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thewritergx · 2 months ago

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Simon Says: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Y/N just back from an awful case. You fucked up big time and now Dean has to teach you how to listen.

Warnings: Smut, Pet Names (Baby, Slut, Bitch), Dom!Dean, Blood. Bodily injury, Oral (male-receiving), Breeding Kink, Spanking, Squirting, could be non-con if you squint.

Word Count: 4K

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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A small gash bled across my face. Fucking Demons, I rolled my eyes. O was sitting in the backseat of the Impala, listening to Dean bitch about how I can't put yourself in situations like that. I rolled my eyes again

The three of us thought we were on a routine ghost hunt, only to find it was a group of high up demons terrorizing a quiet town in Texas. We knew who they were but not where they were staying or why they were here. Sam and I had come up with a great plan. I was going to seek out a demon at the bar, get him to take you back to his place. We were told by a few locals where they liked to hangout, drink as much as their vessels would allow. It was working out perfectly too.

I sat down on a rickety old stool, ordered a vodka cranberry from the waitress. She was nice, dressed as a pinup girl doll. She wore cutoff shorts, a flannel crop top tied in bow under her breast and a cowboy hat. I admired her body, the way her clothes fit her perfectly.

A few seats down from me a tall man with a bread sat sipping a whiskey drink on rocks. I walked over, taking my drink. I could spot a demon easily. They always stood in public spaces, always looking like they were waiting, watching too closely.

As I approached him, I flashed a smile.

“Hey, care for some company”. My hair covered an earpiece connected to Sam and Dean. I felt like an FBI agent wearing it. I also decided this was the perfect time to fuck with Dean. He was in a horrible mood the entire drive down and he hated the plan Sam and I created.

The demon smiled. Whoever he was wearing took great care of his body. His arms were toned, nice curls in his hair. I couldn't complain. I dragged my care closer to him. “What's your name, big boy?” I sipped out of your drink, trying to make it look like I was actually drinking while still staying level headed.

“Paul, what about you pretty girl?” The Demon in Paul’s body moved a strand of hair out of your face, brushing it behind your ear.

“Sandra”, I lied. The Demon shook his head, Sandra lingering on his tongue as he repeated it out loud. “Pretty”, he stated.

I thanked him, nodding my head with pleasure.

“You know, I could show you something really pretty if you want to get out of here”. I stood, holding my hand out to the Demon.

“And what would that be? The Demon smiled. My plan was going so beautifully.

I leaned into him, my mouth close to his ear and whispered “anything you’d like to see, daddy. You knew Dean would be pissed now. Calling another man daddy, even if it was part of a hunt, would light a fire so hot in him he might explode.

The demon stood, taking my hand “dirty little girl, huh? Gonna let me do whatever I want?” He asked, his eyebrow raised a bit.

I nodded, walking him towards the exit. “My place is off limits. My needy boyfriend is there” I stated matter of factly. That would piss Dean off. Once outside the demon led you to his car. A nice Chevy Malibu in a light gray color. Dean would hate it if you laughed to yourself. I felt the demon blade pressed against my leg, kept in a hollister by my ankle.

I sat in the shotgun seat, putting on my seat belt. The demon gripped my thigh, his finger grazing slightly against my core. I didn't react. Although I was playing confident, I had no intention of actually doing anything with anyone other than Dean. We had been dating for about six months now, and the sex was the best thing I have ever experienced.

Behind us, two bright headlights shine. I recognized the headlights of the Impala easily. Mostly because they were blinding and Dean refused to drive without his brights on. I felt safe knowing the boys were only a few cars down from me.

In the Impala, Dean gripped the steering wheel. His teeth were grinding, his jaw clenched. Sam looked over laughing, “Dean, you gotta chill. She's just doing what we told her”.

“This was yall’s fuckin’ plan. I had no part in this shit, Sammy.” Dean's words came out like daggers, digging into anyone around him.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, I turned onto a dirt road. It was dark and we drove until we reached a run down house. The windows were boarded up and no one else was around for miles. I no longer saw the headlight behind me and I was tarting to wonder if Dean had been right.

In the ear, I heard Dean “Y/N, we're right behind you but can't see you right now. Say something so we know you're safe”. I felt relief at the sound of his voice.

“So, what do you have in mind?” I mumbled.

“Aw, getting shy now? Don’t worry, we’re gonna have such a fun night. Wont want to ever go back to that little boyfriend of yours.” The demon opened his side door and you followed, stepping on the muddy ground outside. The demon took my hand, walking you up the front steps of the house. It was pitch black inside before he turned on a single light. A couch sat in the living room with a pretty nice TV. It was probably the only real nice thing in the whole room.

The demon led me inside, sitting me on the couch. It was dusty and I really didn't want to touch it. In another room I heard clashing and a few mumbles. “Stay here for a second,” he said harshly as he walked to the door. When he opened it for more demons to come out, all looking in my direction.

“Brought us a treat?” One of them asked. His eyes were jet black.

“It’s getting really hot in here.” It was your code red phrase. One that the boy was recognized as dangerous. I stayed still, watching the demons approach me.

In a few short seconds, the front door swung open. “Sorry to crash your little party,” Dean yelled across the room. The boys gripped shining white blades in their hands. Sam stabbed the closest one next to me, sending him into flames. That was my chance to rise, pulling the hem of my jeans up and grabbing the blade from my ankle. As I bent down a demon wearing a woman with long red hair, grabbed me and shoved me to the ground. I landed hard, scraping the side of my face. A small gash ran red blood down to my eye. Now I was pissed. I threw my knife as I pulled myself up, landing it hard in her stomach.

I smiled. “That was so cool” I finally spoke out. Dean did crack a subtle smile at that. He wasn't soulless, that was good. The three of us were able to take down all the demons except one. We had questions we needed answered.

“What are yall' doing here? Who Sent you?’ Sam yelled as he pressed the demon against the wall.

“Wouldn't you and your pretty bitch like to know?” The demon smiled. “She was all over me by the way, might want to get that slut on a leash.” The demon hissed at me.

I laughed and saw Dean’s grip around the knife. “You shut the fuck up or I’m gonna make this real, real slow.” Dean shouted.

“Answer the question!” Sam spit.

The demon laughed again, his eyes black as night. That was the last straw for Sammy, and he shoved the knife deep in his back.

“Sam, what the hell? We needed answers! Now we have nothing.” I scolded him.

“I’m sorry but I wasn't listening to that shit anymore.” Sam dropped the demon to the ground and picked up his blaze.

The three of us walked out of the house. Both boys were fuming. “Get in. Now,” Dean demanded and opened the back door. Great, now I have to deal with silence and mean looks all the way home.

This was a few hours ago now. Sam had fallen asleep a bit ago and Dean played Led Zeppelin low on the speakers. We hadn't taken a single break from driving and my back was aching from sitting upright. I undid my seat belt and laid my back flat against the cold leather. I brought my knees up, bent in an upright position.

“Get your shoes off my seat.” The first words Dean had spoken in an hour. I shot him a look in the mirror. Instead of doing what he asked, I dug my shoes in harder, pressing into the leather fabric. I heard Dean huff and mumble something under his breath. He shot me a look this time. "I'm serious y/n, you're gonna fuckin' get it when we get back home". I smiled at the thought and continued to ignore him. After a while longer, I closed my eyes, trying to find a quick rest.

I was woken in the morning by the trunk slamming hard. The sun finally rises through the widows. it took you a moment to remember the events of last night. I knew Dean would be exhausted from driving, probably more pissed now than he was during the hunt. He had all night to stew in his thoughts with no release.

I closed my eyes again. I was exhausted, waking up every few minutes to a bump or dip in the road. The door to the back opened quietly and I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Come on, baby. I got ‘ya” Dean helped me out of the car and hosted my legs around his waist. He grabbed me just under my ass. you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a small kiss as he carried you through the bunker and into your shared room. He laid you lightly on the bed, taking off your shoes. I lazily raised my hips up as he slid down my jeans, leaving me in a thin pair of black panties. He grabbed me by my wrist, pulling the top half of my body off the bed. He grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Next, he unclipped my bra, leaving my chest exposed.

“You know you’re in some deep shit, right y/n?” Dean stood above you, holding my chin in his hand and rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

I swallowed hard. I knew he was playing too nice. “Dean I-” I started to speak but was cut off.

“Shh, no talkin’’. Not ‘til I say so. Gotta lotta makin’ up to do” Dean Pulled me into a rough kiss, his teeth grabbing my bottom lip/ HIs tongue was sloppy and strong, entering my mouth in rough circles. I gasped for air as he pulled away. He looked at me for a second, contemplating what he wanted first. After a moment, he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled me on top of him, laying me down flat with my ass in the air. I stayed quiet, waiting for whatever he had planned next.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, and I think daddy needs to teach you a lesson, huh. YOU gonna let daddy teach you what happens when you don't act right?” His hand caressed my ass, grabbing at it hard.

I nodded my head. Following his instructions.

He brought his hand up in the air and swung it down hard. I was shocked he actually spanked. Usually Dean is rough but he never hurt me. Usually his spanks stung slightly, but this time was different. He hit me so hard it was going to leave a bruise. I wondered how bad his hand stung from that. I let out a cry, trying not to make it too loud, Dean laughed “Oh, baby. It's gonna be a long morning. I ain't leaving till i know you've learned better.” He slapped my ass harder and I jumped. “Stay fucking still. Don't make me get mean.” Dean's tone was strong. You had never heard his voice like that before. It hurt bad, but I loved it. I had always had a thing for pain, wanting it as rough as Dean could give me.

I tried to stay as still as possible, but as the hits kept coming, it was getting harder and harder to stay still. I swear Dean was out for blood. My blood. Tears began to fall as he bruised my ass, leaving red stinging markers across each cheek.

“Get up”, he spoke through gritted teeth. “I love you baby, but i’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”

I felt a cold shiver down my spine as Dean forced me down on my knees, opening my mouth under him. He leaned down, spitting in my mouth with great precision. I swallow it, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. I wanted more. I moved my hand to his shorts, and he quickly slapped it away.

“Did I tell you, you could touch?” Dean asked, no hint of emotion other than anger on his face. If he was tired, I couldn't tell. If he was dying to be inside me, I couldn't tell. His eyes only showed red. “Put ‘em behind your back”.

I did as I was told, nodding my head and placing my hands behind me. Dean walked to the closet and searched for a moment. I waited patiently for him to get back. I saw a black tie in his hand. He walked behind me. Pinning my wrist together, he tied the tie tight around them. I couldn't move my hands if I wanted to. Dean walked back in front of me slowly stripping all his clothes. I admired his body, taking note of every scar, every tattoo.

Once he was stripped completely, he stood tall directly in front of me. He pumped his cock a few times. “Open”. He demanded.

I opened my mouth slightly.

“Wider. Don’t play with me y/n or this will get a lot worse.” He grabbed the back of my neck. His grip was loose but stern. His cock was half hard, glistening with precum. Dean tapped it against my lips, moving it around the entrance of my mouth. After some teasing, he finally put the tip in my mouth. I closed my lips around hum, sucking the tip with slight pressure. I felt him getting harder as the seconds passed. His grip on my neck stayed but became firmer. He used it to bob my head back and forth across his cock. Soon my eyes were watering and my face was slick with salvia. Dean went harder, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and struggled to breathe but his grip was relentless. I felt like I might throw up at any second and I tried my hardest to push him off. Finally Dean, let me free. I choked and fought for air as he let me go.

“Good little slut, takin’ me so good.”Dean only gave me a few seconds before he was wrapping my lips back around him. He tasted like sweat from the earlier fight. It wasn’t gross, just enough for me to taste under my spit. My jaw was starting to hurt. I knew Dean could go on like this forever. In our months of dating, I could never get him to cum just from sucking him off. Believe me, I have tried. After at least twenty more minutes of this, tears were streaming down my face. The back of my throat was for sure bruised. Dean looked like I had hardly done anything and I looked like I just ran a mile.

Dean grabbed my waist and hoisted me up on my feet. He turned me around to face the wall and threw me on the bed. He laid me chest down, bending my knees and positioning my ass in the air. He massaged it lightly and ripped my panties down. His hands went up to my hips, putting me at the best possible angle. I felt him line himself up at my center, his dick entering me swiftly. I knew Dean didn't have time to put on a condom, which was our only form of birth control.

“Dean, you didn't put on anything”

“Yeah, I think I'm just gonna make you a real slut. Cum in this pussy like I deserve to.” He gave me no time to prepare before he started thrusting into me at the fastest pace I had ever experienced. A slight burn went through my body as he hit my cervix over and over. I felt like i was being hit in the stomach.

“D-Dean, please. Slow down, please”. I cried out.

“It’s okay. I know you can take it. Be a good little slut and take daddy’s dick. I know you can. Know you've been cravin’ it for days. That's why I was in such a bad mood, needin’ this pussy to come make me happy again.”

