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in the bathroom at work desperately googling how to better show that you love and care for someone. i want to show it and know how to show it right. i donât want to ask because i feel like that defeats the purpose. I need to figure it out and do it. because iâm obviously doing something wrong. i need to rea search love languages and how they interact with queer and autistic people. am i just doing the same Well I Just Thought Thatâs How You Do It when it comes to showing appreciation and love??? i donât wanna keep doing that, but i also feel like if i have to ask how to show love that it wonât be as meaningful when i do that thing??? i donât know maybe iâm just overthinking it. i am so anxious rn and im surprised i could do my job without my hands shaking too much. i donât wanna hurt them. i wanna be a good partner. i am very u well right now and thatâs no excuse, but i just wish i knew how to do better. maybe i didnât say thank you for food yesterday. i should make sure to tonight. i just love them so much and i donât wanna hurt them. i want to do what they need to feel loved. i feel like a fucking asshole and i donât even know what i did wrong. i just wanna be right for them.
#i think i asked for too much last night#and i fucking knew it would be#but i selfishly asked for it anyway.#i feel like im a horrible person#and i donât want to be#i want to be a good person for them#i just wanna be good#iâm so sorry#iâm sorry universe and sorry everyone around me#all this praise im getting at work feels disgusting#i feel so undeserving#if i canât even be a good partner for someone#how can i be a good person???#idk idk iâm having a very weird time#i wish i could go hold them#and make them food#and do things for them#i think thatâs one of my love languages#and i donât think it translates well#acts of service is just⊠not what people want??? i donât know???#making a sandwich isnât as big as i think it is and i need to learn that#it has spoken
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pathetic sub!yandere boys âĄ
pathetic, disgusting yandere boys that can't help but be obsessed with you.
wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part two
dom!fem!reader, stalking, begging, unhealthy relationship, mention of fucking
note: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT
Yandere boys are honestly adorable. But not just any regular yandere boys, im talking about pathetic boys that slowly turn possessive and less innocent the more obsessed they are with you.
The ones that stalk you in and out of school as they take pictures of you when you're not looking, even sometimes up your skirt when you're turned around! The ones that offer to help you with everything during school, blushing whenever you thank him and give him a compliment before rushing towards the nearest bathroom to jerk off cause they got hard from the small praise you gave them. how pathetic!
Yandere boys that would try their best to become your best friend, even going long lengths to hang out with you every second you're free.
You were going to go to the carnival with a friend? Suddenly that friend has to cancel on you because they feel sick, not knowing that your yandere added something weird to their lunch.
A friend asked if you wanted to hang with them later and you agreed? Thats weird because now they're not picking up their phone or answering their texts. Well guess who stole their phone and hid it somewhere where they wouldn't find it.
Whenever you're sad, your yandere will buy you loads of snacks and comfort you as best as they can.
Its cute really, how they try so hard to hide their obsession with you from you, even going as far as to anonymously threaten your friends that tell you how weird and creepy they are.
But everytime your friends warn you, you just smile back and them and say that [character] is just super nice to you and thats all.
Your yandere boy is so desperate for you that it's so pathetic yet so cute at the same time.
They think that you have no clue of his intentions or what he's done but little does he know, you actually do.
You know how they stalk you, how they try to separate you from your friends, how they're absolutely obsessed with you.
And so when you come over to their house to work on a class project, you're not surprised to find a big journal that has a heart on the cover with your name on it peeking out from under their bed when you come in their room. Opening it only to find lewd drawings and pictures of you alongside long paragraphs that your yandere wrote.
Reading the paragraphs and how it describes how every desire [character] has with you, even being specific as to say the exact details that would happen with each situation.
The first one you read includes how they want to get fucked by you, describing how they want to be bent over their bed as they cry and sob from the pleasure you give them.
It continues with you making him cum multiple times as you wrap a hand around his neck, leaning towards their ear to whisper degrading praise to him.
You continue reading the rest, watching as his desires turn darker and darker as they become even more specific than before, as if they actually happened before.
But before you could reach the end, your yandere opens the door with some snacks in his hand. Poor him really, cause he would have never expected for you to find out about his obsession with you.
But you're glad you did because now you get to watch as he pauses at the door, dropping the snacks in shock when he sees you with his journal in hand. Watch as his eyes flood with tears as he begins to shake from fear and shock, his face turning red as he tries to choke back a sob. Watch as he stumbles in front of you, landing on his knees as he looks into your eyes to no longer see any love in them but instead something dark that makes him shiver. Maybe it's disgust, maybe it's something entirely else.
They beg you to forget what you just saw, tears flooding down their face. It's just so embarrassing for them that you found out about their obsession with you. You can't help but coo at them as you tilt their head towards you, pressing your foot against the bulge in his pants because of course he couldn't help but get hard in this situation. That's just how pathetic they are, you think its cute though.
Hearing them let out a pitiful whimper as he lays his head on your thigh, pleading you with their eyes. Big cute eyes that try to convince you that he's done nothing wrong.
The situation is no longer about the journal when he starts to let out adorable noises when you continue to grind your foot against his bulge, making him quickly cum in the matter of seconds.
But even though he just came just a few moments ago, the way you call them pathetic with the disgust in your voice makes him hard again as he hump your foot.
They'll let you do anything to them. Dress them up, degrade him, humiliate them, they dont care! They're yours to use.
Secretly, your yandere is grateful that you found the journal under their bed. They actually wanted you to. They wanted you to get disgusted as you read the contents within their journal.
They hoped that you would punish them for how lewd and disgusting they are and they would be so grateful when you actually do.
Make the situations in his journal that he forever dreamed of come true as all he can do is moan and scream your name as you use him like a toy for your pleasure. Make him fall apart underneath you as his body gets littered with bite marks that compliment his body so nicely.
If he's too loud, shut him up with a choker or even better, your panties. The way his eyes would roll back as he cums for the nth time that night. But you're not done with him yet, oh not anytime soon.
You have to punish him for everything that he's ever done to you.
The whole situation is messed up but no matter how obsessed they are with you, you wouldn't ever trade them for the world. After all, they're your yandere.
ty for reading to the end! †- chaepink
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make you mine â jjk
You never suspected the evil would have taken the form of Jungkook, a hot guy from your college, but when he takes interest in you, you rapidly discover the secret he's hiding.
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pairing: incubus!jungkook x fem!reader
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genre: horror, smut, college au, jennifer's body au
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word count: 5.8k
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warnings: graphic description of gore (mention of blood & injuries), dub-con, jock!jk, implied inexperienced!reader, dom jk/sub reader, unprotected sex, praising, fingering, multiple orgasms, jk's kinda mean but hey he's evil so đ€·đ»ââïž.
a.n.: here she is guys đ it was both hard & fun to write lol but honestly the result is *chef's kiss*. read the warnings pls thank you!! im so scared of posting it đ„Č
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Jungkook thinks he never felt that much pain in his whole entire life. Itâs like his soul is screaming from the inside out, as if someone stabbed him in the stomach, tearing his guts apart.Â
Oh, but thatâs actually what happenedâŠ
How can he still be alive? He swears he was dead seconds ago, losing liters of blood through the cut in his stomach. But heâs very much conscious right now, getting out of the woods he was brutally murdered in. Well, is it still murder if he survived?Â
It doesnât really matter anymore anyway. All he can think about at this moment is how hungry he is. He would devour anything he can eat, and god, why does the person on the other side of the pavement look so⊠edible?Â
He feels the dried blood dripping from his mouth and his hands stained in the same red substance, holding his stomach where, surprisingly, he is no longer bleeding from.The pain is atrocious, but he needs to fucking eat, and he approaches the person faster.Â
The moment they notice him, their eyes grow bigger and they let out a strident scream, but Jungkook gives them no time to leave.
He doesnât know what in the hell possesses him to jump on that poor human, his teeth becoming sharper than they ever were, shredding their neck in pieces, their screams slowly dying down as he eats like a starved animal.
The fresh blood is coating the dried layer on his chin. He feels like an uncontrollable beast, and heâs literally acting like one right now. No one with a right mind would have ever done this⊠but itâs like he isnât a human.Â
He was revived from the dead, he canât possibly be human anymoreâŠÂ
He has an idea as to why this happened.Â
Those girls â that girl band who he seemed so enthralled by â sacrificed him, and for whatâŠ? For fame? For money? Whatever it is, they killed the wrong person because obviously the sacrifice didnât fucking work.Â
Well, at least on Jungkookâs side.Â
He doesnât know where they went â probably out of town, living their best life as if they didnât murder a guy for their crappy albums to get more sales.Â
Heâs cursed now, or whatever the hell is happening to him.Â
He looks down at his victim; itâs a man.Â
As he eats, he suddenly feels nauseous, vomiting what he had so far swallowed. A dark liquid comes out of his mouth, and god, itâs even more painful than the cut in his stomach.Â
He feels disgusted by himself â why isnât he full? Eating felt so good, considering how starved he was, but itâs like he ate something ⊠expired.Â
Argh, whatâs wrong with him⊠He ate someoneâs guts, of course it doesnât taste like a 5 stars meal. Then why did his instinct tell him to do that?Â
Thatâs fucked up.Â
The next few days are horrible for Jungkook.Â
After that night, he doesnât eat anything except for raw chicken and other types of meat that were just not enough to satiate him. It doesn't taste good either.Â
He lays in bed most of the time, having no energy, skipping the gym and his practices, which he usually never does. He gets texts from his friends, but he doesnât bother to check his phone.Â
Itâs on Sunday night that he decides to leave his bed, going to look at himself in the mirror. He has big dark circles under his eyes â not particularly flattering. Heâs still very hungry, but none of the food in his fridge makes him want to eat.Â
Thereâs one thing heâd want, thoughâŠÂ
Itâs when he receives a text from a specific person that he knows what to do.Â
iseul: hey, gguk. wanna study together for tomorrowâs exam?
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âHey, man,â Jungkookâs teammate, Doyun, greets him. âHeard about Hana? Thatâs fucked up,â he states, walking beside his friend. âAnd right after Iseul⊠My parents refuse my sister to go out alone now.â
âYeah, I heard,â Jungkook replies, not really caring, but still listening.Â
Itâs not like anybody liked Hana before, he doesnât understand why everybody suddenly cares now that sheâs dead. She needed to die to finally have some importance. How sad.Â
She wasnât that good of a laid either, so really, whatâs the matter? Sure, itâs tragic, but whoâs going to miss her besides her family.Â
âCanât be an animal at this point,â his teammate says under his breath, âDo you wanna know what Iâm thinking?â
Not reallyâŠ
âWhat?â
âIâm thinking itâs gotta be some âJack the Ripperâ kinda guy. You know those freaks who wanna be the modern this or that.â
Kind of offensiveâŠÂ
Jungkook rolls his eyes without Doyun noticing, snickering at his words.
âThe policeâs saying itâs a bear or some shit,â Jungkook explains, reaching his class. âThatâs more believable than your âmodern Jack the Ripperâ.â He mimics quotes with his fingers, stopping in front of the classroom.Â
Doyun still doesnât seem convinced, but itâs not Jungkookâs job to make him less stupid. He can believe what he wants, heâs not an investigator even though he thinks he is.Â
âSee you at practice, alright?â
âYeah, later, man.â
Jungkook has never been very attentive in class. He doesnât care about a lot of things and college is one of them. He wouldnât be here if it wasnât for his parents and their high expectations of him.Â
Heâs looking outside the windows, noticing the grey clouds, heavy rain pouring from the sky. A flash of lighting breaks through the sky, hearing the thunder a second after.Â
Nobody seems attentive either, all interested in the thunderstorm thatâs starting. It might be the strongest theyâve seen in a couple of years.Â
âCrap,â the teacher says as the electricity is cut off, surely because of the thunder.Â
Girls are gasping, some of them whispering to each other about how creepy the situation has become while the professor waits for the power to get back on, wanting to continue teaching his class.Â
Jungkookâs phone lights up as he gets a new notification. He takes a glimpse, reading the text he just received.Â
doyun: practiceâs canceled..Â
Great, Jungkook thinks. He really needed to get some steam off, but it wonât happen today.Â
âSir!â A girl raises her hand, catching the attention of the professor. âAll classes got canceled. Can we leave? Apparently, the power isnât coming back in a few hours.â
âWell, I wonât teach in the darkâŠâÂ
The professor seems quite disappointed, but he lets everyone go back home, seeing no point in staying if he canât teach.Â
While exiting the classroom, Jungkook gets bumped into by someone. He doesnât move much, but the person drops their books on the floor, bending down to pick them up hurriedly.Â
âShit⊠Sorry, I wasnât looking where I was going,â you apologize, standing back up when you have all of your books in your arms.
âItâs fine,â Jungkook mumbles and you give him a straight smile, still feeling apologetic.Â
He recognizes you from highschool, a girl he never talked to, but who he knew the name of. Then, he watches you walking away for a short moment, eyeing your form up and down, memorizing it.Â
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Youâre in the cafeteria, sitting with your friends, waiting for about a good 30 minutes now. The storm from yesterday is still ongoing, and the power is very unstable, cutting off every couple of times.
The finals are scheduled for today and the administration told the students to come regardless of the storm, thinking it would stop during the night. So youâre waiting to be sent to the gym where the exams are usually taking place, but seeing the electricity goes off and comes back every second, it isnât the best time to start an exam.Â
People are free to go, itâs college after all, but most of the students are staying in case a decision is made. You know you wouldnât want to skip your exam, thatâs why youâre staying, even though it is starting to get really long.Â
No murder has happened since the beginning of the storm, confirming the police suspicions that it might be a wild animal doing this. A bear wouldnât come out during a thunderstorm, hence why no bodies have been found or anyone going missing.Â
You donât really know what to think about the whole thing. You never really experienced anything of the sort before, only ever seen it in the news, taking place in a far away city. Now, itâs really different to see it in person, seeing people grieving, freaking out.Â
You donât understand how an animal would do such a thing, especially since they arenât known to attack humans, or⊠eat them. But everybody is kind of desperate to find a culprit.Â
As youâre looking through your notes, you notice that youâre missing a piece of information that you absolutely need to know for your test. You would ask your friends, but none of them are in this class with you. Plus, you forgot your book so the only solution would be to go to the library.Â
The place is lit up by candles and oil lamps. The power doesnât seem to have come back here.Â
The librarian isnât even here, so you canât ask her for directions, which would be really useful, but youâll do without. You go to the biology section and start searching for the book you need. It takes you some time, carefully looking through the shelves until you notice an older edition of the book. You hope what you need is in there.
You start flipping the pages to the right chapter, but you jump out of surprise and drop the book to the floor at the sound of someone elseâs voice.Â
âArenât you supposed to attend your exam?â
Itâs the guy you bumped into yesterday; Jungkook.Â
Whatâs weird is that you didnât at all hear him, you could have swore you were alone in the library. Guess heâs a really quiet walker, hence why you didnât even see him coming out of the classroom the day before.Â
âUh, y-yeah,â you stammer out, furrowing your brows. You bend down to pick up the book, his eyes following your movements closely. âJust had to come here for this,â you say and show the object in question in your hand. âWhat about you?â
He leans on the shelves beside him.Â
âDidnât feel like wasting my time back there,â he explains and you nod, not really sure what he wants exactly⊠Itâs not like youâre friends or anything.
You canât see much of him with the low lighting in the library, but you still catch on the way heâs looking at you intently. It makes you slightly uncomfortable, considering heâs towering over you with all his height. And Jungkook is very tall compared to you.Â
âIs- Is there something else you wanted to ask meâŠ?â You manage to let out, voice a bit shaky and uneasy.Â
âAre you scared?â he asks casually.
He steps closer to you, and you donât understand why you donât step back. Itâs like you donât dare.
âWhat?â
âThe storm. Pretty intense, right?â
Is he really interested to know if youâre scared of storms or is he playing with you? Why would he even play with you in the first place, thatâs what you wonder.Â
His behaviour really confuses you. Itâs true that you donât know him, but he isnât the type of guy to just⊠creep girls out. Maybe itâs not his intention though?
âOh, yeah⊠Itâs- itâs nothing I've ever seen before,â you confess in a weak voice.Â
âMe neither,â Jungkook replies.Â
You hold the book against you tighter like itâs some sort of protection, or just as emotional support. You donât know whatâs up with him, but it has you feeling some type of wayâŠÂ
You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter as he gets even closer, trapping you between him and the bookshelves.Â
Yes, youâre scared, but not of the storm⊠of him.
