s state injure him slightly?
That question would go unanswered, as the ropes around you crumpled, revealing Red to be the soul animal that had been bailing you out all this time.
Well. You weren't going to get a better opportunity than this. Pushing Red and Wing off your lap, you rush out, aiming for one of the broken windows.
Batman makes a slight growling noise as you pass his birdcage. You try not to think about it.
“Hey!” A batarang flies past you, the rope attached to it meeting no target as you trip on some broken glass.
“Ah!” You mumble, surprised at your good (?) forture. There's now a cut on your leg. Great.
Red Hood is subsequently distracted from any more attempts to detain you, as the Joker takes another swing that gets a little too close for comfort in response, laughing all the while.
Clumsily falling out of the window, you thank Lady Gotham that the Joker kidnapped you on the ground floor, so there’s no drop whatsoever.
You sigh, injuries now taking a toll as the constant adrenaline was wearing off. You stumble forward.
Red and Wing land on your shoulders. Of course.
You limp out into Gotham’s alleyways, oblivious to the movement of a lithe figure on the rooftop, watching you.
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Yeah those who guessed Joker were correct! Enjoy a cookie if you did! It seemed criminal to not have a chapter that explored how a soulmate universe would influence Batman and Joker's relationship, so that's what I did!
Oh and yeah, poor Reader. They are not having too good of a time rn. All these injuries aren't really gonna help them plead their case either.
A bit more of Jason this time too! How funnnn. I definitely feel bad for birdy Hood though. Red Hood may be super skilled but it's a little too unrealistic for him to solo as a bird :(
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dean winchester dating n nsfw headcanons i dare you
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dating dean winchester headcanons.
> i am a firm believer that if dean winchester ever were to seriously, hardcore, actually date someone, they would have been his friend first.
maybe you were a fellow hunter, or someone he crossed paths with frequently time and time again— so much so that it almost seemed like fate herself kept bringing the two of you together.
you’d been dean’s friend for years before you finally realized that ‘hey, maybe this guy i’d definitely and gladly die for should be more than just my friend’. little did you know that dean felt the same exact way.
> both you and dean’s feelings all spilled out to each other in the wee hours of the morning on a particularly vulnerable hunt, just you two.
knowing dean long enough to know he didn’t do ‘love’, you’d stated outright that you didn’t have to be too serious about the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing— but he surprised you with the notion that he did want a serious relationship with you.
and after another little while— and a lot more talking, you and dean started dating. you didn’t go on too many actual dates— you all were too busy saving the world all the freakin’ time, but it didn’t bother you one bit. because you were with dean. and that’s what mattered to you.
> dean holds the door for you. this started long before you both had even thought about dating each other— it started on one of the first cases you had ever worked with him.
dean and sam, with their stupid freakishly long legs, had made it to the door of the coroner’s office much quicker than you ever could— and while sam went in, dean stayed and propped the door open for you. it should have been much more awkward than it was, but somehow, it wasn’t. and that summed up a lot of experiences with dean over the years.
> dean sleeps closest to the door when he sleeps with you in the same bed as him. always. doesn’t matter if you’re in a motel room, or even in the bunker, he picks the side of the bed closest to the door. he says he just likes it more— but you know the real reason. it’s so no threats could get to you first if something were to get past the door.
> you both love music. you had a vinyl collection long before you even met dean, but its one of the very first things you bonded over— and still do, to this day. and each christmas starting years ago, you exchanged mixtapes as your gift to each other. you still do now, though— and it has much more meaning than it did before, too.
> dean is always touching you. i believe that man is touch starved beyond belief— and he’s so incredibly insecure about it.
he’d talked about it with you long before you started dating— a whispered confession as you were saying goodbye because you both had to part ways again.
“i think i have a touch problem,” dean’s voice had been barely audible against you as he hugged you tighter than he’d ever had, but you still heard it. and you told him that wanting physical touch wasn’t a bad thing— and that he could seek it out with you, if he’d like. and he appreciated that.
because he actually did seek it out one night after a solo hunt he’d gone on, when you’d started living in the bunker. dean trudged down the steps like the weight of the world was on his shoulders—let’s be honest here, when didn’t he feel like that— and without saying a word, he just dropped his bag on the map table, walked over to you in the library, and just hugged you. and… wouldn’t let go. like at all. not that you minded, though. you just hugged him back.
you didn’t know how long you both stayed like that until you convinced him to come to bed with you— but you held him the entire night in the sheets, reassuring him over and over that you were fine with it.
> speaking of, dean is completely comfortable around you. he’s free to be purely just… himself. because while sam just rolls his eyes at every joke and half-smiles, dean’ll catch you with a real smile on your face— and usually trying to stifle a laugh. or better yet, you’ll make a joke of your own with him sometimes.
same with talking. dean talks a lot with you— and you just listen. he’ll yap your ear off about the movie he’d rewatched in the dean cave, or retell the story of how he killed hitler, but you don’t mind. you never did. you listened and offered the right words back to him.
he’ll talk about his feelings once in a while, too. and you know it’s because dean feels safe enough to do it around you— because you don’t judge him or view him differently. never once have you denied a conversation with him. and you never will.
now for some . . .
dean winchester nsfw headcanons.
(and if you’d like actual dean smut, i have my own right here for ya)
> no matter who initiates sex first, dean always makes you cum before he does. you already knew going in that he was already ultra-considerate— and the same thing goes when it comes to sex.
and believe me, you’ve tried countless times to get him off first for once— but you’re met with a forceful ‘no’ before you’re pushed back against the sheets, and dean takes care of you with his mouth and fingers first.
or if he’s already inside you, dean purposefully makes sure you come apart on him before he even thinks about cumming himself. not only does he like to guide you through your orgasm, but he loves to watch the way your face scrunches up when you’re fluttering on his dick, all because of him.
> after a while of dating, though, dean realized that he also likes cumming with you— at the exact same time. it doesn’t happen as often, and its usually after a few initial rounds. but he loves the feeling of groaning into your mouth and skin as he spills into you while you spill all over him.
> dean also holds your hand a lot when he fucks you, or you fuck him— whether its your fingers interlocked with his when he rails you into the mattress, or you grasping onto his hand when you ride him, holding on for dear life.
and you like it just as much as he does, if not more. it amplifies the intimacy— the bond between both of you.
> one thing about mr. dean winchester… he is not a quiet man in bed. he’ll groan right into your ear while he pounds into you, or choke out praises and swears against your skin as you ride him— he’s not silent at any point (but honestly, neither are you).
> speaking of positions… dean has a lot of favorite positions for you both to be in, but most, if not all of his favorites are the ones where he can see your face. because he loves the way your face and eyebrows scrunch together from pleasure when he’s making you feel good, knowing it’s all because of him.
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Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru
TW: nsfw, dubcon, kidnapping, virginity loss, curse!reader, succubus!reader, severely clueless virgin reader, born sexy yesterday reader
fem reader
“Feels like you’re luring me into some trap.” He keeps his back hunched and his hands shoved down his baggy pant pockets, sighing heartily—Satoru having a surprise never bodes well.
“Oh, come on—” named white-haired boy exclaims, in much enthusiastic contrast to his cynical counterpart—slinging a lanky arm around his slumped shoulders. “Have a little faith, birthday boy. You’re gonna like this.”
Suguru sighs again, “Somehow, I doubt it…”
The two make their way down Jujutsu High’s hall, walking past the dorms until stopping before Satoru’s door. Suguru reconsiders then—whatever it is, it can’t be so bad if he’s keeping it in his own room. And yet, the grin on his friend’s face is never something to take lightly.