Dean never faltered his thrust. I was practically begging him to stop, but it felt so good I was glad he didn't. He grabbed my hip with one hand as he and began using the other to untie the tie around my wrist. I thought he was taking it off to give me more movement, let me touch him. But, instead of disregarding it, he placed it around my neck. He pulled it tight, making me raise my head off the mattress. He choked me hard and the room started to darken.

“D-daddy t-too much”. My words came out a slurred mess. He let go of the tie, finally throwing it over his shoulder. I swear I was high from him, creating a creamy white mess at the base of his cock.

“Shit, you’re fucking creaming my cock baby. You came already?” Dean sounded proud, cocky. I nodded my head yes and Dean let out a groan.

“Can’t wait to cum in this pussy. Been wanting to for a longtime. Thinking about puttin’ a baby in you, let everyone know this pussy belongs to me.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. I swear I felt my cunt dripping now.

“It does Dean. I swear. It’s all yours. Take it.” I tried not to scream as he hit my g-spot over and over, just on the edge of cumming again.

He pulled out of me quickly causing a sad moan to escape from my lips. He flipped me on my back, brushing my hair out of my face. He planted soft kisses all over my body before climbing on top of me, placing my legs over his shoulder. I loved him like this. His skin hot, out of breath, wanting to destroy me. It is something I never saw in him before, a primal instinct awakened inside him.

“I heard you call that demon daddy.” He slapped my face, not hard enough to leave any marks. Just enough for me to feel it. “Want to show you who your real daddy is, never let you forget”

A rush hit me again. My legs were shaking and I felt myself clenched down hard around him. Dean pulled his dick out, a thin splash of my cum squirting out. “Fuck, yes. Such a good little bitch. Squirt on daddy's cock. Make a fuckin’ mess on me.” His voice somehow sounded darker. I let out a high-pitched moan as I came, wetness pulling around my pussy.

Dean thrusted back in, showered in my slick. He entered slower this time, giving me a bit of a break. Subtly, he quickened his pace gain, matching his earlier rhythm. I knew Sammy was just down the hall and I tried to stay as quiet as possible. Dean rubbed small circles around my clit, snaking his arm through my legs. the extra motion added more, pushing me over the edge again.

“Daddy, Please. I can't take much more.” I knew my lips would be red and swollen when we were done. I would be feeling this for days.

Dean let out a long groan and threw his head down on my neck. “Fuck, y/n. Never gonna get over how tight this pussy is. God, fuckin’ love it.”

Dean's thrusts started to get sloppy, his body getting heavier on top of me.

“Fuckin’ close baby. Gonna paint this pussy.” Dean sucked in extra air through his teeth. I felt him hit the back of me a few times, slowing before pulling out. He admired his cum spilling out of me, a thick white paste sitting between my folds. Dean used his index finger, scooping it up and placing it back inside me. He fingered before a while longer, till I was pushing hand away and begging him to stop.

Dean used his shirt from earlier to clean my core, whipping away any wetness left behind. He kissed up and down my neck, leaving a few light purple spots. “You okay, y/n? I’m sorry if that was too much, just needed you so bad.”

I kissed him, gently sucking his bottom lip. “No, It was amazing. Gonna flirt with demons more often”.

He laughed “Please, don’t”.

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invertedheaven · 4 months ago

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If You Really Love Nothing

chapter 8: pride

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“Fushiguro! What are you doing here?”

You watched as yuji approached, you didn't think him finding out would be like this. The noise surrounding you drowned out, it all became white noise and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. It was as if you were waiting for the drop on a rollercoaster, all this adrenaline and anxiety about to crash. All you could think about was the possibility that sukuna was with yuji but just not in sight.

Yuij said your name and you snapped out of it “is this your niece?” He smiled

Yuji turned to look at gojo and at the kid he was holding, she looked no older than 3 but there was something off. You saw the gears turning in his head but you were hopeful he wouldn’t put two and two together considering airi was wearing her hat that covered most of her hair— which was the giveaway.

But you spoke too soon as airi grabbed the hat and tossed it on the ground and said “mommy I don’t want this anymore” followed by a pout

You visibly cringed at her poor timing, truly she couldn’t have picked a worse time and she didnt even notice. Yuji bent down to pick up the hat and as he looked at airi again it seemed to click into place.

Yujis brain was slow to the resemblance but as the kid called you “mom” realization hit him like a truck. But his mind kept telling him it wasn’t possible, there was no way sukuna could have a kid, right? But his familys pink hair and his brothers red eyes were too rare to deny. And the pout she seemed to wear was strikingly similar to sukunas brooding expressions.

Words caught in his throat he couldn’t speak as he tore his eyes away from the little girl in gojos arms and looked at everyones faces. He realized nobody had spoken the entire time, and the look of guilt that riddled your faces tells him this wasn’t supposed to happen.

He looked to fushiguro first, hoping he’d say something but he refused to make eye contact. You also refused to look at yuji but he could see that your eyes were glassy as if on the verge of tears, while gojo just looked at yuji with an apologetic face. All he does is stick his hand out to you, handing over the hat that airi threw.

“Thank you” you said quietly, as you turned to put the hat back on airis head you saw her eyes widen and her face laced with curiosity, she was staring at yuji but you don’t know what her reaction was about.

“He has my hair!” She said excitedly and tapped you to get you to look at yuji

Airis favorite thing was when her dolls had pink hair or any character that had pink hair. She often found that the friends at the park and most people around her did not have the same pink hair as her so she got excited at anything that slightly resembled her

“I know, baby” you said sadly you couldn’t even bring yourself to reprimand her for throwing her hat, you didn’t want her to think that behavior was okay but that was also the last of your concern

“Who is this?” Yuji finally found his voice, his tone came across as impatient

You wondered how to approach the subject but before you could speak yuji spoke again “fushiguro? You gonna tell me?” Megumi looked startled that he was called out

The lack of responses or reactions was aggravating yuji, why couldn’t anyone just tell him what hes already thinking? He’s asking and getting nothing in response its like dealing with a bunch of sukunas

You hated that megumi felt called out so you finally found the nerve to speak up “This is airi… my daughter” you finally looked him in the eyes and all he did was nod in response waiting for an elaboration

“Airi say hello, this is your uncle yuji”

“Hi yuji” she said a little more shy this time because she wasn’t a big fan of strangers and the initial excitement of the pink hair washed away the longer yuji stood in front of her

All he could do was wave back with a half smile before he spoke “I dont understand… sukuna never even told me” he looked at you again “is this why you guys broke up?”

You shook your head “yuji, he doesn’t know about her…”

Yuji swore if his jaw wasn’t attached it would’ve fallen to the floor, he looked at gojo and fushiguro to make sure he wasn’t being pranked or something but they just looked uncomfortable

“Did you know?” Yuji asked megumi

“I did”

He doesn’t know if feeling angry is the right thing for him to feel but hes feeling it anyways but before he could ask why megumi would keep that from him you cut in

“I asked him not to tell you, its not his fault” but yuji wouldnt look away from megumi

“This might not be the best place to talk about this” gojo finally spoke up making a good point because none of you had realized you were taking up a lot of space in the crowd while people had to push past you and some stared wondering what the issue was

You nodded in agreement “we’ve been here a while anyways I dont want her getting sick” you were referring to airi. “Do you want to come back to our house with us yuji? Im sorry if you have plans its just a lot to talk about and this isn’t the place” your mind suddenly remembering sukuna could be around and you had to leave while you could

"I was just leaving the movies" yuji lied he didnt want to risk rescheduling an explanation for this. He followed fushiguro and his family back to their car, he texted junpei that he wasn’t gonna make it to the movies normally he would’ve felt bad but every emotion was running through his brain right now

“I can take her toru you’ve been holding her for a while” your voice was shakey as your nerves calmed down. You stretched your arms out but airi shook her head she didn’t want to go with you because gojo had the blue cotton candy that she was now eating more than her own

“Well she’s decided no, so I can’t complain” gojo joked “although she is eating my cotton candy” he half pouted while airi smiled

“I told you” you replied slightly laughing feeling beyond thankful for satorus ability to take your mind off the current situation

Megumi trailed slightly behind watching how yuji observed you and gojos interactions. He couldn’t say he blamed yuji it was an interesting dynamic, but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t making him anxious just thinking about what was gonna happen after this

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The car ride home was filled with an awkward silence other than airis mindless rambling about her day, that you were all present for except for yuji so he genuinely tried to pay attention. Once you arrived home, gojo led the boys to the living room while you changed airi into her pjs and brushed her teeth, her bed time was soon and you wanted to get this out of the way now. Once you joined the boys back in the living room, airi ran to her toys that you hadn’t cleaned up that morning

“So why haven’t you told sukuna” yuji wasted no time quite frankly he didn’t want to beat around the bush or play nice right now he was genuinely irritated

“We broke up its true and I really don’t know why” you sighed chewing your lip because you were anxious “he moved shortly after that but about two months later he visited me one last time but by the time I woke up the next morning he was gone with no way for me to contact him”

Yuji was listening but watched as airi pulled on fushiguros sweater asking him to play tea party with her and when fushiguro said yes (to yujis surprise) she had the biggest smile on her face which made yuji feel less angry about the fact that fushiguro didn’t say something sooner

“I know that sounds like I didn't even try but believe me I did but after 2 years I gave up” you sat back into a more comfortable position “I always wanted to be a mom but I knew I couldnt afford it until satoru offered that I move in with him, if I’m being honest she wouldn’t be here if not for him”

Yuji was shocked that gojo would do something so selfless, it doesn’t come across as his character he seemed to carefree in a sense “how old is she” yuji asked

“3 she’s turning 4 in march”

Yuji looked at you suddenly wondering if her birthday was near his and you answered his unspoken question “march 21st”

“Wow” was all yuji could say slightly shocked at how that worked out

“I haven’t told him because not only has he not apologized, I’m worried that if he does suddenly decide to be there for her, what happens when he decides to up and leave again like he did with our relationship” you sighed “I cant put airi through that”

You spoke even quieter next “and if im being honest I don’t even think he’d care about having a kid”

Yuji can understand that, he knows his brother isn’t exactly reliable but a part of him wants you to give sukuna another chance. Not because his brother necessarily deserved it but because he selfishly wanted that concept of family. If yuji was also honest with himself he doesn’t think airis existence would change anything for his brother either, he doesn’t know what kind of reaction she would warrant from the emotionally stunted man. For that fact alone yuji can understand your decision, and now he’s at war with himself trying to decide if he would go home to his brother with the truth.

“Will you ever tell him?” He hopes you say yes for the small part in him that feels like his brother should know about his own kid and because maybe time will change things

“I haven’t talked to him in years yuji, and most importantly I know he doesn’t want anything to do with me” you say in a somewhat lighthearted tone trying to hide the hurt and irritation you feel having to say that out loud

Yuji wants to tell you you’re wrong that his stupid brother is still in love with you and that he has even said he shouldn’t have left you. Yet he doesn’t because he somehow felt that you wouldn't accept those words if it wasn’t from sukuna himself. And a part of yuji admires that about you, no matter how frustrating it makes the current situation

“Thank you” yuji whispered out

You stare at him caught off guard not sure why hes thanking you

“You had all this going on and you still let me come over and were always so nice” he shrugged and continued “and I guess for her too, its pretty cool I have a niece” yuji smiled at you

Your eyes welled up with tears and you just put your face in your hands trying to stop from the scream that wants to claw its way up your throat, you feel so stupid with how complicated all of this has become and for a minute there you actually doubt your decision to not tell sukuna until yuji speaks up

“I wont tell him… a part of me wants him to know because he’s my brother and I love him but I think it’s probably your choice and I do understand why you wouldn’t want to put her through that” and at that he notices gojo rubs your back in an attempt to calm you down

“Thank you yuji” you sniffle lifting your head to smile at him and in that moment he thinks airi has your smile

For the next hour yuji finds himself joining airi and fushiguro in playing with her kitchen playset while still talking to you and gojo. Airi warmed up to yuji happy to have someone else to play with and she actually thought he was fun, megumi also felt happy (not that he’d admit it) that he could finally (somewhat) go back to normal

Yet much to her protest you spoke up “okay airi its bed time” You tried to sound nice but you know she hates it

“But I don’t want to mommy” she pouted and the water works started you understand why she’s upset she’s finally having fun with megumi and yuji but you already extended her bed time by half an hour, any more and you knew she'd get cranky

“I know baby but you can play with them more next time, okay?” Yuji perked up happy to know you’d still want him to come back around

Airi wouldn’t admit it but she was sleepy so her fit didn’t last long she cried quietly as she nodded but continued to say goodnight to everyone including yuji but she didn’t give him a hug like she did to satoru and megumi. You weren’t going to make her either, he was still someone new and if she didn't want to that was okay.

“Bye airi! We’ll play more next time, okay?” Yuji smiled and waved his hand and she waved back while sniffling. You smiled at the interaction knowing that airi would definitely want that.

