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think0fmehigh · 3 days ago

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prof!matty phone sex 🤲🏻

me and elle are an elite combo sry

it’s your second night by yourself this week and you’re counting down the days until your fiancé is cuddled next to you again. matty was required to attend a professional development conference a few hours away for his job. you recall him begrudgingly packing his suitcase while you folded some of your own laundry the night before he left.

it wasn’t really a ‘bring your partner’ work trip and quite frankly, he wouldn’t dream of subjecting you to such a boring and stressful week around his fellow professors. he expressed to you how much it pains him to leave you here by yourself—making sure to add that he’ll text or call to check in at least a couple times a day.

he had a late night yesterday, opting for just a sweet goodnight text instead of a call. tonight though, he already messaged you that he’ll call you when he gets to hotel in about fifteen minutes.

upon reading his message, you decide you want to torture him a little bit, since you’re so very bored at home without him.

you quickly start to shift through his side of the closet, finding a crisp black blazer that very much smelled of his cologne. perfect, you think, laying it on the bed and striping off the clothes you currently have on.

once you’re naked, you sling the oversized blazer over your shoulders. it engulfs you, but leaves enough skin uncovered to make a lovely picture for matty. you pose in front of the mirror, snapping multiple angles before sending the one that turned out best.

what do you think? x

he reads it immediately, still in the midst of his ride back.

Fuck…couldn’t wait until I got to my hotel room, dirty girl?

Look so fucking gorgeous in my clothes.

you bite your lip, nails tapping loudly against your screen as you text him back. it’s hard not to feel a bit of heat in your stomach when he says things like that.

no i couldn’t. miss you a lot, call me asap ❤️❤️

he hearts the message (you def taught him how to do that) and you go to sit down on the bed, placing the phone next to you while you await his call. his smell is so potent on his blazer it feels as though he was right here hugging you.

it doesn’t take long for his special ringtone to fill your ears and you reach over to pick up the phone.

“hi, darling,” matty says lowly over the line, his voice alone causing more arousal to gather between your legs.

“hi, daddy,” you giggle, laying back on the bed and letting the blazer fall open, exposing you completely.

“do you still got my blazer on, baby?” he questions, and you heard brief shuffling in the background. he must’ve called right as he unlocked his room.

“mhm, want me to send you another picture?” you purr, one finger lightly tracing the expensive fabric of the blazer.

he unbuckles his belt, making sure the phone picks it up. the sound alone drives you crazy. “you better, sweetheart.”

you smirk, opening up the camera app and taking a picture of you on the bed exposed, the blazer doing nothing but sitting at your sides now. matty peels off his slacks and dress shirt before settling into the fresh white linen. “i think you’ll like this one,” you tease, sending a few pictures over before dropping the phone beside your pillow.

“naughty fucking girl,” he breathes, easing his hand into his boxers as he studies the lewd photo. he hisses as he wraps his fingers around his hard cock. “shit, ‘m so pissed i’m not with you right now.”

“i’d already have your cock in my mouth if you were.”

“you’re going to kill me, baby,” he grunts, freeing his length completely. his head drops back against the headboard and he slowly eases his hand up and down. “play with yourself, angel. want you to feel good too.”

you moan softly, doing exactly that. your body feels as if it’s melting with molten desire, igniting a flame in your lower belly that only can burn for him. you reach up to knead your tits for a moment, pinching a nipple as you spread your legs. his cologne lingering on the blazer has just made you need him more.

“can i use the vibrator you got me, daddy?” you whine, hearing him chuckle. he speeds up the pace of his hand only a little, swiping his thumb over his sensitive tip to collect the pre-cum.

“needy little thing. yeah, go on. whatever you want, sweetheart.” his mouth twitches into a smile as you open your nightstand drawer to retrieve the device. he sets the phone down beside him on the mattress, knowing he’ll be able to get off just by listening to you.

you flip the toy on, the buzzing sound making matty give you a pleased hum. his free hand reaches up to take off his glasses, setting them on the nightstand. “good girl—put it on your clit for me, darling.”

a tiny gasp escapes you when you do, blinding pleasure licking up your spine. “fuck,” you cry, “feels so good.”

matty closes his eyes, once again speeding up his hand. his hips buck up as he groans, gently pressing his thumb into his slit just like you do. “good thing i got you some toys to keep you satisfied, huh? could never be happy with just your tiny fingers, right, bunny?”

you shake your head like he can see you, pressing the vibe a bit harder on your swollen bud. “can i fuck myself with this, please? you’re right, m–my fingers won’t help…”

“hold on, baby. we got time, relax. want to hear you cum first just like that…”

you should’ve known he’d make it a long night.

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charlieluver · 2 days ago

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Something about him

You liked your boyfriend. Sure, he asked you out on a date the very first time you both met. You did have a little "love at first sight" crush , I mean who wouldn't like a charming, soft spoken man. But the more you get to know him, the deeper you fall for him. You love when he is focused during practice, his heart dedicated to the game. You love it when his nose scrunches, lips pout out of annoyance of silly mistakes. You love it when he expresses himself, the "Vamos" he yells after every win. You love when he does these silly faces at the signing camera, which were in fact pre-discussed with you. Your heart fills at this, it feels like he did that, just for you to know. There's something about him playing with dogs, his face lights up, his love for them so pure. His laugh? So hearty, and its impossible to not laugh along with him. His little pranks on you, to scare you (which works every single time) and his face of joy when he succeeds, that mischievous grin on his face makes your heart content. You love the fact that he listens to you, the things you like suddenly appearing in the room. The random flowers he gets you, with that gummy smile you know too well. You love when he validates you presence, standing up for you even for the smallest things. You love how he is protective over you, his hands holding your waist a little firmer, to make it clear you are his. You have noticed an extra skip in his walk when he is with you, and that makes you feel special. There's something in his eyes, a little green in those brown that you can only see when the sunlight falls just right. His eyes shine when he talks about you (or something similar, that's what Junaki tells you.) There's something comforting about how his hands caress your waist, when you both are, in fact, just chilling on the couch. His hands always reaching out to your sleepy head, gently putting on his shoulder, during long travels. The extra squeeze he does just before breaking the hug. You love the way he cradles your face, his thumb brushing over your already reddened cheeks, his touch so soft, so gentle. You love when he looks at you doe eyed, while applying eye mask on his face. Those eyes, that follow your face like a lost puppy. Those eyes that hold so much love for you, how could you not like them? You loved the rain. But Carlos hated it. At every opportunity, you would go, jumping from one puddle to another, while Carlos stood at a distance, in the shade, looking at you with a smile that reaches his eyes. Once you were stuck at your university, without an umbrella, while the rain was pouring hard. You would have just called Carlos to drive you home, but you remember that he is in for a long practice session with Junaki today at the indoor court near your university. You were just going to call your parents when you see quite far away, a running figure, umbrella over their head. As the person comes closer, you recognise him. "Sorry I could have come before ⎯" he pants, his shirt drenched in the rain, his hand holding the soaking umbrella. "Carlos, why are you even here? I thought you had practice? And why did u even run here?" "Oh, its ok I told Junaki that I needed a time off and I came. I remember you didn't take an umbrella and I don't want you to catch a cold, so I came." He smiles at you, not having the slightest hint how much this meant, to you. And that's when you knew, you didn't like this man. You loved him. You quite possibly wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ☀️ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ i just imagined this (fuck i have never been loved by a man lord have mercy)

requests are open? i really need something to work on

if u want to see similar stuff ig?

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bloodfin · 15 hours ago

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all those things that you desire

A fic for @anotherbananasong - the story of how Charon came to be, and how an unexpected source made Alpha think twice about walking away from the ones he loves the most.

Read on Ao3, or below the cut.

Words: 4.394

Warnings/Additional Tags: Set in the Banana!Verse; Everyone Needs A Hug; Hurt/Comfort; Child Neglect (IT GETS BETTER!! Not explicit, just know it's there); Angst With A Happy Ending, Self-Doubt, Anxiety, Spontaneous Summoning, The Language Of Flowers

“Test me if you like, ghoul.”

Sister sneers across her desk, arms crossed. Alpha’s voice catches in his throat, and flames begin to lick at the bond he shares with his mate -

Dewdrop’s tear-streaked face blinks into view before Alpha feels himself falling,

falling,

falling.

Alpha jolts awake in a cold sweat, scrambles to sit upright and pushes half his nest apart to get there. He wraps his arms around his knees as tears start to gather at the corners of his eyes, heart pounding so hard he can feel it in his ears.

“Just a dream,” he mutters to himself, wiping at his eyes. “Just a stupid -”

There’s a firm knock at Alpha’s door that has him glance at his clock, grumbling as he struggles to pull his veil into place and dry his eyes at the same time.

“Frater would like to see you at two o’clock this afternoon,” a little quintessence ghoul says with a tilt of their head. Alpha feels like he should know their name, but he can’t quite find it in his groggy brain. He nods, and with a purple flash the ghoul has disappeared, leaving him alone.

‘Alone.’

Alpha sighs, looking back at his room. His empty nest, where he should be. He starts to pick at his nails, trying to figure out how to pass the next three hours.