He unlocks the door but holds off on opening it, instead standing before it with a grip on the handle—looking over his dark glasses at his waiting friend with a certain giddy twinkle in his eyes. “You ready?”
Suguru doesn’t know the answer to that. Part of him doesn’t care what’s behind the door, while the other part is confident he won’t like it, and yet, there’s still some soft spot inside him that tells him to go along with it anyway. Sighing a third time, he raises his hands from his pockets. “Sure…”
Satoru snickers, “Alrighty then,” and opens the door, creaking on its hinges. “Tadah—lookie what I found.”
Suguru stands before the doorway for a moment. As it had opened, a faint surge of cursed energy had waved over him—nothing to fear, yet odd nonetheless. He spots the source right away. Something on the bed. A figure. Human-like, yet not.
It’s obvious what it is, and still, he finds himself asking, “What is that?”
Satoru lumps against his back with his chin on his shoulder, “It’s your present, of course,” then pushes him inside.
He locks the door again behind him and redoes the veil, keeping their activities hidden from passersby.
“What exactly are you thinking, Satoru?” The other boy asks, apprehensive with his black eyes fixed on you—the curse on the bed, tied up with seals, squirming while looking up at the two of them. You’re no threat, but still, the question remains—why are you here?
“It’s up to you, Suguru. It’s your birthday,” the asked answers nonchalantly once returning. He gestures in the air with his hand. “You can wrap it up into one of your marbles and eat it like a birthday cake or…”
Suguru’s eyes snap to his at the suggestive tone, teetering on coquettish—no, not teetering, definitely coquettish—but no matter how shameless he is, he can’t possibly be proposing they do something like that with a curse.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Suguru,” the blue-eyed one defends with a pout. “I mean, look at it—have yah ever seen a curse so...” he continues but falls short. He chuckles lightly and deems any explanation unnecessary. “Well, you have eyes, so don’t deny it.”
Both black and blue orbs fall back on you, one still with an uncertain gaze and the other with a heavy, unashamed leer.
Suguru’s throat grows tight, and he swallows thickly to replenish, then asks, “And after?” He looks back at his friend. “You plan on just killing it?”
Satoru gives it a thought, thumbing his chin with a pout before revealing, “Maybe… Or keepin’ it…” He laughs again, taking a step closer to the bed before crouching down—his blue eyes wide and visibly terrifying to you, if the way you shuffle away is any tell. He doesn’t let it deter him, reaching out his hand to touch you anyway. “I wouldn’t mind havin’ an exotic pet. Depends on how fun this is—”
He's stopped. Hand waiting mid-air as a heavier one grabs his shoulder.
“I thought it was my present,” Suguru states from behind him.
Satoru looks up at him for a moment—first kind of annoyed, but then quickly amused. He smiles, “Well, excuse me—it sounded like you didn’t want it.” He stands up with an animated sigh. “Besides, thought you might share with your best mate since I went through all the trouble.”
He’s got this sheepish beggar’s look painted upon his face—totally unconvincing by Suguru’s judgment. Still, he caves—not so much out of sympathy, but rather because there's no way he’s doing this all by himself—in such crimes, it’s better to be accomplices in order to share the shame. And, suppose he can admit it’s more fun with the white-haired freak around…
“Fine,” he mutters for the second time that night, hoping he won’t regret it.
“Sweet,” Satoru cheers in turn. “Never had a curse before—this’ll be interesting.”
He returns to you and pulls the seal off your lips. You flinch and hold your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Your bound wrists and ankles are also freed, and still, you don’t move from where you’re huddled up in the corner of where the bed meets the walls—as far away from them as possible.
After getting a closer look at you, your obedience doesn’t surprise Suguru. Flecks of cursed blood splatter litter your skin and clothing—there must have been others before Satoru made a show of himself—no wonder you’re so scared.
“Can you talk?” said show-boating sorcerer asked.
You carefully peel your eyes open again. Lips warbling unsurely. It sort of looks as though you want to speak but don’t exactly know how. It’s to be expected with a weak curse like you.
They hadn’t expected as much, so they figured it was all the same until, “Yea-yes.”
You stutter, but still, you speak.
“That’s surprising—you’re not all that strong,” Satoru expresses. “But I guess it’s a good thing.”
Suguru can only guess what motives he has for saying that, and still, he’s quite sure he knows why—he’s always been partial to the louder ones, after all.
“My name’s Satoru, and my friend here is Suguru,” he introduces with gestures. “Don’t forget it, okay?” His eyes give warning as much as his words, no matter his playful tone. “You’re gonna do what we tell you, or I’m gonna paint the wall with you just like I did all your other friends, understand?”
Your lip trembles, and you clutch yourself closer, looking to hide yourself but recognizing you’re trapped prey for two much stronger predators. You nod your head.
“If you can talk, then say it,” the white-haired one demands—tone brisker than before, making your stomach fold and heart flinch.
“Yes, sa-Satoru.” It’s all foreign on your tongue, yet you manage—like how animals learn to swim when thrown upon the open waters.
It makes him smile, and you feel some relief in listening to him coo, “Perfect.”
The vision of your fellow curses getting squished like trampled grapes haunts you. You can tell this new sorcerer is just as strong. You don’t know what they’re after, but you know it’s best if they’re happy with you—so you aim to keep it that way.
The one asking you questions looks away toward the other one.
“Wanna do the honors, birthday boy, or should I?”
He seems to be contemplating something before calmly deciding. “I’ll eat it first. Then it’ll be bound to me and won’t struggle.”
“Smart—though that is some of the fun,” your original capturer responds with lackluster, then shrugs. “But it’s your birthday, you decide.”
The raven-haired one raises a hand, energy building within his palm. “I have. So don’t pout—”
Eat it? Do they mean you? You feel the pull of something sucking you from your safe spot. “Wah-wait! Don’t—don’t eat me, please!” you squeal with lifted hands, first flat with sprung fingers in surrender, then clasped together as you take a deep bow with your forehead buried in the plume. “I-I’ll listen! I’ll be a good-good curse, I promise! Please!”
Both sorcerers’ are stumped by the display. It’s an odd declaration for a curse. Of course, you could be a ploy, yet they sense absolutely zero hostility.
Satoru looks at his friend with puppy-dog eyes, whispering to him in low and needy little whimpers, all laced with awe, “Oh, come on, Suguru. Can’t it wait? You can always eat it after, right? Look at it—it won’t fight.”
Suguru grinds his teeth, but even he can’t deny he’s curious now. He huffs and lowers his arm, “Fine. But if you fail to obey even a single command, I won’t hesitate to eat you on the spot.”
You raise your head, pretty grateful tears in your eyes—an even odder sight from a curse. “Oh-okay… Su-Suguru… thank you.”
It’s utterly embarrassing and even somewhat horrifying, but the way his name trembles off of your tongue all sweetly like that is enough to make him blush. He steals himself in spite of it. You’re still a curse—nothing worth going easy on.
“Strip,” he commands.
You tilt your head at the word, eyes round and brows cinched. “Strip?”
Satoru comes to the rescue—overwhelmed with your cuteness as he’d been since he first saw you, unable to harm even a hair on your head. “It’s just a wittle curse, Suguru—you can’t expect it to understand everything you say. We gotta use simple terms.”
If he could, he’d like to undress you himself, but he agrees that there’s some pleasure to be found in watching you do so for them.
He gives you a reassuring look and a somewhat kind smile. “He means take off your clothes.”
“Oh... okay.” You light up upon understanding, hoping not to anger them. You don’t ask why. You just listen, balling your dress at the hips and lifting it up and off over your head—leaving you bare.