A few minutes later you came back from putting airi to sleep, yuji and gojo were talking about some tv show as megumi sat on his phone. “Will we be seeing you for megumis birthday?” You asked yuji

Megumi looked up from his phone not expecting you to ask that but thankful you did because he wanted to know that too

“Yeah im still down, next week right?” He turned to megumi

Megumi simply nodded, “but I should probably get home” yuji spoke again and he sounded sad, he stood up from the couch making sure he had his phone

You walked over to him and gave him a hug “you can come over whenever now, airi would love that too” yuji nodded but said nothing as he hugged you back and he had to stop himself from tearing up a bit because even though it wasn’t how he imagined he felt like this could be the family dynamic he needed

“Do you need a ride? I can take you home” gojo offered

“If you wouldn't mind” yuji smiled awkwardly

When gojo and yuji left you began to clean up airis toys, usually you would have her help but it was too late. Megumi spoke up as he helped you "are you okay?"

you didnt look at him not because you were mad you just needed a breather it was a lot to handle emotionally, you nodded "im fine, are you?"

megumi nodded too "i'm sorry I know you didn't want this to happen"

you shrugged "its not your fault, what's done is done and if i'm being honest maybe it won't be so bad im sure him and airi will get along great. I thought he would definitely tell sukuna but it seems like he wont"

"I really hope so" megumi responded

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As gojo dropped off yuji, he thanked him for everything and was thankful the drive wasnt awkward considering everything that happened. But now for yuji, it was more so about having to face Sukuna, and with what he knows now he wasnt sure how to. Yuji knew Sukuna would be home after all, it was a weeknight and sure enough as yuji walked inside, sukuna was sat at the kitchen table with his computer

“Where have you been?”

“The movies” yuji lied, annoyed because he knows his brother didnt ask cause he was worried but because he wanted to know if yuji had been at your house

Yuji glanced at the kitchen completely forgetting he hadn’t had dinner but it didnt matter now, he had lost his appetite. As yuji joined sukuna at the table he debated bringing you up just to gauge his mindset about you. To yuji, his brothers reaction would tell him what to expect about possibly knowing about airi

Sukuna noticed yuji was off he wasn't as talkative and he was fidgeting a lot more like he was nervous which meant he wanted to ask something, “What? Spit it out”

“Would you really never speak to her again?”

Sukuna felt his heartbeat speed up he knew yuji was asking about you but he doesn’t know why he would “you’re asking me this shit again? Dont ask me about her”

“Answer me sukuna” yuji had an anger in his eyes and voice that his brother didnt know how to place

“And what makes you think you can talk back to me like this? Dont forget who’s paying for the roof over your head and the goddamn food you eat”

Yuji recognized the anger in sukunas voice and wanted to back down but he continued “I know you still love her… I know you regret breaking up with her”

Yuji didn't even have to look at his brothers face yet he could just imagine the look of disdain “you talk a lot when you’re drunk yknow, you just don’t remember” yuji mumbled as he stood up from his chair, it screeched on the floor and echoed through the silent house. Anger welled up inside him and he needed to go to sleep so the day could just be over, not saying anything else to sukuna

Sukuna sat there wanting to be angry but he felt proud in a sense that yuji spoke up but pissed that it was aimed towards him. Especially about you, and what made sukuna sit there wallowing even more is that he really doesn’t remember saying those things but it’s a truth he’s been refusing to accept in his sober state. Not that he knew why yuji was all of sudden pissed but it made sukuna bitter that he admitted those things out loud and even worse that yuji never said anything sooner.

The anger he was feeling throughout the week simmered down to a longing feeling that he despised, but yet he asked himself anyways… could he finally admit that he regretted breaking up with you?

And he finally swallowed his pride enough to say (entirely sober) what he’s been denying for the past 4 years…

That yes, with every fiber of his being he regretted it.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk angst #jjk fanfic #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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bagopucks · 2 years ago

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T. Zegras - Defend My Honor

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

I love Trevor, but I also love watching Sid knock him around like a China doll <3

Requested✨

Word Count: 3.6k

Trigger Warning(s): mild harassment, nothing other than unwanted wrist grabbing and the insinuation of the devil’s tango.

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“…So I said, no you can shut your mouth, asshole.”

Just take a deep breath.

Who raised such a rambunctious ass-hat?

How much longer do I have to hear him run his mouth?

As long as our friends were still out for lunch…

I looked up at my girl-friend, who was taking a hefty bite out of a chicken salad sandwich. She paid no mind to my tension, and truthfully I wouldn’t have asked her to. She knows I don’t like Trevor, but she asked me to accompany him and his friend to lunch, I couldn’t turn her down. She’d been talking to this guy for some time now, and I knew she still felt nervous to be around him alone. He had asked if she planned on bringing me. He said he’d bring Trevor if she brought me. Fuck I hate Trevor.

“Trevor, you’re always getting into some trouble. You need to cool down a little.” My girl-friend chimed in as she peered at him, sitting diagonally across from her. Sitting directly across from me. For someone so loud, he liked to eat at quiet places. I felt bad for those sitting in the Panera Bread around us.

“Kelly, you don’t understand. Guys are always on my back. It’s exhausting.” Trevor was animated in his movements, his elbows falling on the table as his hands reached out like they were holding some invisible vase from the sides. “I can’t stand it. Somebody has to defend my honor.”

“Oh please,” I scoffed out. It was impulsive, I didn’t mean it to fall as easily as it did. Trevor’s gaze quickly flickered to mine. Our friends tensed as quick as a gunshot. They’d both been around when Trevor and I had our monthly explosive fights. They were usually the ones to pull us apart and cool us down.

We were never quite aware of how exhausting our behavior had been for them. We were both at faults we chose to turn blind eyes to.

“What?“ Trevor challenged me to go on, instigating. But I did it too from time to time.

“You can’t have any honor in the first place if you’re always sticking your nose up at others.” I spoke ‘matter of factly,’ folding my arms across my chest and crossing one leg over the other, accidentally kicking Trevor’s foot under the table in the process. He didn’t dare return the gesture though. Maybe he had a small sliver of honor. Not hitting women was the bare minimum in my book though.

“I do not! You’re the one always judging everybody!” Trevor whispered a shout, leaning forward as his hands fell to grip the edge of the table.

“Guys..”

“Maybe we should-“

“That’s not even true! I judge you ‘cause you have your head up your ass all the time!” I was the first to raise my voice. I did have a habit of judging people, but I was always harder on Trevor for.. well for some reason that seemed to escape me right now.

“And yours isn’t up your own too?” Trevor sarcastically laughed, leaning into his friend’s side and slapping the taller brunette’s shoulder. “You hear her? Dude, she’s delusional.” His friend’s eyes went wide with frustration. He looked done with us both.

“Fuck you, Trevor!” I slammed my hands on the table as I shot out of my seat. People were looking at us now. The victim of my outburst had gone quiet, but he looked just as angry as I was.

“Fuck you too.” It was spoken calmly. It made me want to reach across the table and wring his neck. He could be loud and annoying all day, but when I actually want him to match my energy and give me an outburst, he has nothing.

“Kelly, let me out.” I watched her slip out of the booth, her face red out of embarrassment. I immediately grabbed my jacket and purse, and stepped out, flipping Trevor the bird as I stormed out of the restaurant.

Screw Trevor and his attitude. His perfect hair and his loud mouth. Especially his pretty eyes and his stuck up personality.

I finally told Kelly after the incident, that I would go out with her when she wanted to go out with Trevor’s friend, but I was done being anywhere around Trevor himself. I couldn’t do it any more. My plan to avoid him like the plague was effective. Trevor and I took different college classes, and I knew the campus well enough to get around and avoid most of his general education courses. I was hopeful that maybe I could go the rest of the year without seeing him. Until Kelly told me she wanted to go to a party on Friday. Something about the university hockey team hosting one in a frat who let them take over for a night. I had half a mind to say no, but a party was a party. I wouldn’t let her go alone. It wasn’t safe.

“What do you think?” Kelly stepped out of the dorm bathroom and walked down the hall, her black jeans hugging her hips and the signature Boston University jersey tucked in the front. She was smiling like an idiot. She looked good though, and I felt an odd pang in my chest. I wondered if the vibrant red on those jerseys would look as good on me as it did on her.

“You look beautiful. Aiden is going to love this on you.” I smiled at Kelly, and I could tell my words lifted her confidence.

“Show me yours now,” she pointed a finger in my direction. I quickly stood up to show off my ripped jeans and the cream colored shirt I wore.

“There’s gonna be all these people here, and you chose to wear- to wear the blandest outfit ever?” Kelly teased me as I rolled my eyes at her.

“I just threw on the best outfit I had to effectively kick Trevor in the teeth if the opportunity arises.” The words rolled off my tongue with a level of nonchalance that had Kelly tensing.

“Listen.. please- I really need you guys to not fight tonight.” Kelly made her way over to the door and slipped on her shoes, grabbing her car keys from the thumb tack they hung from on the wall. We weren’t supposed to ruin the walls or puncture them, but Kelly lost her keys so much that we both decided it would have to be fine. I’d spackle the wall if it meant that much to them.

“I swear. Tonight I’m gonna get wasted, and find a good spot to relax. No Trevor. No fighting.” I followed Kelly to the door, placing my hands on her shoulders. “I swear on all that is holy..” which was technically a lot considering how many religions there were.

I gave Kelly my best pep talk once we arrived at the party, and when she got out of the car, I straightened the jersey on her shoulders and turned her around to walk inside. I took note of the last name on her back. People would know who she was there for.

I watched Kelly take a few steps forward before joining her in the walk to the door- which was wide open. Cars were parked all over the street outside, and the front lawn of the house was lit by the dim glimmer of street lamps. The music flowed through the open door, as did the chilly glow of icy white lights. A contrast to the usual bright neon, or warm orange lights. But god knows what the hockey players are up to.

Upon entering, I found out. It was a hockey themed party. The lights were somehow supposed to resemble that. The ice, I guessed. The music was blasting, people were running about with red, blue, and white solo cups. I could smell alcohol all over. Then I heard the jovial screams of various hockey players, only to step into the spacious living room and find couches and chairs tipped over to form a makeshift rink. People were standing around against the walls watching and waiting for a turn to play drunken mini sticks. I had to observe the chaos for a moment long enough to get the point of the game. If you’re scored on, you take a shot.

I slowly grabbed Kelly’s arm and walked with her further into the house, finding more of the commotion to be in the kitchen along with clinking bottles. A tall boy with fluffy hair was stood on the far side of the island, pouring drinks for people as they came through. I assumed he was a player, but he wore a USA hockey jersey. He had to be a friend of somebody’s then. The boy looked up at us when he noticed we’d entered the room, gesturing toward a chalk board with different drinks on it. It was oddly enough, the nicest college party I’ve been to.

By the time I was our turn, Kelly had asked for some fruity drink called a, ‘Drunk Hatty.’ The boy mixing drinks explained that every option was a player’s favorite mixture of alcohols and other substances. He gave me an extra look before suggesting the one near the bottom labeled as the special. But it had ‘Gato’ in the name and I was never a big Gatorade fan. Instead I asked for a makeshift margarita, and admittedly, I felt embarrassed having to say the name. ‘Bar Down.’ I’d been to enough college hockey to know a lot of the terminology, but that one I had yet to hear.

“That’s my best friend’s drink. He loves it.” The makeshift bartender made casual conversation as he mixed our drinks before handing them over and sending us on our way with the information that most everybody was out back.

“Have you seen him before?” I asked Kelly as I opened the sliding glass door.

“No. Never,” Kelly stepped outside before I followed. I pulled the door shut behind us and took in the new atmosphere outdoors. This was where the bulk of the party was. There was separate music playing, and someone set up red fairy lights off the posts of the back porch.

“Kells!” I heard the recognizable voice of Aiden shout before my eyes found him. Kelly glanced at me nervously before I waved a hand and told her to go have fun. I was by no means an introvert. I would find somebody to spend time with.

That somebody just happened to be a bright blonde haired boy with an accent I could tell came from the city of Boston. He had a threaded bracelet on, and a backwards hat. Through spending my time with him, I learned he was one of the frat boys. Usually I wouldn’t spend my time around them, but this one seemed tolerable.

“So Justin,” I began, sitting on the back porch lawn chairs with him while I examined the commotion. Trevor was over helping another face I didn’t know with music. I don’t know why my eyes kept finding him, but they did.

“We should go inside, yeah? My room’s upstairs.” The offer slipped from his lips faster than I could finish my own sentence. I immediately shook my head.

“That’s not what I’m here for.”

“Come on. Doesn’t have to be what you came for.. it can be what you realized you need.” It was vile, and yet somehow this man thought it was a normal thing to say. I turned him down. Instead of going away, he was reaching for my arm and insisting I go anyways. Despite the fact that it’s not what I want. He tugged on my arm as he stood up. Not harsh, but still persistent.

“No!” I raised my voice over the music. This time he pulled harder on my arm, effectively jerking me out of my seat. My stomach turned, my body felt like it was on fire. I was in shock. Sometimes even I forgot how cruel the people of the world could be.

“Please, stop.” It was a quiet plea, but I watched Justin turn to take me inside, his hand slipping from where it gripped my arm to grab my hand. Holding on tight.

“Hey!” Both mine and Justin’s heads snapped in the direction of the boy bounding up the three porch steps. He skipped the first two. Long legs.