He thinks of trying Air, but his face throbs at the memory of the last beating he got from Earth. And he’s trying to be more respectful, really. With a heavy sigh he slumps into his nest, trying, and failing (‘like you do at everything else,’ his mind helpfully supplies), to not think about the last time he stood before Frater.

Frater had called out his cruelty, and he panicked, thinking he would be sent back to the pits. That Dewdrop would be sent back. They’d never be safe, they’d never have the life Alpha wanted. Despite the changes Frater made, the raised doorways and larger rooms and the whole addition Frater organized, Alpha still felt Sister’s cold fingers wrapped around his heart. He couldn’t help but be jealous of Earth and Air, doting on sweet Astra in their rooms above the catacombs.

Alpha is the only one left, roaming the empty halls. He could go up the stairs. Sit and braid Dewdrop’s hair, hold his hand, maybe even kiss him -

No.

Alpha could feel his imagination running away from him again, that irritating spark of hope starting to light deep in his prefrontal cortex. He can’t let himself hope, he has to protect Dew. At all costs.

‘It’s always going to be the same.’

And so Alpha paces, back and forth, the same path he always took while everyone else slept. Counting down the seconds until his summons.

With a deep breath, Alpha straightens his veil, and raises his fist to knock on Frater’s door. He hears that heavily accented enter and slowly walks in, gently closing the door behind him.

Copia gestures to the seats in front of his desk, but Alpha simply shakes his head once, unable to lift his eyes from the floor. Copia hums and stands, rounding his desk to lean against the back of a chair.

“My ghoul,” he says softly, “I wanted to apologize.”

Alpha is sure his ears aren’t working properly.

“What?”

“The last time you were here, you left upset,” Copia explains, gently speaking with his hands. “I understand that I truly know nothing of the things that happened under Sister, but I want to make it clear that she and I are not the same.”

Copia takes a deep breath and a step closer to Alpha, who looks so small despite towering over the man.

“I want you to know that you are safe here, but I also must protect each ghoul in my care, and that includes my Dewdrop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Frater.”

“You need not be afraid of me. I only asked if you would be happier in the pits because I want my ghouls to want to be here, and if you’d rather go home, it can be arranged at your request.”

Alpha feels his lip tremble, traitorous water filling his eyes.

“No, papa, I wish to stay.”

‘What are you even staying for, you're weak.’

“Then I am glad you will be here,” Copia says gently, taking another step forward before putting a cautious hand on Alpha’s elbow. “But, please, be kind to my Dewdrop. And the others.” He pauses, gives Alpha a gentle squeeze. “And yourself.”

‘Look at you, about to cry, little bi-’

Alpha knows better than to make empty promises, so instead he slips out the door with a nod of his head, racing back to his room.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when he gets there, surprised to see Dew in the middle of his room.

“Mm, hi,” Dew waves shyly, before shoving his hand back into his pocket. “Been a while, since I've seen you and,”

‘Since you used him last’

Alpha blinks the thoughts away, listening to Dewdrop ramble for a moment longer.

“Anyway, I wanted to see if you might want to go up to the garden for a walk? With… me?”

“Yes,” Alpha agrees quickly.

Dew blinks at him a few times before beaming, excitedly pulling at his hand to guide him up and out of the catacombs, wholly unaware of the conversation that just took place in Frater's office.

‘He deserves better.’

Alpha can't help his smiling, watching Dew point out Mountain’s new additions to the garden.

“See look! There's the uh. The. Mm. Tatcha? Tacca.”

Dewdrop taps his finger to his lips, thinking hard before snapping in recognition.

“Tacca chantrieri! They're also called the black bat flower, which is fitting, considering who Phantom is.”

“Ah, yes, the little quint,” Alpha hums, filing the name away again for the next time he sees them.

“And over here are the red hot poker plants he planted for Rory,” Dew continues, showing Alpha the vibrant orange-to-yellow ombre blooms.

Alpha stops, taking in an interesting planters box, filled with white gladiolus and delicate Lily of the valley. He also spots bells of Ireland and some green, round, fuzzy things.

“Ah,” Dewdrop returns to his side, hands stuffed back in his pockets. “Earth made it, for him and Air. Pretty, right?”

Alpha blinks, registering some movement off to the side. He sees Rain a few feet away, adding some yellow flower to a little pool of water poppies and foxfires, and bites the inside of his cheek.

‘Even coral for brains can show he cares more than you.’

“Why don't we head back inside, Dew.”

Dew nods, stepping over a weed filled planter. It looks like it was blue at one point, the sheen cracking through a mix of goldenrod yellow and a deep red. Painted recently enough, a small firecracker plant peeking through the dried grasses.

He doesn't try to take Alpha's hand this time.

Dew sits up in Alpha's nest, a thin blanket thrown over his lap.

“I should probably get going,” he sighs, and Alpha stares at the ceiling.

His veil is on the floor and a red bruise is blooming under his collarbone. He thinks if he pushed into it with all his might it would hurt less than watching Dewdrop walk away again.

‘You don't deserve him.’

“You,” Alpha clears his throat, slides his hand over to rest on top of Dew's.

‘You'll never be able to protect him.’

“You don't have to go.”

He opens his arm then, a warm space for Dew to curl into. He takes the invitation without much hesitation, settling into Alpha's side with a rusty purr. He smiles, Dew’s scent filling his nose, and he finally lets himself drift into a peaceful sleep.

Rain leans in Dew’s door frame, watching him flit about. Tosses a piece of trash here, shelves another book there, stops by the top of his dresser to dust the garnet Aether had given him last Yule.

“New sheets?” Rain nods in the direction of Dewdrop’s nest, draped in deep red.

“Yeah,” he smiles, barely pausing.

The corner of Rain’s mouth lifts and he slides across the room, peering over the edge.

“Looks soft.”

“Mm.”

“Wanna take a break? I’ll do the wash.”

Dew finally looks over at him, hair tossed over his shoulder. His smile flattens for a moment before he goes to stand next to Rain, leans his head on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmurs, curling his pinky over Rain’s. “Rainy, I…”

“Did Alpha hurt you again?”

Rain feels anger bloom warm in his cheeks, torn between leaving Dew’s side and staying to hold him. He thinks perhaps he should voice his intentions, a challenge, because Dew doesn’t deserve to be treated like that all the time. He should be with someone that holds him close, whispers his name in the darkness, someone that -

“Alpha’s moving in.”

“He’s what.”

“He loves me,” Dew smiles, squeezing Rain’s hand. “Made that candle over there, the one that matches my eyes. And said he loves me. So many times.”

“He… loves. You.”

Rain can feel his pulse quicken, something like dismay and anger and jealousy all mixed together as he pushes down the bile rising at the back of his throat. “And you’re sure? About that?”

Dewdrop looks up to face him, eyes shining with pure joy.

“He wants to be exclusive for a bit. Strengthen our bond, you know?”

Rain clears his throat.

“Ah. Hence the uh, the cleaning. And soft red sheets and all.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll let you,” Rain clears his throat, growing steadily more uncomfortable. “I’ll let you finish up in here, then... I’m. I’m happy for you, droplet.”

Dew wraps Rain in a tight hug, nuzzles into his chest for one more indulgent moment.

“Thanks, Rainy, I know it’s tough but this is important to me. To us.”

Rain pecks the top of Dew’s head, humming his acquiescence.

“Just don’t forget about me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dew nods, pulling away. “I could never.”

Rain smiles tightly before exiting the room, stomping down the hallway to find Aether. An outrage, he thinks. Maybe it’s regret, he’s feeling, not making his intentions known sooner. Trying to be romantic with his floating garden, trying to find the right time.

When he can’t find Aether in any of his usual places he huffs, remembering he was on call for the infirmary. He grumbles a bit before heading to the new ghoul wing, poking his head into different rooms.

“Looking for someone?”

Rain stands up straight, a chill running down his back when he feels a large presence looming in the shadows behind him. If Aether is on call and in the infirmary, then that must mean…

“They’re with Mountain.”

Rain snaps his head around, fangs dropping a fraction. “Again? I told him that’s mine -”

Omega hums, a haunting sound. “Delta is not a thing to be owned. Come with me, little one, we have much to discuss.”

Rain gulps, finally putting a name to the feeling he had all along.

Fear.

“My ghouls! Thank you for joining me for this meeting. It is my understanding that some of the spaces in the ministry are still not easily accessible to our erm… taller counterparts, is that correct?”

The meeting room is filled with a handful of ghouls from all eras, whoever could come by at the last moment. Frater had heard that some spaces, like the kitchen and hall baths, were a bit, well, small.

“I smacked my head trying to get into the east wing bathing chambers, the pools are deepest there,” Lake grumbles, rubbing his hand over his brow. Aether pats his hand and gives him a soft look.

“Yes, I see. Well, perhaps if we expanded the doorways first then - uhm?”

Copia blinks a few times at the sound of fizzing, and looks up to find a portal spinning into existence.

“I didn't… did I?”

He quickly checks the ground, makes sure he's not standing in a summoning circle somehow. Makes eyes at the ghouls scattered around the room, all of them shrugging and looking just as confused.