And⊠thereâs a part of you that likes it â likes the attention he gives you, the way his dark eyes look at your body. His gaze makes you think of a carnivore, a predator.Â
Youâre the food he was looking for.Â
âItâs really loud, isnât it?â he observes. âI wonder⊠if you had to scream, would anybody hear you?â
That startles you right away.Â
âJungkook-â Saying his name seems to catch his attention, his eyes looking directly into yours. âStop it.â
He doesnât break eye contact, and youâre destabilized by how long he can hold your gaze, a shiver running up your spine, making the hair on your arms stand up.Â
Itâs only to whisper in your ear that his eyes leave yours.Â
âStop what exactly?â
His hot breath hits the side of your neck, hearing your heart pounding in your chest, the knot in your stomach becoming heavier and heavier. Your hands clasp around your book, holding onto it for dear life as you gulp down the excess of saliva in your mouth.Â
You scrunch your eyes shut when you feel his hands on your hips, fingers sneaking under the hem of your top. Your core heats up, blood rushing to your cheeks⊠and clitoris.Â
âWhat do you want?â You breathe out, opening your eyes when Jungkook faces you again.Â
He takes the book from you, putting it back onto the shelves, not caring if itâs the wrong placement.Â
âJust a little bit of fun,â he answers, âwouldnât you like that, hm?â He slips his index finger under the band of your skirt, pulling you closer to him, his lips only centimetres away from yours. âI know girls like you are too shy to ask for it⊠So Iâm making the first move.âÂ
âNo, I-â You begin, but donât have the time to finish your sentence.Â
âItâs fine, Iâm gonna take the lead. You donât have to worry about anything, pretty,â he tells you, tilting his head and pressing a light kiss to your lips. Surprisingly, you reciprocate it. He pulls his hand away from your skirt, enveloping it around your throat, not putting any pressure yet. âI knew youâd be into it, youâre a little freak, arenât you?âÂ
You donât know what to answer. Is there even anything you can say back to him? Whatâs the point of lying when he has you trapped between his large body and the bookshelves, his tattooed fingers gripping your neck, his lips brushing over your face.Â
But would that be really a lie saying heâs wrong about you? He doesnât know youâŠ
He kisses you again, this time sloppier, his tongue dominating yours easily. He nudges your legs open with his knee, his other hand swiftly diving under the hem of your skirt, groping your flesh in a lewd way that keeps you out of breath â apart from the fact that his tongue is currently exploring your mouth.Â
He graces the bump of your pussy covered by your panties with his fingers, making your knees buckle at the unexpected contact. He rubs the pad of his middle finger over your clit, a whine escaping your throat, muffled by his mouth on yours. The moment is brief until he slips his hand into your underwear.Â
You try to make him stop by grabbing his wrist, pulling away from his lips to pathetically whisper a âp-pleaseâ that makes him chuckle.Â
âAlready begging for me, sweetheart?â He softly laughs, smirking at you. âExcited by the idea of a guyâs fingers in your little cunt instead of yours? Is that it?â
You frown because that wasnât the reason why you begged him, but now that he said this⊠your thoughts are going into a completely different way. Whatâs wrong with you?
âDo you wanna know how it feels, baby? How itâs like to have your pussy stuffed by someone elseâs fingersâŠâÂ
Heâs not waiting for an answer as he starts stroking your bud of nerves in slow circular motions, applying some pressure to really make you feel it. You let out another whine, this time of pleasure.Â
Jungkook then shifts down to your entrance, circling it with a lot of delicacy, but this gentleness of his doesnât go on for long as he pushes a finger into you. You bite down on your bottom lip â the size of his fingers are in no comparison to yours. Your eyes swell up in water, little cries escaping your mouth when he adds a second digit.Â
âI know, I know,â he whispers, âmust be uncomfortable, hm?â You nod your head, confirming his words. âItâll feel good soon, I promise. Youâre used to the feel of your tiny fingers, itâs normalâŠâ
When he says this, you have a hard time believing him. How could it feel good when you werenât at all prepared for this â when itâs not what you wanted.Â
He begins to move his fingers inside of you, slow and long strokes at first, circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. He curls his fingers, making a little hook, patting your sweet spot. The intrusion is uncomfortable, but it progressively gets so much more pleasurable as he thrusts into you at a regular pace.Â
Tears are still falling down from your eyes, eyelashes wet and sticky, but they arenât the result of your painâŠÂ
âYouâre pretty when you cry,â Jungkook murmurs beside your ear, butterflies in your stomach when he tells you this.Â
He unwraps his hand from your throat to instead grab your thigh, placing your leg around his hip. You now feel his fingers way deeper inside of you, gently and deliciously stimulating your g-spot. You dare to look down where his left hand is operating between your thighs, sliding in until heâs knuckles deep into your pussy. This makes you breathless, head rolling back on your shoulders and hitting the shelves behind you.Â
âOh, my god-!â You exclaim when Jungkookâs ministrations bring you so close to your orgasm. Your legs are twitching, your body warning you of your approaching high.
Youâd probably be more aware of his hard cock trapped in his baggy jeans, but you literally cannot focus on anything else other than Jungkook fingering you, hitting your sensitive spot each time he thrusts in.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he encourages, moving faster. âYou feel it? Huh?â He asks and you croak out a weak âyesâ. âTell me how it feels.â
You hate his questions â you hate them so much. He knows how you feel, but he wants you to say it, he wants you to say that you enjoy it, and⊠your body really does.Â
âG-Good.â
âYeah?â he breathes out, fucking your cunt with his fingers, enthralled by the little moans you let out.
âYes,â you confirm, closing your eyes and nodding your head. âFuck!â You curse out when you finally reach your high, grasping onto his forearm as you ride out your orgasm, your entire body shaking.Â
Jungkook helps you by slowly rubbing your puffy clit in circles, telling you more dirty words in your ear, all said in the sweetest voice, as if what heâs doing can be described as anything sweet.Â
âGood girl,â he praises, âsee, I told you itâd feel great.â
He still has his head in the crook of your neck, and you frown at the feeling of sharp teeth against your skin. Itâs barely there, just brushing over it, as if hesitating to act⊠but Jungkook retrieves back, looking into your reddened eyes.Â
He could stop there, but he wonât â though he got what he wanted, he needs moreâŠÂ
He pulls his hand out of your panties, fingers glistening in your arousal. âOpen wide for me, baby,â he instructs.Â
You glance at his hand, a little repulsed. Youâve never thought about tasting yourself and itâs surely nothing youâd have ever done⊠if not for Jungkook.Â
You then reluctantly open your mouth and he enters his wet fingers in.Â
âSuck,â he adds on, expecting you to follow his orders, and you do without a second thought.Â
He stares down at you while you lick his fingers clean and he slides them a bit deeper, pushing down on your tongue. The taste of yourself isnât what you thought itâd be⊠It doesnât taste much, in fact.Â
He removes his fingers from your mouth only to put them in his own after. âAs sweet as you are,â he grins. âTurn around.â
You hesitate for a second, looking at him credulously, before doing what he asked you to do on trembling legs.Â
âAre youâŠ?â You say under your breath, looking over your shoulder and seeing Jungkook pulling the zipper of his pants down.Â
âGoing to put my cock into you?â he finishes your question for you. âYeah, I am.â
You stop breathing at his answer, sensing his deft fingers touching your thighs and hips, going under your skirt to drag your panties down.Â
He soon gets his cock out of his briefs, pumping himself a couple of times before aligning his head with your dripping wet entrance. His tattooed hand keeps your skirt crumpled up over your ass, laying the other one on your hip.Â
âCareful, sweetheart,â he says softly beside your ear, âbecause this might sting a little bit more than two fingers.â He swipes the head of his cock through your sticky folds and all you can do is moan pathetically at the feeling, lewd, wet noises echoing in the big library.Â
You canât see his length even with the way you contort your head to look over your shoulder, but youâre still able to see his chest and hips moving as he pushes his cock into your pussy. Though you have no idea what he looks like, the painful feeling of your cunt getting stretched out to his size tells you heâs really big.Â
And he was right. This hurts way more than his fingers, the two feelings are not comparable at all.Â
âJungkook-,â you cry out, holding the shelves in front of you till thereâs no more blood in your knuckles.Â
He hears you, loving the sounds youâre making because of him and the way you say his name with eyes full of tears. When he bottoms out inside of you, his pelvis flushed against your ass, he lets out a low grunt and throws his head back, closing his eyes to savour the pleasure entirely.Â
You involuntarily clench around him, making him tighten his grip on your hip. He then starts thrusting into you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at a slow but harsh pace. Each time he bottoms out, Jungkook makes sure the skin of his thighs slap against your ass, the sounds almost as loud as your little moans and whimpers.Â
But the storm is so intense and noisy that heâs pretty sure nobody else in the library could hear you â if there was anyone here apart from the two of you anyway.Â
Your wetness allows him to fuck his cock into your pussy back and forth, welcoming him so perfectly without any restriction. Itâs almost impossible for him to not hit your sweet spot, and he reaches so much deeper when he lifts up your thigh with the hand that was previously placed on your hip.Â
You donât know how long you can stay in this position, especially when Jungkookâs drilling his hard cock into you like nothing else matters. Itâs like he needs it from you, and as the pleasure only builds up in you, you start thinking you need it desperately, too.Â
Youâre breathing heavily, and so is he, feeling his hot breath on your neck when he tilts his head down closer to yours. You can clearly hear his breathing now as well as his deep grunts that leave his mouth every time your walls close tightly around his girth, literally sucking him in.Â
âShit,â he curses out as he pushes lightly on your back, deepening the arch of it so your ass is flushed against his pelvis. âHow could I have ever passed over you⊠Youâre so- fuck,â Jungkook chokes out, not finishing his sentence, but you have a guess on what he wanted to say.Â
He then kisses your neck pretty messily, but it only raises the temperature of your body, your skin boiling hot under his soft lips. He leaves a wet trail behind, going up to your ear, down to your shoulder.Â
Telling him to stop isnât even possible anymore, it wouldnât make any sense⊠would be absolutely stupid when youâre so close to your second orgasm.Â
As he thrusts into you, his balls smack your pussy, and the sounds are just too vulgar, but itâs honestly arousing you so much. Jungkook lets go of your thigh to take a hold of your jaw, turning it around so he can look at your face.Â
Your mouth is ajar to let out big puffs of air, and itâs the same for him, his breathing being irregular and heavy. He didnât think he would ever need something that badly, which is making you his, surprisingly enough.Â
Making you his in whatever way possible; whether itâs by fucking you or eating you â or both. Jungkook doesnât care, he just wants it.Â
It doesnât take long for your second orgasm to pass through you, arms and legs shaking as the knot at the pit of your stomach snaps. Jungkook feels it very clearly, your walls hugging his cock terribly tightly, bringing him closer to his own orgasm as well.
âHoly fuck,â he hisses, his hip thrusts accelerating, literally burying his cock in your cunt until he slips out. He rapidly strokes himself and cums on your ass, strings of white cum falling on you. âOh, godâŠâ
He stays in this position for a couple of seconds, catching his breath. He then slightly backs away, making sure to keep your skirt crumpled up over your butt, looking at the mess he made of you.Â
Suddenly, you both catch on the voices entering the library, making you rush to dress up and clean yourselves â especially you.Â
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Youâre in your bedroom, studying and writing down on your notebook while lying down on your bed. Itâs relatively quiet in your house, hearing the TV downstairs playing and the ceiling fan above your head running.Â
The ringtone of your cellphone breaks the silence, buzzing on top of your bedsheets. Itâs a number that you donât recognize, but the first digitals show you that itâs a number from your area. So you pick it up.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHey, pretty.â
âUh, who is this?â You ask the person on the other side of the line because you have no idea who would call you like this. They must know you.
âTake a guess,â they say, and their tone is oddly a little flirty.Â
You frown, starting to remember where you heard this voice for the last time⊠And in which situation exactly.Â
â... Jungkook?âÂ
He laughs at that and you can imagine the cheeky smile heâs sporting right now.Â
âYou got it,â he replies, âsee, I knew youâd remember me.âÂ
You immediately feel uneasy despite the fact youâre just talking through the phone, but things have happened since your encounter with Jungkook.
Things such as more dead girls, all brutally murdered by this âanimalâ.Â
You suspected nothing until you noticed how tired looking Jungkook was a day or two after what happened in the library. Normally, you wouldnât have looked at him, but you literally couldnât get him out of your head after how intimate the both of you had been together.Â
Each time he was in the same hallway as you, youâd give him a glance and nothing more as you were too shy to talk to him or even look at him for too long.Â
But sometimes you dared to watch him a little longer when he didnât know you were in the same room as him.Â
And you saw the dark circles, the bad attitude he had with his friends, and the disdain look he seemed to give to everybody. You also saw him get in his car with a girl. You were jealous for a second, but you felt totally different the next day when that same girl went missing and that Jungkook seemed to be doing fine again.Â
At first, it was just silly thoughts, but it was too strong of a coincidence, you couldnât think about anything else.Â
âYeahâŠâ You say back, shoulders tense as you sit up on your bed. âHow did you get my number?âÂ
âAsked Doyun for it,â he simply explains. âYou did a project back in highschool together. Remember?â
You do remember. You were so stressed out about it. Paired with a popular jock? You believed the teacher was against you, but it turned out that Doyun was way nicer than you thought.
âLuckily, you didnât change numbers.â
Lucky for who?
âRight,â you huff out, looking through your window, a shiver passing through you at the thought of Jungkook hiding somewhere.
âWhatâre you doing?â he asks.
âUhm, just studying⊠Why?âÂ
âWanna go out with me?â Jungkook proposes after a few seconds of silence.Â
You look through your window again. Itâs dark outside. This would be such a bad ideaâŠÂ
âItâs 9 p.m. on a Thursday night,â you begin, sounding way too bitchy for his liking, âwhere would we go? And why would I even go out with youâŠâ
âThe parkâs always open,â he adds.
âWhat-â
âRelax. Nothing bad gonna happen, alright?" his voice resonates through the phone, hearing a slight laugh after. "I miss you, that's all."
You bite down on your lip, shaking your head to get all of your stupid thoughts away. As much as you hate to admit it, you love hearing that from Jungkook. Thatâs all you wanted him to say since he left you in the library⊠tell you he needs you as much as you need him.Â
But this isnât the time for that â there wonât ever be another time anyway.Â
You respond nothing and so he takes it as a yes. âIâll come pick you up in 10 minutes. Put something pretty on,â he chuckles, hanging up.Â
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The park isnât an open space with benches and a fountain. Itâs basically the woods where you go for hiking. There are paths you can follow that will all lead you to the same place at the end.Â
You could have thought of something smarter, or less dangerous, but you didnât have any time. Jungkook showed up at your entrance precisely 10 minutes after he hung up and you werenât exactly ready to see him just yet.Â
You had to get in his car anyway, the whole ride being quiet until you arrived at your destination. Your stomach churned up the moment you entered the woods, Jungkook behind you.Â
Your heart is still beating super fast right now, whether itâs because youâre absolutely scared or because Jungkook is kissing you feverishly, it doesnât matter. You canât do this, and you donât know how it might end for you if you let yourself be distracted by him.Â
âJungkook,â you manage to say between kisses. You push harder on his chest, making him stop from putting his tongue in your mouth. âWe need to talk,â you say firmly.Â
âAbout what?â he chuckles, diving back down to the crook of your neck where he plants wet kisses, his hand sneaking up under your dress while the other holds your hip.Â
You squirm, fighting hard to not let yourself give in to his touch.Â
âI saw⊠I saw Jia and you getting into your car the other day,â you confess and he backs away from your neck when he hears that, looking intently at your face.Â
âAnd? You were jealous, is that it?â He questions, lifting one eyebrow.Â
âNo! I mean-,â you answer right after, thinking about what to say and how to say it. âShe went missing the day after you saw her, and-â
Jungkook gets visibly annoyed, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. He lets go of you, still looking at you, but not with lustful eyes anymore.Â
âWhat? What are you trying to say, huh?â He huffs out. âThat I killed her? Fucking crazy.â
You feel bad. Is he really guilty?