“Back off, Justin.” Trevor’s tone was a warning, but Justin’s grip didn’t falter.

“She’s not yours, Zeg.” I felt like an object. This man only cared about one thing. He thought he could just have it.

I watched Trevor’s jaw tighten. It was such a small shift, but I knew it so well because I looked for it when I knew I had pissed him off to the point of no return. There was a beat of silence that followed. Then Justin turned to continue his path toward the door. I let out a quiet cry. Trevor started swinging.

After that, I was released. Aiden and a few other hockey players were sprinting across the yard to the commotion while Trevor slammed Justin up against the wall. Tears sprung to my eyes. Kelly reached for me over the deck rail, and I climbed over it in distress to get to her. The boys were fighting in front of the steps, and I feared trying to sneak past them.

Profanities were exchanged between the hostile boys while Kelly held me against her side. Tears fell at a rapid pace down my face, the alcohol in my system only making me more emotional. My best friend took me to the car and got me seated in the back, so there wouldn’t be an awkward barrier while she held me.

I felt bad for starting a fight, and I felt bad that of all people, I dragged Trevor into it. “I promised,” I tried to let the words fall out.

“This is not your fault.. none of this is on you.”

“Is it what I wore?” I found myself subconsciously checking my outfit. The holes in my jeans ran the length of my thighs. Had that been my crucial mistake?

“Honey.” Kelly grabbed my face in her hands, tilting my head to look at her. “It is never what you wear. And This is not your fault.” She paused, “do you understand?” I was hesitant to nod, sniffing as she wiped my tears from my cheeks.

“I have to go grab my phone.. you’ll be fine alone for a minute? Lock the car while I’m gone?” I nodded. Kelly gave me a brief squeeze before climbing out of the back seat. I leaned between the two front ones, and pressed the lock button twice, hearing all four doors click.

Then I curled up in the back seat, kicking my shoes off and pulling my knees up to my chest. A minute passed before I heard a knock on the window. My head shot up to the sound, met with the dopey face of my arch nemesis, and yet also my protector. He had the beginnings of a bruise beneath his eye, right over his cheekbone. My brow furrowed in guilt. I felt bad. I slowly moved from my position to unlock the door, watching as he opened it and climbed in.

I was cautious as I inched across the seat, pressing my back against the opposite door and pulling my knees to my chest once again as Trevor shut the door on his side.

“Fuck- there’s no leg room.” I watched as he struggled to get comfortable. Eventually he gave up and looked toward me. “Are you okay?” I liked this version of Trevor. Soft spoken, sincere. I nodded my head, though the tears returning to my eyes said otherwise.

“You didn’t have to help me.” I whispered, hesitant to meet his eyes, so instead, I looked down at his shoes.

“Yeah well.. somebody has to defend your honor.” His words were a stinging reminder of how I’d treated him before. He had no malicious intent. He didn’t expect me to pay him back, or do anything for him. He protected me because he cared. Because it was the right thing to do. In my emotional state, I practically launched myself across the back seat. Trevor looked like he was under attack before I settled against his side and broke out into tears, gripping his jersey as I mumbled quiet sorries and regrets.

“Hey, hey..” Trevor’s arms fell over my body, holding me close as he searched for the right words to say. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ll always be here for you.”

Days ago, he would have said he wanted to see me dropped in the middle of the ocean and left behind. And to be honest, I would have said the same. But something shifted now. Something had changed.

“I thought you hated me..” I whispered helplessly, a quiet cough escaping my lips. The cold air nipped at my skin, causing me to shimmy in closer to Trevor. He was warmer than I was.

“I don’t hate you.. you just..” Trevor sighed. “You stress me out. It’s hard trying to impress somebody when they’re always criticizing you. I guess I just- it frustrates me. It doesn’t mean I should say the things that I do. I never should.. and for that, I’m sorry. But god-“ Trevor’s gaze was now glued to the headrest of the seat in front of us. I lifted my eyes to spot him, the gears turning, trying to find the right words once again.

He wanted to impress me… for what?

“I guess it’s hard to make somebody perfect fall for you, huh?” Trevor tried to make a joke out of what I assumed were his own feelings. I slowly pulled back, my focus being diverted to a whole new topic from the one I was crying over moments ago. He was successful at distracting me from my anxieties thus far. A nervous laugh fell from his lips one second too late. Like the last kind in a group to get the joke.

“Trev, I’m not perfect. I treat you like shit all the time.” He shook his head, as if all was forgiven. I rested one of my hands on his shoulder. “It’s not okay..” I watched his eyes flicker between my own and my lips. If he were to kiss me right now.. would I want it?

“I guess maybe I’m so hard on you.. because I just don’t want to make some mistake and end up with a douche like Justin back there.” I looked down at his jersey, goosebumps rising on my arms as the cool air began to get to me. My fingers picked at a stray string on his shirt.

“End up with?” Trevor dipped his head in search of my eyes, brow lifted in a hopeful expression.

“Trevor,” I sounded exhausted. My subconscious mind telling me to quit ignoring my feelings. To quit pushing him away, and quit running in the same damn circles with him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’ll let it go.” Trevor relented, allowing me time to sink back into his embrace. A shiver shook my body, and I felt him shift before gently moving me away from himself.

I watched in concern as I assumed he was leaving. I didn’t want him to go. Rather than opening the car door, Trevor slipped off his jersey and turned his body to face my own. “Here..” I reached to take it from him, but I should have known Trevor better than that. Always extra.

A smile painted his lips as he pulled the jersey right over my head, effectively messing up my hair. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, hit by a wave of emotion. I came to a conclusion. If he were to kiss me, I would want it.

“End up with.” I clarified, catching him off guard. “Tonight’s been such a shit show. Trevor our entire- well.. since we’ve met each other, it’s been all wrong.” I watched him lean closer, hesitant but hopeful. He didn’t want to make the same mistake Justin did.

“Yeah?” He encouraged me to go on.

“We’ll give it another go?” I offered, my hands finding his smooth cheeks.

“Yeah..” Trevor sighed out, leaning in as did I,

“Just sit here with me?” He nodded, gently moving his legs up onto the back seat and gesturing for me to climb into his lap. I did so with ease. While he sat stretched across the back seat, I faced the front of the car, pulling my knees back up and leaning against his chest. My head rested against Trevor’s shoulder, and I could hear him chuckle every so often when my breath fanned against his neck. His arm lowered and rested on my back, holding me close as the shift in our realities became apparent.

“Oh dude… I don’t even fit in here sideways.”

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#trevor zegras #jack hughes #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine

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sleepingdeath-light · 8 months ago

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relationship hcs ; undertaker

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; undertaker

outline ; “dating headcanons for undertaker”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

undertaker has been witness to many many deaths over his unimaginably long (after)life — some by his hand and others of those he loved deeply — which makes him incredibly protective over you to the extent that he’s hesitant to even let you out of his sight for a moment and any injury or illness, no matter how faint, will lead to him fretting over you and confining you to the home to be doted on as you recover

this also extends to his willingness to kill anyone in his way if it meant keeping you safe — this goes doubly if the person in question happens to be a nonhuman threat (such as another reaper or even a demon, like sebastian) but he’s also not above personally taking the lives of any humans that threaten your well-being in anyway (or, if his time would be better spent by your side, setting his followers on them in his stead)

he’s incredibly affectionate with you and isn’t above engaging with pda for any reason, or no reason at all if the mood simply strikes him — stroking/braiding your hair, caressing your face, nuzzling against your cheek, kissing your hands and arms, pecking your lips, dancing with you around the funeral parlour, etc. — his customers either find it amusing or hate it, but he doesn’t much care either way

he’ll often ask you to help him paint his nails or braid his hair when he’s feeling tired — it’s a good opportunity to just talk and gossip amongst yourselves and sometimes, if you let him, undertaker will return the favour by helping you with your self care routine and doing your hair shortly after you’ve finished with him

when it comes to pet names he tends to lean towards things like ‘dearie’, ‘darling’ and ‘pet’ — but he’s also been known to just call you your first name when he’s otherwise very preoccupied (such as with his work with the bizarre dolls, and especially the resurrected ciel)

he loves making you laugh and being made to laugh by you, so mutual humour and being able to joke around with each other is a strong pillar of your relationship — it’s probably how you fell in love in the first place as you were effortlessly able to make him laugh when you met

oftentimes he will forgo sleep when you’re resting in his arms, just watching you as you dream to make sure that you live through the night — terrified of losing you as he’s lost so many others in the past (though he always feigns a restful sleep when you wake up as to not worry you)

thinks it’s adorable when you ‘steal’ his clothes and will laugh if you try and mimic his demeanour and voice — bonus points if you do all of that with his coat and hat on because he will be rolling with laughter by the end of your performance

he’s quick to jealousy but he’s also excellent at hiding it from you — taking full advantage of his cheerful and non threatening (if odd) persona to tease and mock the offending party, subtly humiliating them until they’re too embarrassed to stay (but if that fails he’ll make some excuse to get you out of the room before dropping his playful act and actually threatening them, which never fails to have the other person fleeing with their tail between their legs)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #black butler fluff #kuroshitsuji fluff #black butler undertaker fluff #kuroshitsuji undertaker fluff #kuroshitsuji undertaker x reader #black butler undertaker x reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader

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itsbeeble · 1 year ago

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Down? Astronomically.

Summary: Sangyeon doesn't like sweets. That doesn't stop him from visiting you and your bakery every single thing and leaving with the one thing he hates.

Genre: smut, fluff, mild angst

Pairing: idol!Sangyeon x bakery owner!afab!reader

Fic Warnings: Sickeningly sweet (bah dum tsss) fluff, strangers to simps to lovers, mild mild angst, mentions of food, Sangyeon's cringey as hell actually (like he's down BAD down bad)

WC: ~6.4k (oops)

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

SMUT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT

Smut Warnings: y/n definitely has an oral fixation, soft dom!Sangyeon, pussy drunk!Sangyeon, y/n drunk!Sangyeon (he’s down astronomically bad your honor), he’s like obsessed with everything about her, public sex (they fuckin in the bakery 💪 but it’s closed and the lights are (mostly) off lmfao), standing by big dick!Sangyeon until the day I die, hair pulling, tummy bulge bc why not, lowkey size kink hdjgfsj, uhhhh p in v sex (protected. yall better wrap that shit); i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything.

A/N: 5 months and 6.4k words later and this sangyeon rec is done. anon i'm so sorry for the wait i'm so horrible. Also thank you to pookie (Fawn) for beta reading half of this but she had to bail and I told yall 3:30 so.... yuh. Also this is the first time I've written smut since Doll so please don't be harsh on me i'm sorry if it's bad

Sangyeon doesn’t exactly know when he started coming to your bakery. He doesn’t even like sweets, so why does he keep showing up in the dead of night and leaving with several boxes filled with sweets and a piece of cake stuffed into his mouth?

You.

Gorgeous, kind, brilliant, sweet, you. Coincidence? He thinks not.

At first, he’d started going because Eric had recommended the coffee. And then he met you, stumbling out of the kitchen with a smear of pink frosting on your cheek, a dye-stained apron, and strands of hair slipping out of your tight bun and clinging to your forehead. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but seeing you in that near-disastrous state, yelling at the poor cashier? God, maybe he should start believing.

Down bad, Sunwoo had called him a while ago when Sangyeon had dragged him along on his nightly coffee trip. Down horrendous, actually. Sangyeon had forced him to carry all four boxes of treats you’d sent home with him, ignoring how the younger member of the group had whined about how sore his arms were going to be. No, he didn’t pay any attention as he sent the boy along. All of his attention was on you, watching you wipe down the counter and talk about how busy your day had been.

In the end, he’d only left because Jacob kept calling, begging him to come back to the company to get the boys back in order.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular!” You’re beaming at him when he walks in the door, your hand placed on the shoulder of Hyejin, a younger and newer employee. You shooed her away, ignoring her questioning of who this mysterious man with a hat and mask on was. When the door to the kitchen shuts and you’re sure she isn’t coming back out, you circle the counter to stand in front of Sangyeon. “I’m assuming you want your normal order?”

Sangyeon ignores the buzzing in his body when you call him your favorite.

Sangyeon quirks an eyebrow, and though his face is hidden for the most part, you can see his hat shift with the tensing of the muscles in his forehead.

“You have my order memorized?” His tone is teasing, and you feel your cheeks warm.

“Well, I mean- you just- you’re here every day, and- and I just-” you stumble over your words, a low laugh from the man in front of you causing your cheeks to go from pink to red in an instant.

“I’m kidding,” Sangyeon promises, nudging your side with his elbow while he moves to the register. “I think I would be offended if you didn’t know my order by now.” You hum, a delicate and angelic sound that has Sangyeon feeling fuzzy. He forces the feeling away, tapping his card on the screen in front of him. It lags for a moment, and you awkwardly tap the screen to get it to move faster. Sangyeon smiles, watching you repeatedly try to tuck nonexistent hairs behind your ear.