Last time this happened was when Swiss came through and -

There's the tail. The horns. Small, sharp little things.

A chubby cheek, and he's tumbling right into Copia's outstretched arms.

“Well. Heh. Hello, I suppose.”

The tot quirks his head to the side, blinks at him with wide owl eyes.

“What am I to do with you?”

“We'll take him.”

Every set of eyes lands on the typically brash fire ghoul, his mate looking between him and the child with eyes of his own growing bigger by the second.

“Are you. Alpha, are you sure? This is. This is a big deal, love.”

Alpha nods, taking a few short steps to collect the boy from Copia, who is still terribly confused.

“I've always wanted to name my son Charon.”

Dew squeals, bunches his fists under his chin and runs in place for a moment before throwing himself around Alpha and their new son.

“We need to go find Air! Astra has a friend!”

Alpha nods curtly before glancing at Copia, bowing his head in brief thanks.

“Erm. I guess we should build a full size nursery, then?”

Aether and Lake share a glance at each other before looking back to an astounded Copia.

“Someone should tell Rain about this.”

“Look at this little guy,” Alpha smiles, settling into the nest with Dew tucked into his side.

“Yeah, sweet baby,” Dew coos, pinching his little foot. “Charon, huh?”

“Yeah,” Alpha says, blushing across the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have kits, but I always loved that name. Just… felt right. You know?”

“I know,” Dew says, kissing Alpha’s nose and then the top of Charon’s head. “I know.”

Days of domestic bliss pass, and then Dew and Alpha decide it’s time for Charon to meet the other kit, Astra. As cautious new parents they wanted to make sure he didn’t have any illness from the pit that could be passed to the other baby, neither wanting to face Earth if his precious girl became ill.

They meet in the commons, sitting on a long couch, feeling about as awkward as they all look. Alpha and Earth at opposite ends, their respective mates sandwiched between with the kits. It’s all smiles, though, when the babies catch sight of each other and begin to interact. Charon laughs as Astra sucks on her toes, Astra points to Charon’s long tail as he flicks it back and forth. His eyes are bright as he watches her follow the movements.

Dew and Air pass the time talking, neither seeing the other much lately. Air’s heart is so full, with his mate, his baby, and his friend at his side. He even extends a greeting to Alpha, nudging Earth’s knee when he hears the low growl start to rumble in his chest. Earth crosses his arms and sinks further into the couch, keeping his eyes on the babies, patently ignoring the impulsive fire ghoul.

When the time comes to part ways, Dew gives Air a quick hug and ruffles Astra’s hair. He and Alpha link tails before leaving, not quite making it out of the room before Earth speaks.

“Charon’s cute,” Alpha hears, and he can’t help but smile. “Feel bad for him though.”

Earth pauses, turning his head slightly to make sure he is heard. “Having Alpha as a father will ruin him.”

“Earth,” Air admonishes, scolding him for saying such a thing. The door slams and Alpha’s smile drops as he slowly follows behind Dew, thoughts he hadn’t heard for days suddenly filling his brain.

‘You don’t deserve to have a kit.’

‘You’re cruel, and the kit deserves better.’

‘Selfish.’

“Alpha, why don’t you want to hold him anymore?”

‘Don’t deserve it.’

Alpha shrugs, grunts as he bends to pick up a toy and places it back on the shelf.

“It’s been days,” Dew laments, fighting back tears as he silently begs his mate to just turn around and look at him. “He misses you. I miss you.”

“We need more charcoal,” Alpha grumbles, walking out the door as Charon starts to wail. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Dew tries not to let the tears fall, doesn’t want to let Charon see. Somehow, he thinks it would’ve hurt less if Alpha had just slammed the door instead of closing it softly.

Alpha trudges down to the kitchen, feet dragging against the polished stone of the ministry floor. All he hears is Charon crying, and it pulls at his heart. But his head doesn’t agree, flying down the road of self doubt at hypersonic speed.

‘You’re not good enough.’

‘Not strong enough.’

‘Not enough.’

He sighs as he opens the door to the kitchen, finding it quiet at the late hour.

Quiet, except for a lone, curly haired water ghoul sitting hunched over a cup of hot tea.

Rain lifts his head, and Alpha swears he sees some of Dew’s fire flash in his eyes.

“What are you doing down here?” Rain is trying, and failing, to keep his upper lip from curling.

“Could ask you the same.”

“Shouldn’t you be with your family?” Rain is hissing now, fighting to keep his fangs from dropping any lower.

“Need more charcoal.”

“Sure,” Rain huffs.

Alpha is about to open the side of the large wood burning stove but stops, turning to face Rain with a dark expression.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem?” Rain counters, rising to his full height, even though the top of his head barely reaches Alpha’s chin. “You do know my room is next to Dew’s, don’t you? I can hear every time Charon cries for you. Every time Dew cries for you. Every time you walk out the door and go wherever it is you go, to do whatever it is you do, leaving the people you claim to love so much to suffer.”

Alpha feels a growl building in his chest, flexes his fingers into a fist as he approaches the surprisingly brash little ghoul.

“This your challenge, then? Are you gonna run and go get him, show him what a big strong ghoul you are?”

‘Unlike you.’

Rain holds up a flat hand, and Alpha feels fire build in his fingertips.

“You can call it a challenge if you like, a challenge for you to do better.”

“Like you’d know anything about treating a mate right -”

Rain sighs, bites his lip, and drops his hand. He wraps an arm around himself and shrugs.

“I know,” he agrees. “But you need to do better. Dew and Charon need you. They chose you. Shouldn’t you choose them too? And if you aren’t going to choose the two of them, you need to let them go, so they can be with someone that does.”

Alpha has trouble picking his jaw off the floor.

“You sound a lot like Omega.”

Rain just shrugs, the fight burning out of him as quick as it started, and he turns to place his mug gently in the sink.

“Where are you going, I’m not done with you -”

“Please,” Rain scoffs, hand on the doorframe as he looks over his shoulder at the simmering ghoul. “Not that it’s any of your business but I’m going to meet Delta, to apologize. The Ministry has had enough shitty mates, don’t you think?”

“But you’re not -”

Alpha’s voice dies in his throat as Rain’s tail swishes out the door, leaving him to sit in uncomfortable silence with the first intelligent words he has ever heard come out of Rain’s mouth.

‘Even coral for brains can stand up for you. So weak you can’t stand up to yourself.’

Dew and Charon did choose him. They choose to love him, to keep coming home to him, even when he acts like a complete and total ass. Alpha can’t even begin to believe it, but maybe… maybe Rain is… right?

He runs back to the stove and gathers as much charcoal as he can carry, mind racing.

If Dew and Charon can choose him, can believe in him, can love him… maybe he can love himself, too.

When Alpha makes it back to Dew’s room, his room, he finds Dew fast asleep in their nest, Charon tucked under his chin and pressed tight to his chest. Their purrs are sweet, calling him to come and lay down.

He sets the charcoal in the basket and toes off his shoes, undoes his habit. He gets to the edge and adjusts the blanket over Dew’s feet - he hates sleeping with his toes out.

And he wants, so badly, to crawl into the nest, to pull Dew to his chest and kiss the back of his head and ruffle Charon’s hair. But he stops, steps back. Chooses the rocking chair instead, because the chair won’t push him away.

It’s hard to accept that Dew wouldn’t either, but just the possibility that he might makes him afraid. He pushes his palms to his eyes, refuses to cry, Rain’s words echoing in his head.

‘Shouldn’t you choose them too?’

He wants his family, he wants to be the ghoul they deserve.

But how?

Dewdrop rises with the sun, as he always does. He blinks a few times, pets at the back of Charon’s head before pressing a kiss to his soft hair. He sees Alpha sitting in the rocking chair, awake with dark circles under his eyes.

“You’re back.”

“Of course.”

Dew doesn’t have a cruel bone in his body, and lifts his hand in invitation. Alpha feels his heart accelerate.

He thinks you’re weak.

“You look tired, come lay with us?”

Alpha swallows hard, focuses on keeping his claws retracted, to not damage the furniture.

“I - uh.”

Dew sighs, and Alpha swears he sees his light dim. The gentle golden glow that seems to follow Dewdrop wherever he goes, that same light he swore to protect the moment he mated him.

And now it’s fading, because of him.

Dew rolls to his other side, facing away from Alpha, keeping Charon protectively against his chest. And as Dew, his love, whispers sweet nothings to the next greatest gift Hell has ever given, he can’t find the strength to stand.

Instead he lets hot tears burn track marks into the skin of his cheeks.

Alpha’s throat is tight with anxiety, though his tone could probably be confused for anger.

“He won’t stop crying,” he says to Dew, watching him place Charon into his crib.

“He needs you, Alpha, can’t you hear him?”

Of course, he can. His cries constantly fill his head, mixed with his own anxiety, his own self-inflicted cruelty. His fear, that he wouldn’t be able to protect the little family he always wanted, but never thought he’d get to have.

The same family Sister threatened to tear apart.

The same family he’s tearing apart himself, right now. Some sick, self-fulfilling prophecy.