“Is that what I think it is?” Suguru utters, eyes zoned in on your lower belly and the pink markings there—swirled symbols mocking the shape of a winged heart right atop your womb.
“It sure looks like it,” Satoru whistles in turn. “How lucky are we, huh?”
Their conversation goes over your head—just as most of what they say. Part of you is still wary that they’re going to eat you—undressing would make that easier for them, wouldn’t it? Maybe you’d just fallen right into their trap…
You blink when spotting them getting undressed, too. Maybe it’s some type of ritual? You wouldn’t know…
Once they’re both naked, your throat tightens, and your gut stirs with an ache of sorts—you wouldn’t know why as to that either, but you rub your thighs together in hopes it would soothe it. But no, it blooms instead into a hunger the more you look, and the black of your eyes bleed out into a pool deep enough to get lost in. You don’t even notice you're drooling. All you know is that they’re getting closer, and your skin simmers for their touch.
And still, you’re confused once you’re on your back with the raven-haired one looming above you. Breathing heavily, you gasp with the spring of a moan once his fingers trace the pulsing glow of your pink marking. You’ve never seen it do that before—it’s a little scary.
“Ah—what—what are you doing?” Half of you wishes to nudge his hand away—it’s so sensitive—and yet, the other half wants nothing but to succumb to it, plead for more. It’s confusing.
“Oh? How can you be a succubus and not know?” he asks calmly, teasingly now with a sympathy he lacked before.
You’re so hot—you’re burning—something’s wet—between your thighs—it pulses on time with your mark. His hand moves down toward it—the feeling intensifies, and your breath flares, quickens, and stutters in your chest. It feels good, but it also feels…
“That feels weird—” you protest with no amount of conviction, rather just in a statement.
“But you like it,” he argues, also more in a statement. Nursing you through the doubt with sweetly slow strokes.
It’s good that he took the reins before Satoru—he wouldn’t be this considerate.
“Don’t worry, pretty curse,” he soothes, sliding his digits through the wet, then slipping two within—inside you—into some spot that makes your toes curl. “I’ll help you find your purpose.”
“Ah!” you squeal—wide swivel-eyed and panting, staring at his ministrations—where he pumps you on his knuckles and how you weep with fluid. What’s going on?
“How does that feel?” he purrs and presses a thumb down on the drumming pearl crowning the mouth—as though it were a button to push and have you unlock.
Suguru watches as your eyes morph—pupils going from round black to glowing pink hearts.
It feels… it feels… “Good… so good—please, give me more.”
You don’t have to beg them twice.
You know heaven for curses doesn’t exist, but you think you’ve just stumbled upon a loophole.
“I can’t believe she’s taking us both—” Suguru stutters as he jerks his hips up into the downy softness of your ass, burying himself deep alongside the other.
“Well—she’s made for it, ain’t she?” Satoru whimpers in turn.
They both hold your thighs up, having you folded in half, lifted between them—your back resting against the broad warmth of Suguru’s chest, with Satoru in front of you—both stuffing your gushing hole as one.
“More—more...” you blubber—heart eyes half-mast and mouth apart in dewy breaths.
Satoru knows you’re a curse, but he can’t help himself, feeling your hands cling to his back, holding on tightly—he knows you’re a curse, but he leans in and kisses you anyway.
And it’s sweet—sweet like candy. Your spit and your tongue—his new favorite syrup. He can’t stop—feeding you the entire length of his tongue in need to explore your mouth, drink you up—feeling desperately parched without it.
The sight makes Suguru’s gut fizzle. It’s so wrong, yet it feels so right. He thinks he’ll cum soon, but he doesn’t want to—he wants to keep going.
“I’m gonna—” Satoru whines as he breaks for air.
“Me too—” Suguru groans in turn.
They jitter, spines aligned and pulsing with each other—filling you up with a mixture of both.
It’s a feeling like none other for all three of you—euphoric and transcendent—you think you might die from the pleasure, feeling the crushing weight of paradise dawn on you in rapids.
You all collapse on the bed next to each other, you in the middle. They don’t take themselves out, and you prefer it that way—you fear the loneliness if they would. Right now, it’s warm. You’d like to stay there forever.
“I’m sorry…” Suguru apologizes suddenly—much to your confusion until you see him raise his palm like before. “But this is for the best.”
Weakened, you’re warped into the pretty confines of a pink marble within just a second. He holds you for a moment, feeling somewhat guilty, but doesn’t waste long before swallowing you up—down his throat until settling neatly in the prison of his stomach.
Satoru doesn’t look surprised. After all, Suguru’s right—it is for the best. He can’t exactly keep you in his room forever without discovery. This way, you’re kept safe from other sorcerers as well as just a call away from them whenever they wish to see you.
“What’ she taste like?” he asks nonchalantly.
The birthday boy licks his lips and then smiles. “Like cake.”
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hiii :3 ! can i request a silly smut where the lads guys have the readers legs over their shoulders rearranging her guts then reader starts feeling a lil mischievous and grabs the guys hair with her toes (i hope i worded that properly, i thought about it the other day and ive been giggling about it ever since)
A/n: hehe I love this 😂
Cw: FEET 🦶, Nsfw smut, unconventional use of toes, this is disgusting I’m sorry (I’m not into feet), if you like Rafayel then brace yourself, i didn’t know what to write for Xavier other than that he’d prolly like it 😭 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Caleb 🍎
Caleb is absolutely raw dogging you right now—your thighs thrown over his shoulders, in a mating press as he mercilessly pounds your gummy, cum filled hole. He’s been like this for hours, and you definitely can’t say you haven’t been enjoying it—he’s made you cum like, five times, and you’re feeling a little delirious.
“H-hey Caleeebbb—” your words are a skewed moan from the unrelenting pistoning of his hips.
“Yeah baby? You like this?” He grunts softly into your neck.
“Lookie..” your words slur again. His thrusting slows ever so slightly, and he watches you weakly wiggle your foot, before stroking his scalp with your toes. You clench your muscles, making them latch onto his messed up dark hair. Caleb laughs.
“Yeah, wanna play around Pipsqueak?” He returns to destroying your wet cunt, making you mewl and moan. The Colonel is absolutely used to your antics by now—he’s absolutely unbothered.
Sylus 🐦⬛
Sylus is lazily rubbing his dick against the wet slick of your cunt, his red eyes looking at you with a teasing yet adoring gaze. “Ready Sweetie?” He kisses your cheek. Your thighs are over his shoulders, marred with hickeys: a declaration of his devotion to you.
“Sy—!” You moan as he pushed in.
20 minutes of being fucked into a blissful state, the mushy fragments of your mind get an idea—you wiggle your feet, and managed to make your toes touch his hair, giving the white strands a tiny tug.
Sylus paused, and looked at you. “What was that?”
“M’ toes.” You giggle, practically delirious.
“Mn.” He murmurs, before grinning.
His thrusts become ravenous after that—totally into whatever you give him.
Rafayel 🐠
He’s pounding into you, whimpering and whining how badly he needs you. “Ngh—so good baby—m’ sorry—need you—”
Your beloved fishy is somewhat manic, crazily pounding away at your frothy hole—he’s already come three times and it still wasn’t enough. You moan into his chest, shifting your knee so your toes grab onto his purple curls. The Lemurian moaned lewdly, grabbing your foot and taking your toes into his mouth.
You gasp and squirm, trying to wiggle your foot away from his feverish grasp, but he just moves his tongue against your little appendages. “R-Raf—” you whine. It’s kinda disgusting, but you can’t deny the tingling in your belly.