He leans forward, placing his elbows on the counter and peering up at you. You don’t meet his eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” You shake your head, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not nervous,” you insist, now slapping the screen, “this stupid thing is just- it’s just slow and I feel bad about taking up your time. I know you’re really busy-”

Sangyeon cuts you off again. “I’m never too busy for you, cupcake.” You freeze, and the machine dings. Sangyeon’s eyes squeeze shut. Why the fuck would you say that? What moron says that?

“I-” you pause, drumming your fingers on the counter. “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Hyejin will bring everything to you.”

He inhales, ready to apologize, but you’re gone by the time he can form words. The swinging kitchen door is his only indicator of where you’ve gone, and he mentally kicks himself.

Across the counter, Hyejin clears her throat.

“Iced latte for…Yeonnie?” Her voice lifts at the end, almost disturbed at the name on the cup. Sangyeon walks over, hesitantly grabbing the drink. “I’ll be right out with your boxes.”

“Not necessary,” he shakes his head. “I don’t need them-”

“Too bad,” the young girl purses her lips. “Y/N won’t let me leave until they’re gone so…”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure she makes so much extra because you love her baked goods.” Hyejin stares him down, and he shuffles his feet.

“Yep…that’s…that’s true,” an awkward laugh, “the one who really loves baked goods…”

Sunwoo was right. He’s down astronomically bad.

“You’re such a fucking loser, you know that right?” Hyejin scrubs a baking tin furiously, grumbling about how these stupid drops of batter are gonna be the death of her. “Running away and giggling like someone my age because he called you cupcake.” You glare at her. She continues to scrub at the pan. “Do you even know anything about him?”

“Who even asked you?” His birthday is November 4th. I remember because he knew his friends were planning a surprise party for him.

“Nobody. I’m just the unfortunate soul who has to sit here and witness your gag-worthy flirting with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome.” You throw down your rag.

“I’m not flirting with him! He’s a paying customer!”

“Mhm. A paying customer who you wanna fuck sooooo bad.” She smirks at you, and whether mocking or not you know she’s right. Would you ever admit that to her face? Absolutely not.

“You know what-” You pick up your rag and jab a finger in her direction. “If you keep this shit up I’m cutting your hours down.”

“Do that and I’m telling Yeonnie that you want him inside of you. Call it a taste tester or whatever.”

“You know what,” your face is burning up again and your grip on the rag tightens. “Get out.”

“Nope.” Hyejin sets down her sponge and smiles at you. “I’m not leaving until I’m scheduled to leave. Unless we finish early, that is. So you better make a plan to jump this guy’s bones before I help him instead.”

Your rag hits the ground, a groan rises from your throat. And yet…you can’t help the smile that pulls across your lips. You can’t help the warm feeling in your chest that blooms with every thought of this masked customer who only ever goes by Yeonnie, even if you don’t know what he looks like under that mask and hat of his.

“You called her what?” Kevin reels back, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. Sangyeon cringes.

“Yeah…”

“Why would you say that? That’s like…textbook ‘do not call a woman this unless she’s your wife!’”

“You think I don’t know that?” Sangyeon flings himself back on the studio floor, a loud thump echoing around him. The other boys had left a few minutes ago, and, oddly enough, Kevin was the only one he trusted enough to tell this to. “God, I’m such a moron.”

“No,” Kevin coos. Sangyeon frowns, rolling his head on the ground to look at him. “You’re just a dumbass who-” Sangyeon flings his foot out reaching to kick Kevin. “Whoa, hey, let me finish!”

“You’re just gonna make fun of me!” Sangyeon whines.

Kevin purses his lips.

“For a 26-year-old man, you sure are childish.”

“Are you gonna help me fix this or not, Kevin?”

Kevin hums.

“Operation Sangyeon-does-get-bitches is a go!”

“Call it that again and I’m getting you kicked out of the group.”

“So,” Hyejin leans against the counter while you mix up the batter for a cake. “Has Yeonnie come in yet?”

You purse your lips, carefully pouring part of the dry ingredients into the stand mixer.

“He doesn’t come in until later usually.”

“You must be so disappointed.” You don’t respond.

Truthfully, it is disappointing. Sure, you know he’ll be coming in later on. You know that he’s likely going to be your last customer and for that, you’re relieved. However, the wait has you picking at the skin around your nails. Anxiety builds inside of you. Cupcake is what he had called you. Just a small amount of affection, and for that you had shut down. What if running away had sent the wrong message? What if he thought you hated him and were just being nice? “You shouldn’t stress so much,” Hyejin stops the stand mixer, taking the empty bowl of dry ingredients from your hand. “You’ll overmix the batter and then the cake will be gross.”

“A professional, are we?” A lighthearted smile passes over your lips. Hyejin shrugs.

“I’m here to learn, aren’t I? I’m not gonna get through culinary school by working at a gas station.”

“That’s true.”

“Anyway,” she huffs and grabs a tray of macarons, “just remember the plan and he’ll fall right back in love with you. Guaranteed.”

“How do you know?” You pour the cake batter into a few baking tins, ensuring that all are evenly layered.

“Have you seen how he looks at you?” She scoffs. “That man clearly couldn’t care less about the sweets you give him. He’s here for you and the coffee. Not the cakes or the cookies or the brownies. He’s here for you. No one comes in that often for some baked goods.”

Have you seen the way he looks at you? Yes. You had. Just briefly, though, when his hat had lifted enough for the light to pass over his eyes. The corners were crinkled, clearly smiling under the mask. You’d thought he looked so pretty, even if you couldn’t truly see his face.

You knew him as Yeonnie. That’s the name he had requested the first few times he came into the bakery. He didn’t give you a full name, and you joked that what he gave you sounded like something you’d name your dog. He’d laughed, and when he did it had been like the air was punched out of you. It was such a beautiful sound, and somewhere deep in your mind, you had vowed to make him laugh every time you saw him.

Then he was showing up every day, asking about what didn’t sell very much that day. Every day he would buy them all. And every day, you cracked a joke that had you hearing that gorgeous laugh of his.

Never, however, had he called you anything but your name. Maybe you cared a bit too much about what he thought of you. Maybe you cared a little bit too much about the smudges of frosting on your face, the sweat-slicked strands of hair that clung to your hair after being in the kitchen all morning and afternoon, preparing for the next day’s pastries.

Never had you hidden from a man you loved, even if he didn’t quite know it yet.

“So,” Sangyeon leans against the counter, watching you get his drink ready. “Anything exciting happen today?” His hands are shaking, but he hides it by drumming his fingers against the counter. You’d been quieter than usual, ducking your head whenever he looked at you.

Now he was worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“Not really,” you shrug, cupping your hand around the rim of the go-cup to prevent too much splashing as you add a bit more ice. “It was kinda busy, but it was bearable.”

“That’s good,” Sangyeon nods, tugging his mask further up his face. He peers around you, squinting as he searches for Hyejin through the window on the kitchen door. “Where’s Hyejin today?” You shrug.

“I sent her home early. We slowed down a lot about an hour ago and I had already gotten a lot of things done so I told her to head home.”

“So you’re here alone?” Sangyeon frowns. “That can’t be safe.”

“I mean…” you run your tongue over your lips, “I dunno. I do it all the time.”

“You shouldn’t.” Sangyeon frowns, “This is a big city, what if something happened to you?”

“You saying you’re worried about me, Yeonnie?” You lean toward him, your lips twitching up.

“Sangyeon.” He blurts his name out before he can stop it. You blink, your eyebrows knitting together.

“What?”

“My…my name.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Sangyeon. Not Yeonnie.”

You nod, frowning.

“Why didn’t you just tell me your name in the first place?” He inhales, shaking his head.

“It isn’t that simple, cupcake.”

“Why not?” You drum your fingers on the marble countertop. “It seems pretty simple to me. I ask for the name of the order, and you say ‘Sangyeon.’ Easy peasy.”

Sangyeon can’t help but laugh. He can’t help the disbelief at how calm you are. Sure, the reveal of his actual name isn’t that big of a deal. Maybe you thought he was just uncomfortable around people. A bit socially awkward.

The smile returns to your lips.

“Can I ask something?” He nods, leaning on the counter to look you in the eye. The hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can see that little crinkle that you’d been longing to see up close since the first day you met him. “Why do you wear this…” you wave your hand at him. “This little get-up?”

He falls quiet, and for a moment you think you’ve made him uncomfortable.

“I…I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I don’t- I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize.” He cuts you off, and your mouth shuts. “I just…I didn’t want your opinion of me to…to change. If you saw my face, that is.”

“If I saw your face,” you echo. “What, are you famous or something? Oooh, are you an idol?”

Boom, right on the money.

You can see the emotions in his eyes. The fear, the shock, the confusion, the nerves. You can see his hands clenching around his coffee. A pit forms in your stomach, growing larger and larger as he shuffles back. Toward the door.

Away from you.

“Sangyeon…” you speak slowly when you circle the counter. “Are you…”

“I have to go,” he spits out. “I’m s- I just…I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m just-” his breathing is shaking, and he back into the wall. Sangyeon stumbles, whipping around and shoving through the door before you can say another word.

And after all that…you couldn’t even give him the cake you’d planned on giving him for his birthday.

Sangyeon is pacing. His footsteps are quiet, muffled by the carpet beneath his feet. His hair is in disarray from hours of tugging at the strands.

Kevin is sitting on his leader’s bed, eyes drooping and his head resting on one of his hands.

“Dude,” Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose. “You do know that she probably thinks she messed up somehow, right?”

“God, I just keep making things worse.” Sangyeon groans loudly, kicking away one of the shirts lying on the floor.

“I love that I get to sit back and watch you ruin your love life before it begins.” Kevin stretches his arms above his head, his eyes squeezing shut and a yawn fighting to leave his mouth.

“Gee, thanks Kev.” Sangyeon scowls, throwing his body face-down onto the mattress. Kevin shifts to the side, patting the older man’s shoulder.

“I’m just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t have reacted like you did. What happened to being in love with her? Did you really think she would expose you for being an idol?”

A tough question. Sangyeon would like to say that the answer to that question is yes. He would love to trust you with his whole being, with every fiber in his body, but he’s been burned before. He’s been burned, and he doesn’t want it to happen again.

“I just…I got scared, I think.” Sangyeon’s hands fold under his cheek, his voice slightly muffled. “I just got so scared because I care about her so much, but what if…what if she isn’t…” his voice trails off.

“She isn’t like Nabi.” Kevin frowns. “Is that what you were worried about? That she was like Nabi?”

“I…I think so.”

Another pregnant pause between the two of them.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. And this time you are going to listen to me and you are going to follow every bit of my instructions no matter what happens. You are going to do this tomorrow. You aren’t going to let this simmer. You are going to go there tomorrow night, you’re going to apologize, you’re going to confess, and you’re gonna have amazing sex, badabing badaboom, we get our free pastries.”

“There’s no way you’re just helping me because you want free baked goods.” Sangyeon clicks his tongue, rolling onto his back. Kevin scoffs.

“Who do you think I am, Juyeon? No, I’m helping you because we need you to get laid and fucking relax.”

“Somehow that’s even worse.”

“Yeah, well you’ve been up our asses with this next comeback on the rise. Now are you gonna listen to me or are you gonna fuck up again and make us all miserable with your moping?”

Sangyeon bites his tongue, fighting back a retort. “I’ll listen.”

“What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon practically cowers under the weight of Hyejin’s gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips drawn into a thin line. He’s abandoned the mask and the hat. The only thing shielding him now is the hood of his sweatshirt.

“I need to talk to Y/N.”

Hyejin snorts. “You think she wants to talk to you after what you did?”

Regret boils inside of him, and he digs the nail of his thumb into his pointer finger.

“Please, Hyejin. I just- I just need to talk to her.” He watches the college student think. Watches her consider her options.

“Wait here. I’ll go see if she wants to talk to you.”

“Thank you, Hyejin. God, thank you-”

“Don’t thank me,” she snaps. “I’m not doing this for you, so don’t thank me.”

You’re in the back, listening to the conversation just outside the door. Your hands tug at the edge of your apron, your eyebrows knitting together.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Hyejin is careful to speak only when the door has stopped swinging, her voice hushed and her hand resting on your arm. “I won’t force you to go out there, and I can stay longer if you don’t want to be alone.”

You smile, placing your hand over hers. For the shit you two give each other, she’s one of the few people you can rely on.

“It’s fine, Hyejin. You can go home.”

“You sure?”

No. “Positive.”

It’s dark in the bakery. The blinds have been drawn shut, the door locked and most of the lights turned off. Sangyeon stares at the box you place on the table in front of him. Your eyes are trained on the ground, your teeth digging into the plush flesh of your lip.

“What- what did you make tonight?” His voice cracks, and he grimaces while clearing his throat. What a great start, dumbass.

“A cake.” The statement is cold, and he gnaws on his lip. “For you.”

“For me?” He echoes, tugging it closer to his side of the table. You place your hand on top of the box, pulling it back toward you. He drops his hands back to his sides.