“Dada,” Charon yells, tears streaming down his little face. “Dada, uppies, Dada, p’eas!”

Dew’s chin quivers as he tries to hush Charon, kneeling at the side of his crib.

“I can hold you, baby.”

Alpha has his hand on the door handle, ready to walk out. Part of him feeling, knowing, that if he walks out the door this time, it won’t open so easily again. He takes a deep breath to steel himself. He’ll never have what he wants.

‘You don’t deserve it.’

“Dada!”

He can’t keep his family safe, and if he can’t keep them safe -

‘You don’t deserve it.’

“Dada, p’eas!”

“I’m here,” Dew whispers, fingers through the bars of the crib, trying to break Charon’s line of sight, a distraction. But he’s a determined little thing - he crawled out of the Pits, after all.

“Dada!”

Alpha’s resolve to not look breaks, and he turns his head over his shoulder. He doesn’t deserve the love this baby is trying to give. He can’t give him the love he deserves, because of the way he is. His mate deserves better. His son, deserves better.

But still, Charon calls for him. Chooses him, of all ghouls.

Dew’s light fades a bit more, and Alpha bites at his tongue.

‘He needs me.’

He takes a step towards Charon and sees the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile. One more step, and Charon stills, arms reaching out towards him.

When he steps closer again Dew turns too, tears matching Charon’s. Holds his arm out as well, another invitation. He thinks of the way Air talks about Earth catching their kit, Astra tumbling from the portal straight into his arms, accepted and loved.

Despite every time Alpha turned him down, turned him away, used him, and walked out, Dew is there waiting to catch him, with open arms. Accepted, and loved.

Accepted and loved.

The pure love that can only come from a child, untainted by anything the world could offer. The joyful sounds of his baby’s laugh, his soft feet and kissable cheeks. The way Charon’s little nose crinkles when Alpha used to make silly faces at him. The way he clung to Alpha’s habit the first time he saw Dew in his uniform.

Accepted and loved.

It doesn’t take Alpha long to cross the room then, to pick Charon up with one arm and pull Dew from the ground with the other, crushing them both to his chest.

He cries now, too, openly. Accepted and loved.

He knows it won’t happen overnight, but he can try. Try to be worthy of both of them, to be the best father he can. To hold Charon close, and make up for every time he walked away. Someday, Charon may not remember this. But Alpha always will.

Charon curls against his broad chest, rumbling with purrs as he starts to drift to sleep.

“It’s all he wanted,” Dew smiles, resting his forehead on Alpha while he rubs small circles into Charon’s back.

“Never again,” Alpha promises, and Dew squeezes him a little tighter. “I’m sorry -”

“You’re here now,” Dew smiles, his rusty purr joining Charon’s. “And you still look tired. How about that nap?”

Alpha’s mouth quirks up in a smile.

“Alright,” he agrees. “But I’m keeping the baby.”

#the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #banana!verse #dewdrop ghoul #alpha ghoul #earth ghoul #air ghoul #omega ghoul #rain ghoul #many others mentioned!#sorry this took 100000 years to write life just kept beating me down but we are here and i am so glad this is ready to give you <3 #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

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vinjaryou · 3 days ago

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Vincent for the ask game 👀

from the character breakdown ask game:

I got two asks for Vincent, so this will be the answer for both~

How I feel about this character

I love him, plain and simple.

I remember watching a friend play through OG years ago, before I played it, idly going through the strategy guide he had while he was bumbling around the overworld map, and seeing the Nibelheim section - and the guide going over how to get Vincent. Pointed right at the screenshot of him standing on the back of his coffin and told my friend, "you ARE getting him, right??"

Both my dad and I remember when I pulled a literal all-nighter to get Vincent when I played - from 5 PM to 5 AM, my poor dad checking on me right before he left for work just as Vincent did That Backflip, and his deadpan "...this is who you played all night for?"

Me: Dad, I love him.

Dad: ...please go to sleep after you save your game.

But I honestly adore just about everything about him. His overall character designs ping my love of vampires and gothic artstyles (though he is not a vampire), and his character arc in all its tragedy and redemption - he's gone through so much in his life, death, and existence now, and I love that he finally triumphs over it all and is on the way to finally being able to LIVE HIS LIFE, post-Dirge. He's helped me get through some really shitty times (to put it lightly) in my life, he's introduced me to some of my best friends... I owe him a lot~

I'm excited (and a little nervous/reserved) to see his storyline in the Remake continuity. We've gotten little tastes of it with his initial reactions to the group, THAT BATTLE (that yes, I cried through the first time, and teared up at the Rebirth concert), the design of the mansion basement (GODS IT ACHES ;; ), and the side-quests he's involved in... I want to see him get his showdown with Hojo. I want to see him starting to come to grips with everything now that he's decided to leave the mansion for good.

I want to hug him, goddammit (and I kinda get to in a few weeks when I go to C2E2 lol).

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Vincent/Reilena, aka VinRei. Yes, she is my OC, and has been my brainchild for over 20 years (watch me age myself).

Allow me to share a plate from this bountiful buffet I have cultivated, for I am a canon/oc shipper who makes her own food and will always welcome a new seat to the table~

Though I know now this makes me look incredibly biased, if we go strictly by canon, the only romantic ships I have with him are both unrequited - Vincent/Lucrecia (though I headcanon that they definitely had an emotional affair, and remained friends up until he was murdered, hence his initial "?!?!?!" when he discovers what Lucrecia's done to him as well in DoC), and Vincent/Reeve (Reeve is crushing HARD, alas).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Platonic Valenwind gives me SUCH goddamn life, and Dirge made me SO happy when it revealed that Vincent and the Highwinds are still close friends, to the extent that Shera worries about his well-being, and Cid talks about "grabbing some cold ones" after the Deepground crisis. The mental image I have of Vincent, Cid, and Shera on a moonlit porch, stargazing and shooting the shit while having drinks is priceless.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't like the spikiness of his hair in Rebirth; give him back his original/AC or Dirge hair, dammit.

In all seriousness though - I don't like his appearance in Before Crisis (I don't like most of BC as a whole, but that's a ramble for another day). Instead of giving us a potential flashback to his time as a Turk, actually showing us what he did before he was sent to his death Nibelheim, we instead get yet another person waking him up before the OG just for him to give the location of a materia and for shippers to squeal "BUT THEY WERE ~PARTNERS~" because if you have two men partnered together in the Turks, they're obviously fucking.

Yes, I'm being sarcastic.

It feels like an unnecessary cameo done purely to snag fans of his from the OG. I would have rather the Player Turk peeked in, get freaked out a la Zack, and been like "LET'S LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE."

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

SHOW US VINCENT AS A TURK.

SHOW HIM ACTUALLY DOING TURK THINGS.

Short of that, please give us ALL of his Limit Breaks in R3, SE. Do not soften them either - you gave us a big, beautiful beast with Galian (I said what I said), I am certain you're going all out with Chaos, I want to see Death Gigas and Hellmasker given a loving glow-up as well. Really get into those horror movie, Gothic influences.

#final fantasy vii #vincent valentine #i love him a very normal amount lol #thanks for the ask!#runicmagitek #phantasmacabre #since you were the other one that asked for vincent lol #psa: these are opinions feel free to disagree

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crazylittlejester · 5 months ago

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something something Wars used to heavily rely on physical affection to express his care for the people around him and he grew up in an environment where physical contact was not rare, and even training in the army it wasn’t that uncommon, but once the war started and everything that went down happened he couldn’t handle it anymore which left him feeling horrible and isolated because he couldn’t stand being hugged by anyone since it felt like being restrained and he lost a lot of his ability to trust people and became an overall jumpy person. and this made him miserable because he so badly craved that contact again but he knew it’d just set him off and he got pretty lonely and touch starved something something and as the years went by and he started healing he slowly worked his way towards getting more comfortable with it again, and now with the chain (even if someone should NEVER touch him without warning, especially if he doesn’t see them coming because he’ll instinctively pull out a knife faster than you can blink) he’s gotten to the point where he’s fine as long as he’s initiating it and he’s relearning the comfort of being physically close to people and now feels safe enough with the others that he’ll go flop down by Twilight at night and wiggle his way under the wolf pelt (because dont lie to me and say Twi doesn’t use that thing as a blanket) when he gets cold, or pick Wind up and spin him around, or sling his arm around someone’s shoulders when he’s proud of them as a way to say “good job”

kicks a rock or something, i dont know i’m having Thoughts

#he needs the hugs SOOOOO badly he’s just gotta be in the right mood for it otherwise he’ll freak out #he wants the hugs he LOVES the hugs he’s just had to work really hard to get back to a point where he can be physically close to people #and he’s not in the right mood for it every day and that’s okay #but he’s learning he can trust the others and it’s helping him heal faster #lu warriors #lu wars #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu headcanons #jes headcanons