He has to be. You know he is.Â
âBack in the library,â you begin to say, âwere you⊠did you intend to kill me?â You eventually say it all, breath caught in your throat as you watch Jungkook registering your words.Â
He sighs, âwhy would it matter?â You frown at that, about to respond, but he steps closer to you, trapping you between him and the tree again. âJust let me take care of you, gonna make you feel good, babyâŠâÂ
He slips his hands under your dress so rapidly that you donât have any time to react, immediately overwhelmed by his groping and his lips all over you.Â
But you get back your senses, using all your force to push him away. You succeed to have a safe distance between the two of you.
âSo youâre admitting it!? You wanted to- to do the same thing to me!â
âNo,â he disagrees, his voice harsh, sounding quite annoyed. âI just wanted- Fuck!â he exclaims angrily, but itâs like he doesnât know what to say.Â
âYou could have everybody you wanted, Jungkook,â you state, looking him into the eyes, âwhy me?â
He looks back at you and you wonder how you couldnât have seen it before⊠The evil.Â
âWhy not? Youâre hot, kinda a stuck-up, but I had to try it, you know,â he chuckles. âFor a nerdy girl, you sure know how to take dick.â
It angers you to a pointâŠÂ
âFuck you!â
And without thinking twice, you reach down to pick up the pocket knife you hid in your boot before.Â
You open it and you rush toward Jungkook, stabbing him in his lower stomach. You retrieve the knife a bit too hastily, resulting in you dropping it and falling down on your butt to the ground.Â
Jungkook also falls down, holding onto his stomach, red blood dripping out of his cut onto his hands. He yells out many curses, sucking air through his teeth to appease the pain as much as he can.Â
You watch him, startled and out of breath, eventually turning around and searching for your knife. When you find it, you get back up and to Jungkook, but he isnât there anymore.
He has completely disappeared.Â
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im in LOVE w your yandere ddlg fics⊠can i request one w namjoon? đ«Łđ«Ł i feel like he fits the ddlg concept so well ugh
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pairing: yandere! namjoon x f. reader
genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship au ||
summary: if namjoonâs life were a book, he thinks the day his eyes set on you, it had been the start of a fairytale. where he is the prince, and you, his princess.
word count: 5.5k
tags/ warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff, buff bf namjoon, reader is definitely an ipad baby, sheâs also very very spoiled, and very very shy, ddlg themes, non-sexual dom joon, descriptions of murder, a few references to literature, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction, donât be stupid), dom! namjoon, sub! reader, heâs girthy, size kink, cockwarming, belly bulge, dick riding, female masturbation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of praise, and sheâs a bit of a pillow princess, aftercare
notes: i agree!! he fits this concept so well!! and thank you for reading my other works babes! and here i present my last post of 2022! if there are mistakes, no there arenât you didnât see anything
request rules can be found here || my masterlist
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You were Namjoonâs fairytale dream. A distressed princess locked in the wicked witchâs towerâ that was this corrupt world that the two of you lived in.
Him, your knight in shining armour, sweeping you off your feet and dressing you in pretty dresses and jewels just like a true princess.
Truthfully Namjoon liked the classics better, words articulated like poetry and feelings forever carved into paper with ink. Little pieces of each author weaved into each book theyâd ever written, secrets between pages and fantasies hidden behind flowery words. Hours upon hours of knowledge stacked up in Namjoonâs mind, useless little things that no one had ever cared to ask him about.
Perhaps romance novels were his guilty pleasure. That sickly feeling you get, reading about two people so in love that you have to sit back and realise that your own life is nothing more than a slow burn. Where truly, youâre the side character that is left and forgotten, watching the people around youâ the main cast of the story, fall in love and find their god-awful happiness that you can only dream of.
You see, Namjoon had learnt how patience was a virtue. Heâd waited year and years for that love story, for the perfect, pure, unadulterated adoration for another human, like in all those romance novels.
Countless flings and unexplainable anger from all the women who had shattered his heart over and over again had led him to you. Had steered him towards the right path. Perhaps like the yellow brick road, him being Dorothy and you, Emerald City. His final destination.
Youâd always been awfully shy. Something Namjoon completely adored about you. Something he knew you were a little insecure about; among other things.
His remedy to your doubt, fucking you until all you knew was his and your names. Fucked so dumb you could only cry, clinging onto him like he werenât the wolf and you werenât little red, pure white dove chomped and chewed in his jaws like Carol Ann Duffey had describedâ you locked in his claws as he ripped away at tattered old clothing.
Past relationships had ended on bad terms for you, similar to himself, because it seemed no one had ever taken the time to read into you properly. Hadnât taken the time to map out your story on paper and analyze you; the perfect specimen, the apple of his eye, a goddess among humans and his pretty little princess.
So soft and so pretty. Something a little sick, twisted, in his mind that heâd been able to lock you away in a cage like a bird, delicate little wings snapped in two where escape was impossible; thoughts of a life without him nothing more than a breathy whisper in the wind.
âWhich one do you want today, sweetheart?â Namjoonâs arm laces around your shoulder, tugging you closer into his side. Your Mary Janes tapping gently against the tile floor.
You peer into the display case, fingers tightly clasped around the sleeve of his hoodie; an anchor for your fraying feelings, anxiety creeping up your spine.
He doesnât rush you, simply raising an eyebrow at the worker behind the counter who gets angsty at your thoughtful pondering. Line of customers slowly building behind the two of you; and Namjoon can hear a few impatient mutters.
âStrawberry, pleaseâ you fall back into his side, weight solely dependent on Namjoon holding you up.
Your boyfriend turns his attention back towards the barista, fingers carding through your hair.
âOne americano, a hot chocolate and one of the strawberry cakes, thank youâ he turns his attention back to you; watching as you rock and forth on your heels.
âWhy donât you go and pick a table out for us, darling?â
You hum, fingers tugging at his sleeve mindlessly once more before youâre scampering towards a table by the window.
Namjoon feels his cock twitch in his pants as you bend over the table slightly, collecting the discarded straw wrappers that had been left on the table; and he watches your skirt raise a little up your thighs, supple skin taunting him.
He doesnât bother with whatever the barista tells him, pushing his card across the counter as he watches you; legs bouncing anxiously as you grip the hem of your shirt, finally taking a seat.
He waves at you as he waits at the end of the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee thick in the air and Namjoon worries about the impeding headache youâre sure to have.
âHere you go, prettyâ he places the tray in the middle of the table, tutting when you go to grab your mug of hot chocolate. You simply fall back into your chair, eyes trained on Namjoonâs hand as he places your drink before you.
âThank youâ you smile up at him as he pulls out the chair beside you.
âYouâre welcomeâ he coos, dragging your chair closer to his own, his neck craning to kiss your temple.
Your smile is shy though your attention is quickly snatched by his fingers that dig around the pocket of his hoodie.
He pushes his phone to your side of the table, hand laying heavy on the back of your neck as you pick it up.
âIâm gonna get a new high scoreâ you tell your boyfriend, turning to give him a determined smile as your tap tap tile game loads.
âYeah?â he asks, eye smile so pretty you get lost looking at him for a moment. Only snapping out of your own little reverie when he blows on your hot chocolate. âDrink upâ he reminds you.
You nod, delicate fingers picking your mug up by the handle, and you watch as Namjoon brings his own coffee to his lips for a taste.
âGood?â
You nod, âGoodâ
Namjoonâs thumb continues to brush over the back of your neck as you hunch over the table, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you load up one of the songs of your game.
Your mouth falls open when Namjoonâs fingers dig into the back of your hair, tugging your head back.
He watches as your lips close around the forkful of cake he feeds you, endeared smile on his face as a little bit of the cream clings to the corners of your lips. You donât seem to take much notice as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen of his phone.
Your lips part after swallowing, tongue peeking out to lick at the pad of Namjoonâs thumb before heâs slipping it into your mouth.
âYummy?â he asks, and you fall back into your chairâ game suddenly long forgotten as Namjoonâs thumb lays heavy on your tongue.
You nod, fingers itching for the fork. Your boyfriend simply tuts, âLet me do that for youâ his thumb slips out of your mouth, soon replaced with another large forkful of strawberries and cream.
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Namjoonâs attention is quickly snatched from his laptop when he hears a gentle knock on the door of his home office.
You always seemed to count a few seconds before you opened the door, always mindful that he was often busy; even if heâd made it clear that he was never too busy for you.
âWhatâs wrong, darling?â he closes his laptop, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
âYouâre not in bedâ you whisper, still lingering in the doorway. Frilly-socked feet shuffling anxiously against the carpet.
Namjoon thinks you look like a dream, eyes heavy with lingering sleep, thin strap of your silk nightdress slipping off your shoulder as you curl in on yourself. Always ever so shy, even after years together.
Heâd taken his time pampering you that evening. An hour spent in the bath whereâd heâd lathered your body in thick suds of soap, sweet smelling like roses that had sat in the summer sun all afternoon, skin warm like petals that had basked in the golden rays of light. Silent promises of a love that will last forever, until he takes his last breath, until the world ceases to exist and his love can longer beâ traced under light fingertips that knew your body better than you ever would.
You squirmed as heâd rubbed lotion into every inch of skin your body had to offerâ body his temple, your soul his goddess that he worshiped like you were his only purpose in life. Each breath he took, every step heâd continue to take, everything for you.
Youâd laid spread across his lap as heâd worked any knots out of your back before dressing you up pretty for bed. Flimsy silk nightdress tickling your skin, brushing against bare thighs, where Namjoonâs hands had the freedom to roam your body until youâd been giggling at him to stop.
His favorite pastime, brushing your hair before bed; his hands those of Rumplestiltskin, each strand treated like intricately created golden thread, gentle as he tugs each knot until perfect.
Heâd been there when youâd fallen asleep, bones jelly after heâd fingered you to an orgasm and mind nothing more than cotton candy softness as youâd tugged your precious little bunny to your chest. A gift heâd given you your first date together; and although you claimed you never had favorites , it was always his bunny that remained in your arms as you slept.
And truly he thought tonight he would finish up the last of the project heâd been given, the rest of the week yours; his time cupped in your hands to use however you pleased. The smile you were sure to give him each day after work, worth the pain of a single one nighter.
âI have some work to finish up, why donât you go lay down, and Iâll be there in a little whileâ he tilts his head, gentle smile toying at the corners of his lips.
Your lips mould into a pout, âNoâ you shake your head, voice pulling out a little whiny âYou have to come with me, Joonie. Right nowâ
âBut Iâm busy, darlingâ he coos, rolling his chair away from his desk. Legs falling open and he wonders how long itâll take you to crawl into his lap.
He watches you thrown yourself to the floor, falling to your knees with a dull thump, and he worries theyâll bruise. You donât seem to care, too pre-occupied with the start of your bubbling tantrum to care about any future injuries; youâll be sure to milk all of your boyfriendâs sympathy when you he patches you up later. Crying until heâs kissing it all better, and maybe heâll buy you a gift for being so brave.
Heâd seen you scrolling through a few shops online earlier in the day before dinner, rosy-red blush painting your cheeks at a few items youâd hopefully saved.
You hiccup, stuffed bunny clung to your chest as you shake your head. âNo, noâ you sniffle, âYou have to come nowâ your legs kick a little underneath you.
It was no secret that Namjoon liked to spoil you. Truthfully, he didnât see the issueâ what else was he supposed to do when housing a little princess? If you wanted something then who was he to say no?
Especially when you looked up at him through wet lashes, tears clinging to your cheeks like freshly fallen rain would the petal of a flower.
âDonât cryâ he frowns, heart clenching at the utter distraught on your face; cheeks glazed in saline tears and eyes watery, another miserable cry ready to slip past your lips. âCome here, my precious little babyâ
The sob you let out is pitiful, bunnyâs fluffy little paw held so tight in your hand as you push yourself to stand. Floppy ears soaking up your tears as you wipe your cheeks.
Namjoonâs handâs curl under your thighs as you push yourself into his lap, a new wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.
âoh dollyâ he croons, âYouâve been fussy all day, havenât you? Whatâs wrong?â
Your arms wrap around his neck, face tucked tightly into his shoulder as you choke on another sob. Bunny tucked between your chests.
His thumb is gentle as it brushes over the top of your thighs.
âTell me what happenedâ he rests his cheek against the top of your head, mean little smile pulling at his cheeks as your sobs fizzle to little hiccups.
âWorkâ you whisper, fingers threading into his hair, tugging rhythmically as you mouth at his neck.
âWhat happened at work?â
You whine, pushing your body flush against Namjoonâs. His hands wander, grabbing your ass as you rock forwards; bare pussy brushing over his pyjama pants.
âThereâs aâ thereâs a new guyâ your hips falter and Namjoon holds in a groan as your weight settles right over his cock.
Namjoon hums, âWhat about him?â
âHeââ a breathy moan drips off your tongue as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass.
âHe what, darling? I canât help you if you donât tell me whatâs wrongâ he murmurs, fingers mean as he tugs your face away from his neck by the back of your hair.
Your mouth falls open, and Namjoon watches your eyes glaze over, though this time itâs not tears; and he wonders if you can see how ruined you look in the reflection of his glasses.
âTell meâ your thighs clenching at his tone.
You whimper, âHe said a bad word, canât say itâ
Namjoonâs head tips backwards, âGo ahead and say it, baby. I wonât get madâ
âPromise?â
He smiles, endeared âPromiseâ
âHe asked me on a dateâ your fingers grasp onto the neckline of his shirt, and your boyfriend hums, âI said no, because I have a boyfriendâ
âAnd?â
He watches as your bottom lip quivers, breath hitching in your throat. âSaid you didnât need to know, could be a quick fuck in the back roomâ
Namjoonâs jaw ticks, âWhatâs his name?â his fingers skim over your jaw, your hips jutting forward. âName, darlingâ
âJiminâ you breathe, âTold Nana, and she said sheâd talk to himâ
âYeah?â Namjoon hums, âIâll sort him out, okay?â
âOkayâ you nod.
âWell done for telling me, darlingâ he smiles, an attempt to ease any lingering anxiety you had. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate work when you enjoyed it so much.
Your hips rut forwards, Namjoon pulling your nightdress up around your hips, watching as your bare cunt drags over his slowly hardening cock.
You lean forwards, lips brushing over Namjoonâs jaw as his hands guide your hips. You moan as the head of his cock brushes over your clit.
âFeel good, darling?â Namjoonâs breathing is heavy, one of his arms tucking under your thighs as he hoists you further up his chest, his free hand tugging his pants down.
Your hand travels between your bodies, tips of your fingers brushing over Namjoonâs slit, precum oozing out the tip as your hand runs down his length.
âUp you getâ he helps you, head of his cock running through your slit as you roll your hips forwards.
You bite down on your bottom lip, watery whines bubbling up your throat with each nudge of your boyfriendâs cock running over your clit. Arousal seeps past your folds down Namjoonâs length.
You hold his cock against your cunt, Namjoonâs fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you didnât seem to care all that much as your hips roll forward.
âInside Joonieâ you whine, tongue laving over the skin of his neck.
Namjoon takes a hold of the base of his cock, and you use his shoulders as leverage, chair wobbling under your joint weight as you line up his cockhead with your hole.
Your fingers run through your folds, wetness soaking your fingers as you circle your clit gently, Namjoon helping you as the tip of his cock brushes over your hole. And you let out an involuntary whine as the stimulation.
Your arms wrap around Namjoonâs neck, head of his cock splitting you open as you ease yourself down an inch before youâre pulling off slowly.
âYour pretty little pussy is so smallâ Namjoon groans. Flared cockhead pulling your pussy taught as you try and ease down lower.
You breath gets stuck in your throat, Namjoonâs fingers gently thumbing at your clit as you clench around his length. Slowly starting to stuff each agonizing inch into your cunt.
You whine as you reach the hilt, hips rutting forward messily. You moan at the lick of please that wracks through your body with each slow drag of Namjoonâs thick cock against your walls.
Namjoon pulls your face away from hiding by the back of your neck, tugging you until your lips mould into one, tongue pushed into your mouth, fresh minty toothpaste coating his tastebuds.
You start to bounce in his lap, childish impatience starting to take over as you chase after an orgasm. Always a little greedy when it came to your own pleasure, using Namjoon to get yourself off before you ever allow him to chase his own release.