“Not right now. Not until you explain what the hell happened last night.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. You flinch, your body curling in on itself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Why did you run off?” Your voice is quieter than he’d ever heard it, and he has to strain to pick up the words you’ve said. “Why…why did you leave?”

“I don’t- I swear it isn’t your fault, cupcake.” Another flinch, and he snaps his mouth shut.

“Then why did you run?” You lift your eyes, and he can see the tears waiting to fall. He can see you fighting to keep them at bay, to keep calm.

“I…” Sangyeon sighs. “It’s a long story. One that…that I didn’t really want to have to tell you. Not yet, at least. Not like this.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Your voice shakes, and Sangyeon shakes his head, one of his hands reaching forward to touch your own. He hesitates, his hand partway across the table before he decides against touching you. “It’s okay if you don’t. I get it. Fans are…they’re crazy these days, I know.” You try to laugh, but you break off into sniffles.

“I trust you, Y/N,” Sangyeon protests. “I really trust you. I ran off because…because I didn’t want this to end like the last time I trusted someone.” He drags a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “My last relationship was rough. I thought I could trust her, and she…she betrayed me. So because of that, I was scared.”

“Of what?” You press. “Letting go of the past? Loving me?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, erupting from his seat and running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts. All I ever want to do is hold you, and kiss you, and- and-” he shakes his head, and you rise from your seat. “It drives me crazy because you make me so happy to see you excited to give me things that I don’t even like but I take anyway because I just love you so fucking much. And- and I’ve wanted to tell you everything for so long but I just- I couldn’t-”

His lips are soft, you think when you kiss him. They’re soft, although slightly chapped. He’s frozen in place, his hands hanging in mid-air on either side of your body. He remains like that and you pull back, afraid that you misinterpreted everything.

He doesn’t let you get very far, his arms wrapping around your midsection and yanking you back into him.

It’s so soft, the way he kisses you. Sangyeon doesn’t move too fast, cautious and hyperaware of everything around the two of you. His hands have untied the apron around your waist, tossing it somewhere amongst the tables and he’s placed you up on the counter. His hands are all over you: moving up and down your back, caressing your cheeks, squeezing at your hips, running over the tops of your thighs and through the strands of hair that he’s tugged out of the claw clip.

His tongue is in your mouth, but he’s not using any force. Sangyeon lets you take the reins, set the pace. Whatever you want, he’ll give you. He’s yours. He lets your tongue prod at his own, lets you suckle at the wet muscle to your content. Your body is shaking against his own, and a smile crosses over his lips.

Sangyeon pulls his mouth from yours, his smile widening when you whine and chase his lips. His hands are on your waist, holding you in place. “You’re shaking, cupcake.”

“Want you so bad, Yeonnie.” You reach for him again, your lips just grazing his before he pulls back.

“What do you want?” One of his hands drags along your leg, running higher, and higher, and-

“Want you to eat me out.”

Sangyeon’s eyes go wide. So maybe he’d just been teasing you, but he hadn’t expected his sweet little baker to be so bold.

Your hand pushes against his chest, and he stumbles backward a few steps. There’s a dazed look in his eyes as he watches you unbutton your blouse. The delicate fabric slides down your shoulders, and Sangyeon swears that he’s drooling over you. The shape of your breasts in the orange glow of the fairy lights, the steady rise and fall of your chest while you breathe.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and your cheeks grow warm. He reaches for you, but hesitates and puts his hand down again. You watch as he drops to his knees, practically crawling to you, and you can feel your panties dampening from the action. There’s a warm feeling in your gut, one you haven’t felt in a long time. His hands are quick to undo the button of your jeans, and he watches you as he tugs the zipper down. You’re leaning back on the counter, eyes struggling to stay open and on him. One of your lips is tucked between your teeth, red and puffy from you chewing on it.

Sangyeon drags your jeans and panties down in on harsh tug, and he helps you lift your legs to step out of them. Your legs are soft, he notes to himself. He leans forward, his lips touching the soft skin gently. You flinch, and he pulls away.

“Why-” your voice trembles. “Why’d you stop?”

“You flinched,” he shrugs. “I will only do what you want me to, cupcake. The second you show discomfort, I stop until you tell me to continue or to leave. I’m yours. Whatever you want is what I want. But right now, I really want to drown in this sweet pussy of yours.” He doesn’t move though, his cheek resting against the inside of your knee and his eyes are lidded with lust. “I’m not doing anything until you say so, cupcake.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and a nod of your head has Sangyeon practically moaning as he pulls himself closer to your core.

“Fuck, cupcake, you’re dripping f’ me.” He coos, gauging your reactions as he prods at your entrance with the tips of his calloused fingers. You whine, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but his broad shoulders keep them open while he plays with your sopping pussy. His thumbs spread you open, and he watches you clench around nothing.

“Hurry up, Sangyeon,” he grins at the desperation in your voice.

“So needy,” he hums. You click your tongue and one of your hands laces in the soft strands of his hair. Your grip tightens, and he whines when you yank him closer to you.’

“Well,” you hide the way your voice shakes when you feel his breath right up against you. “I need a bit of a taste tester, you know? Need to know if she’s sweet enough- oh fuck-”

His mouth against you before you can finish your statement. His mouth is wide open, his tongue swiping along your folds, dipping inside of you and just grazing your clit, knowing full well that’s where you need him the most. Your hand is still in his hair, but your grip has gone slack. Your jaw hangs open, your head tipped back, and Sangyeon can feel him growing harder just at the taste of you in his mouth.

His eyes drift shut, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. His neck has tipped back at an awkward angle, one that he knows is going to hurt later, but right now? With your pussy dripping against his face and the pretty little moans and whines you release? Sangyeon couldn’t care less. He's enraptured by you. He's obsessed with your taste, and he knows that even if he doesn't like sweets, he'd make an exception just for you.

“Sangyeon,” you’re breathless, pitch raising as he sucks at your clit, laving over it with his tongue. “Sangyeon, please.”

“Please what, cupcake?” His voice is muffled, not even bothering to pull away from you, and the vibrations of his voice have your back arching. “What do you need?”

“Need you inside of me,” you whine. “Please, please I need you so bad. Been waiting for so long. Haven’t you been waiting for me?”

You’re a seductress, Sangyeon decides. A succubus. Sent here to torment him. To get him drunk on you, so much so that he’ll never want to leave. So much so that he’d sell his soul just to get a taste of your nectar one more time.

“Have to make you cum, cupcake,” he denies your pretty little begs. “Wanna make you cum, just once before I fuck you. Please? Please let me make you cum?” His eyes are glowing in the light of the bakery, and you let out a high-pitched whine. He doesn’t wait for your response this time. He drowns himself in your pussy, tongue reaching inside of you for as much of your arousal as he can get. He sucks harshly on your clit, teeth grazing it and drawing loud cries from your lips.

Your legs tremble. A knot is growing in the pit of your stomach. Your body jerks.

“Oh, fuck, Sangyeon-” Your cry trails off into a loud whine, your orgasm washing over you like a wildfire. Sangyeon drinks you up like he’s been in a desert for a week without water, moaning just as loud as you. Getting drunk on the feeling of your thighs shaking around his head, overstimulating you as you come down from your high.

He doesn’t pull away until you physically kick him away from you. His face is drenched in your juices, his eyes glazed with need, and you have a sneaking suspicion that if you asked, he would crawl over and drag another orgasm out of you in no time at all.

But you don’t ask. You need him inside of you so desperately that now you’re the one crawling to him. He’s still fully dressed as you perch your body over his, your core pressed right up against the bulge in his pants. His hands are tight on your hips, and he watches as you tug his sweatshirt up his body.

“Did you plan for this to happen?” You smirk when you find bare skin under the soft hoodie. Bare, golden, skin, with toned abs like no other. Fuck maybe you were gonna get drunk on him.

He grins at you. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” You click your tongue and slide off of him to sit on the counter. He sits up, eyebrows knit together as you swing your legs and smile at him.

“Planned or not,” you hum, “you should probably fuck me before I change my mind and eat that birthday cake on my own.” Sangyeon scoffs, but he’s pulling his pants down his legs and walking over to you without another word.

You, on the other hand, are taken completely aback. He’s big. Like…big in both length and girth. You wonder if you’d be able to wrap your hand around it, but you don’t get the time to think about it before Sangyeon is in front of you, tearing open a foil packet and rolling the condom onto his cock.

“Is it gonna fit, do you think?” You reach your hand forward, wrapping your hand around it. You were right.

Sangyeon hisses at the contact of your hand wrapping around his sensitive cock. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”

You smile, your legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer to you. Your hand is still on him, guiding him to your entrance. You both hiss at the initial push into you. It stings, the stretch more than you’ve had in quite a while.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Sangyeon grips your thighs tightly, his fingers holding you so tightly that you swear there will be bruises after this. You whine, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

His arms slide up, holding you close to him as he continues to press inside of you. Sangyeon whispers words of comfort into your ear. He pauses whenever you whine in discomfort, hushing you as he continues to push into you. He bites his tongue every time your pussy clenches around him, muffling the groans that threaten to escape.

You, on the other hand, are moaning shamelessly despite the discomfort. You can feel him everywhere, touching every inch of you and just kissing that sweet spot inside of you. Every time he pushes further into you, once the sting passes, the pleasure is quick to replace it. It overpowers every other emotion inside of you. Your legs wrap tighter around him, forcing those last few inches into you until his hips are pressed tightly against your own and his breathing grows shaky again. You clench around him, and his body jerks.

“Little tease,” he practically growls. “Clenching around me like you want me to cum too fast.” You laugh, but it cuts into a moan when he pulls out a few inches and shoves himself back in. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling lightly. "Feels so good, Yeonnie.”

“Weren’t you the one that said that was a dog's name?” He moves slowly against you, and at first, you don’t respond, your lips attached to his shoulder and sucking dark marks into the skin. “Cupcake, careful with the marks.” Sangyeon pinches the skin of your thigh and you whine.

“Stop complaining and just fuck me already,” you plead. Sangyeon smiles.

“Whatever you say, cupcake.” You can’t get another word out. Sangyeon pushes you onto your back, barely giving you time to adjust to how he feels in this new position before he’s thrusting harshly inside of you.

He’s harsh with his pace, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs, forcing out moans and cries and begs for him to go faster, harder, right there oh god right there Sangyeon. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, giving you the same treatment he’d just scolded you for, listening to everything you say and every sound you make as he does. The sound of his hips slapping against yours is so loud and he can feel your arousal dripping down your pretty cunt and allowing him to go faster, to fuck you harder.

Then he sees it. It’s faint, but when he looks down at you he can see the outline of his cock pressing against your stomach. His pace stutters, and you whine when he slows down.

“Cupcake, look at you.” He coos, grabbing the hand that’s in his hair and bringing it down to your stomach. You raise your head, eyes fluttering when he thrusts again but you can feel the bulge against your stomach. You force your eyes to stay open the next time he thrusts into you, whining when you see it. “So fucking pretty, baby. So fucking pretty, and so small that my cock is pressing against your tummy, wanting to get out, hm?” You whine again, raising your hips to meet every thrust.

He’s getting close. He can feel it. Every thrust, every clench, every whine. It’s all drawing him closer and closer to the edge, and he knows you can feel his cock twitching inside of you. He knows that you’re getting close again, he can feel the way your walls are fluttering around him rather than persistently clenching.

“Are you close baby?” His hand comes up to rest next to your head, and you whine.

“So close, Yeonnie. Please I’m so close-” Your hips stutter against him, and the knot in your stomach goes tight.

Sangyeon swears he goes blind for a moment with how hard his eyes roll back. His body shakes against yours, his cum filling the condom to the brim. Your back arches, your chests brushing together and he wraps one hand around your back, pressing against your shoulder blades to hold you close to him while the two of you ride out your highs. Both of you are panting, your bodies slick with sweat, and you can only imagine what anyone walking outside is thinking-

“Oh my god, we just fucked in my bakery.” You sit upright, your head knocking against Sangyeon’s in the process. He snorts, rubbing where you just hit him.

“You’re realizing this now?” You smack his arm, and he laughs, pulling away from you. The two of you are quiet for a few minutes, quietly cleaning up and getting dressed. Well…Sangyeon gets dressed. You’re stuck on the counter, your legs proving to be useless now. Sangyeon smiles at this, grabbing your clothes for you and helping you tug your jeans on.

“We’re not fucking in here again.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“So what you’re saying is my car is next?” You punch his arm again, but he just laughs. “I’m kidding.”

“Are you though?”

“...”

“Lee Sangyeon!” He laughs again, taking you by the hand to keep you steady on your feet. The two of you stand there for a few minutes, in the middle of your bakery with the orange glow of the fairy lights.

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask, letting him lead you back to the table you’d left the cake on.

“About what?” Sangyeon peers at you, his head tilted.

“About not liking sweets.” Your cheeks are warm. It’s a silly question, but it had bugged you. Sangyeon smiles, ducking his head.

“Yeah… I was really just here for the coffee.”

“Then…Why did you take what I gave you?” You pout. “If I had known you didn’t like that stuff, I would’ve given you something else!”