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sysig · 4 months ago

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If the rules are “Catch them all” ZEX already has a leg up (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Damned #DAX #ZEX #Pokemon #Stoutland #Arcanine #Tangela #Whismur #Larry #Kabu #I mean - of course right? I mentioned Stoutland as one of DAX's matches and Larry loves his Normal types - This Had to happen #And then the idea of how excitable Kabu and ZEX are and what conversations they could have about Pokemon and humans and just-#It all went downhill from there I really had no choice it just Needed to - so I did!#DAX doesn't really understand this whole Petting Large Dog business but it's not actively trying to eat him so that's a mark in its favour #Would he and Larry actually get along or would they brush up against each other wrong haha #DAX Very serious and work-oriented while Larry's just tired and quiet and wants to relax and eat and pet Pokemon #DAX is passionate in his own way but so blasé about humans and other aliens!#Larry something like a cat in that he doesn't really care so goes off to do his own thing - might be too alike to get along haha #I think Kabu and ZEX would get along really well though :D ZEX tries to make friends with so many people so that's not hard haha #And he would have an awful lot of ahem Learning to offer Kabu lol - but so would Kabu in turn! Pokemon knowledge!#Fascinating conversation to be had :) Maybe if they were forced on enough double dates DAX and Larry could get along pft #I almost definitely drew ZEX too short here - maybe he's hunched a little out of excitement lol #But Dexter and Larry would be about the same height wouldn't they! :0 Huh!#It was quite fun to draw Kabu's Arcanine so happy to be getting so many pets haha <3 Cute lad ♪#Finally following up on Alana's brilliant idea of VUX loving Tangela!! ♥ Zarla also mentioned VUX-Tangela vine/tendril communication and ahh #So lovely such fun <3 A specific kind of trainer-Pokemon understanding that can only be had between specific cultures! Yesss #And ending out with a Whismur hug <3 I can't help it those little guys need hugs ♥ No shrieking only gentle shushes and comfort

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fairy-angel222 · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 ft Gojo Satoru

— Six years. He’s loved you for six years. He was too young back then but now he’s not. And he plans on showing you that.

᧔♡᧓ Semi Yandere! Gojo x Fem! Reader

᧔♡᧓ Content: age gap (gojo’s 21 n reader is 27), obsessive behavior, smut, pussy eating, porn with some plot, cheating while in talking stage, petnames, praise, breeding, baby trapping, manipulation, gaslighting

᧔♡᧓ A/n: reader always saw gojo as a brother since he was so young, and never really developed feelings for him. it was just lust taking over when they fucked

Six years of friendship with your current best friend. Six years in which her little brother Gojo has had a crush on you. Six years of you only cooing with a giggle as you ruffled his fluffy white head of hair before calling his doting nature cute.

Six years.

Six years that he’s waited for you, becoming more of a man for you. Working out, gaining experience. It was all for you.

You’re twenty seven now, barely any different since the first time he met you. Your soft features still as beautiful as ever and your body just as perfect as he remembered. He’s studied you over the years. Every single time you came over. Studied your patterns, your every move, your likes, your dislikes, he’d even gotten to know your type.

He’d loved you since he was fifteen.

But he’s not a little kid anymore. He’s grown. Twenty one years old. Mature enough to be yours, to take care of you. He deserved you after waiting for so long. And he would show you. Show you that you needed him just as bad, craved him as much as he craved you. He’s the one for you, you just had to open your eyes and see that.

Gojo knows you feel at least a slight bit of attraction towards him. Hell, you’d called him handsome so many times— even though it had been strictly platonic— that you have to had felt something.. right?

On his eighteenth birthday you were there with him, his friends and his sister. He’d even brought a girl, introducing her as his girlfriend to try for a reaction out of you. But you didn’t bat an eye, you were genuinely happy for him. It made his jaw clench, but he was reminded of why he loved you. You were so sweet and caring. A big smile on your face as you embraced him in a hug, giving him the present that you’d been so excited to get. It was something that he had wanted for a while. A part of you saw him and his sister as the siblings you’d never had.

He didn’t need your gift, of course. He had enough money to buy anything he wanted. But it being from you made it special.. so so very special. Especially since you had listened to him. And it was his turn to return the favor. The random expensive gifts never stopped, every time you came over for the next three years it seemed that there was always something wrapped and waiting for you. Somethings just never change, you thought to yourself, piecing together that the boy’s crush had never left.

Then his gifts started getting more and more.. well, whatever you’d consider those matching lace sets that were accompanied a little note that made you swallow hard. Followed up by short dresses and eventually fancy shoes and purses to match. Not to mention the collection of jewelry you’d gotten from him.

Then he was.. less subtle, sending small smirks and winks your way. Finding any excuse just to be next to you or let his hands innocently wander during a hug.

You were not going to tell his sister. You didn’t want there to be any problems between them. You also couldn’t just start coming over less, she was like family to you. So you let his harmless crush continue.

…

Gojo swears luck was on his side, the universe wanting to make things easier for him. You had a boyfriend, a guy you worked with who was a good five years older than you. Like he said, you had a type, and he checked out none of these boxes. He knew everything about the dude, and he knew that he was not good enough for you. He tried to warn you, but what did you do? You smiled at what you took as him being worried about your well being.

So when you came knocking on his front door, flinging yourself into his sister’s arms as you cried into her shoulder. He knew. That asshole had broken your heart. He’d deal with it. He’d truly make the guy regret hurting you.

You were at his house all week, falling into the stage of the break up where you sat in your room (with their house so big you were bound to have one if your own) watching tv with a tub of ice cream and a string of adorable laughter. Anything to take your mind off the sting in your chest.

Then you were out. Everywhere. Going to clubs and parties with his sister just as you two did when you were a little younger. It was reckless, what if you got hurt? What is someone tried something? You were a sight for sore eyes after all. He would make sure to never let that happen. It was why he always accompanied you, whether you were aware of it or not. It was no surprise that you were never able to get laid, despite all the ogling eyes set on you.

…

Gojo leaned against the bathroom’s door frame as you emptied your stomach’s contents into the toilet in front of you. Small moans of displeasure filling the room as your body slumped against it. After math of a night full of drinking.

His arms were folded across his chest, muscles bulging through the tight black fabric which was paired with grey sweats which hung lowly on his hips. Gojo chuckled, pushing himself to stand straight before walking over to you. Stooping down to your current height with the shake of his head. “You should know better than this baby.”

Your brows furrowed, opening your mouth to question him before your head was over the bowl once more. Tears welling in your eyes at the massive headache that had sprung to life. “Shh shh shh baby.” He whispered, “let it all out, you’ll feel better soon.” He soothed, pushing stray strands away from your sweaty forehead while stroking softly at your hair. Whispering little words of encouragement as he held you, smiling sadly when the hug caused you to break down in his arms. No doubt reminding you of your recent breakup.

“Here, i brought you some panadol.” He reached for the two pills and the cup of water on the counter. Letting you sit with your back against his chest as he guided them up to your mouth, bringing the cup to your lips right after. “Here, drink it all okay?” You nodded, swallowing down the water along with the pain relievers. Gojo’s lips pressing softly to your head as he continued to stroke your skin.

You’d fallen asleep. And he’d laid you down on his bed instead of yours. Tucking you in and leaving you to rest.

Downstairs he found his sister, an empty cup sat in front of her along with the pill bottle. She’d clearly been hungover too. “Where is she?”

Gojo gave her a knowing look. “She’s sleeping.”

“Where?”

“My room.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing, not liking the way she was watching him. Was she really that selfish over her best friend.

“Satoru.. she’s twenty seven. You need to get over this stupid little crush of yours and go find someone your own age. She doesn’t want you, she never will.”

Gojo seethed, fists already at his side as he stared angrily at his sister. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Satoru come on-“

“No.” His voice was firm, he didn’t look angry anymore, he looked hurt. “Just.. shut up, please.” A part of him knew that maybe he’d just never be enough for you.

…

Making his way back upstairs Gojo had a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs along with a glass of hot tea. He walked into his room to find your eyes only just fluttering open with the small stretch of your body. Blinking your eyes to adjust to the bright light while taking in your surroundings, realizing immediately where you were, and who was standing at the door.

“Oh.. Satoru, hi.” Your voice was timid, embarrassed to have been seen in your drunken state by the boy.

“Hey, how’s your head? I brought you breakfast.” He set the food down near the bed before taking a seat next to you. Allowing his fingers to play with the fallen hair from your bun.

“T-thanks.” You nodded, shifting to sit up before grabbing a strip of the crispy meat.

He wouldn’t stop staring at you, couldn’t stop staring at you. And you smiled in his direction, “thanks a lot, i should really get back to my room though.”

He shrugged, “or you could just stay, it’s not like we’re doing anything.” He grinned. “Yet.”

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks heated up at that statement. “It’s okay, i think i’ll just-“

“Stay. Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll even put on your favorite.” Reaching for the remote to search for your favorite show. You bit your lip nervously, not understanding how he could act so normal after all the inappropriate gifts and advances.

His smile never faltered as his hand ‘accidentally’ found yours, slipping his fingers into your own. Not allowing you to let go even if you tried.

…

The next few days were.. good. Gojo had assumed that everything was going well. They were going well, until you decided to ruin everything.

Toji Fushiguro.

A forty something year old man with two children. That’s who you were talking to. Gojo didn’t appreciate how hard you making things for him. You were supposed to be his and he was supposed to be yours.