âThatâs itâ he moans, unabashed in his arousal.
Namjoon uses his legs as an anchor, holding the two of you in place, ensuring the chair doesnât tip over as the back of your thighs slap against the top of his own.
You moan as his thumb continues to brush over your clit, a ring of your arousal gathered at the base of his cock with each jittery raise of your hips.
âDoing so well for meâ Namjoon groans, âAlways such a good girl, yeah?â
âMhmmâ you nod, bunny tumbling to the floor. Long forgotten as you feel the precipice of your pleasure slowly boiling away in your stomach.
âGonna cum for me?â
Your thighs shake at that, deep groan of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt as you continue to ride Namjoon like it were the last time.
âGo on, cum for meâ
Namjoonâs hands find themselves perched under your ass, aiding you as your legs start to grow tired. Muscles in his arms bulging as he drags you up and down his length.
âSo small, could use you as my own little fleshlight. Youâd like that wouldnât you?â he groans, mirth swimming in his eyes.
Meanly, Namjoon pinches your clit and thatâs all it takes for searing hot pleasure to wash over your body, thighs shaking at your release.
You hiccup another sob at the burning arousal as Namjoon continues to ram his cock back up inside you, thick rivulets of your slick coating his balls as he chases his own release.
âToo muchâ you cry, hands wrapping around his wrists as his fingers dig into your hips.
âIâm close, hold on for meâ Namjoonâs head tips back.
Namjoon can feel your pussy as it pulsates around his length; you let out something akin to a squeak as you feel his cock twitch.
Mouth falling open in a silent moan as his warm cum paints your insides white.
You raise up on shaky legs, tip of his cock left nestled between your walls before youâre falling back down on his length; cum pushed deep inside of you.
âOh my babyâ he coos, fingers gentle as they brush through your hair, âSleepy?â
You nod, words fizzling out on your tongue as you yawn.
Your cunt continues to clench around his cock, even as you fall asleep on his chest.
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The bell above the door is obnoxious in announcing Namjoonâs arrival.
âPages of Loveâ the little bookshop you worked at.
He would have gotten you to quit the shitty little job by now if it didnât hold such significance in your relationship. Heâd first met you here, had dates here, and it made you so happy that Namjoon couldnât bare to see the sad pout that would be sure to form if he ever suggested you left this place behind.
âNamjoonâ the old woman behind the counter smiles, waving him over. âIâm sure youâre aware but itâs y/nâs day offâ
âActually, Nana, Iâm here for something elseâ he smiles, expression saddened and the old woman frowns.
âAnythingâ she nods.
âItâs about Jimin. He doesnât happen to be working today, does he?â
âHeâs on break right now.â She tuts, âIs this about what he said to y/n. Iâve already warned him about itâ
âShe came home upsetâ he shakes his head and Nana sighs.
âPoor girl. Sheâs lucky to have you, Namjoonâ
âThank youâ his smile is genuine, though it drops the moment he steps out the door.
And he waits, waits weeks before he decided what he wants to do with the lowly piece of shit that dared suggest you cheat on him.
Waited weeks as he wrote down every sick little fantasy he had about the ways heâd maul his body. Shredding limbs, gutting him alive. Maybe heâd decapitate him and then send his head to his mother, or chop his filthy dick off and make him watch as he fed it to whatever animal is willing to chew on nearly nothing.
Written fantasies werenât enough. Namjoonâs fingers always itching, always eager to finally wrap around the boyâs lithe throat and make him beg for mercy until his face is red and pride oozing out of his body with his fear.
âIâm gonna be home late tonight, little oneâ Namjoon tucks your hair behind your ear, gentle smile rivaling your frown.
âWhy?â you ask, blinking up at him through your lashes.
âI have a small job I need to take care ofâ
âCan I help?â
âNopeâ he leans down, soft feathery kiss pressed to you cheek before heâs pulling back, standing at full height.
You look up at him, âYou canât goâ
âAnd why not?â he challenges.
âBecauseâ your defense weak and truly Namjoon wishes he could stay.
âI charged your ipad this morningâ and your eyes light up.
âBe quick, okay?â you push yourself up on your tippy toes, hands cupping his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips.
âPromiseâ he smiles, âNow be a good girl, and donât cause any troubleâ
âI wonâtâ you wave him off.
âŻÂž.âąÂŽ*š`*âąâż âżâą*`š*`âą.žâŻ
Namjoon isnât exactly sure what he expects to see when he finally gets home, a quick detour to Seokjinâs house to wash off Jiminâs blood and a change of clothes taking longer than heâd anticipated when his friend had insisted on making them both tea.
He canât help the groan that bubbles up his throat at the sight of you. Skirt flipped up with three fingers, knuckle deep inside your pretty little pussy as you play a colour by number game on your ipad.
âFucking hell, darlingâ he kicks his shoes off, jacket long forgotten on the floor as he crouches down in front of you.
You pull your slick covered fingers out of your cunt, gently circling your clit as you blink down at him.
âCouldnât wait until I got home?â
âI got boredâ you whine, legs falling open wider and Namjoon takes that as his invitation to run his thumb through your slit.
His hands hold your thighs in place as he leans down to press a kiss over your clit, tongue slipping from between his lips to lick over the bundle of nerves.
You hips stutter as his tongue drags across your folds, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt at the unexpected nudge of his tongue against you hole.
Your fingers tangle into your boyfriendâs hair as he sucks over your clit, fingers teasing your entrance before heâs pushing two fingers inside of you.
âHow prettyâ he coos, accompanied by a wet squelch. âThe prettiest little pussy, itâs a wonder how you fit anything inside of youâ
You squirm, finger stuffed into your mouth as you try and hold back an embarrassed moan.
âNot littleâ you whine, hips chasing Namjoonâs fingers each time he pulls out.
âOh, but you areâ your thighs twitch as his warm breath brushes over your sensitive clit, hours of mindless toying with your cunt bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.
Namjoon kisses over your mound, kisses over your clit, and then kisses over his fingers as they curl up inside of you.
He canât help the smile that pulls at his cheeks at the guttural moan you let out when he finds that particular spot inside of you.
âCum for me, darlingâ his voice breathless, as he starts to scissor his fingers.
All it takes is one mean little nip to your clit and youâre tipping over the edge; legs shaking as they clamp around your boyfriendâs head.
His tongue continues to flick over your clit, fingers nestled deep within your walls as he helps you ride out your high.
âEnoughâ you whimper, tugging his head away from between your legs.
You squirm at the glossy sheen that covers Namjoonâs chin when he finally pulls away from your pussy.
âWell doneâ his hands run up and down your trembling thighs, âThink you can take a little more?â
Your eyes flicker down to his cock, heavy in his pants and you nod; tongue wetting your lips.
âMy good girlâ
Namjoon pulls you to lay across the length of the couch, fingers tugging your blouse over your head as you shuck off your skirt.
You tug messily at the back of your bra, and Namjoon smiles, bending down to help you.
He groans, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he palms himself through his slacks.
âGod, youâre so prettyâ
Your squeak when he bites the plush skin, trail of kisses searing as he reaches your neck.
Your hands fumble with his pants, waistband pulled taught as your try and slip your fingers into his underwear.
âAlways so impatient, arenât you?â he coos, âhere let me help youâ
You pout at the loss of warmth, the loss of his large body completely covering your own; hands grabbing for neck when he sits up on his knees.
Your hips rock upwards, silently begging for any sort of stimulation as you watch Namjoonâs cock spring free, slapping against his stomach.
Your pussy gushes another wave of slick at the sight of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, his hands always had been big; swallowing the girth of his cock when your fingers barely wrapped around it.
You can feel the phantom ache in your jaw, countless times heâd shoved his dick into your mouth, splitting it open like he would your cunt with absolutely no mercy.
âYouâre staringâ though thereâs no embarrassment in his tone, eyebrow lifted cocky and lazy smile tugging at your lips.
âInside, pleaseâ you whine, legs falling open enough for him to slot in place.
âOf course, sweetheartâ
Your legs tremble in anticipation, eyes squeezing shut as he runs the head through the slit; slicking up his length before heâs pushing at your entrance.
âYou sure you can fit me?â you can hear the laugh in his voice, retort on the tip of your tongue only he chooses that moment to nudge the tip of his cock over your clit.
âJoonieâ you complain, âplease, need youâ
And Namjoon watches, lets you, grab onto his length, watching as you rut your hips down until heâs popping inside of you.
Your walls constrict around him, and heâs absolutely fascinated by how such a small pussy is even able to stretch around him.
âGood girlâ and he canât help the moan that follows.
Heâs barely thrusting, gentle roll of his hips feeding each inch of his cock into your wet cunt.
You moan like he was ramming into you, always so sensitive, always so responsive to his touch.
âFeel good?â he asks when he finally bottoms out, thighs connected and heartbeats in sync. Itâs moments like these Namjoon revels being alive, being one with you. Truly the closest youâll ever be to one another; and he thinks he finally feels complete when lodged between your sodden walls.
âSo deepâ you whisper, fingers skimming over your stomach.
Namjoon pulls your legs over his shoulders, bending forwards until youâre almost folded in half.
Your moan is breathless when he gently pulls out, only to snap his hips back into you.
Your hands grasp onto the pillows of the couch as Namjoon picks up his pace, your tits bouncing, and cunt squelching with every brutal thrust into you.
âFucking hell, you are tinyâ Namjoon groans, and you whimper as his hand presses down on your lower stomach.
You dare take a look, hiccup of a moan ripped from your throat as you see it. An outline of his cock right bellow your belly button, head nudging the taught skin with each thrust into you, only for it to disappear as he pulls out.
Your fingers splay over it, cunt convulsing around his length as your feel him move under your skin.
You feel it rising, pussy swollen and worn from your previous orgasm. Namjoon seems to know, he always knows when youâre slowly climbing to the peak of high.
His fingers find clit, tight little circles sending jolts of pure, blissful pleasure through your body, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt to soak his cock.
âGonna cum for me?â he moans between eat thrust, âBe a good girl and cum for meâ
The cry you let out is near pornographic, knees knocking against the side of Namjoonâs head as he continues to flick at your clit. Pleasure numbing that when you finally reach your high, your mind blanks, a blanket of fluff consuming you as Namjoon continues to jackhammer into your used cunt.
âDoing so well for me. So close. Iâm so closeâ he groans, fingers finally pulling off your clit as your thighs continue to shake.
When you come to, Namjoonâs thrusts are a sloppy, thrusts barely coordinated as he ruts into you.
And your breath hitches at the final twitch of his cock, he pushes as far into you as he can before heâs cumming.
Thick waves of cum filling you up. He groans as you clench around him, walls still spasming from your own release. And he gently rocks into you, an attempt to push his cum as deep into your soiled cunt as possible.
âYou did so well, darlingâ he swallows thickly, back of his hand wiping the sheen of sweat from his forehead.
You whine as he begins to pull out, mixture of both your releases dribbling out of your hole.
Your thighs twitch when Namjoon parts your lips, hole clenching around nothing as you push another wave of his cum out of your pussy. His fingers scoop it up, circling your entrance before heâs pushing them back between your walls.
âWhat do you think about a bath?â he hums, watching your eyes fall droopy.
You nod, hands blindly grabbing for your boyfriend to pick you up.
He smiles down at you, arms slipping beneath your body to pick you up as he wanders further into the house.
You wriggle around when he flips the light on, eyes stinging a little at the sudden burst of brightness.
âAlright missyâ he sits you on the toilet, and you lean your head against his hip as pee, bones too floppy to even think of holding yourself up.
You remain sat on the toilet as he runs a bath, fussy when he picks you up again though itâs easily soothed with a gentle kiss to your lips.
He thinks you fall asleep as he washes your back, gentle as his soapy hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you squirm at that.
Namjoon is endeared when the two of you finally get out the bath, skin soft and sweet smelling, perfect for kisses. And he canât help the laugh that bubbles up his throat when you kick your pyjamas away, refusing to put them on yourself when his hands were fully capable.
âOh my little princessâ he kisses both your cheeks, âHow about some cake for being such a good girl?â
You see, Namjoon had always been a little bit of a liar. Had told so many lies that truly he didnât know the what was real and what was not anymore. And if he didnât know then you never would either.
Every little lie heâd told you from the start, every white lie, every left out detail of his life suddenly seemed insignificant when you were tucked under his chin, sleeping so peacefully, a true sleeping beauty.
And maybe he didnât really like the classics. Maybe his real love of novels were romances, because heâd always be the prince and youâd always be his princess. A perfect fairytale that would always have a happy ending.
Because if anyone dared scribble out the pages, change his plot, then he would simply erase their existence, and the readers of his life would never know the difference.
You belonged to him. You are his as much as he is yours.
Your life his only reason. Your happiness that little spark of good that still resides inside him. And as long as you come home every day with that same pretty little smile on your face, then Namjoon feels no guilt for the countless people that lay dead, long forgotten by the world as they rest six feet under for daring bring you sadness. Because heâd erased them, with no way to wiggle their way back into the story of his life.
Because what was a prince if he couldnât take care of a villain that would disturb his perfect fairytale ending?
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hello there, Iâm unsure if youâre taking requests, but if you are might I request a Kanato Sakamaki x reader?
Maybe like headcannons of him in a relationship with a very caring, nurturing reader, or you could do the complete opposite, and make reader judgmental and cruel (kind of like Kanato). If reader was cruel, I feel like that would be a great way to get revenge against all the trauma Kanatoâs caused. (Either one is good and you donât even have to do this, I just really like Kanato (because heâs so deceptively adorable, even if he absolutely despises me/yui/reader) He and Azusa are my favorite Diabolik characters.)
Of course, you donât have to do that and if you donât want to do Kanato you could replace with one of the other Diabolik Loverâs characters. (Like the Mukami family or one of the other family names I canât remember).
âjust another anon đ
IM SO SORRY I JUST SAW YOUR ASK!
Also those two are my favs too! Anyways here ya go.
Hot and cold
Kanato Sakamaki x reader head canons
Warning: unedited
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As warm as fresh blood
He likes it when you play with his hair as he lays on your lap.
He loves when you praise him and beg for him.
You calm him with soft whispers and tender kisses to his cheeks and head.
When you let him play with you, dancing you around to no music but just his hums.
He loves it when he thinks heâs in control.
Loves when you love him and only him.
He loves that you only have eyes for him to only look at him and nobody else.
âI know youâre upset, Kanato, but youâre doing so well. Just hold it in a little longer, and weâll go, ok?â You said holding the manâs shaking hand. âbut theyâre so loud canât we just go home? Iâm tired!â He whines, and you lay your head on him before speaking. âyou canât keep getting absences, you know~ Iâm here with you anywaysâ you said, rubbing circles on his arm and giving him a quick kiss on the back of his palm. âFine but only because Teddy agrees with youâ he pouts, and you giggle âthank you, Teddy, sounding considerate of Kanato.â You said cheerfully.
As cold as a corpse
He canât help but worry when you ignore him.
He begs for you just to look at him to give him his attention.
But all he gets is a violent shove or kick.
He lays his head on your lap just for you to swat him away in disgust.
He would rather you hit or cut at him than you ignore him.
His angerly yells, turning to begs when he gets tired, then soon to sobs of desperate pleading just for you to acknowledge him.
He offers you his teddy just to get any reaction, but nothing seems to work.
âLook at me, look at me damn it!â Kanato yelled at you, and you still donât budge âare you deaf why are you ignoring me?!â He said, stomping closer to you âhey hey!â He said sitting on the floor putting his hands on you knees and you glare down at him grabbing his hand and pushing them away from you âugh get off your like a pathetic dog get away from meâ you said turning away from him and his eyes began to water. âI-I Iâm not pathetic! What did I do? Was it because I yelled at you? It was an accidentâ he began to spiral âplease just hold me again. I donât know what I did IâmâŠ. Iâm sorryâ he mumbled, and you shuffled to look at him âsay that againâŠâ You spat, and his eyes lit up âIm sorry!â He said quickly, and you smiled and sighed âwell if you are⊠thatâll be itâ you said, rubbing his head.
You are back to warm, back to giving him kisses on his eyelids and cupping his face, apologizing for your actions, giving him the illusion of affection.