“Because I like how happy you sounded when I told you the recipes you were trying tasted fantastic.” He says simply. “I would hate if I said or did anything that made you upset.”

“But you…” you purse your lips. “Then why did you run away? I know that you said someone had…betrayed you before…but did you really think I would do that to you?”

Sangyeon sighs.

“I didn’t know. Obviously, I trusted you- I trust you. But…somewhere inside of me I just couldn’t help but be a bit too cautious. I couldn’t stop myself from being afraid that this would turn out just like that relationship did, you know?” You nod, drumming your fingers on the table. “Can I see the cake you made me now?”

“After all that, you wanna see the cake now?” You scoff and he grins at you, tugging the box toward him. “Whatever. It’s nothing special anyway.”

“Anything you make me is special.” He argues, flipping open the lid of the box. He gasps.

“Do you like it?” Sangyeon doesn’t respond. You get nervous. “Yeonnie?”

“Oh, you want me sooooo bad.”

TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn

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bloodismymedium · 20 days ago

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Ur urbanspook headcannons? brava. Spectacular give me 15 more of these

Your wish is my command anon🫀🫀🫀

🦷 Mona’s favorite holiday, predictably enough is Halloween and she loves the autumn season in general. Bill meanwhile, as a stark contrast, REALLY gets into Christmas.

🦷 Mona is touch starved and she doesn’t know it. She completely melts when Bill runs his fingers through her hair or touches her for any reason but she tries to hide these reactions since she doesn‘t want to come off as “weak”.

🦷 Nathan Cole was Bill’s partner and the more level-headed of the duo, being the one who had to reel Bill in whenever he got “overzealous” during police work. Nathan’s a legit good cop and generally nice guy while Bill was an asshole who was the epitome of police brutality.

🦷 The Gimp seen in HELL was Mark, as in “Mark The Machine” who was a blogger/YouTube personality who covered real crime and serial killers and was documenting Mona and Bill’s murders for years, which piqued Mona’s interest in him as she believed he genuinely appreciated her “art”, resulting in her stalking him for a while until finally kidnapping him and turning him into a pet, which is the full extent of her showing any actual affection towards someone. The title of Mark’s “portrait” is a reference to his background as an Internet personality and how Mona has managed to break him down to essentially just a machine, a toy for her to use as she pleases.

🦷 As mentioned before, Mona has an extreme allergy towards sunlight and photosensitivity that makes direct contact with sunlight very painful for her. As a result, Mona only goes out late at night or very early in the morning when the sun isn’t up. On cloudy days she’ll wear a “disguise” composed of a sun dress, opera gloves, stockings, a sun hat, a tattered parasol and a pair of sunglasses, allowing her to comfortably be outside during the day while also protecting herself from any potential rays that may be peaking out.

🦷 Mona is double jointed and is extremely flexible as a result. Her flexibility and ability to contort herself comes in handy in her murders as she is an expert in hiding and breaking in and out of places and she can squeeze herself into tight spaces quite easily as well. This talent of her’s comes in handy on nights when she and Bill get naughty 😏

🦷 Mona does not care for personal hygiene, she likes being a decrepit, stinky girl. However, if there is one form of self care she actually likes it’s brushing her hair because she finds it soothing and she likes her hair in general. Bill is tasked with brushing her hair and has a tendency to smell it while he does.

🦷 Mona has a bit of a hoarding problem as she is an avid collector of many things ranging from knives and human bones/skulls to dolls/stuffed animals and many of her hideouts boasts some impressive collections she has amassed over the years.

🦷 Mona also has an interest in entomology and mycology and boasts some fairly impressive knowledge on the subjects as a result. She’s got some nice bug and mushroom collections as well but she keeps them hidden because Bill keeps trying to eat them.

🦷 Bill loves coffee while Mona is more of a tea gal. Bill prefers iced coffee over hot and Mona prefers hot tea over iced. Also, Mona can take or leave coffee, Bill meanwhile HATES tea.

🦷 Bill loved breakfast foods, eggs & bacon, pancakes, waffles, donuts, you name it, he was also a fan of eggs in general and isn’t too keen on sweets most of the time. Mona is a MEAT girl, any kind of meat will do but human meat/organs is her favorite.

🦷 Mona dislikes guns because she finds them to be an incredibly boring and “impersonal” way of killing someone that doesn’t inspire her much, preferring a more “hands on” approach to murder. Bill meanwhile doesn’t just like guns, he practically worshipped them and was a typical second amendment, NRA type before meeting Mona.

🦷 Mona’s favorite genres of music are Industrial, Alternative Rock, Grunge, Horror Punk, Goth Rock and Dark Cabaret, her favorite artist is either Voltaire or Tom Waits. Bill’s favorite genres are Hard Rock, Thrash Metal, Death Metal, Nu Metal, Groove Metal and Psychedelic, his favorite artist is either Rob Zombie or Disturbed.

🦷 By far, the worst thing Mona has ever done was when she blew up a daycare on Christmas Eve, collected the charred remains of the infants, stitched them back together as macabre flesh dolls and sent them to their parents in gift boxes on Christmas day. Even Bill was kinda shocked when she did this and genuinely didn’t think she could get anymore depraved until she did it… which only made him love her even more in the end.

🦷 Mona’s choice for a final meal would be brown sugar glazed pork chops with colcannon and roasted asparagus, black pudding, a slice of spiced apple cake and a cup of earl grey. Also if given the choice, Mona would choose to be executed by firing squad. Bill’s final meal would be two pounds of fried chicken with a pound of fried shrimp, scrambled eggs, roasted potatoes, a pound of strawberries and a bottle of fireball whiskey. Bill wouldn’t care how he’s executed, just as long Mona is there to see him off.

#urbanspook #urbanspook the painter #the painter #headcanons #mona lanius #bill collins #nathan cole

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pinkrifle · 1 year ago

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Hello ml!<3 i was wondering if you could do yandere team stan and craig x reader platonic please! Like they see reader as a little sister!^^

hi lovely! i do not take SP requests anymore buttttf this seems really easy, so i should be able to do this !

saying this rn i’m so sorry if this is short #_# <\3 i’m sorry if i missed a character or two aswell!

only team stan right now as i can’t really think of much to do for team craig, sorry once more! D:

Stan Marsh -

a little careful not to bring you around his friends too much.. especially cartman AND COVERS UR EARS EVERYTIME ONE OF THEM SAYS A DIRTY JOKE LOL (no matter how old you are!1!1!)

would 100% go off on anyone who tries to mess with you (and Kyle would probably join him too) , ya don’t F with family, folks!

trades his lunch or snacks at lunch to give them to you!! loves seeing the look on your face when you get a snack size pack of skittles. Even if it’s super small your face always lightens up and he just laughs and feels very proud of himself after

he makes sure shelly isn’t too mean to you, let’s her rip on him instead if she gets a little aggressive with you (she wouldn’t really go that far dw <3)

Eric Cartman -

GETS YOU IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIMMEEEE

(don’t worry he always does something in return after. begrudgingly and hesitantly.) (he just feels bad)

brings you on all of his little dangerous adventures but makes sure you stay safe all the time,, if you get hurt EVER he’s SOOO dramatic. begging for a hospital!

if any of his friends (aka rest of team stan) dare to say anything to you (they don’t cuz they don’t care) he will 100% be dramatic ALLO OVER AGAIN, threatens to beat up his friends (he can’t rlly) and is nice to you for the rest of the day!!

steals cute stuff from other classmates and brings them to you, steals snacks from people and brings them to you!! probably stole some snacks from stan that he planned to give to his own little sibling

Kenny McCormick -

tones down his dirty jokes when with you, and also does not let you around his friends LMAO

loves hanging out with you, karen, and kevin! at first he was really hesitant on stuart and carol having you (like with karen) but loved you so much after your born!!

protects u FOR LIFE. is basically also your guardian angel when he’s in his mysterion costume! when your in the foster home thing(?) he’s visiting you like crazy and bringing you treats aswell. makes sure you never get beaten up in the basement by the parents

loves whenever you show him something you like. Anime? cartoons? etc? your not cringe to him at all! he likes weird shit too, trust. Watches and plays everything you show him <3

a video game MASTER! having any trouble with a boss fight? he’s got it. Cant find an item? he already has it and is gonna trade it to you!!

Kyle Broflovski -

takes care of you and Ike RELIGIOUSLY. love you two both to death!

plays dolls/action digs with you even if your in middle school or whatever (in the event he’s in HS or whatever) , he doesn’t want his little siblings to ever grow up! brings a tear to his eye.

every Hanukkah he makes sure you get the best presents and NEVER lets your presents break, always has them in pristine condition ! hates seeing you sad , it affects him more than he’d like to admit.. he also gives you his hat to wear when your a little down!

bakes and cooks with you, he’s pretty okay at cooking but if your bad it’s no problem! he’s willing to teach you the 3 dishes he knows how to make LMAO. If your better than him at cooking? EVEN BETTER, teach him! but he’ll be a little embarassed to learn stuff from his little sibling

having trouble with homework? he’s on it! he won’t let you cheat on anything, but he’ll help you and guide you to the right answer.

Never let’s people talk shit about you or make fun of you, he will fr fight his friends if they dare to do that.

heya! thanks for requesting, i haven’t been really willing to write lately but this got me off my booty!!! i really should open my tf2 and scp foundation reqs.

sorry again i couldn’t do team craig! i hope these were good enough, feel free to request this again some time if i’m ever active again! <3

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒#south park x reader platonic #south park x reader #south park #kyle brovlofski x reader #kyle broflovski #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick

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bloodykora · 6 months ago

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Hair Aches

Summary: After performing for the circus, your scalp hurts from all the pins and ties that lie in it. A familiar blue haired clown comes to 'help' (tease you).

No use of y/n and it's pretty much gender neutral. Buggy does call yall doll once but that is it. And I tried to write this in mind that not everyone has wavy hair like I do. Hopefully, it comes across that way. Also mature warning, there is very much sexual undertones/jokes so minors. Scurry away. (he also kinda ooc sorry)

Buggy Masterlist

You groan as you take your hair out, pins and ties holding it into the perfect place for the show. Coloured bows and ribbons, fake gems and clips adding the picturesque look that I had designed for Buggy’s circus. Beautiful and precise, until it came time to take it all off.

The knots being hurriedly ripped out, knots being ignored as your fingers searched your scalp for any extra bobby pins.

“I could hear the moans from my quarters, what are you up to in here doll?” The familiar voice of the captain rings out as the door to your room hits the wall, opening to show his body in the frame. You turn to see him, one hand of yours currently pulling out a tie and the other rubbing at your sore head.

“I hate you, I hate your aesthetic, I hate that your hat is also a wig and you don’t feel the headache of having your hair up all night.” You say rather grumpily, ripping a hand down as the pig tail falls from the top of your head.

A huff escapes you as both arms fall to your lap, shaking your head slightly to help the hair fall back into place. “Aww but you look so good with your hair like that, all glittered up.” He coos gently at you, approaching where you sat in front of the vanity. Your station as usual after every performance, messy but not chaotic. You fake angrily throw a pearl pin down, pouting as your head hung down.

“I just can't do it, this repeated pattern. The coughing of the clown base, the pulls of the earrings, the head aches from the hair.” You dramatically claim, sniffling and dabbing at the invisible tears with one finger. You raise your hand to head, the palm facing out as you sigh heavily for him to hear.

Buggy smirks, deciding to play along with your facade.

“Oh goodness, whatever shall we do? These working conditions are a true hell for an angel like you.”

“I have an idea of how you can pay me back.” His brows raise as he leans over you in your seat, looking down to your face. His face tells you to ‘carry on’.

“Pay me more berry.” You smile widely as you say it, his jaw drops and he huffs as the sentence finishes.

“Well, sorry to break it to ya. I also get massive head pain from that thing squeezing my brain all day.” He leans down further, face getting mere inches away from yours. You could see the foundation that had been sweated out cracking along the sides of his face. The blue now slightly smudged and his lip stain coming off.

“You are truly some pirate, you know if you were anyone else. You’d have been booted off my ship long ago, you’re lucky I like ya kid.”

“There needs to be someone on the ship to entertain you. So I’m pretty confident in my work environment.” You snicker back to him as he takes his bandana off his head and sets it on the desk in front of you.

“Maybe you should let me wear the hat next time and I’ll put the beads in your hair.” He chuckles lowly, amused by your quick witted responses. Your hand reaches up into his hair, the bright colour always fascinating you as you twist and rub his scalp. He closes his eyes in serenity, enjoying the much needed head massage.

“You better be careful there or you will have to carry me to bed.” He jokes with you, smiling before his face falls again due to the stimuli.

“Oh I will gladly take you to bed, captain. Don’t you worry about it.” Your voice low now to match his, not wanting to disturb his peace. Your hand comes snaking back out of his locks, settling on his hands. Without a word, you gently begin sliding his stained white gloves off. Helping him out of the costume he had built up for so long.

“How about I do pay you back, help you out with your hair problem.” He offers, picking up his hands that had laid still for so long. You understand what he means, accepting the help but warning him before hand.