“Yeah? You wanna mess around?” He moans, slamming into you. “M’ bride. Mine..”
Safe to say, Rafayel’s gonna tickle your toes any time he is presented the opportunity, from now on.
Zayne ❄️
The doctor is moaning into the plush of your skin, his hips bucking against your cunt, stuffing you full repeatedly. And then he feels it—someone’s toes touching his scalp. He’s a little confused, his furrowed expression relaxing as he looks at you, and your silly, blissful grin.
But he’s not opposed or grossed out—he’s a doctor, after all—it’s simply human anatomy. And it’s you, his girl.
He’d be damned if he let you being a goofball stop him from satiating you.
Xavier 👽
Oh, Xavier’s into it. In fact, he’d coo at you, telling you to tug harder with your toes. This man would find a way to do it while giving you backshots too; because he’s a cute little freak.
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bleeding blue | apocalypse au
part twenty-eight —other parts

pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader words: 4.4k tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex!!! SEX. enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.
France feels just as haunted by ghosts, the kind that cling to silence.
The next morning, you follow the road south near the Belgium border under a punishing sun and suffocating humidity. Sweat pools under your clothes as you leave the coastline behind, passing overgrown rose bushes and grand estates crumbling to rotted beams. Without the raft or truck, supplies rest on everyone's backs, lighter now with all the food you’ve already gone through—a stark reminder that you’ll need more soon.
You were the last to wake, stirred from a deep sleep by the sounds of bags being packed. It shouldn’t be surprising—you’d slept well after two orgasms. It’s a miracle the night’s events didn’t spill into your dreams, but now, in the daylight, keeping them at bay is harder. Thankfully, Kyle and the two kids create a buffer as you all follow Price’s lead. Their presence helps keep your eyes from drifting to him. You force your gaze on the passing signs, making a mental game out of trying to pick up on some French. It's distracting enough. So far you've gathered that sortie means exit and allez means something like go.
The first break comes when your shoulders burn from the weight of the backpack, the straps biting into your skin. You slip it off with a groan, sinking to the ground, and nurse the canteen of water. Just enough to wet your throat and keep the dizziness at bay—rationing is a habit.
Price's plan echoes in your head: Méteren by nightfall. That’s ten hours of walking, minimum. Your toes throb at the thought, each step promising fresh blisters, but you force yourself to focus. The faster you reach Switzerland, the safer you’ll all be. If the place they heard of is actually waiting there.
"Hey. Do you want this?"
Blue lowers beside you, offering a near-empty jar of peanut butter she was snacking on.
"Not much left but it's really good," she shrugs.
"I'll finish it off, thanks."
The salty taste is not exactly refreshing, but you choke it down anyway, the boost of protein more of a necessity than a pleasure. Blue pulls at the grass beside you, her gaze drifting to Ari, who’s sharing food with Kyle. You try not to look, but your eyes flick to Ghost anyway.
The mask is still on, as always. Why is he obsessed with it, even after you just saw him naked? Despite its presence, you can still see the furrow between his brows as he pores over the map with Price. Sweat rings the collar of his black tee, and his biceps flex as he gestures down the road. You’re definitely checking him out when he catches your eye mid-conversation, adjusting his mask, and without missing a beat, you turn your attention back to Blue.
She is staring at you, her brow furrowed.
You instinctively touch your neck, your thoughts racing to the bruise hidden beneath your hair.
“Do you think he likes him?” she asks abruptly.
You blink. “What?”
“Ghost,” she whispers, leaning closer. “Do you think he likes Ari?”
Relief floods you. “Oh. I mean, sure. He's a good kid.”
“He’s not a kid,” she corrects with a huff. “He’s thirteen.”
“That’s still a kid, Blue.”
She rolls her eyes but hesitates before adding quietly, “He kissed me.”
Your jaw nearly drops. “What?”
“Shh! Keep your voice down. And don’t tell Ghost.” She pinches your arm, her cheeks reddening.
“I won’t,” you assure her. “But… when? How?”
“The other night, when we kept watch. Just on my cheek, but still.” She pulls her knees to her chest. “He's cute. I think I like him, but… what if he doesn’t actually like me? What if he just sees me as a kid?”
Her uncertainty tugs at something deep in you. “Have you talked to him about it?”
She shakes her head, looking horrified. “No way. What if he doesn't feel the same? It could get weird.”
“Then kill him,” you deadpan. At her glare, your lips twitch. “Fine, I’ll kill him.”
She snorts despite herself. “Be serious.”
“Okay, how about this—just ask him, ‘Why did you kiss my cheek?’ Keep it simple.”
Blue considers this, her expression softening. “I could do that. But it has to be when Ghost isn’t around. Which is almost never.”
You're telling me. You pick at your nails, avoiding her trusting gaze as your chest tightens.
The sound of Price's boots back on the gravel ends the break.
Even after the brief rest, your limbs drag with exhaustion for the next few hours, but the extra calories push you forward. You make it to Méteren before nightfall. As the guys pitch tents, you rip off your socks to survey the damage. Open blisters stare back at you. With only so much gauze in your kit, you've been hesitant, but you cut a conservative strand and wrap up your heels.
Behind a bush, you change from your sweaty clothes and hope there is freshwater somewhere to wash them in the morning. You dab a rag with a bit of water from the canteen and scrub the biggest offenders; armpits, between your legs, the back of your neck. Changing into a clean shirt, the sound of them unpacking the sleeping bags beckons your heavy shoulders and sore legs. You head back to the tents, ready for sleep, when you overhear Ghost volunteer for first watch.
"Twix will help me."
You hope the surprise isn't visible on your face as you nearly drop your backpack, swinging your gaze at him.
"I will?"
"It's been a few days since you've taken watch."
Your lips roll together then flatten, shoving down the blush that crawls your neck at the thought of being alone with him. Kyle looks like he is ready to take your place, but you nod in resignation, clear your throat, and finish tugging on the zipper over your clothes. "Yeah, of course. I'll help."
The others disappear into the tents, and you turn to sit on a fallen log, bow in hand. But before you can settle, you feel his presence—a shift in the air just behind you, then the solid pressure of his hand curling around your forearm. Without a word, he guides you forward, pulling you with an ease that leaves no room for hesitation. Your body moves instinctively as he leads you out of earshot of the tents, behind an abandoned car. It is now you realize he's changed into a black hoodie and shedded the tactical vest. He leans his rifle against the side of the car and looks down at you, saying nothing for a few seconds.
"Did you take away my chance to sleep and pull me over here just to stare at me?" you whisper, arms crossing against the gentle breeze that has cooled with the fallen sun.
He exhales through his nose before responding. "About yesterday."
You blink at him, hoping you don't fail at hiding how even the mere mention sets your nerves alight. "What about it?"
The way his eyes move slowly over your face suggests he is searching for the words. Finally, he says flatly, "It was just fucking. A distraction."
"A distraction," you repeat slowly under your breath. The bluntness hits you harder than expected. You bite the corner of your cheek, a bit too hard, and you narrow your eyes. "You really think I don't already know that?"
His broad shoulders roll back in a shrug and his tone shifts far too casual for your liking. "I just didn't want you getting the wrong idea."
The wrong idea. You rip your gaze away, scraping your fingertips into your arm, before looking back at him with a forced shrug of your own. "I can handle fucking, Simon. Like I said, I'm a big girl."
There is an audible inhale, then a low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he leans in, his darkened eyes locking onto yours. He cages you in with his arms, the familiar heat radiating from his touch and already making your brain fuzzy. His hand slides to the back of your neck, guiding you onto your toes as he tears off the mask and lays it on the hood of the car. The glimpse of his strong jaw and the flick of his tongue wetting his lips sends a shiver through you despite the lingering irritation at his words.