Because while you do love him, you love him more when he is desperate you love when he is wrapped around your fingers.
ââââââââââ
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I didnât know what to choose to I chose both a x reader where reader is toxic loves to bring him up high only to crash him down then repeat! Isnât that fun!
Anyways don do that to ppl cuz itâs like crazy
Also I feel the only way to be cruel to Kanato is not violence but to give and take from him he seems like the person who gets used to affection so if u keep giving and taking he will soon adapt and become desperate for it probably like when you ignorea child or something. Sense to me, he is very childish.
Ok bye bye love yall XOXO đđđđ
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do you have any headcannons for gojo comforting reader when they start their period? (If i already sent this ask, ignore the first one! i couldnt remember if i asked this already or not)
a/n: hi darlaaa thank you for waiting teehee i love the gojo asks youâre giving me / i tried to keep it as general as possible even tho i only use pads! gn!reader, a little brief n*sfw at the end
i think we have all established that gojo is actually like . crazy in love with you and because of that he hates that youâre hurting so much bc of it :(
gojo likes to be at your command (even on normal days but) so heâs noting down every small thing you mention
âa tub of ice cream would sound so good rnâŠâ or âthink im running out of heat padsâ
and heâs on his feet instantly. when youre sick or on your period he just declares it an off day, or at least on the first day when itâs the most painful
doesnât really care about blood since heâs seen his fair share but he sometimes panics if your period comes during the night and he sees that the sheets are red
gojo lightly turns you over and sees that itâs coming from your centre and breathes a sigh of relief bc heâs had one too many nightmares about you getting bloodied and torn to shreds by a curse and heâs too late to save you
anyway. enough of the dark stuff, you freak out the first time you stay over and your period comes (the timing is so shit truly) bc his sheets are so expensive and you just âoh my god i just ruined my chance w this beautiful manâ
but gojo doesnât bat an eye, rather jumps up to comfort you, rubbing a soothing hand over you before you head over to the bathroom to clean up
a bit of blood got on him tho, thru cuddling and gojo makes a joke about how youâre âmarkingâ him and you just roll your eyes and shove him away with a smile lol
he gives you everything you need to clean up most of the time and lets you do your thing
doesnât let you change the sheets w/ him and rather makes you sit down to watch him, as with other things
changing the channel? gojo is there to do it. u want another snack from the pantry? heâs teleporting that short distance in his house because he doesnât want you to feel that disgusting rush of blood whenever you stand up. hes so dramatic i swear
has made pms jokes before but heâs changed and heâs a better man now fr. gojo has gotten a lecture from utahime and then didnt take it seriously and then REALLY got told off by shoko after đ
now whenever youâre moody he just shuts up and comforts you quietly <3
gojo willingly straps on those devices that mimic period cramps and then just when he wants to boast, you turn on the device to the highest setting (he told u to give him ur all) and he SCREAMS the most high pitched shriek ever itâs hilarious
tricks yuji into trying it out and poor yuji gullibly smiles even when gojo hasnt explained what itâs for and the way yuji grits his teeth omfg. you swear you hear sukuna ask gojo to never fuckin do that again
never disrespects you again
reluctantly gives you his sweet things đ he gets a little sad when he returns from a mission and his cheesecake is gone and youâre just sitting in front of the tv going âwhat?â LMFAOOO
he loves you too much however and lets you do whatever!
praises you even MORE during this time itâs kinda adorbs lol â âoh! you worked out on your period, love that for you, darling!!!!â
âmy baby stood up from the couch! yaayyy!!!â heâs so annoyingly cute bye
learns so much about your favourite pad and tampon brands but also has that first time funny moment where he calls you and says âbabe what size pussy you have?â and đđ
memorises the lengths/thickness and different uses but sometimes he still buys the wrong thing (itâs ok heâs cute enough that u forgive him)
has the biggest gasp when he finds out some brands put in chemicals to make ppl w/ vaginas bleed more so they buy more sanitary products
is fully motivated to go to the offices to protest đđđ
buys SO MANY packets of sanitary products and just makes the excuse of âiâm richâ and âdoesnât hurt to have more of it in case you run outâ
you gesture incredulously, âyeah but not TWENTY PACKETS????? ARE YOU INSANE?â
your sweet boyfriend is just worried for you
gives the higher-ups shit cause they make you go on a mission while on your period and itâs so disgusting to exercise, much less exorcise and run around on a mission and tells them heâll take it instead.
gojo doesnât tell you he did tho, just comes home a little later than usual to find u already asleep
would love to make u soup but weâve also established he sucks in the kitchen so ⊠he just buys you those soup packets from the soup spoon and tells you he made it himself
you believe him once. and then the next day u catch an email notifying him more packets of soup is coming the next morning đ
you two ended up eating soup for the next few days
tells you about his missions or days if you donât want to say or do anything. he can talk your ear off for hours and youâre glad for that but sometimes you slip in little hums or nods and he canât help but smile hehe
gojo rubs his hand on your tummy and womb when it hurts :( itâs endearing :((
sometimes also asks you if youâd like it on your core if it hurts, and his hand cupping your cunt feels nice at times.
also wiggles his eyebrows too much asking if you need his help to cum or something bc he heard it calms cramps LOL
suggests helping you to rub one out if you want but really it all depends on you if you want it <3
all in all a very sweet guy to be around and sometimes you have to tell him to quiet down cause heâs a little too hyper but he takes care of you extensively :3 youâre his baby !!!!
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Yandere gyutaro?
(KNY) YANDERE! GYUTARO x READER: General Headcannons
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âą Not good.. also the first mf i simped for in kny.
âą I headcannon Gyutaro as possessive, Clingy, Protective and sadistic.
âą Possessive in the way he gets insanely jealous of anyone else around you. You are his, He starts scratching his skin at the mere thought of you being with another. If he could stay within your body like Daki, He would.
âą Clingy in the way where he doesnât leave you be. Gyutaro loves physical contact, So he always has an arm or a hand on you somewhere. He also likes leaving scratches and bite marks, Tying into his possessive nature of claiming you as his.
âą Protective in the way that Gyutaro knows heâs ugly, Painfully aware of that fact. He has horrible self esteem and craves your praise. So if he canât be the partner with good looks, Heâll be the one that can protect you. His strength and his skill is what he uses to garner your attention, Doing any small task for you in order to get it.
âą And sadistic in the way that he loves to see you scared of him. While he loves your praise, He also loves your fear to reinforce that. It makes him giddy knowing you know heâs strong enough to kill you.
âą He likes scaring you time to time, But he doesnât want you to hate him. If you did then Gyutaro would start yelling and be fucking pissed. You canât hate him, He loves you so much! Heâs killed for you, Are you really going to hate him like this?!
âą I can see you meeting him going two ways.
âą The first is when youâre a Hashira sent into the red light on reports of demons. You arenât the strongest, But you arenât weak either since you behead Daki.
âą When Gyutaro appears to save the day, He somehow gets infatuated with you and decides to keep you alive. Only trapped within a section of the Oiran House bound and vulnerable.
âą The next is when you yourself is am Oiran. One whose beauty rivals Dakiâs and kind personality defeating her own by a longshot.
âą Daki for whatever reason is unable to take care of you herself, So she sends out her brother to do the job for her and wouldnât you know: Gyutaro becomes infatuated with you.
âą Im going for the latter.
âą So youâre an Oiran living in the red light district. You got sold off by your parents for a quick buck and a drink at the bar.
âą You donât mind it, Living in the house was much better than your homelife. Besides, You were pretty and talented with instruments. Not to mention everyone loved you for your generous and hard working personality.
âą With it, It didnât take long for you to become an Oiran either.
âą As your appearance and personality made waves in the red light district, Daki was bound to notice you sooner or later and feel threatened.
âą So she sends out her brother, Telling him about you and how horrible you are for stealing the spot of most beautiful Oiran and how it was rightfully hers.
âą Gyutaro of course, Takes this at face value. Even if he knows his sister is overreacting, He doesnât mind slaughtering some wealthy good-off Oiran. Heâll enjoy it.
âą So he makes his way over to the house youâre working at. He finds you quickly, Knowing the layout of the district like the back of his hand.
âą Youâre sitting in your room, Working on your makeup before the next client comes in. But you catch a glimpse of green in the corner of your mirror. Making you turn.
âą There is Gyutaro, Sitting within the shadows with his sickly orange eyes. Heâs ready to strike, The blood sickle in hand. Heâs ready to kill another one of the rich, The kind of person that would look down on him in the past
âą But before he can, He feels a warm pair of hands cup his cheeks. His eyes widen as he sees you smiling at him warmly.
âą You mistake him for your next customer, Welcoming him in with a bright smile as you pull him out from the shadows.
âą Gyutaro is stunned. Out of all the reactions he had expected. Fear, Terror and disgust. He didnât expect this, The feeling of warm palms cupping his cheeks.
âą Heâs speechless as you introduce yourself to him, Not even batting an eye at his horrid appearance. Not his greasy stringy hair, The dark splotches on his skin or his sagging skeletal appearance.
âą You astound him, Making the sickles in his hands drop to the ground and disappear.
âą You bring him forward, Sitting him down at the table in your room and start to pour him tea.
âą Gyutaro, Still in shock, Takes the tea as you ask what he wants from you today. The only thing he asks is why youâre not disgusted, A sour expression on his face now.
âą You tell him that you donât care about his appearance, Already familiar with the diseases in the District. You smile and tell him you like his eyes, Despite their sclera being a sickly orange hue.
âą If this was anyone else, He wouldâve torn you apart immediately for thinking you understood him or his situation.
âą But he canât help the blood rushing to his cheeks as you compliment him. Only itching and scratching at his skin to a normal degree.
âą You talk for what seems like hours. The tea you provided was so sweet, So he took more. You played your koto and engaged with him like he was an old friend. You even brushed your hand against his shoulder once!
âą He goes home empty handed that night. Daki is pissed as she expected him to bring your corpse home to eat. But Gyutaro shoves her off with a meaningless insult as he went to go hide in a dark corner of the Oiran house.
âą From that day, Heâs hooked.
âą Whenever you roam the streets, Gyutaro is sure to be stalking in the shadows. He climbs through your window at night, Perching over your bed to watch you sleep.
âą Of course, Being an Uppermoon means he has duties. Such as searching for the lily, Taking care of his sister and feeding. So that means he canât be with you all the time.
âą When he isnât, His thoughts run to you. Your face, Your smile, The praise you give him. Itâs addicting, He canât stop scratching his skin in a futile attempt to stop.
âą His mind also wanders to who youâre with. Other men? How dare they try and get close to you, Heâs seen how they try and get your attention. They disgust him, Believing them not worthy of your affections. He kills them when isolated.
âą But heâs not in love, No. In fact, He finds you the most repulsive of them all. So sickly sweet that it rots his yellowed teeth. He hates you, You disgust him, You do.
âą But he keeps coming back, For some reason too scared to approach you. That hate he holds for you, It dissolves over months, Transmuting into something more.. Obsessive.
âą His behaviour ramps up too.
âą Suddenly you find gifts of luxury at your doorstep. Golden hairpins, Beautifully woven kimonoâs and bottles of expensive wine. All with a letter of love laying atop the package.
âą It doesnât surprise you though, As an Oiran these love letters were not uncommon by any means. But the rich quality of the fabrics and jewels means that this one was extraordinarily reach, Meaning they might buy out your contract.
âą You donât know that it was Gyutaro who had thieved the gifts from the corpses of his victims. You donât notice how obsessive the letter was, Already desensitised to it.
âą As much as he wants to give it to you by hand, Heâs grown ashamed to his appearance when around you. Terrified of your praise and adulation, as he watches you open the wine from afar.
âą That's all he does, Admire. Only taking action when needed or his jealousy is acting up. Just sending you gifts as his form of communication.
âą Until someone buys your marriage contract.
âą Youâre delighted, A rich man has finally decided you to be his wife. While you will miss the girls in your house and the well meaning conversations you had with clients, Itâs nice to finally get out of this hell.
âą Gyutaro on the other hand is furious
âą His skin is littered in blood and scratched off skin. Daki cannot console him anymore as he starts yelling obscenities and hurling stuff around her bedroom.
âą How dare he?! How fucking dare he try to take whatâs his?! Worst of all heâs rich, Probably attractive too. Youâre so fucking perfect for each other, Arenât you?
âą Heâs envious, Truly envious. If he was prettier then maybe he would have a shot with you, Maybe he actually wouldâve talked to you again.
âą Even so youâre so unbelievably nice, The only person other than his sister to not blink twice at his appearance. You mistook it as normal even, You were just so.. Beautiful.
âą He wanted to kill him, He wanted to tear him apart for trying to take what he considers his property. You were the only person who could ever stand him.
âą You sit in your room, Doing your makeup before spotting a package resting on your windowsill.
âą By now youâve grown to enjoy them more, Expecting them every week with a smile. But now that youâre getting married, You have a suspicion that it might be your new husband.
âą But thatâs cut short once you find his severed head wrapped nicely inside.
âą You scream, Dropping the package to the ground in fear as tears spill out. You had only seen him once, But you could tell it was him from his bulged out eyes.
âą You try to run for the door, But before you can a flash of green enters your vision, Then nothing at all as you collapse unconscious.
âą Gyutaro picks up your fallen figure, Taking you into his arms with a lazy smile. He caresses your hair, Leaning down until his rough and rotten lips crash into yours, Desperate as he kisses you then takes you away.
âą You wake up later in the basement of the Kyogoku house. Youâre dizzy, Not knowing what's happening except for a large figure spooning you from behind.
âą You scream once more, Flailing about but unable to get up as the arms draping over you tighten. The face pressing into the crook of your neck pushes in further.
âą He tells you to be quiet, Not even struggling to keep you in place as he whispers disturbing compliments into your ear, Drawling as he pulls you even closer to him
âą As soon as you get a good look at his face, You scream. Not from his looks, But from the fact that you recognise him.
âą Itâs the man from a few months ago, The shy one, You never forget a customers face never less this one.
âą He looks more annoyed once you scream though. You were suppose to enjoy this, He rescued you from a life of servitude to some rich bastard. You were suppose to love him instantly, Just like how it was in his head.
âą His compliments turn into horrible threats. A hand wrapping over your mouth and your body held down in place as youâre threatened.
âą Youâre scared, Terrified for your life. Before Gyutaro finally explains why youâre here, How you wont be getting out and you now belong to him. You cry even harder
âą Thus starts the domestic stage
âą Gyutaro keeps you within the basement of the Kyogoku house. Donât try screaming because the walls are thick and even if someone heard you, Screaming is normal for the Red Light district. Besides, Your old house thinks you committed Ashinuke, No one will be searching.
âą He brings you food, Whatever he can get at first but if you ask him nice enough he might get you what you want.
âą Gyutaro doesnât know how to express his love verbally so he does it physically. Its mandatory for you to cuddle him for at least half an hour everyday. While this happens he gives you orders of what to do: Hug him tighter, Comb your fingers through his hair or even kiss him.
âą Youâre too scared to say no as he always threatens you if you hesitate.
âą He doesnât mean his words, As I said its hard to express himself with words. He loves you, He really does.
âą Is insanely jealous of anyone, So you have no company other than Daki who is the only person he trusts. Though you donât like Daki much, And she too.
âą If any person does get near you, Gyutaro wont even confront them. Theyâll be dead in seconds.
âą Also forces you to sleep in the same bed as him every night. Just as how you woke up here, Him clinging to you in some mockery of a lovers embrace while you just want to get out of here.
âą Some sweeter moments is when you do brush his hair or compliment him, Even if it is a way to soften him up for your escape. He blushes madly and looks away, Too embarrassed to do anything.
âą Gyutaro often will do what you want as he wants your praise more than anything. Heâll get you items in return for more of it, Heâll even let you see the night sky if you promise to kiss him when you do.
âą When he needs to go out on a mission, Heâll often leave Daki in charge of you which is unpleasant to say the least. If she is unavailable however, He will chain you up on a high wall and keep you there until heâs back. Doesnât matter if you scream, As long as youâre safe its fine.
âą He likes terrifying you too. Often waiting behind corners for you to walk by and for him to jump out at you. He enjoys your expressions, Your fear just meaning that you think heâs strong (-enough to kill you)
âą If you ever do get Stockholm then you will be treated SO much better.