“Be gentle, okay. No pulling or being weird with it, my hair is delicate and prepared and very important to me.” You warn, basically threaten him, he nods rolling his eyes dramatically.

“If I knew you were going to be so bossy about it, I would not have offered.” You chuckle at his sass as you take his hands, and lead them into your hair where he wouldn’t mess with it too much.

“I think I’d have to jump your bones.”

He takes your caution greatly though, tenderly rubbing your scalp where it had ached from the weight of the hair being up all night.

“I didn’t think you’d actually be okay at this.” You half compliment him, leaning back to enjoy his touch.

“I’ve always wanted long hair, I think I’d rock it. Probably be even prettier than yours.” He teases yet you linger on the thought, imagining what he would look like.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy live action #buggy one piece #one piece live action #one piece

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remadra · 4 months ago

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meows. tell me Everything you have on ushanka. i'm new and i like his vibe

Answering after consulting and compiling.

Hi I have an AU called Pale City Teens where all the kids I like survived. It does not matter how canon they are, just that they are canon. It can range from full model and animations to concept art stored in the files of the game. This one is my favorite, he appears for about five seconds and dies immediately. His actual name is The Kid With A Red Scarf but for some reason I could never remember that (Control Car Delete) but I did remember his hat! So I called him Ushanka Kid.

I was talking to @neko-chan-13 about RK being bad at flirting with girls and they said what if the same happens with guys to him, like he doesn't catch on. He could've had a boyfriend but was too dumb to notice it.

Ushanka kid.

We have 20+ AUs featuring Usha and RK as part of the main cast if not the main characters and hop around them like very normal people would.

Based on almost nothing I've made personalities for all the background characters. There's very very little supporting evidence for any of it but it's my dollhouse and I get to play with the dolls with Neko.

SO. Usha (his shortened name) is Russian, he likes heavy clothes, cold weather, and things with engines like cars or trains. He's the oldest at 17 and a half (very important to have the half). We gave him an old bike/motorcycle he built himself and fuels with grain alcohol because I pestered my brother about old cars for an hour (power of home distilleries in post prohibition era type aesthetic world baybey).

I decided to even out the amount of lesbians and bisexuals in my AU by making 1 singular gay boy. He's accidentally our token mean gay of the team with Pretty because he's kind of rude and antisocial.

It's VERY important that he has acne because 1) he does not wash his face 2) he is genetically predisposed and 3) some people just have acne that never goes away :,)). He cares about his friends, but not really anyone beyond them, and doesn't like to stay in one place for long (hence the bike). He's one of the kids that Mono and Six saved in the loops (Six picked to save him because she thought he was funny), so he has the pin from Mono on his hat as a sort of "Hey, don't fuck with me, I have tough friends" to other kids. Mono gives the pins out so he can recognize people since he sucks at facial recognition between time travel and looping.

And he's accidentally a hopeless romantic that just can't get up the nerve to ask out a really stupid guy. Even after he gets RK (good for him) they're both still stupid.

Because we thought it was funny.

I write him as skipping some words when agitated like "the" and "a" because Russian doesn't have those, and avoiding contractions because he wants to be understood clearly. He hates idioms, especially ones easy to screw up like "right from the gecko" (get go), and "add salt to the injury" (insult). He also doesn't like metaphors, similes, analogies, or hyperbole. He just wants people to say what they mean and stop expecting him to understand their unnecessarily complicated phrases.

We have more about him but SOMEONE is taking their sweet fucking time writing that FUCKING FIC and wants to be FIRST.

My version (teenager) versus canon (doll).

Thank you for listening.

(You can check the Scarven tag for more of them together and some poor soul's OC that has that name, or search Little Nightmares Ushanka Kid for more of just this guy in our version.)

#anon #anon ask #ask #rembles #cringefail #my art #whiteboard doodles #pale city teens #little nightmares ushanka kid #little nightmares runaway kid #scarven #beasties ftw

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richierambles · 7 months ago

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Cartman's system: headmate list 2.0

Been thinking thoughts idk

This list would be their alters when their body's 15yo (sorry it's long I might make a shorter one later-)

Thanks to @mischieviousmusic and @everythingwasnormalhere for standing my infodumping about this au XD

Littles:

Anne:

6 yo

She/her

Loves playing tea party (main fronter during it)

When it's the other littles playing, she mainly roleplays as the Polly Prissipants doll

Sometimes cofronts when they're at class, but isn't allowed to talk to their classmates

Almost always at cofront when Love's fronting

After they come out, she's closest to Stan and Butters

They're not out to Karen, but Anne's spent time with her too

Whenever she talks to Kenny she asks him how she's doing<3

Ginger in headspace (it felt important to mention this don't ask why)

Finn:

8yo

He/him

Main fronter almost all the time they're playing

Roleplays as most of the other toys when they're playing tea party though

Loves playing cowboys

Frienemies with Artemis, they'll either hate each other or be best friends all the time

After they come out, he's closest to Kenny (but will much rather hang out with his sysmates)

Looks and acts like a Typical White Boy™

Artemis:

5yo

He/they

Introjected from Artemis Clyde Frog (the stuffed animal), but lost almost all his connection to it since the day it died (and exclusively goes by Artemis, hates his other names)

Roleplays himself when playing with the other syskids, never a main fronter while playing

Spent a long while (2-3 years) dormant, only came back after they came out, one day when the system was hanging out with their friends

The gang were all like "wtf who's this idk this alter-" but finally figured it out (mainly Kyle did)

SUPER close to Kyle

Actually whenever Artemis fronts they'll text Kyle first thing no matter what

Also close-ish to Butters

Has dark skin in the innerworld, his iw appearance is human but he always wears a frog hat

Hosts:

Sam:

15yo

he/him

The meaner, stronger Cartman

Is also a protector besides a host

Split from Collins on the Kenny Dies episode

He's the one who used fetuses to built the pizza place because otherwise the guys would've thought he was weak (his thought process is fucking crazy)

One of the few alters who remembers Kenny's deaths

He also knows there's something weird going on in their brain, but has no idea what

Used to cleaning up after everyone else's messes (like acting as if Jenni was Mitch Conners and as if all the Henniffer Lopez thing was just a joke (which backfired so bad...))

After they come out, he hangs out with everyone the same way they always do

Insys, he's trying to get close to 8

^ completely idolatrizes Hitler

Huge on the antisemitism (and general bigotry tbh)

Collins:

14yo

he/him

Split from Sam on the Kenny dies episode

He did want to use the fetuses to save Kenny, and he does consider Kenny his best friend

But he switched out when they got the news Kenny was dead (he was unable to cope with that) and so that's why Sam did what he did

Acts much more like a normal kid than Sam

Actually he's pretty normal for South Park standards

After they come out, he's best friends with Kenny but still friends with the rest of the gang as usual

Not as bad as Sam but definitely not good either

Kyle doesn't hate him as much as he hates Sam (but he'd never say this)

Cartman-sonas (idk how else to call this category):

Irick:

120yo

he/him

Grand Wizard King

Gatekeeper

Fronts mainly while playing SoT (but not every time they do)

Definitely their most responsible alter

^ the others often ask him for advice and stuff

Mildly connected to source

The first time he fronted it was during a SoT game, he found all of it normal (his memories are of the SoT universe) but when they stopped playing he was so weirded out by everything since he's used to a fantasy world

"Cartman stop rping we finished 2 hours ago" "who trapped those guys inside that box 😰" (they were watching TV 💀)

Now (after they came out) they don't play SoT as much, so he only takes full control on special occasions or when Kenny is on a Princess shift (otherkin Kenny 💯)

Only actually close to Kenny because of that, doesn't talk much to anyone else

Grim:

18yo

it/raccoon neos/he

The Coon

Physical protector

Formed because of Cartman's hero persona, but that was long before they started going out as The Coon (they made the first concept for that sona when they were around 4-5yo)

But one day it fronted and decided why not go out fight crime

The others didn't know about this at first

They just knew they had a weird fixation on that "Coon" hero (which, they didn't know where they saw him either but wtv)

But one day Sam decided to go out as Coon (in a rp manner) and found he looked exactly like him

Grim fronted in the middle of it and yk Coon'd for a bit

And Sam did remember that time

So what made more sense is that he'd been The Coon since the beginning

(which wasn't exactly a lie-)

After their syscovery, they assumed Grim formed after they started going out as The Coon

Grim has never confirmed nor denied this

Every single time Kenny's in his Mysterion shift fur gets yeeted to front just so they can argue for a while 💀

Talks to pretty much all the gang but mainly Mysterion'd Kenny

Gets called a furry 24/7 by both his headmates and Kenny (and the rest of the gang sometimes, not as much tho). He fucking hates it.

Adrian:

16yo

he/him

Sexual protector

Metrosexual Cartman

But he's a full-on homosexual

Cartman's metrosexual phase lasted longer than anyone else's because "it's not a phase mom it's who I am 🙄💅"

It was a phase for everyone but Adrian

He's still in that phase

Has hooked up with half the system and even a couple guys out of it

Nothing serious though

Before they came out he respected Cartman's image and didn't flirt with their friends, but after they did there's not a conversation in which he's not telling them the gayest most explicit shit ever

The gang are between confidence boost and absolute utter cringe fucking kill me pls

Theodore:

17yo

he/him

Persecutor (misguided protector) + academic

Formed during Tsst, he's the nice submissive version of Cartman

Would let basically anyone boss him around

Good intentions all the time

Won't do anything bad on purpose

All his submissiveness has gotten them in trouble though

To the point the others try to avoid him fronting as much as they can

He switched in when they were going to kill Liane though, that's good

Goes exclusively by Theodore, some people have tried to call him Theo but he hates that

After they come out, the gang are kinda uncomfortable with him, but Butters warms up to him eventually

(the reason why they're uncomfortable is because Theodore has such a Not Cartman way to act, and also because he's kinda really fucking lame)

(also a bit because Sam has told them all about the times Theodore has messed up)

Sunny/Love

Ageless

love-related neos

Cupid Me

Sexual protector

Hypersexual

When heart's at front, heart'll flirt with Kyle so much it's insane

Is it because fluff's in love with him? Is it because fluff ships kyman? Is it because of a secret third reason? Who knows

Btw everyone else (/sys) was so confused about it at first, like, "...wdym I was acting weird yesterday? I was flirting with you?? And calling you Ky-boo??? Good one dude but quit the bullshit I never did that"

Then when they had the syscovery nobody associated that with some alter doing it

Until a few months after they came out Kyle connected the dots and almost instantly told Sam (who was so pissed off at Sunny 😭)

Love's mostly close to the girls (Nichole, Bebe, even Wendy), but a lot closer to Collins and Anne

Also 💘's never stopped flirting with Kyle, and will never stop (slay)

Introjects:

Eight/8/H:

56yo

he/him

Hitler factive, really connected to source

Protector + Prosecutor

Formed soon after they learnt about Hitler's existence

Fronts at times in which they have to act commanding, such as The Passion Of The Jew or Ginger Kids

Also fronted during some of Tsst, and was who planned (and tried) to kill Liane

After they came out, he didn't front much in front of their friends (he found them lame)

But one day something Bad happened when they woke up and he got triggered to front, so he had to go to school

When the gang noticed he was acting different, they asked who he was

Well, Kyle did, but Eight refused to answer

Stan asked again and H told them his name was Adolf Hitler

Kyle refused to even look at him the rest of that day (and rightfully so)

When someone else switched in, Kyle told them that if 8 didn't at least change his name he'd never talk to any of them ever again, so that's why he goes by Eight/8/H (that was the most he'd accept to change it)

When he's at front (not often) Kyle has to resist the urge to beat him up (he doesn't wanna hurt some of the others), but to find them both in the same room is practically imposible

Jenni:

25yo

she/her

Jenniffer Lopez factive

Talks in spanish sometimes, it's horribly incorrect but she doesn't care

She's the one who does most of the drag

Also the other one (besides Adrian) who hooks up with random guys

She's mostly at cofront rather than full front (talking with the hand because it "looks less weird"), but she's been at full front sometimes too :3

Fucking hates Mitch

After they come out, she hangs out with Bebe sometimes (but not really too often, she'll much rather go with celebrities)

Mitch Conner:

31yo

they/he

Sam first made him up so he could "get rid of" Jenni without looking too insane

But then they actually split

Jenni and Mitch fucking hate each other, Jenni because he steals her identity and Mitch because he thinks she's annoying

Whenever they front they'll find out everything they can about the other alters (and everyone in general) just so they can get stuff from them later

Kyle is so annoyed by his existence for some reason

Other (idk where else to put her soo):

Mae:

21yo

she/her

Persecutor

Originally split when they were a little kid (3-5), to take care of them when Liane didn't (she was kinda neglectful back then)

Also to have them grow up in a hopefully healthier environment

But she started obsessing over growing up and maturing to the point she actually made them unsafe

Such as in 1%, when she mutilated their stuffed animals and almost killed them (by burning down their house) in the process

Now she almost never fronts, and only Irick knows where she is and is allowed to talk to her

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