"Yes. You are," he murmurs, his voice rough and low, before capturing your mouth with his in a kiss that feels like the deep, soothing release of sinking into warm water after aching for relief.
You could kiss him for hours, you quickly realize, pleasantly fascinated by how hot and demanding his tongue feels against your mouth. He tastes like how he smells. Pine and salt. You submit to the pace of his lips, every graze of his teeth making your heart thicken. You move your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp, pulling him closer.
"There's something I need," he mumbles, voice etched with a tremble of impatience, and his fingers clench your shirt. With his other hand, he blindly reaches for the car door and forces the rusted thing open with a few tugs.
"What do you need?" you breathe out, secretly thrilled that he wants you, again, even when it's been only twenty-four hours since he last had you. The mutual desire erodes the fatigue in your limbs and awakens your arousal.
Without an answer, he spins your bodies, easing into the passenger seat, then pulls you in with him, closing the door with a soft click. The position is awkward at best—your head bumps into the roof, one knee wedged painfully into the center console from the lack of space. The car smells like stale leather and dust, but thankfully not like rot. It's far from enticing, but none of that matters when he forces the seat to recline, creating just enough room for you to lay on top of him.
You can feel him, hot and straining within his jeans, as you kiss him again and begin to move your hips instinctively. It is a thrilling notion, that you have made him hard so quickly, and you wonder if he ever touched himself like you did, stroking his cock with a callused hand that he imagined as you. The image of it, in combination with the friction on your pussy, has you greedily reaching to undo his belt buckle.
He breaks from your lips with a grunt and grabs your wrist. "Not that."
Huh?
You don't have the chance to question him before the notch in his throat bobs, and he begins unzipping your jeans, instead. "My face. Sit on it."
The blush on your cheeks is hidden in the car's small, dark space. His half-lidded gaze lifts to yours, and you nod absently before helping him push your pants and underwear to your ankles, shifting awkwardly to discard them to the floor. His hand immediately moves between your bodies, his fingers brushing against your wetness with a sharp inhale. It should make you embarrassed, but it doesn’t—not with the way he watches you, his other hand peeling off your shirt, the whites of his eyes flashing over your naked body with such unabashed hunger that you realize it must’ve been simmering in him for as long as it has in you.
Again, you're the only one undressed. His hands knead the plush of your ass, the massage to your sore glutes drawing a moan from you. He pushes you up his chest and you move your knees, until his face is level with your cunt, nose caressing your throbbing clit. You have to grip the headrest of the backseat to keep yourself steady, neck craned. His palms cup the backs of your thighs, keeping them apart.
He's already put his mouth on you, but for some reason, this time feels more vulnerable. You become unconsciously alert of the fact you are not the girl you used to be, the one who shaved every inch of her body before going on a date, and scrubbed her skin with perfumed body wash. You have been sweating all day in the French humidity, and not a single part of you is hairless. When he attempts to pull you to his mouth, you resist with a wiggle of your hips.
"You don't—we don't have to do this, you know. I mean, I haven't shaved in years and—"
He bites your thigh. "Stop talking."
"Ghost, I'm disgusting."
His brows furrow, confused, before he exhales a soft laugh, breath fanning your cunt. "I don't care."
You writhe. "No, seriously—"
"I'm a big boy, Twix," he throws back you.
His tone is final, and with that, he ignores your protests and tightens his hands on you, pulling you to sit on his jaw. His tongue licks a bold stripe from hole to clit, then back down to your hole, where he swirls it a few times before pushing in. Your mouth hangs open in a silent surrender. It is you at his mercy now. His mouth feels even hotter on your cunt for some reason, causing your head to lull forward because of the ceiling, hair dangling.
Your nails scrape into the leather. His tongue fucks you, nursing the sore flesh that his cock had stretched. He pushes you down with more force, and meets the juncture of your thighs with an arch of his neck, pressing his face deeper. There is a small worry that he might not be able to breathe, but it is erased when his tongue visits your clit with a heady groan, the vibrations of his vocal chords making your muscles flinch. He circles it with a light pressure. You reach down to grip his hair, silently demanding more. He listens, pressing his tongue harder.
"Fucking... yeah, like that."
One of his hands glides up your stomach and squeezes your breast. He keeps sucking, toiling with your puckered nipple at a similar pace. Despite the uncomfortable position, your hips buck and thrash. Your hand slaps against the window as he makes a sloppy mess out of you. The overgrown stubble on his jaw scrapes between your tightened thighs and the sting adds to the overwhelming sensations. You attempt to lift off, seeking a break, but he growls and strikes your ass, forcing you back down.
He licks at you expertly, as if having figured you out in just a few minutes. You screw your eyes shut, a small but swift orgasm rolling through you when you hear him slurp at your folds. He gathers it with a sweep of his tongue, humming. The aftermath leaves your trembling, breath jagged, as a larger one grows towards release.
"Been thinking about that all day," he whispers against you, continuing his ministrations. "Got another one for me?"
His tone feels mocking and desperate at once. Your nails press painfully into the condensation-painted glass. Your other hand fists back in his hair, curling and uncurling, but there is no point in trying to fight it, not when he parts your cunt with his fingers so he can lick more of it. You cum again, harder, almost convulsing as your head bangs upward. It feels never-ending, your moans uncontrollable. He laps you through it, even more relentless, drawing the pleasure for a near-minute, until your lungs can hardly function and you feel like you might collapse.
Your body is pliant and jelly-like when it finally fades. He takes hold of your waist to keep you upright, and pulls his mouth away with a dribble of leakage down his chin. Already, you know it will be impossible to forget that sight, his eyes dazed as if he is the one who just came twice.
His touch turns somewhat tender when he helps you back down to his lap. He doesn't bother wiping the obscenity from his mouth when he kisses the corner of your lips, firmly, then helps you slip back into your clothes since your brain doesn't seem to have full control over your limbs yet. It's when you place a hand on his thigh to shimmy on your jeans that you feel a distinguishable wet spot.
He finished, too.
The discovery makes your chest swell, and you nibble at your lip as you finish changing.
"Thanks," you whisper to him.
He doesn't say anything. He keeps the seat reclined and allows you to lay limp against him, feeling the uneven pace of his heart that matches your own. Clearly, he is a man of his word. This will not be a one time thing, even if it is just fucking. You sigh in sheer exhaustion from the day's activities, unable to ignore the weight in your eyelids as you inhale the residual musk in the air between your bodies. His chest feels firm and warm, a decent place to rest your head, and you think you feel a touch caress your hair.
You are supposed to be staying up to keep watch, but he doesn't seem ready to move you. Somewhere between wondering how long you can keep this hidden from Blue, and dreading how far you will have to walk again tomorrow, you drift to sleep.
When morning arrives, you are not curled up in a car, but tucked in a sleeping bag.
Ghost must've put you here, but you have no recollection of it, squinting your eyes against the harsh incoming of sunlight through the nylon walls. Nereida is in the bag beside you, not Blue, which offers a thread of relief. You carefully extricate yourself without waking her and join an awakened Price and Kyle for breakfast.
This morning feels slower than the last. Satisfied with the distance covered yesterday, Price is content with just making it to a town called Englos today. Then, you can focus on finding food and water during the evening.
Your energy is replenished with tomato soup and stale crackers. Blue sits with Ari to eat, and you casually glance at her, but she gives you a subtle shake of her head. No, she hasn't talked to him yet. You offer a small, forced smile and look away.