âą Heâll let you come with him at night, Heâll even put the effort in to make it somewhat romantic with him buying (stealing) you flowers.
âą Your basement gets made better to your liking too. More pillows on your bed and maybe a lamp or two for better lighting. Whatever you want you get. Whatever it is he needs to feel that dopamine hit from your love.
âą He calms down with the insults, Becoming more vulnerable and showing his insecurities. Bonus points if you comfort him and tell him heâs beautiful, Heâll melt in your touch.
âą If you do ever escape then heâll go on an absolute rampage. Tearing up the entire red light district in order to find you. Heâs screaming, Hollering your name with obscenities following close behind. Heâs pissed, How could you do this to him?!
âą Daki will be assisting him in his search. While she and her brother fight, She doesnât want him to see him genuinely distressed as he breaks down sobbing at your loss. Her obi will be searching the pipelines, She has a hold everywhere, Sheâll find you.
âą I actually do think you have a chance to escape him. Only if however you make it out the red light district before he finds you. Its stated that neither he or Daki ever left, So if you get out then youâre home free.
âą If you donât however, Gyutaro will find you and drag you back by the hair screaming. He wonât hesitate to break your legs for this, He doesnât hesitate to beat your body till its bruised and bloody.
âą Afterwards, Heâll throw you down onto your bed half-conscious as he lies next to you. He holds you close, Your legs shattered as he tells you youâll never be beautiful again with all those injuries.
âą But thatâs fine, Gyutaro will love you anyways. Isn't that so generous of him, So kind? Why donât you tell him that, You should be thankful that heâs not as shallow as everyone else out there, So disgusting and vile. Here, How about you cuddle him to make up for it? Heâd like that.
âą Itâs not like itâll fool him anymore, But hey! What else can you really do?
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be my mistake
steve harrington x f!reader (smut)
âsteve, how could i avoid you? itâs impossible, youâre everywhere i look!â
a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isnât my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes
warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),
MINORS DNI
you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.
specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.
steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).
recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?
something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.
you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.
âladies! im going on a second date tonight!â he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didnât even know he had a first date with someone recently.
âwhat? with who?â robin asked confused.
âher names camila, she goes to state college, i thinkâ
âhm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?â robin teased him.
âoh please, i have a lot of dreams!â he complained, putting on his vest.
âsure you do, stevieâ you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?
you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.
it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.
and plus, it was steve harrington.
you wouldnât want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.
it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.
and so steve went on the date.
and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.
and you hated every single cell in her body.
camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.
but you couldnât help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.
then steve and camila broke up.
so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.
and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you donât know why, but robin wasnât judging you for it.
you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you werenât hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didnât even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.
âokay, whenever youâre ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?â that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.
but being around steve was unbearable.
and you still, gave it a shot.
monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steveâs and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.
punctually, you were at steveâs, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasnât on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.
took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.
âhey, come inâ he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.
âsorry i didnât answer the door earlier, my familyâs out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.â you smiled at him.
âno problemâ you said, trying so hard not to look at him.
âhm, iâm gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fineâ
âokayâ you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why arenât you that mad at him anymore?
when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.
âyou wanna start now?â he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.
âmaybe we should wait for robin, right?â you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
âsheâs not coming. didnât she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.â
âoh, right.â she didnât tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.
ây/n?â he called.
âyeah?â you looked at him, your ears flushed.
âhave you been avoiding me?â oh shit.
âwhat do you mean?â you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.
âyou know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now iâve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.â oh shit.
âwhat?â you laugh anxiously. âno, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.â
âstop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!â he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.
âsteve, how could i possibly avoid you? youâre everywhere i look!â you blurt out, he was looking at you now. âyouâre at my job, youâre near my house, you give me a ride home, youâre in my fucking friend group!â
âi just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-â
âsteve, stop it, youâre being mean.â you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. âyou know how i feel about you and you always have.â
that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.
âwhat?â he lowered his head, trying to get something out.
âyou dont get to do this to me, okay? you donât. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when iâve been in love with you since middle school.â you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.
âim going home.â you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven.
you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.
âstay.â he whispered.
âwhat?â you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.
âstay.â his hands were on your waist.
âokay.â you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.
until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.
it all happened way too fast.
his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.
your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.
he doesnât even have to say anything, and neither do you.
he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.
he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice heâs just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you canât bear to hide a smirk.
he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.
holy fucking shit.
then, like it didnât drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.
you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.
with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so youâre straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighïżŒs.
âsuch a tease.â he was toying with the hem of your skirt. âthis is hot.â he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.
you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but thatâs not the point).
you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he canât stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.
that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.
its not fair you looked like that. he just couldnât help himself at the sight of you.
his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you canât move.
it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.
he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.
you canât help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,
âyou look likeâŠâ your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck âlike youâre mine.â you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.
âyouâre mine, right?â you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, ânot an answer, hun.â
he had barely touched you and youâre already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.
he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.
âanswer or youâre not cumming tonight.â the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.
âsteve, yes, iâm yours. iâll be so good, please.â you whined.
he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.
âgood girl.â he lifts you up, manhandling you as youâre being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.
he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.
âdonât be greedy.â he looked up at you from where heâs kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.
âmy greedy girlâ you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, âpractically begging for me, huh?â
heâs mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.
âsteveeeâ you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, âplease.â
you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, âwhat it is it, princess? canât even speak and iâve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.â his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, âuse you words.â you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.
âsteve, please,â your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. âneed you in me, please, iâll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.â
âthatâs all you had to say, baby.â with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.
âshit, youâre so pretty.â he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, âgonna fuck you with these on, okay?â you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,
âso fucked out.â he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, âhavenât even fucked you yet and youâre practically soaking.â
your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if heâs not looking.
steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.
your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.
once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. itâs probably the hottest thing heâs ever seen.
he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,
âsteve!â you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. âaw, doll, is that all you can say?â he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, âso fucked out, its cute.â
you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.
his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.
âfuck, steve, ju-just like that, pleaseâ heâs placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.
âfuck, so pretty for me, babyâ he groans as he kisses your clit, âsuch a pretty pussy, canât wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, arenât you?â he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of âyesyessteveâ. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.
his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.
âiâm gonna cum, oh my god, iâm gonna cum donât stop please-â you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.
âsteve- fuck- youâre so fucking goodâ you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.
he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way youâre begging has him working over you faster.
he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,
âfuck, you like that, donât you? being mine? only good for me, huh?â any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.
âohmygodsteveâ youâre a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. youâre praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.
âaw, are you gonna cum already?â you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.
âcum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.â you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.
youâre whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,
âstill need me, baby?â heâs rubbing your cheeks and you canât help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,
âyes, please, need you so bad.â he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,
âgood fucking girl.â you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,
âfuck, need you so bad,â you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way youâre whining for him.
âneedy little slut, arenât you?â you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.
âyour needy little slutâ you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.
âof course you areâ heâs spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, âtell me if you want to stop, okay?â with that, he pushes into you.
pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,
âstill so tightâ he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. âfuck, feels so fucking goodâ he kisses your neck, cooing at you. âpretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.â heâs pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. youâre moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.
âfuck, steve, harderâ he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.
âyou asked for it, dollâ he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. âcan you take this?â he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. âyou said you wanted it harder, didnât you?â
your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. youâre moaning soft chants of âyes, please and steveâ, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.
the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.
âfuck, taking me so wellâ heâs kissing your neck and playing with your tits, âyou were made for meâ he groans.
âoh my godâ you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.
he can tell youâre close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.
âplease, need it so badâ you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,
âneed what, baby?â
âneed to cumâ your voice sounds destroyed, âplease-! please, need you to make me cum, steveâ he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.
âonly i can do this, huh?â
âyou! only you, steve!â you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he mustâve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.
âi want you to cumâ he says, fucking you onto his cock, âcum on my cock like the good girl you are.â
his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.
âfuck, so good for me, honeyâ he kisses your shoulder. âsuch a good girlâ he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.
he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.
âdonât worry, iâm just gonna get some things in the bathroomâ
when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.
âi can go, if you want to.â you mutter, looking down at your hands.
âwhat? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movieâ he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.
âokay, i will then.â you couldnât help but smile.
âhey, about that thing you said earlierâ he looked into your eyes. âi love you too.â
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tag: @nix-rose
#lilas thoughts#lila writes#spotify#steve harrington fic#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington angst#steve harrington is a sweetheart#I AM IN LOVE W THIS MAN!!!#steve harrington x female reader smut#steve harrington x y/n smut#steve harrington fanfic#silencesscreams
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Hey Hailey , can I make a Matt Murdock x reader request?
Reader is learning braille and reading a smut book. Matt is a little annoyed that you don't put this book down when he gets home and smells you getting wet reading it. One day he is home earlier than you and he starts reading this book and masturbates while doing so and at that moment Reader comes home.
Good boy
Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, implied smut, fingering, m! masturbation, switch!Matt, a little of mean!Matt, switch!reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, exhibitionism, overstimulation, Mommy kink, erotica, mentions of sexual intercouse in a church
(lmk if im missing something)
WC: 2.1K
A.N: this is pure smut and its disgusting but I'm a whore for Matt so who cares, hope you enjoy nonnie. And thank you for this cause I went feral last night while writing this đ
(Reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated)
Matt was sitting at his desk, sorting through some paperwork of a recent case he had taken with Foggy. When he heard the sound of the front door opening. He knew that it was you, you had gotten home early that day, so he decided to walk to the living room to see you after a long day at the office. To his surprise, he sensed that you were sitting in your usual spot on the couch, reading a book.
Matt walked over to kiss you only to catch a whiff of something peculiar in the air. He sniffed again and frowned. "Is everything alright sweetheart?" he asked.
You looked up from your book, trying to feign innocence. "Yeah, everything's fine," you said, but Matt could hear the slight waver in your voice. "I'm just reading."Â
It annoyed Matt that you weren't paying attention to him. You hadn't even kissed him or even taken your eyes off of your book when he came to see you.
Matt's suspicions only grew when he noticed that the book you were holding wasn't anything he recognized. He heard your fingers running over the paper just like he would to read his paperwork at work. Matt reached out to take it from you, but you quickly pulled it away. But he felt something different about this book, it was in braille and he got to feel at least what one word said. Moan. It said moan.
Were you-? No, that's impossible, Matt thought. He of course knew you were learning braille since you thought if you had learned more, you could help him out with more things about the apartment. Like the tags on his suits, paperwork, or even write him a love letter in braille but you couldn't be reading smut.Â
"It's nothing," you said, putting your hand over the cover, even though Matt obviously couldn't see it. You felt a bit embarrassed by it and Matt could feel how your blood rushed up to your cheeks.
He could smell your arousal in the air. He could practically taste it on his taste buds. The thought leaves his head and a new one comes to mind.Â
Matt thought this was a way to tease him, work him up. But Matt had other plans with you. He pulled away the book from you and he picked you up to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed the both of you against the wall.
You were so concentrated on your book that a gasp left your mouth at the sudden movements and it turned you on more. "Matt- please".Â
Matt groaned more as the taste and smell of your arousal grew stronger and it made his cock hardened and throb in the confines of his boxers. "Fuck- such a fucking needy slut. Needing to be taken care of isn't that right?"
You nodded rapidly as you didn't trust your voice to speak. "Words angel, I wanna hear you say it". Matt grinded his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Yes"
He wasn't satisfied with that answer and he grabbed your neck to look at him and you moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure all at once. You felt light headed, desire clouding your mind. The need of Matt's cock buried deep inside the warmth of your pussy.Â
And the sinful noise filling the bedroom. All of the moans, whines, grunts, and whimpers. The sound of your wetness dripping down his cock onto his thick thighs that you also loved to grind yourself onto. The slapping noise of Matt slamming into your cunt, making him go feral and pussydrunk.Â
"Yes what?" Even if Matt couldn't see if felt like his eyes were burning through your body as he waited for your answer.Â
"Yes s-sir". You bit your bottom lip when you felt Matt's hot breath down your neck as he left wet kisses down your throat as well.Â
"Mhmm good girl. My little girl can actually talk, who wouldâve thought, I guess after all you aren't just a fuck toy for me to use, or are you?" Matt chuckled as he whispered his praise and degradation in your ear.
"I- I am your fuck toy sir. I'm yours to use, yours to fuck and bring you pleasure with my mouth or pussy". You had no idea where the boost of confidence came from to say all of this to Matt but you were loving it.Â
"I'm your good little slut to make you cum. What do you want sir? Do you want me to get on my knees and suck your cock? Or do you want my wet pussy waiting to be filled with your cum?" A small smirk appears on your face as you think you have taken control for tonight.
"Oh sweetheart, I love this little act you have going on. It's quite hot but I think you need a reminder of who's in charge". Without hesitation Matt moves his hand under your skirt and moves aside your soft panties. Put two of his thick fingers inside, pumping them fast in and out of your soaked pussy.Â
And Matt being the ever most cocky motherfucker that he is, smirked when he heard you moan his name and say a bunch of incoherent things. "Look at you, already becoming a mess, just by my fingers. Now imagine if I had my cock inside of you. Bet you would be cockdrunk, loving the way only I can make you feel good. How only I make you fucking stupid. I'm the only one who can or will ever make you feel this good, you hear me slut?"
You didn't know what made you more wet, Matt's fingers working inside of you or his filthy words. Matt was always a smooth talker, why should you be surprised. You became like a puddle, your legs gave out but Matt held you. His words hit you like a train, it made your slick drip down his wrist to his forearm. The way he worked his fingers made you throw your head back and whine at how fucking good he was.
Damn Matt Murdock. How you wanted to wipe off that smirk on his face. But you were in such a euphoric state that it didn't matter at the moment, you would handle him on another occasion. You nodded your head as he spoke so dirty to you, you submitted to him and Matt lived for that.
After a mind blowing orgasm that Matt gave you with just his fingers, you expected to get on your knees and maybe call it a night. Eat dinner, take a shower together and go to bed. But no, how extremely wrong you were.
"Don't think I'm done with you just yet sweetheart". The sinister grin on Matt's face gave it away that it was going to be a long night for the both of you.Â
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And just how you expected, it indeed was a long night. You woke up running late to work and it didn't help that your legs felt like jelly. Not long after Matt had woken up too and helped you getting ready and you both had agreed to meet back at the apartment for lunch.
Matt had left a bit more early from work than planned, he wanted to clean up the apartment a bit and cook for you. Once Matt started cleaning he came across something. It was your book, but this was the book you were reading yesterday. Matt wanted to know what it was, were you actually reading such filth?
He sat down debating whether he should or shouldn't read your book. But Matt caved into the curiosity. He opened the book and ran his fingers over the braille.Â
"He pushed his tongue into her vagina to get her as wet as possible. He moved his mouth to her clitoris and sucked gently on it as he inserted his fingers into her and kneaded her g-spot". Â
Matt cheeks color changed into a bright pink, this was why he smelled your arousal yesterday. It made Matt's cock twitch as he continued to read the book.Â
 "Leigh bucked and moaned as he pushed in a third finger, then a fourth. She loved being penetrated, would even beg for it when he withheld it to punish her. But he couldnât withhold himself from her today. In two hours theyâd be marriedâjoined spiritually and legally into one. But what mattered now was to be joined physically, sexuallyâŠand the sooner, the better".
Was this maybe what you wanted? To be fucked in a church where the two of you would get married in? Matt couldn't help but the groan that left his mouth as his growing erection was starting to become painful. The idea of you reading this on your own and touching yourself made Matt take off his belt and bucking his hips upwards into the air.
"Leighâs breathing quickened as Bryce pushed his fingers even deeper into her wet heat. Her muscles tightened around his hand. He kneaded her clitoris even harder with his tongue until her whole body went taut and she cried out, her fluid pouring from deep within her and over his face".
Matt pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to wrap his hand around his cock. The tip was already swollen red with precum dripping down, if only you were there to lick it up from his balls all the way up to his tip.
"By the time he got back to his feet, heâd already opened his pants and freed his erection. He didnât even let Leigh catch her breath. He shoved himself into her hard and deep, thrusting without mercy or apology. He wanted her raw from sex when she walked down the aisle, every step reminding her of his desire for her."