He was tired of waiting for you to come to him, so he went to you. Knocking on your door with vigor and a small scowl. When the door swung open you were mid-laugh, Toji coming into view behind you with a glass of champagne in hand.

“Seriously? You’ve been ignoring us for him? Him?” Gojo accused pointedly, “My sister misses you, she’s been crying. A lot. Says you’re choosing a guy over your friendship.”

His jaw was hard as he fed you lies through his teeth. Watching your eyes widen as you pondered. Were you ignoring your best friend? You’d seen her just earlier today. You guys had hung out, gone for lunch. Talked about who you both liked with big smiles and non stop giggles. It didn’t feel like anything had changed. “I.. I didn’t realize- i’m sorry.” You didn’t know what to say, it made zero sense. But why would he lie?

Gojo silently cheered as you sadly asked Toji to leave. Giving him a small kiss on the cheek and promising to call him tomorrow. He was not very happy about the last part, but at least he was alone with you.

As soon as he left Gojo marched into your apartment. Nearly falling over his two feet when the scent hit him. Your scent, stronger than ever, that sweet strawberry smell that he’d grown to love.

“Satoru, i didn’t-”

He couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. “It’s okay I forgive you.” Turning around for his hand to snake to the back of your neck, heart rate speeding up as he crashed his lips onto yours.

You whimpered in surprise, Gojo controlling the kiss as he backed you up against a wall. His lips quickly traveling down to your neck in desperation. “You know, i’ve waited so long. So fucking long. Waited for you. For us. I’ve given you everything, i’ve done everything. But it’s just never enough is it? You’re just too ungrateful huh baby?”

You moaned loudly. “Satoru.. what are you.. hmm.”

“I’m taking what’s mine baby. Taking what i deserve. I’m not a little boy anymore. I’m a man. I can take care of you.” His lips moved with force, sucking harshly at your skin as he kissed down your chest, free hand roaming to your ass with a squeeze. “I’m old enough to be yours. This isn’t just some crush anymore. I fucking love you.”

You could feel your heart pounding as he uttered the words you wished he hadn’t. “Satoru we can’t.. your sister’s my best friend. I’m still older than you.”

“She’ll get over it.” He breathed, making quick work of your tank top that clung deliciously to your tits. “We’re both consenting adults now aren’t we. If you tell me to stop, i’ll stop.”

Your mouth went dry, lips parting to demand him to go but you couldn’t. You didn’t want him too. What was wrong with you?

“So what will it be baby? Stop? Or don’t stop?”

“Don’t stop..” You mumbled in shame, avoiding his eyes as you looked away. Gojo’s fingers dug into your cheeks, forcing you to turn back to face him.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, don’t stop.” You said a little louder, cheeks burning up under his touch.

“Good girl. I knew you were playing hard to get.” He grinned, “You love the chase as much as i do.”

Gojo’s arms hooked under your thighs, lifting you onto him before reattaching your lips. Carrying you to your bedroom to drop you onto the sheets. Lips never leaving yours as you both hurriedly undressed. He was addicted to you, and having you set fire to his veins. This was all he’d ever wanted.

Gojo dropped to his knees before you, kissing lightly at your pussy before enclosing it with his mouth. Tongue lapping you up hungrily as you moaned, fingers finding his hair with a tremble.

“Satoru— feels so good, haah.” You breathed, Gojo burying his face between your legs with a tight grip on your thighs. Allowing your legs to wrap around his neck as he devoured your sopping heat. You were so sweet— just like everything else about you. And he couldn’t help but rut against nothing as more blood rushed to his cock. Finding pleasure in getting to taste you after years of jerking off to the image.

He’s seen your room more than you, always snatching a pair of anything he could find. Just to be able to hold you in any way or form. Feel you on his skin. Touch something that had already touched you.

Gojo pulled away with his face glistening, “Learned how to do this just for you baby. Wanted to be good for our first time.” He smiled lazily, eyes dark with need as he got back to work, sending muffled groans into your bundle of nerves while you mewled loudly. Back arching with the curl of your toes before trying to pull away.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Gojo growled lowly, fingers digging painlessly into your flesh as he pulled you impossibly closer, tongue flicking at your clit before his lips closed around it. Sucking and swirling the sensitive bud into his mouth with a satisfied hum. All while you cried out above him, moans getting louder each time you called out his name.

It was like music. The sweetest song ever. Hearing you moan for him, moan out of pleasure, need, lust. Knowing that it was him making you feel so good. He almost came right there, determined to give you the best orgasm of your life with just his tongue. You tugged at his strands, your vision blurred in the nearing of your high.

“Satoru— o-oh fuck Satoru, ‘m gonna cum. Nngh, you’re gonna make me cum.” You moaned noisily, lewd slurps and sloppily kisses filling your ears as he made out with your wet pussy.

Gojo loved how much you were squirming, your legs tightening around his neck as you screamed. You actually screamed. He made you scream. His tongue was awaiting when you began to shake, toes curled and eyes rolled back as you squirted nonstop. The clear liquid gushing onto his face and tongue in long streams.

You whined at the overstimulation when he licked a stripe up your pussy. Collecting every last bit of your sweetness before standing up. You were panting, hard. And Gojo felt accomplished as he smirked. “Has any older man ever made you cum this hard baby?”

Your head was dizzy, trying to bring yourself back down to earth as you blinked up at him with the shake of your head.

He scoffed in pride, “Now try telling me that i’m too young for you now.”

Gojo was quick to lay you flat on the bed and crawl in on top of you. Consequences of your latest activities still fresh on his chin and chest. There were so many positions he wanted to take you in, but first he wanted to see you fall apart under him. See your face contort into one of pure bliss when he started pounding into you.

“You ready for me?” He husked, impressive cock already swiping up and down your slick filled folds. You nodded, looking up at him through your lashes with parted lips. “Ready.”

You both shared a drawn out moan when he nestled his cock past your tight entrance. Feeling him graze your gummy walls before reaching deep within you.

You felt so good, so tight.. warm. And he felt so deep, so big.. perfect.

“This pussy was made for me.” He grunted with a loud groan, slowly speeding up his pace till he was fucking into you with no end. Hips snapping into yours as his cock kissed your spot, prodding at your cervix with every hard thrust. “Fuck- look at how well you’re taking me. Fucking swallowing me all the way in.”

You only moaned in response, teary eyes meeting his sinful ones as he molded you around his cock. Making sure that you knew nothing but the shape of him, the feel of him, when you were done.

Letting out the whiniest cry, your arms reached up around his shoulders, clawing at his skin when you felt your stomach tighten.

You could feel him so deep, the roll of his hips allowing his fat tip to curl up and kiss exactly where you needed it most. The fast pace pulling short screams past your swollen lips.

“Satoru— haah, you’re so deep. I love it s’ much Toru. So m-much— ahh.” You couldn’t think straight, your brain only registering the way he was sliding in and out of you. It was all you could think about in that moment l, the way he felt.

Gojo watched you fall apart, just like he wanted. Your glossy eyes closing as your head fell further into the pillow, unable to control your noises as you got closer and closer.

“You don’t know how hot you look right now. I love seeing you like this. All for me.” His voice cracked, cock twitching in an aching cry to get its release.

“S-satoru, ‘m so close. Gonna cum again.” You choked out, nails piercing into his broad back as your hands roamed down.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess f’ me again hmm? All that denying me, making me feel like our love was one sided. You put me through a lot you know.” He shook his head. “If only you knew the lengths i’d go for you.”

His eyes were crazed, and a shiver raked through your body at his words, whimpering as you succumbed to the building pleasure with a mewl. “O-oh fuckk.”

“Nuh uh, baby. Apologize to me first then you cum.” His tone was firm, serious. He wanted to hear you say it.

“Ahh, ‘m sorry Satoru— ‘m so so sorry. You’re goid enough f’ me. Mature enough. You’re perfect. Please let me cum. I need to cum.” You cried, the man on top of you pretending to ponder your words which went straight to his cock before smiling darkly. “Go ahead baby, cum for me.”

Your body shook as you yelled out his name, your surroundings becoming blank when you began to squirt messily, again. The intense orgasm seeming to stun all of your body’s systems as you failed to come back down. Gojo’s continued thrusts keeping pleasure flowing through your sensitive body.

“I love you so much baby. I always did. It makes me so happy that we can finally be together. Fuckk— ‘m all yours. All yours.” He buried his face in your neck, his own eyes closing shut as his body trembled, stilling inside your warmth before you felt his cum pumping into you in spurts. The thick substance coating your every wall in white.

“And now you’re mine.” He didn’t pull out, staying buried inside you in hopes of you two being connected forever. There was one thing he knew and you forgot. You hadn’t taken your birth control in a while, and a part of him hoped that you had seen this coming. That you wanted it. But one thing remained true either way, he was never letting you go.

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itoshiexx · 5 months ago

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when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die.

really.

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you. just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t.

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!”

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good.

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course.

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy.

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.”

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed.

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him?

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name.

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were.

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual.

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt.

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.”

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary.

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word.

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do.

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face.

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man.

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge.

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.”

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you.