The day's journey begins after what you would guess is around 8 am. As you walk, you redo your braids, tucking the strands into place so they don't stick to your forehead. Kyle falls in step beside you in comfortable silence, while Ghost moves to the front of the group. He treats you exactly as before—offering only the rare glance of acknowledgment. As if you hadn't just sat on his face last night. As if he hadn't ate you out like you were a source of sustenance.
Though, you’re grateful for his distance. It makes it easier to stay discreet. If he were to look at you too long, you might give yourself away.
It's just fucking.
Nothing but small towns and sprawling fields surrounds you. You pick up a few more words of French and think back to how your parents took you here, but never to the countryside. It's beautiful. Picturesque, even, except for the occasional skeleton tucked between ambery stalks of wheat. You pass through a place called Bailleul, where the remaining buildings remind you of England, when you spot black graffiti inked on a small clock tower.
N'allez pas à Fleurbaix.
"Allez means go," you murmur, stepping over some broken glass. "So what does n'allez pas mean..."
"Picking up a new language?"
You swing your head at Kyle, blinking, and he chuckles lightly at your reaction.
"Yeah. I thought it might come in handy when chatting with the thriving local population."
He shakes his head in amusement. "Have you been here before?"
"When I was a kid. Once to Paris, and once to a ski resort."
"Ah. So you were one of those kids."
You frown. "What kids?"
"The kids who had money to go skiing."
You shrug, thinking back. "I mean, we weren't rich by any means. Just comfortable."
He nods, the companionable silence resuming as you replay the graffitied words in your head. N'allez pas must mean do not go. Do not go to Fleurbaix. You are about to ask Kyle if that is where you are headed when he speaks first.
"Are we good, Twix?"
His question throws you off guard. You make eye contact and he raises an expectant brow as if he is referring to something...
Right. He kissed you. It feels like forever ago since it happened, but it was only a week maybe. The memory almost makes you cringe, especially in comparison to what you've done with Ghost the past two days.
"Yeah," you dismiss breathily. "Yeah, of course. We're good."
He seems genuinely relieved by your answer, smiling with a sliver of teeth. "Good. I'm glad. I was an idiot and not in the right headspace. But still, I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable. I've been trying to give you space."
"It's fine, honestly," you tell him. "We are all under a lot of stress."
He releases a breath, then brushes a shoulder against yours. "So we're friends, you and I? Or something like that."
You nod with a little laugh, shifting the backpack. "Something like that. By the way, do you know if we are going by a place called—"
"Gaz. Come here for a moment," Ghost calls.
His tone is abrupt, causing everyone to halt. Without question, Kyle jogs over, his boots scraping against the gravel as he moves toward Ghost, who is crouched on one knee, fingers brushing over the matted grass at the side of the road. You squint, trying to figure out what’s caught their attention, and step closer to get a better look.
"A lot of them," Kyle says quietly, his palm pressing gently into the flattened vegetation. Now, you can see it—clear signs of something recently passing through. The ground is torn up, the plants bent and trampled. "It can't have been long ago," he adds, frowning as he observes the damage.
Ghost doesn't look up as he responds. "A horde went through here. Maybe in the last day." He inhales the humid breeze, and shifts his gaze toward Price. "I can smell them from the east."
"We could run right into them if we keep following the D231," Price mutters, drumming his fingers on the rear of his gun. He glances at the nearest road signs, then unfolds the map. "We could shift west for a few kilometers, through Fleurbaix, then cut back toward Englos."
"I just saw something that warned against going to Fleurbaix," you speak up.
Ghost's brow rises. You ignore the nerves that prickle your cheeks beneath his stare.
"I mean, there are signs saying keep out of everywhere by now," Kyle reasons. "That's probably from the start of the infection."
"It's either Fleurbaix, or risk a run in with the horde," Ghost says.
You nod, more so to yourself, and murmur under your breath. "Fleurbaix it is, then."
Bailleul fades at your backs as you keep moving.
The scent of Greys lingers in the shifting air, but it is difficult to detect amid the strong aroma of flowers that pop up in every shade, replacing the fields of wheat. Roses, violets, and some yellow one you don't recognize ornate the rolling hills for as far as you can see. The buildings turn more upright, strong stone that has yet to falter from neglect. You keep reading the signs, even though you don't have the map to refer to, and your spine tightens when you read Fleurbaix: 1 km.
You unsling your bow without thinking, tapping your nails against the wood.
The road becomes a bit windier as it cuts through some small farms. You even spot a few cows roaming the overgrown pastures which Blue seems curious by. You notice more painted words on the sides of the homes: Nous devons expier nos péchés. It repeats a few times, but you fail to translate it. The only part that clicks is nous, which you think means we.
We something... something...
After crossing a small bridge over a dried creek bed, you excuse yourself to relieve your bladder.
"Keep going, I'll catch up."
You step over what looks like a metal dog chain left on the road and situate yourself between a tree and old BMW. Squatting burns your thighs, and reminds you of your dried cum on them that you've tried, yet failed, to completely wipe off. You clench your teeth as you pee, when there is a sudden sound behind you that makes you flinch, and you quickly zip back up before whirling around. A rat—your shoulders sink. It sits up on its hind legs and stares at you with beady eyes.
"I guess I'm just jumpy sometimes, little guy," you whisper, leaning in. "You would be, too, if you've had to deal with what I have." The rat doesn’t blink. "Right. Well, I’m sure Ghost would think this is incredibly sexy—me having a talk with a rodent."
You sigh, watching him scurry away, but then another rat darts over your boot. You jerk back, gaze following its direction to an old building—a schoolhouse or chapel, judging by the circular stained-glass window below the roof. Beautiful shrubs lines the sides, seemingly well-kept. The door hangs ajar, with more vermin pouring out in an endless line.
"Jesus. Quite a lot of friends you have, huh?"
You glance down the road. The others are still close but walking ahead. You should catch up. It's not safe alone. But against your better judgment, you step toward the door, pushing it open. Rats scatter underfoot as a thick, rancid smell hits you. Death—fresh and cloying, even more so than the flowers.
Blood streaks the stone floor inside, pooling where vermin feast. Splintered pews lead to an altar. You freeze. Lying there ceremoniously is what's left of a body, hardly recognizable—ribs torn through flesh, a dangling optic nerve, a mangled groin. A plethora of bite marks cleave through the remains. Bile rises in your throat as the sound of gnawing echoes through against the sun-lit walls.
But what truly grips you is the writing, in blood, draped over a small cross.
Nous devons expier nos péchés.
You whip around and run, the door closing heavily behind you.
"Simon!" His name claws up your throat.
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Doomsday is Calling (Creme Republic)
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Cookie Union Officer: “Excuse me, sir. I can’t let you in.”
Pure Vanilla couldn’t believe it. He had arrived to the Creme Republic along with the other heroes and leaders to discuss the threat of the Beasts.
Yet he was being..turned away?
Cookie Union Officer: “That is right. Unfortunately, you were not invited and neither was your companion.”
White Lily Cookie: “I’m sorry, Pure Vanilla Cookie. I’ve tainted your reputation…”
Y/N Cookie: “Come on, can’t you make an exception? White Lily is not the same as Dark Enchantress Cookie.”
Cookie Union Officer: “Forgive me, Great Y/N Cookie, but haven’t you heard? The Vanilla Kingdom’s membership in the Union has been suspended due to ties with our enemy. As much as I hate going against your word, the Union has made their decision final on this matter.”
Y/N Cookie: “I…er…”
Clotted Cream Cookie: “….”
Golden Cheese Cookie: “….”
Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Y/N Cookie, please. You are also aware that the two are different, don’t you?”