Matt fists his cock roughly, he knew he didn't have much time and you could get home at any moment and catch him in such a vulnerable act. Oh, but how it made him groan, he wanted you to find him like this. It made him think of all those times he'd fucked you in the bathroom at some stupid work conference with a bunch of egocentric lawyer.
Or that one time that he couldn't wait til home to fuck you and he pull you out to a office and the window wide open, so that New York could see who was the one who could fuck you into an oblivion. His grunts and moans only grew louder, blocking every other of his senses. Matt could still taste you on his mouth from last night and he was so close to cumming until-
You were already on your way to have lunch with Matt. You had even stopped by at a restaurant for takeout and as you approached the door you heard a groan. Immediately you thought Matt had open a wound he had gotten while on patrol a few nights ago. And as you walked into the door to go help him, you heard a moan and your name.Â
Your heart started to beat faster when you saw Matt on the couch with your book and his fist around his cock. The smirk on your mouth was inevitable, you watched him for a few minutes. The minute you saw Matt's face twist into a face he would make before cumming you cleared your throat.
Matt stopped his movements and his breathing was heavy, sweat had formed on his forehead and his cheeks were red in embarrassment.
"Sweetheart- I didn't-". He had tried to justify himself but it was useless. You had put the pieces together.Â
"I didn't say to stop, did i?" You moved to sit in front of Matt staring at his weeping cock aching for release.Â
"N-noâŠ.you didn't". Matt spoke so softly that it was barely a whisper. You cooed at him. This was your opportunity to take control after your intent from yesterday.
"Then be a good boy for mommy and keep touching yourself, and you're not cumming until I say so, do you understand?"
Matt just whimpered, feeling so sensitive that he bit his lip and nodded.
You pulled his hair back to grab his attention. And Matt being a sucker for pain, moaned loudly at the pain. "Answer me Matthew or you won't cum at all".
"Y-yes mommy, I u-understand". Matt needed you to touch him, your small but soft hands felt so much better than his hand. But he was willing to follow and obey your every command.
"Good boy". You let go of his hair and sat back down to watch him in awe. Maybe the both of you should have lunch together more often.
#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut#daredevil smut#switch!matt#mean!matt#switch!reader
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god im fuckin. thinkin abt soap distancing himself from ghost when roach comes back. cause hes been vying for the lieutenants affection for a while, but then roach is there and ghost is so obviously besotted with him and they have a history and they obviously in love so what place does he have to get in the way of that?
then roach, whos heard so much from ghost about the sergeant and how good he is, goes and starts talking to soap and befriends him, and soap is drawn back closer to ghost and he soon realizes that fuck. hes in love with roach too.
but ghost and roach are happy together. theyre happy and in love and, again, who is he to get in the way of that? he hasnt known either of them as long as theyve known each other, he hasnt been through as much as them, and hes not worthy of them. not the way theyre worthy of each other.
so he pushes himself away again. everytime theyre together it hurts. every smile roach gives him when hes ranting. every chuckle ghost gives when he tells a stupid joke. every pat on the arm he gets after a good mission, every bit of praise he gets after doing good on the field, everything- it all hurts.
so he pushes away. he makes excuses to skip out on invitations to hang out, he stops ranting so much, he goes to meals earlier than usual to avoid the pair (even when ghost gets up at an ungodly hour in the morning) and eats as fast as his stomach can handle, he spars with gaz or konig or anyone other than ghost or roach.
he doesnt really expect them to notice that hes distant- at the very least expect them to care. but as time goes on it gets harder and harder to stay away, to the point where he starts to spend his breaks in his room instead of somewhere open. he starts sneaking snacks into his room for when he doesnt eat enough at meals because roach had dropped down right next to him with his own food and tried to start a conversation. he swears he fills out his sketchbooks three times faster than before with all the free time he has.
he ignores the ache he feels from being apart from them- its better that its him feeling that instead of making things awkward with ghost and roach.
eventually he ends up cornered- very nearly literally- with ghost guarding the doorway and roach with one hand on the wall next to his head and one pushing his chest, pinning him against the wall. it flusters him more than he'd like to admit.
roach asks whats going on with him, and he starts to spew out some fib about being swamped with work, but then ghost is way closer than before and he places a hand on the other side of soaps head and leans in and fucking growls "thats bullshit, sergeant." and soap lets out an honest to fucking god whine. on the fucking spot. hes surprised his legs didnt give out and drop him to his damn knees right then and there. hes too caught up in his embarrassment that he doesnt hear the way roachs breath hitches, or the way ghosts gaze gets a little darker.
ghost reaches out and grabs his chin, making him look him directly in the eyes.
"tell the truth, johnny."
and soap cant fucking hold the words back anymore.
"im in love with you! both of you!"
but he doesnt stop at a simple confession- he figures that maybe if he rambles long enough theyll get annoyed enough that theyll fucking forget what he just said, that theyll miss the point of the conversation, that he wont have fucked everything up.
"soap- johnny- johnny."
he stops, catching his breath the best he can.
"you've been avoiding us.... because youre in love with us?"
soap swears that hes on the verge of tears as he nods. he expects something- disgust, anger, annoyance- but he doesnt expect roach to lean in and press him lips against his own. his mind goes blank.
he cant help but lean to chase roach a bit when he pulls away, and he has only a moment of fuzziness before his eyes widen snap to ghost, distress filling him once again, and he tries to stutter out an apology but is cut off by ghost lifting his mask and kissing johnny himself.
when they part, its all johnny can do to look at both of them and breathe out an "oh."
#myposting#mydrabbles#soaptag#roachsoapghost#roachghostsoap#ghostroachsoap#ghostsoaproach#soapghostroach#soaproachghost#simon ghost riley#gary roach sanderson#john soap mactavish#whoops!!!!! im not sorry#godddd i just.#shout out to fuckin tavtarnish for ruining my fuckgin brain !!!!
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You met me over grindr while I was in the city for a one night stand and for some reason we kept in touch, some glow around me that you really liked. Your living situation is a little crowded so we figured we would hook up in an empty bulldozer at a construction site at night. I work at a fire tower in the mountains and I really like other trans men but due to the geography haven't found anybody to stick around, so I tend to get around quite a bit when in the city.
Your living situation is tough. You've tried to go on hormones, or blockers, but keep being shamed and rejected and getting pressured out of it by distant family members or chaser-y roommates. You have no room to grow. You're fucking miserable. You contemplate offing yourself, guiltily, but quickly shoo the thought away considering you have a roof over your head and no real reason to be sad.
We text obsessively. I'm lonely out there, stealth trans in the middle of nowhere, and whenever I have service we text, call, vent, joke, bust balls, tell each other all our deepest, darkest secrets. They're looking to hire another lookout, my coworker retired. It requires you to live onsite and they provide housing without taking it out of your paycheck. I sympathize with your situation, I tell you you'd do well in this position, I'll put in a good word for you with the forest service, you should apply. Get you out of that glorified pig sty and somewhere with fresh air where you can finally breathe.
You get the job, make a fucking decision and leave everything behind to come work with me. We reunite, get drunk, get you accustomed to your new life. You talk to very few people and nobody seems to clock you as trans anyway. Your daily work is hard and manual but refreshing compared to customer service. You let me rail you every night, your food is taken care of, you're reading and working out and getting your back blown out on the clock.
Sometimes it feels like I make you do everything I'm supposed to do, I seem to enjoy watching you sweat and lift heavy things and slack on my work. I have a ton of testosterone that I share a little too excitedly with you and it doesnt look prescription, in small brown vials with blue caps, some of them are labelled cypionate but also proprionate, enthonate, undecanoate, demonic incantations you've never seen before in your life. And I'm real weird about always doing your injection for you. I stab it in so fast and it looks violent but it doesn't feel as bad when you do it, but the way I make eye contact and hold the needle in my teeth while I do my own injection is a little off putting. I'm constantly pushing you, nothing you ever do is good enough for me, all of my fetishes while we're fucking seem to entail you doing push ups naked, squats, bending over and letting me examine you, your legs getting so sore after im making you ride it, letting me squeeze your tits and feeling your pec underneath the breast. I smoke a pack a day and pressure you into joining me, complimenting you on how raspy and fucked up your voice sounds.
You have doubts. You aren't able to call your friends as often as you thought you would. When you talk to people you've been isolated so long you talk over them garishly, talk all about yourself, make too many dirty jokes and swear too much the way we talk to each other, awkward and unfit for civilized society. All you have is me and you have no choice but to trust that I have your best intentions in mind.
You let me teach you how to use a shotgun the salty perfume of the gunpowder staining your hands as your aim gets better and better, your guard lowering the more I've been praising you for doing what I want. We went hunting and you shot your first deer. I was so excited and you were so validated by how proud I was, it felt like a big hug from the inside out. You send a picture of the field dressed deer to your old city friends, guts steaming in the morning sun. they're absolutely disgusted by the fact that you would do such a thing and show them. You're a fucking machine of a man now and you're able to tame the wilderness everywhere except for in yourself.
After months you plain don't recognize yourself in the mirror. Your hair is wild, your facial hair not just a few long pubes jealously untouched on your chin but a uniform patchy stubble shaved haphazardly when you were tired of it being singed when you did fight fires. Knuckles scarred, shoulders broad, the gross muscle you feared you would develop rippling like a tiger under your skin and the extra weight you've gained. You talk like I do, you act like I do, you think like I do, you can't tell where you stop and I start. Your reflection looks sleepless, disordered, lost, a thuggish stranger. Heartless man.
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hello! could i ask for nswf alphabet for ben?? i dont know if you do things like that so feel free to ignore it! thank you in advance and take your time love! â€ïž
BEN Drowned NSWF alphabet!
â„ Ofc i will write it!! Here you go! Im so sorry that i kept you waiting so much...!
ËăăâŠăăă.âËââ§ê°á â à»ê± â§âË. ăăăâŠăăË
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
Ben is definitely more on a chill side, he wont do very much but i would say that he still does a nice job. Usually the whole love-making ends up with you taking shower together, and just cuddling in bed with a drink of your choice. It is either this, or you playing in some video game (or you watch Ben do it while laying on him).
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Okay, Ben is totally a chest guy. Doesnt matter if you are male or female, small or big - boobs are boobs and he loves them. And he also loves thighs! Like you could just choke him with them and he would thank you... Loves grabbing them when you guys have sex. I should say something cute and lovey-dovey like he adores your eyes..well, they do lit up in pretty way when you are reaching your climax i guess??
Body part that he loves the most would propably be his hands? They are..just pretty, okay? A bit veiny with slender fingers, the perfect to reach every place on your body!..Plus holding hands during sex!!
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⊠Iâm a disgusting person)
Ben love to either cum inside you or on your belly/ back - depends what position are you in (with your consent ofc). There is something about watching you so messy and dirty just becasue of him!
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Ben is 100% a panty thief, he either steals them from laundry basket or from your drawer. What he do with them? Jerking off obviously..
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
I see Ben as someone not really experienced. High possibility that he isnt a virgin, but he definitely takes all his knowledge from porn. Because of that his knowledge isnt the best and he may act suprised that things doesnt works the way they do in porn. But Ben is eager to learn! So no worries, you bothwill be satisfied!
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Pretty basic, but positions like missionary, doggie style or cowgirl/cowboy keeps him going and he finds it the most comfy.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Humorous! Im not saying sex with him isnt romantic, but im sure you guys both giggle a lot during it! He dont tell you jokes or anything, but he sometimes can say such a dumb thing that you just cant help but laugh. Awkwardness with Ben doesnt exist, he will make it all better and make a fool of himself just so you wont be stressed!
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Carpet does match the drapes, blond yet a bit more dark than his hair (on his head). He is either well groomed, or he has a full blush. Will make it clean if you ask him tho! Ben himself doesnt have preferences when it comes to you.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŠ)
There is intimacy, just on this weird way! Like yes, you both giggle a lot but its all from love! He definitely says "i love you" a lot, but isnt the type of guy to scatter the roses and lit candles in the room.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He did jerked off a lot, at least once per day, before he met you. But after he get into relationship with you, he does it way less - its either if you are not around for a long time or you dont want to have sex with him at the moment.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I think he would be into praise kink, call him good boy and tell him how a good job he did and he is all weak. Also mirror kink and he has a thing for recording your both acts - not like you both will show it to anybody, but there is some kind of arousal in it. Ben also loves creampies! He feels so proud of himself that he made you feel so stuffed, and just watching his cum leaking from you make him feel something.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Mostly his/your room and bed, its the most comfortable for you both and you have the privacy. But! He wouldnt be opposite to do it in aome more risky place.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Oh man, what doesnt turn him on? You could do anything and he still finds you attractive and sexy, no matter how you look at this moment. But mostly you wearing his clothes, teasing him and flirting with him or just light touches on his body (yk, the one that are supposed to be innocent but they arent). Ben also loves to receive nudes from you and not nude photos (in underwear and stuff).
N = NOÂ (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Hurt you or do something that you dont want to do. Sex should be for the both of you, not only one-sided.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Ben doesnt mind giving, you would be suprised how good at it he is! He is great at using his mouth and his fingers, and no matter if he is deep inside you with his tongue or if you are deep inside him you always feel good.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
More on slow and sensual side, but its becasue of his laziness. When he is extremaly horny tho, he will be faster, but nothing too much.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Quickies are pretty often, usually when you both are in rush but want eachother really badly. And Ben loves them, not as much as proper sex but still. He enjoyes the rush and the adrenaline.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Ben is willing to take a risk, he is kinda unexperienced so he is eager to try anything you want to try.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŠ)
One round and he needs to take a break, yet he can last pretty long. But if you havent came, then he will gladly use his hands or mouth to help you.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I believe Ben would own toys, just basic things like dildo or vibrator and often use it during masturbation. Maybe so a fleshlight?? He will gladly use them on you, and will be happy if you do the same for him during the whole love making.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Ben is a huge tease, both with his words and actions. He definitely will make you all horny for him, and then just leave you be until you wont beg him to touch you. When you are close to cumming, he just straightly pulls out and mock you. And when he is a bottom, such a brat he is, doesnt listem to anything you say!
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Ben is really LOUD. There is literally every possible sound coming from his mouth, whimpering, growling moaning..you name it!
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
You will hate me for that so much but he seems like type of person to have one of dakimakuras with his waifu or something and using it for not tasty purpouse (humping ofc)
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
Around 6inches (15cm) and his dick is definitely more on a width side, nothing too abnormal but widther than average. He has couple of veins, dick curved upward and Ben has very sensitive balls..!
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
HUGE. Its easier to tell when he is not horny rather than when he is. If you will want to have sex with him, then he mostly feels the same!
Z = ZZZ (⊠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If the sex was during night hours, he would fall asleep pretty quickly - yet he still would fall asleep cuddling to you closely. He always want to wait until you will fall asleep, but he does that way more quickly.
#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta#headcanon#nswf alphabet#creepypasta fandom#crp#wholecircus#horror#slasher#requested
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i just went through so many of your posts and got so wet and hard, god i want a nerdy guy to fuck me so bad
iâd want him to start with my ass, ive already lost my virginity there and id make it sooo good for him id even bounce on it if he wanted me to ride it anything he wants
and then once heâs finished there, id want him to finger my pussy and praise me thinking that would make it easier and looser since its my first time, then id want him to stuff his dick into me when im prepared enough. to fuck into me nice and slow and it feels so good that he cant help but mutter a âgood slutâ under his breath, once he hears me whimper and tighten around him he keeps going, degrading me and feeling my boypussy get wetter and looser with every vile thing he says until he shoots his load deep inside meâŠ
All this to say you and your blog are super sexy!!! Keep being awesome <3
hye anon :3
woooah.. you guys really love my nerdy/incel guy stuff huh?
it's lovely how much you fantasize about him, when he uses both of your holes and ruins them like the virgin loser he is.. disgusting pervert incel guy <3
i LOVE asks like these! if you're an adult (18+), feel free to send me these! (MDNI... of course)
thank you so much for your appreciation towards my work and me <3 i'll probably post more nerdy content soon!!!!
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Okay so we've had leaving Cove for Baxter but what about an uno reverse card here? A post step 4 scenario where MC leaves Baxter and figures out they've always loved Cove?