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

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wcnderlnds · 3 months ago

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body language | kang dae-ho

・❥・ summary: the ex marine caught your attention from the moment you met him ・❥・word count: 1k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. p in v. unprotected sex. female reader. swearing. ・❥・ authors note: precious little dae-ho needs some love so here we are. this isn't my best work but we all know im still newish to smut 😭

Dae-ho had been the first person you had met when you entered the games. He had an energy about him that was infectious, he seemed like someone you could depend on so from the second he had opened his cute little mouth, you had decided to stay with him. A strong, loyal man was exactly what you needed to survive these games. It helped that he was incredibly charming and nice to look at. So, it was really no surprise that you found yourself pressed up against the cool of the wall behind the bunks with his lips pressed against yours moving with a ferocity of two people whose lives were on the line.

After the second game emotions had been high. The team had barely survived with only seconds to spare. Hearts had been pounding and in the heat of the moment, you had thrown your arms around Dae-ho in the biggest hug imaginable. His big, strong arms had instantly wrapped around yours whispering into your ear how glad he was that the both of you had made it, how thankful he was that he had met you. The sexual tension between the two of you after that moment could be cut with a knife. The longing glances through dinner, the brushing of hands during the vote – it had all led to his body pressing against yours in the dead of night.

At first, you’d approached him wanting to talk but finally, with no other eyes on you, the tension had hit breaking point. His body had you against the wall before you could even blink, his hands on either side of your head as his lips devoured yours. Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him impossibly close. It was like you needed him to breath. The only thing you cared about was this former Marine having his hands all over you.

“What if someone catches us?” He whispered against your lips. Ever the cautious one.

“They won’t. Everyone’s too busy worrying about the next game and I’m sure we’re not the only ones having a little moment to ourselves,” your voice was a seductive whisper as your hand slid down between his legs. The outline of his cock prominent against the restraints of his sweatpants. You palmed him through his clothes, gently rubbing against his hardening length. He bit his lower lip, holding back the groan threatening to escape. His hand moved to grab yours, guiding you into his sweatpants. He wanted more. He needed more.

Sliding his hand into his underwear, you grasped his cock giving it a soft squeeze. The small whimper coming from Dae-ho was like music to your ears as you slowly began stroking up and down his thick length. You hadn’t even laid eyes on it yet but you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. He was thick, the thought alone of him stretching you out was enough to make your thighs clench. Your hand continued to move along him, picking up speed. Dae-ho was biting his lip so much you were sure he was about to draw blood.

Suddenly, his fingers wrapped around your wrist putting your movements to a halt. His breath came heavy as you spoke. “If you don’t stop, I’ll finish before we even get to the good part.”

There wasn't even a chance to reply as he spun you around, your hands pressed against the wall, his cock brushing against your ass. His calloused fingers dove into the front of your sweatpants feeling how wet you already were. Just to be sure you were ready, he dove into your panties, his fingers easily sliding through your folds; your slickness coating his digits. In a flash he pulled your sweatpants and panties down in one fell swoop, freeing his own cock. He grinded against you, the feeling of his hardness sliding against you making you gasp.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, cock in his hand as he positioned himself.

“Yes, please just fuck me, Dae-ho,” you whimpered, pushing back against him feeling the head of his cock press into you. With his hands on your hips, he slowly pushed himself inside you until his pelvis was fully pressed against your ass – his cock deep inside your pussy.

His thrusts were slow, the drag of his length making you moan quietly. Who cares if there were people around? Who cares if someone caught you? In that moment, all you cared about was getting fucked enough to forget about the horrors going on around you. His fingers gripped your hips softly, his hips pulling almost all the way out then slamming back into you. Your head fell as he continued, your body jerking forward with every thrust.

He leaned over, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You like that? Like the way that feels, huh?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Your pleading moans only spurred him on, giving him the courage and consent he needed to kick things up a notch. His calloused fingers slid up under your shirt, squeezing your breasts as he picked up his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard but, luckily, the players' snores covered it up. The grunts coming from him signalled his impending release. That all too familiar feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach. “I’m gonna…. fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He slammed into you one, two, three more times before his release flooded your insides, filling you up. The feeling of him grinding against you, pushing his seed into you trigged your own release. Your walls clamped down around him as you moaned his name, biting into your own forearm to muffle the sound. Your body shook, breath coming out in short bursts. Dae-ho pulled out of you, making sure to clean you up with some tissue he’d taken from the bathrooms earlier. He threw it under the bed, helping you pull your own clothes back on.

Spinning you around, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb lightly stroking over your cheek. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?”

“No,” you shook your head with a smile. “You were perfect. I like you, Dae-Ho so… stay alive, please. I want to be able to do this again properly.”

He pressed a light kiss to your nose, a silly little smirk on his face. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

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sunniques · 10 months ago

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— 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

➺ PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader

➺ GENRE: boyfriend’s dad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your boyfriend’s manipulative father helps you get revenge in the nastiest way possible.

➺ CW/TW: yandere themes, slight obsession, age gap, cheating, manipulation, baby trapping, dry humping, panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, wonwoo is a depraved perv, dilf!wonwoo, nipple play, spitting, fingering, some cum play, unprotected sex, squirting, creampies

➺ WC: 4k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read. @wonustars hope you like it <3

Wonwoo is a sick man.

He knows this, he acknowledges it, and most importantly, he hides it.

When people thought of Jeon Wonwoo, they thought of a respectable lawyer, widower, loving father of two. And they were right. He had never done anything to indicate otherwise. Not publicly, anyway. For years he’s hidden his most depraved side without letting anyone know it existed.

His facade all starts to crumble when his son comes home from college with a lovely girl who he’s apparently head over heels for. Wonwoo recognizes the starry eyed look in his son’s eyes, and instead of being happy for him, all Wonwoo can feel is faint disgust and disdain. It’s pathetic and vile, but it’s a feeling that he can’t get rid of no matter what he does.

It gets worse when you start coming around more often, prancing around in your little shorts and skirts like Wonwoo doesn’t get hard just seeing your exposed skin. He’s sick for stealing your dirty panties when you come over and using them to jerk off, but again, he can’t stop his despicable actions. His obsession with you only grows as time goes on, and eventually he decides that he’s going to have you no matter what.

The first step in Wonwoo’s sick plan is showing you just how lavish life is with a man who can provide. He ruthlessly cuts his son off, insisting that getting out in the real world and being independent is necessary. It’s easy to ignore his son’s protests and clamors about how unfair it is that his sister doesn’t get the same treatment, mostly because he sees how fast this strategy works.

When he overhears his son tell you he actually can’t buy you the bag you’ve been wanting he can see the disappointment in your face. Wonwoo is smart enough to know it’s less about the bag and more about the seemingly empty promise. It makes sense since his son can no longer pay for your food or makeup or any clothes you like. His son can’t even get you lavish gifts you’d grown accustom to.

That’s why when your birthday rolls around, you don’t expect much. It’s perfect because you don’t expect to be spoiled which makes your reaction that much sweeter.

“Mr. Jeon!” You cry out in shock when you open the bag your boyfriend’s dad gave you. “I-I don’t know what to say! This is– I mean—Thank you!”

Not only did he gift you an expensive bag that his son had failed to give you, he also got you the biggest bottle of your favorite perfume, some clothes, and a very expensive necklace. Wonwoo smirked smugly when you hugged him, loving how you pressed your entire body against his. His son couldn’t have known, but he saw the way you started to look at him with less appreciation. Of course, it was only natural. After all, all women loved a man who could provide.

The next step was something Wonwoo couldn’t really be blamed for. All he did was have his coworker and her pretty daughter over for dinner when you were away visiting your family. He can’t be to blame for the fact that his son is a weak man who hasn’t truly accepted monogamy. Sure, he did push it along by leaving two college kids alone in a house full of liquor. And yes, he was responsible for them often meeting up whenever you weren’t around, but again, it wasn’t entirely his fault.

The final step to this long winded plan was making sure you found out.

Wonwoo is lucky his daughter has more of a moral compass than he and his son combined. The second she realized what was going on, she didn’t hesitate to tell you. Admittedly, he was saddened to know how heartbroken you initially felt. However, when he saw you again, you seemed void of that. All he could see was your thirst for revenge.

Luckily for you, he was more than willing to help you make that happen.

You still haven’t broken up with Wonwoo’s son, much to his annoyance. In fact, you’re acting like nothing’s wrong even when you come along to their vacation home during the summer. His son is hardly paying you any attention and his daughter has gone off with her friends somewhere, leaving you to your own devices.

“Hey, babe. I’m running to the store real quick. Need anything?” Your boyfriend asks without looking up from his phone.

Before, he would’ve insisted you go with him. Things change, but you don’t care. Not anymore.

“No thanks. Be safe.”

He doesn’t kiss you goodbye, and you’re glad.

Your eyes drift over to Wonwoo, appreciating how good he looks. The perfect idea for revenge had occurred to you a while ago, and with the older man quietly sipping on some liquor on the couch, you know there’s no better time than the present to set your plan in motion.