Cookie Union Officer: “I’ll have to ask you to vacate the premises…”
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DOOOT!
Cookie Union Soldier: The forces of the Beasts. We’re doomed…argh! They’re cutting through our defenses!
Y/N Cookie: “Crumbs, we have to fall back to the last defense line!”
Dumpling Cookie: “Go! We’ll cover you!”
Y/N Cookie: “Come on, Cookies! We’re pulling back!”
Salsa Cookie: “They’re already here! Brace yourselves!”
Crowned Cupcake Cookie: “No Beast can ever put me away from you!”
Cookie Union Soldier: “Too powerful…ugh!”
The walls set up to protect the perimeter are brought down with a mighty force. You and the others brace yourselves for the impending attack.
Arrows fire right at Salsa Cookie, who did her best to dodge or deflect them, but it came at the cost of exhausting her. This left her with just a large enough blind spot for an arrow to strike her side, making her yell out in pain.
Burning Spice Cookie rushed at Crowned Cupcake, trading blows with their weapons. Both having a rush with their strikes, but share the same goal of bringing down the opponent before them. Crowned tried as she might, but one powerful strike was enough to send Crowned Cupcake flying back and landing next to you.
Dumpling Cookie, being left with no choice, readied her dual chopsticks.
A flash of purple light from amidst the smoke was all the warning she got before Silent Salt Cookie rushed at her with their blade, blocking them just in the nick of time.
You needed a bit to try and drag back Salsa and Crowned to safety, but that was barely enough before Dumpling herself was pushed back towards you.
Dumpling Cookie: “Go, Y/N Cookie. Run!”
Get it? :D
Y/N Cookie: “I won’t leave you!”
Mystic Flour Cookie: “Then allow me to do it for you. Fall.”
The three cookies before you started to cough as they turned pale.
Y/N Cookie: “No! What are you doing!”
Shadow Milk Cookie: “Lookie lookie, I found my Cookie!”
Y/N Cookie: “I’ll stop you! No matter what it takes!”
Shadow Milk Cookie: “Ooh, so scary~! Come on, Y/N Cookie. Your Guardians can’t save you this time~! Isn’t this just so fun to finally meet uninterrupted~?”
Mystic Flour Cookie: “This was a long time coming, Y/N Cookie. Futile as always to try and fight it…”
Burning Spice Cookie: “How incredibly BORING! Why did I expect a princess to entertain me with that effort!”
Silent Salt Cookie: “….”
Eternal Sugar Cookie: “Finally, my love! Oh, how I’ve waited all this time! I can way better than a dainty princess!”
Y/N Cookie: “You-“
Pure Vanilla Cookie: “No….”
Y/N Cookie: “What the?”
You turned to your right to see Pure Vanilla Cookie, his head down as he muttered his words. Was he watching this whole time?
His head suddenly snapped up and for the first time in ever, he was angry. He was very angry…
Pure Vanilla Cookie: “YOU WILL ALL REGRET COMING HERE! I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU!!!”
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「 ✦ 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ 」

❤︎ paring : bf!jungkook x fem!reader
❤︎ genre : drabble, pwp, smut, fluff
❤︎ word count : 0.7k
❤︎ warnings : mdni, explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls) dirty talk, dumbification (?), dom!jk, sub!reader, thigh slapping, finger sucking, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (lmk if i missed anything !!)
❤︎ a/n : sooo this is my first fic that im posting pls be nice 😭 this is lit so nerve racking i feel like this is so bad, so pls leave feedback !! i hope u do enjoy tho ! <3
“baby, you gotta be quiet. you want the neighbors to hear how im fucking you dumb right now?” jungkook murmured into your neck, slowing down his thrusts.
you whined response, and he kissed your neck lovingly. “i know baby.” he cooed into your neck, continuing to rock his hips into you sensually. the slow pace allowed you to feel his cock fully, stretching you out and rubbing against your walls. it had you falling apart under him, and he loved every second of it.
“jungkook.” you whine out, because thats all you could say. he was all you could think about at that moment. you wrap both your arms and legs around him, trying to bring him closer.
his breathing was heavy, hot against your neck as he picked up his pace again. you started to moan loudly again, and jungkook gave your thigh a quick slap. you gasped, and he pulled his face away from your neck to look at you.
“whatd i tell you, love? be quiet.” his voice was firmer now, and his thrusts were a bit more harsh. before you get a chance to respond, he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, and almost immediately, you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue.
his eyes darkened and a hint of a smirk plays on his lips. his hand on your thigh trails up and grips your hip, squeezing as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace.
you moaned around jungkooks fingers, your own digging into his arms as you tried to ground yourself. you felt the coil in your stomach tightening, a sign that you were getting closer to the edge, along with the clenching of your pussy around his cock.
he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and smeared your spit across your lips before dragging his hand to your other hip, picking up his pace more. “baby, i..” you breathe, your voice urgent. you try to get more out, but all you can do is whine helplessly.
jungkook hums, leaning down to kiss you passionately as he brings you to your orgasm. then before you know it, youre crying out against his lips, your body tensing as it crashes down on you.
the sight of you so lost in pleasure, eyes rolled back and lips parted, those pretty sounds he loved so much coming from them, along with the sounds coming from between your bodies, made jungkook let out a moan of his own, his hips stuttering. fuck, he was so obsessed with you.
“s-shit.. good girl..” he breathes out, but it comes out strained. he was losing himself in you now, fucking into you ruthlessly as he chased his own release. “so pretty when you cum for me. needa let me record you one day, baby.”
you clenched around him at the thought, nails scratching at his arms as you took his rough thrusts. you barely had time to recover from your first orgasm and you already felt one building up again.
and jungkook felt it, he knew it. so he brought his hand down and pressed his fingers into your clit, rubbing it frantically. you moaned out, the overstimulation mixed with pleasure making your body feel like it was on fire.
“cmon, love, one more. one for for me.” he urged you on, and almost as if on command, you came around him again with a cry of his name. and that did it for him, he came right after you. he let out a loud groan as his hips stopped completely, his head falling back in ecstasy.
you mewled softly under him as you both rode out your orgasms. after a few moments, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours, grazing a kiss over your lips. “did so good for me.” he praises through heavy breaths before pulling out of you, looking at the mess that was made between your legs.
like instinct, he collects it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, grinning at the sound you make and the way your hips jerk at the contact.
he rolls onto his side next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “im sorry for keeping you up.” he murmurs.
“no youre not.”
“im not.” he agrees, letting out a small chuckle. you hit him on the chest, but not enough to hurt.
“you can go to sleep now, princess.” he says, taking your hand on his chest and intertwining bis fingers with yours.
“no i cant. because now im wide awake.” you pout.
“well, we could always go for another round.” he suggests, running his hand up your side.