P.S. Love, love, live your writing!!!
im so glad you sent this!! tysm for the praise<333 i feel like this could relate to this: question abt the reverse also i didn't think abt it then, n maybe i said this but to finish that thought. (eta now that ive linked it, BABE U LITERALLY RAMBLED STFU<///3) but baxter accepts your feelings bc he's desperate for love and he's pined after you for years. ALTHOUGH if i were to write it canonically, he would be so offended that you'd even bother and encourage you to leave cove before you hurt him. cove would do the same, if you confess to him he would Instantly lose all respect n interest in you and would all but spit at you if you did BAXTER WOULD ACTUALLY CALL YOU DISGUSTING AS WELL... i like to imagine cove would bc yk, i like the parallel, but he wouldn't and he'd prbly go "is that what you think of me?" bc he'd feel like a piece of meat in that situation
tags : Angst (w happy ending for you), Hurt/Comfort, breaking up w baxter, unrequited to requited love, falling out of love w baxter
synopsis : you break up with baxter because you realize you don't love him anymore. then you realize someone else is piquing your interest...
baxter is surprised, but he also expected this...
lately you'd been pulling away, and you've been lost in thought. and he's walked in on you crying a few times and you didn't want to explain to him why.
he feels his blood go cold, and he feels pressure wash over him.. he tries not to cry or choke up when he speaks.
he has to act like a gentleman. he needs to be understanding. he needs to be the strong one because you're sitting on the floor and crying, apologizing and hiding your face in your hands.
your sobs and shaky form hurts him more. he knows it's not your fault. it's his, in all honesty.
he left you so cruelly 5 years ago, and even though you've been together for a year and shared many happy moments with hushed giggles and loving kisses, you couldn't find the same love for him as when you were young.
baxter tries not beat himself up, pushing down his darker minds degrading chorus...
he puts a hand on your head, smoothing his palm over his pants. his palm hurts from digging his nails into it.
tonight is going to be rough. tomorrow will be harder.
"it's okay y/n. we had a good time together right?" baxter smiles. although the thickness of his voice makes you tuck in on yourself more.
he continues soothing you, ignoring the tears in his eyes. "i understand... we're so different now, it's not surprising it didn't work."
baxter's humorless and watery laugh makes you cry more, and you know he's crying now too. "we should stop looking back on the past now." baxter pets your head, trying to milk the last bit of affection from your dying relationship.
he feels like his world is opening up.
you turn your face away and wipe roughly at your tears. you know you look like a mess, but you feel so overwhelmed, and you have enough shame to not want to face baxter.
you finally look up at him, baxter lifting his gaze from his knees to look at you, glazed amber staring back at you. your heart clenches.
even though you don't love him the same way anymore, this kills you all the same.
"i'll... get my stuff tomorrow." you whisper.
cove was torn when you got with baxter.
he's always loved you, and when you still pined for baxter even after that summer, he got accustomed to putting his feelings aside to let your relationship grow.
but now you were sitting on his couch, looking distant at his fish tank.
your eyes were blurred with tears, and it took everything to curl yourself into the corner of the couch.
"y/n?..."
...
cove goes to call out again- "yeah?" you mutter, your words tiny and soft. weak. forced.
"what can i do for you?" cove wanted to gather up all your pain and take it away. so that the only thing left was for you to be happy.
...
you lick your lips, fixing your feet that were sliding off the cushion.
"i don't know. nothing for now." you turn and try to smile. "this is okay for now, i'm sorry for bugging you i..."
you swallow. "i don't wanna be alone right now."
cove comes closer, wrapping his arms around you, hiding your face in his neck. "i don't mind, i'll always be here for you."
it's silent for a long moment, the only sound being the TV cove didn't turn off at your insistence.
less sound meant your thoughts were louder.
you focused on the trickling water of the tank and it suddenly made you aware of how dry you were after crying.
you wrestle your arm free from the blankets and cove's hold, and you feel him watching your every move.
after drinking half the glass, you lean into cove's chest and take in the sound of his heartbeat.
cove is the only thing that keeps your head from spinning and the world from crashing.
you huff. this is frustrating. you're frustrated with everything, mostly with yourself.
"do you... wanna talk now?" cove inquires gently, rambling about how you don't have to but it might help.
you don't say anything for a bit, tracing the waves and lines of cove's tattoo.
"..even though i pined for him for so long..." you start, slowly letting the words come to you. "i thought this was it, i thought i was over him leaving me. but..."
you start to cry, so you sit up to turn around, hiding your face in your hands.
"i spent so long being sad that.."
"i spent so long being angry that.."
"i spent so long being angry then sad and missing him that.."
you swallow, muttering. "that i didn't even realize when i stopped loving him..."
it's quiet. and you don't look up to see if cove heard, but you assume he did since he asks a interesting question...
"then.. why are you so sad? i mean i get it, but..." cove groans, trying to word his thought carefully and correctly.
"i'm sorry.. it just seems like you're upset about something else, too..."
you exhale shakily, despising the tears still pouring from your eyes.
you take in what cove asked, debating what to say before you speak. "i thought this was what i wanted, but now i..." you start crying, overwhelmed.
cove just pulls you back into him, deciding that was enough talking for tonight, and now it was just about cheering you up.
it's been a few months, things are... different. some days are difficult. but most of them are better, just a bit mellow.
it took a bit, but your new apartment finally feels like home, and you can sit in the silence and solitude of it without feeling like your chest is caving in.
at least for today.
you and cove laugh, falling onto your new mattress after finally getting it through the door.
after the giggles die down, you flip over and look at cove. "thanks for helping."
cove turns his head to smile at you, "nah. derek did most the work."
"well, he's not here to receive my 100th thanks, so just take it."
cove laughs heartily.
lately, cove has started to look more handsome. ethereal, in fact. and you can't look away..
"y/n?.."
you hum, looking back at the ceiling. fuck you got caught.
"you're doing it again y'know?"
you whip around to look at cove, who has a smug grin on his face. "what? that's the second time you've said that! what does it even mean?!" you exclaim, slapping cove's chest with the back of your hand.
he laughs joyously, "like you're thinking philosophical thoughts!"
you roll your eyes, "ooo big words there, ocean boy. wouldn't you like to know about my philosopher thoughts." you mock, teasing cove with a grin you don't bother to fight coming across your lips.
"yep." cove pops the 'p', simply agreeing that he wants to know what's on your mind.
you watch each other in silence, and your eyes fall on his lips and he parts them to speak but you beat him to it, muttering lowly and if it wasn't for the emptiness and tranquility around you, he wouldn't have heard it.
"i'm thinking about how pretty you are..."
cove stills, you can hear his breath hitch and he stops breathing for a moment.
you continue, letting the water flow now that you've opened the gates.
"i know you've always had a crush on me, and please don't think i'm playing with you.." you swallow, keeping eye contact so as to will yourself to go on, although the depths of cove's glassy eyes make you flatter a bit.
you curl your fingers into your palms, keeping yourself from petting his cheek.
"at some point i started to.. realize just how much you are there for me. and i.." you lick your lips, "i love you."
cove starts to cry, and to that he sits up to hide his face.
you sit up as well, reaching out to cove's back. you don't know if you should touch him or not...
he cries for a bit. eventually, you do reach out, curling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt. you can't bring yourself to come closer, not sure how to comfort cove or if you even should, but you want him to know you're still here and waiting.
waiting for what? you're not sure.
waiting for him to seek your comfort? waiting for him to reject you? either way, you're waiting, and he turns around when he finally stops the waterworks.
"y-you mean it?" cove chokes, and you nod.
"yeah." you whisper, like any louder approval and it'll come off as half-hearted.
he pauses for a moment, looking at you. searching your gaze and trying to pick your brain apart.
"did you... break up with baxter because you...?" he can't say it, like he's not allowed to. like if he says it, it might shatter.
"love you?" you finish, "no. breaking up with baxter had nothing to do with you or my feelings for you."
"good, good..." cove repeats, sagging a bit in relief. "can i ask you one last question?"
"anything, cove." you assure, antsy to what will come out of his mouth. maybe this is all leading to rejection, but at least he'll know you loved him.
"you aren't saying that because i helped you through your breakup, right?" cove approaches softly. he doesn't mean to offend you, and you take none.
"no!" you lean forward, snatching up cove's hands. "i didn't say it right earlier.. what i meant was, i stopped seeing you as just a friend." you fret a bit, softening as you think about how you see cove now.
"i was hung up on what i couldn't have with baxter, and i know it sounds bad, but once i realized i was living in my head too much and didn't even know what i was feeling until after the fact.."
you intertwine your hands with cove's, looking up at him. "i realized life was so much better than in my head, and there was, is, someone greater than i could ever imagine."
you don't realize it until cove reaches up to wipe some tears from your cheeks. you laugh, "you're crying too, dummy."
cove laughs, holding your hand against his cheek.
"i've been waiting so long to hear you say that." cove cringes, "well... maybe too long. you're so hard to get over, i could never do it..."
cove looks at you with affectionate eyes.
"does this mean..?" you question, a bit egear but holding your horses.
cove laughs and nods. "yeah. i love you too, y/n."
you beam, taking his face in your hands and resting your foreheads together. "we'll take it slow, if it helps."
cove flushes, feeling a bit bold and is flustered by the fact. "not too slow, i've been waiting almost 17 years for this."
cove is the one to close the gap, swallowing your words before you can tease him, laugh, or agree.
you let him, letting cove pull you down to earth again and into him, as he always does.
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THIS WILL BE THE LAST TROLLS POST I EVER MAKE.
First off, thank you to those of you that continued to show all the work I make love. Thank you for caring for my work other than Trolls.
Now, onto this post and my final statements about this fandom.
I joined the fandom late, Iâd always technically been a part of it but never interacted until about a year or so ago through this site. Immediately I got interaction and a good amount of followers, a lot of people enjoying my work and wanting more.
That âwanting moreâ slowly became harassment as I got messages every day from a select few people commanding me to continue writing or making fanart. This slowly started to seep into me but was NOT the nail in the coffin. Even as i got handfuls of asks commanding more.
The nail was how the fandom handles abuse and abusers. I am a punk person, to those of you that know my Tiktok i post a LOT of punk content and have gained so much interaction. I am well known in a lot of communities and am even trying to advocate for the people that cant. It is BASE LINE respect to âalways believe the victimâ. Base line. Yet as soon as a very POPULAR and HIGHLY FOLLOWED creator who is being accused of abuse posts content back showing very explicit conversations and mental breakdowns to embarrass you into silence everyone FLOCKS to them. I had so many friends in this fandom, and as soon as i was publicly HUMILIATED by him for speaking out, i was being blocked. Some of the people i used to make fanart for and support are now people i look at with fear and disgust. This includes my fans, people who BETRAYED me and did not stand with me. Didnt QUESTION why all of a sudden I deleted everything?
Let me lay things out for you all, FINALLY. Since im fucking PISSED. He BLACKMAILED ME INTO SILENCE. He got his boyfriend to THREATEN ME. And when all was said and done as i was choking on my sobs? He kept the post UP. His post with THOUSANDS of views and comments saying disgusting things about me. Because no one gave a FUCK about the fact that me and my friend both came out about horrors when it came to him and his new boyfriend.
I am so disgusted and disappointed as to how my fans reacted to this all, i had even gotten a dm PRAISING ME for going back into silence. That broke my fucking heart.
Why am i bringing this up now? Because a multitude of his art for Fliff had had messages for me. Which NO ONE but me and my fiance knew about. Dictator barb? Message. Floyd saying insults to riff? Message. Are you all that illiterate to context of someones character? Did the INCEST HE PUT ON HIS TWITTER NOT SAY ANYTHING??? JD and his BROTHER having a threesome, completely naked said NOTHING? And when someone pointed it out he said he didnt give a shit.
No one gave a FUCK. I have so much dirt on one of his friends i used to ADORE that i will never utter even though he also fucking abandoned me because he knew him longer and believed i was the wailing banshee.
So overall, trolls fandom, get your FUCKING ACT STRAIGHT. About victims. And about context.
I am a HUMAN BEING. My callout was not something to laugh at and silence just because you like the PORN he draws.
Heâs once again posting after i was able to get him to fuck off from this fandom for almost a year. The relief i felt for that year was bliss. And now? I can barely fucking breathe. Once again i feel trapped.
So FUCK YOU ALL.
Have a fucking ANGRY and HURT tw of self harm under this sentence.
Good riddance, Trolls fandom. This is the last i will utter a word about the fandom or my experience. I am so disappointed.
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Let's see if you have the guts to answer me. Why? I just wanna know "why" are you doing all this? What motivates you to open 3 accounts to shit talk a celebrity you never met? Did he do something to you on a personal level? If not why do you care about his personal Life so much? You call him all kind of ugly things from weak/insecure/immature to idiot/emotionally damaged while stalking/harassing him and his gf for what? 3 years? You call them bullies but the only bully I see is you. You are insecure about your "opinion/assumptions"...that's why you open a new account every time your last got reported, you obviously need validation from other people. You need them to agree with your crazy little rants. So who is the insecure one? Your entire page screams "I have too much time on my hands....Im going to create a hate page for a celebrity because I lack self confidence and a social life myself"! And btw Im not saying you cant have your opinion on him, hes a public figure but some people go way too far and you are one of them. We live in turbulent times, why arent you putting your focus on more important things? If you hate Henry now, cool let him go and move on. There are way bigger issues in the world than Henry's dating life...let the man do whatever he wants, its really not your business. And when people want to support him, let them. We dont care about bs rumors with zero proof, what we care about is his work.
Henry himself admitted he has issues showing his feelings btw, he is a introverted Person! He doesnt hide it. And yes I believe he has anxiety just like many many other people and you shaming and belittling him for it is disgusting. Idk why you do this but maybe start looking at your own behavior before you point fingers at Henry and Natalie. I would suggest you to find happiness for yourself, get a hobby, go outside...let things go that no longer make you happy. There are so many celebrities, go find a new one to obsess over. But you know Hollywood is a toxic business dont you? With the Diddy files coming out and many celebrities getting exposed...there wont be many celebrities left to stan. Henry is a saint compared to them. But why arent you exposing them? the real criminals, s3x trafficking, child abusing satanists/p3dos...doesnt matter to you I guess. Get your priorities straight Girl because even if you are right in some ways what does it matter? Henry is the one who has to live with it not you, not me or anyone...him. There are many PR relationships in Hollywood, nobody in the Business cares if his relationship is real or fake because Hollywood is fake as a whole, its run by p3dos and criminals. The fact that Hollywood doesnt like Henry much should tell you everything you need to know.. he's not one of them. He didnt sell his soul, didnt lose his values ( according to someone who knows him) He stays out of there as much as he can. Im not saying hes perfect but people who actually know him, people who work or have worked with him only have good things to say about him. He has done so many good deeds.. He donated 1 million to earthquake victims, secretly paid for an actor and his friends meal, he saved a co-stars life from drowning, he sends wrap gifts to everyone on every single project he works on and much more and he never brags about these things. You obviously dont see other celebrities do you? because many of them brag about everything they do on social media. And last but not least, you dont work in a toxic business like Hollywood, you dont know what its like and what he's been through. I have seen the Witcher smear campaign thrown at him but nothing with substance or actual proof, the sources are always anonym. The cast and crew came out praising Henry debunking most of it. There are higher up people who would love to see Henry getting cancelled in order to save their own a#$es. They have been trying but obviously cant find anything on him so why do you think you can? When even Hollywood insiders cant? Have you ever seen someone directly accuse him of something? Mistreatment? Abuse? Ever? And im talking about a legit source not the anonym bs....! Gina recently spoke about him and she only confirmed what we know since years.. that he is a real Gentleman, a beautiful, passionate, kind Man. Go ask anyone he worked with, ask them what hes actually like and they will tell you he's a great Guy!
Wow! I see I touched a nerve. Apparently, I'm in the right direction to have you write a manifest. Well, to answer some of your questions, so it's OK to do what I do, as long as it is with another celeb? And, Henry is untouchable? Hum. Interesting. You suggest us to find something else to entertain us. Well, this shenanigan entertains me. This is how I chose to spend my free time, entertaining with the circus Henry is performing. But, you seem hurt to have people disagreeing with you. Different opinions threaten your beliefs. So much, you wrote a manifest. Who is the insecure? If all I write is bullshit on a personal blog, that won't make any difference in Henry's life, minion.
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