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🍒What Lures People Into You? 🏎️


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Pile 1 🍒
hiya. I feel like you lure people very easily .Almost like making a dog come up to you, it's not hard especially if you have something that they want. so for you I don't even feel like you lure these people in by doing anything I think they just naturally are attracted to you. yeah almost like it's your Birthright to be alluring. so these specific people that I'm talking about could be your soulmates people you supposed to be connected to. like I said before celebrities their true supporters/fans are their soulmates. I'm trying to figure out how to verbalize this but for you it's like you don't have to try because they're there. it's like you don't really have to try hard to get a dog because they practically are given if you know what I mean. So you could be born to be in some type of authority figure. so it's your Birthright to have people who want to follow you and want to protect what you have to say. so for you lovers and suitors are natural even if you dont feel like this it's true. you can have seventh house placements major. yeah but these people are meant to be in love with you they're meant to be alert to you. Honestly what lures people into you is you're a diplomatic nature. You come on very trustworthy you can have Libra placements because you give justice, you give peace you give authority. You allure people into you because they know that you're a good leader that you would be a good leader, that you would balance and protect your people. right now you might be at a place where you're still growing into yourself and because of that it draws people to you even more because they want to be around you before you get too big because they want to be on this journey with you. so you might notice a lot of people riding for you having your back, especially new people because they want to make sure they're here when it pays off. and not even on some Clout chasing stuff. yeah people just see you as a really good figure. Yeah the picture and the Channelled song are both Libra women (kim k in pic) so honestly you're just likeable. You can also have a really nice body and your style is timeless and also nostalgic at the same time so that's what draws people in. like people want to be tied to you they want to be associated with you. People also feel like you would pour back into them, pour back into community and it would be very spiritual. people are drawn to you because they know you're a divine person. I just heard they know that you can control their mind but not even that. I think you just can bring peace to a lot of people's life especially to their upper chakras.
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Pile 2 🥵
what lures people to you is your face. you have a really beautiful face, nice lips, your face or structure is really nice. you can be conventionally attractive, even if your features are maybe not conventional you're still conventionally attractive. because I'm getting your features wouldn't look good on other people and it's not because they're not good features they just look really good on you. so your features are unique to your face. you could be mixed or look mixed and that's what draws people in, people might not know your ethnicity. if you take pictures in black and white that could draw people in maybe a specific pic you have. Your hair lures people in. also your style people think you dress really nice. you could wear a lot of black for some people but either way they like your style. the way you dance, the way you sway draws people in. What lures people in is that they don't know what's going on in your brain. people want to know they want to find out like what do you think about. because on the outside you could be so beautiful and your face could always look poised or you come off that way but they know that it's something deeper. like you might be sitting there looking very angelic but they know that you're thinking about something so it's like what is pile two really thinking about. but you play it so well you have a really good Poker Face. you have good posture and pose very well. I feel like your energy might be very big but your physical self is small as in your classy. like you don't scream for attention your body language doesn't scream for attention you don't spread yourself out to be bigger. that's a power move when people open their legs and they stretch their arms up is to attract attention and seem bigger, you don't have to do that. That can make people nervous is what I heard. People might have to leave the room when you are there because you get so much love and if they can't handle that they leave. But that's what also lures people into you is that you could mix people up inside. like some people love that you make them insecure. if you know what I'm saying like you make them insecure but they still love you, they still want to be around you, they still like you because you're a good person and you're alluring. I guess for some people you Shine the Light on where they lack and maybe they thought they weren't lacking anywhere so they want to continue to be around you so you can show them where they need to level up. which is not your job at all but that's what alures some people. you're very peaceful your energy is very calming. you're very nice to look at and a lot of people could think you're their soulmate because of that. People can see you as being the one for them. You got people that's okay with being the sidepiece as long as they get to be around you/ please you. Yeah you strike people when you meet them. you make people realize where they still have Karma to burn off. Also if people have been to your house or they see glimpses of your house in pictures or whatever they really like that Draws them in.
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Pile 3 👀
What lures people into you is that you have so many different sides to you. I feel like a lot of people have different sides of them but they don't express these because they're afraid of being judged or people being weirded out. I think you're very open and expressive about that. so what lures people in is that there's a different version of you for every single person. it's like you got doubles of you that run different niches. like you have a stoner personality, a nerd, a hot head, a nurse, a race car driver. And a thing about it is it's very peaceful at the same time it's not overwhelming or crazy. if anything it gives Barbie. The number seven could be significant as well. you make a lot of money because of this? a lot of money because you 'll have your hands in so many different pots you can do a lot of things and you don't mind trying either. so people think that these different versions of you make you a lot of money. so that's what lures people in. people definitely see you as the jackpot. Neptune in 2nd? if people know that you aren't the richest they probably still think you have a lot of money but if they know you aren't a millionaire billionaire they feel like you're rich in love/spirit so it doesn't matter. so it's like pile three could easily get somebody who would pay their bills or give them money because they have options. or people could feel like a lot of people give you money and because of that you really are super abundant. also if you post daily or you post weekly on social media that draws people in.Yeah you're really healing to people's inner child and that's what lures them in. it's like if they get a daily dose of you they'll be all right. You can also be a really good muse so people are lured to you because they want to write about you, they want to write songs about you you're that person that gets a song writing about them. You inspire people to make music poetry love letters.
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Pile 4 🧚🏽
Whats alluring about you is that you can be kind of scary sometimes, but it's so sexy! it's like I don't know if I should be scared or turned on is what I heard. yeah you can be like the picture. one of those sexy villains that you low key root for because they're so fine like shego from kim possible. You could be drawn to another pile. yes like people are attracted to this dark side of you so that's alluring to them. What lures them in is some people will be okay with the third party because they don't even expect you to commit? It's lures ppl in when you are aggressive and you just say what you want. so you can't scare people off with your aggression it's sexy to them. because you're in your power! people don't like weak people. yeah if anything it makes you seem like more of a good marriage partner. yeah you could come in guns blazing and people will still be so turned on. they know that you're about that life that's what the people want lol. that's not to say that you like to be in this energy but you can be. I'm laughing cuz why do you being aggressive makes people fall even harder. yeah the only thing I can really compare to the best is shego. it's like yeah you're supposed to be rooting for Kim Possible but who didnt have a crush on shego. so it's like even if you weren't fair with the situation people still are okay with that. It lures them that sometimes you can be Domineering. it makes people want to give you money so you could lure in cash cows or pay pigs.But whats alluring about you is that people like that sometimes you can be the bad guy even if you're really not. Maybe you just stand up for what you believe in you don't take no mess. You give ride or die energy.
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Pile 5 ⭐
What lures people into you is your instagram!/social media Okay periodddd lol you could look younger, you could be younger that's what lures people in. Not in a weird way but you just might be in your early to mid twenties for some people. you could look like that or what lures ppl in is they don't know your age. your Instagram could be very aesthetically pleasing, like it could give venusian energy. so people can fall in love with you just off your instagram. yes like your Instagram doesn't give too much but doesn't give too little. it gives just enough. but your Instagram does make you look very attractive. this doesn't have to be IG it's going to be any social media that you have by the way. There could be a lot of fantasizing around your social media, so people can look at your pictures and fantasize about being with you. especially you selfies are very cute. The music you post lures people in. you can look expensive, you can smell expensive people assume you do. yeah your Instagram is so fire!!! wherever you post pictures it just comes together so well. if you have a picture that's black and white specifically they could like that. people could actually post like you or want to get their Instagram feed to look like yours. People think you have really good sex that's what lures them in. not they getting horny off your pics lol. even if you only post a couple pictures or selfies they are all hitters people love them. I don't want to say this but people could think that you lady/men part that is very tight/big, they can think that because you might be on the younger side or they just think you don't have a lot of bodies. and like when I say young I mean an adult still!!!! but basically you have little mileage is what lures people in. you have so many people that like you and they got money too. people sitting up there imagining you to be there spouse, what it would be like to live in a house with you, to have kids with you. this could be Tiktok, Twitter, Instagram but whatever people can get a glimpse of your face or your personality. it lures people in. your face is really pretty when you have your eyes closed people really are drawn in by that. this could give people the clue of what your sex face looks like or you're resting face. Yeah you might have your eyes closed in one picture and people are like that's what pile five probably looks like while they moan or are asleep. ;) Your social media could make ppl feel like their watching a goddess
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