Boldly, you get up from where you’re sitting and slide onto Wonwoo’s lap. Your panties are already slick with your arousal as you sit directly on his crotch. Dark eyes look at you in surprise when you gently start to grind your panty-clad pussy down without any qualms. All you do is smirk seductively before you go to kiss and suck on Wonwoo’s neck.

“Sweetheart.” Wonwoo groans, cock already hardening because of the wet heat that’s pushing down on him. “What about—?”

“Your son’s an asshole.” You say bluntly. “And I want him to feel as shitty as I do.”

You pull back, expecting Wonwoo to push you off of him or tell you what you’re doing is wrong. Instead he only laughs and goes to kiss you. A quiet squeal escapes you when he starts to lick into your mouth. You’re quick to melt into the kiss, moaning into his mouth when Wonwoo starts to guide your hips down onto his covered cock.

The sound of a car door slamming has you pulling away. You smirk when Wonwoo groans in disapproval. The wet spot you’ve left on his pants only turns you on even more, and all you do is wink at him before running upstairs to the guest room he provided for you.

The rest of the evening goes by without incident, well except for the fact that your boyfriend got a little too drunk on wine and was now passed out on the couch. His sister only looks at him with disgust and announces that she’s going to bed. You know the truth. Earlier, she confessed that she was going to sneak out to go clubbing with her friends. This was perfect since you were going to need her gone to execute your plan.

“Goodnight, Mr. Jeon.” You purr as you stretch your arms over your head, noticing his eyes drift down you where your skirt had ridden up.

You don’t bother to hide your smirk as you go upstairs. As soon as you get to the room, you leave the door open, slipping out of your clothes and putting on a tiny night shirt that came just above your belly button. You get on the bed and settle on your side, cunt still thrumming with arousal. All you can think about is getting fucked raw by your boyfriend’s dad, and you hope he hurries up and gives you what you want.

Slowly, you slide your hand into your panties, teasing your fingers across your swollen clit. It’s easy to lose yourself to the pleasure. Especially since your mind can’t stop replaying what happened earlier in the day. God, was Mr. Jeon a good kisser. Way better than his pathetic son. You mewl quietly, wishing the ache between your legs was being soothed by someone else.

Wonwoo almost cums in his pants when he sees you on the bed. You’re only wearing a small shirt and panties, which makes it easy to see what you’re doing. He smirks, slowly undressing himself as he approaches you. It’s funny how you don’t notice him until he slides in right behind you.

“Need some help?”

You pussy throbs in excitement, and before you can answer him, you feel his hand slip down your body to cover the one you have in your panties. The mewl you let out makes his cock twitch and throb. Wonwoo holds back a groan, ready to have you in the way he’s dreamed of for months.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” His breath fans against your ears. “I can’t have my kids walking in on us when we’re just getting started.”

You almost tell him his sweet little daughter is out partying with her friends so there’s no real reason to keep quiet, but you resist. After all, no one would be able stop you from fucking the insanely hot man playing with your pussy.

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo whispers hotly. “What were you thinking about?”

“You.” It’s easy to admit, especially because you can tell how much he likes it. “And how fucking wrong this all is.”

Wonwoo hums, and it somehow seems like he’s gloating. His fingers circle your throbbing clit over and over until you’re squirming against him. “Maybe, but you like it. That’s why you’re dripping all over my hand. You like your boyfriend’s dad playing with your pussy that much, huh, baby?”

“Fuck yeah.” You hiss, eyes falling closed when he pinches your wet clit. “You’re so fucking hot, Mr. Jeon. Way better than your pussy ass son.”

Wonwoo’s dick presses against your ass as he rolls his hips to grind against you. Juices gush from your cunt as he groans into your neck. “I fucking knew it—I’ve always known it. Even before you were grinding your wet pussy on me.”

You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed that he knew you were attracted to him this entire time. It’s not like you can be blamed. He’s one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen, and obviously he felt some bit of attraction for you as well.

“Roll over and show me those pretty tits, baby.” Wonwoo rasps in your ear.

His words has more of your arousal coating his long fingers. You’re feeling hot all over, and you don’t hesitate to comply. You twist your body before you pull your shirt up to let your tits free. Immediately, your nipples harden under his dark gaze

“That’s it.” Wonwoo groans deeply as he rubs your pussy harder. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Makes me want to suck on them until you’re creaming all over my fingers.”

You moan and arch your back into him. Wonwoo licks his lips and stops rubbing your pussy to pull off your panties. He grabs his cock and rubs it along your pussy. You cry out quietly when you feel his hot cock skip between your wet folds and drag against your clit and dripping hole. By now you’re panting, hips writhing from the stimulation. Wonwoo drags wet fingers up to pinch your taut nipples.

“You’ll let me suck on your sweet tits, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You agree immediately, feeling an arousing thrill when Wonwoo lets out a deep groan.

He twists your upper body some more until your back is against the mattress. Your hips are still twisted at an angle so his cock can keep rubbing against your pussy. The position isn’t uncomfortable, and you watch with anticipation as Wonwoo ducks his head to drag his mouth across the swell of your breasts. His eyes never leave yours when his mouth dips down to suck on one of your sensitive nipples. As you feel the hot wet suction, your eyes slip close with a whine.

You grind your cunt down on Wonwoo’s cock, dripping slick all over him. He moans against you nipple as he slowly drags his dick back and forth to stimulate you. The head of his cock leaks precum making your pussy messier and stickier. You drag your hand through Wonwoo’s hair, sighing and mewling as his hot mouth suckles on your hard bud.

“Fuck, just like that!” You mewl, arching your back to shove more of your tit into his mouth.

The next time he catches your gaze, you can see his pupils blown wide and a light blush spread across his face. It’s so attractive that more of your arousal drips onto his cock. Wonwoo then sucks a bruise on the curve of your breast, teeth gently digging into the soft skin. You gasp at the dull ache, pussy clenching around nothing.

“So fucking sweet.” His voice is low and raspy, tongue lapping at the bruise he left behind.

You whine and arch up into him more. “S-Shit, Mr. Jeon. This is so fucking dirty.”

He just grins at you wickedly, hips swirling against you so his cock brushes against your throbbing clit. Wonwoo starts to press wet kisses on your tits tenderly, dark eyes never leaving yours. “It is, and yet you still like it. That’s why you’re not trying to be quiet. You want my son to know your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

You moan loudly when he starts to roughly suck on your other nipple. He’s not bothering to keep his own moans quiet as he swaps back and forth between your nipples until they’re both puffy and sore. As he works his teeth and tongue on your hard buds, he grinds his cock up against your slick hole making you part your legs further.

“I know you want it, baby.” Wonwoo says after he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on your tits. He rubs his leaking tip against your clit to hear you moan again. “Want me to split you open on my fat cock, hm? I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”

“Fuck—please.” You whimper desperately. “Need you to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

“Call me Wonwoo, sweetheart.” He groans as he gets up and positions you so you’re fully on your back.

You mewl when Wonwoo rests his dick on your stomach. The sight is dizzying in the best way—an arousing image of how deep he’ll reach inside you once he slides into your pretty pussy. His leaking tip is almost to your belly button, and he wishes badly that he could take a picture. Wonwoo licks his lips as slowly rubs his cock through your slippery folds, covering it with your juices. His fat tip brushes against your clit and makes you whine.

You moan when he eases his cockhead past your slick folds. The squeeze of your hot cunt is tight, and it makes Wonwoo roll his hips into yours, fucking himself deeper into your clenching pussy.

“Wonwoo!” You mewl, already feeling so full even though he’s not even all the way inside.

Just hearing you moan his name has him thrusting forward and burying his cock balls deep inside your wet pussy with a deep growl. You cry out loudly, tits bouncing at his roughness. Wonwoo’s large palm immediately covers your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.

“Shh, baby. You don’t want us to get caught do you? What would my son say is he walked in and saw his dad fucking his girlfriend’s tight little cunt?”

You moan against his hand, pussy clamping down on his dick tighter than before. Wonwoo clicks his tongue, slowly grinding deeper into you. The thought turns him on too, more than he would ever admit.

“Oh? You like that?” He hums as you buck your hips up to meet his slow thrusts. “What a dirty little slut.”

Wonwoo keeps your mouth covered as he slowly fucks your cunt. All you can focus on is how stretched open your pussy feels. You keep whining and moaning as he bullies his cock into your fluttering hole. Even though they’re muffled, the cute little noises you’re making are driving Wonwoo closer to the edge.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” Wonwoo groans. “Feels like you’ve never had a cock this big stuffing your little pussy.”

Wanting to hear you, he removes his hand.

You shake your head before you moan out an answer. “You’re the biggest—fuck—I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo’s cock twitches inside you as he goes to cover your mouth with his. You two share a series of wet kisses between your filthy moans. His thick cock keeps rutting into your squelching pussy and slamming into the spongy spot inside your cunt that makes you keep tightening around him. At this point your mind has gone fuzzy. All you can think about is the man on top of you and the orgasm coiling in the pit of your stomach thanks to him.

In the haze of skin slapping together and the arousing scent of sex, Wonwoo feels like he’s found heaven. He’s absolutely thrilled to have you how he’s wanted since he first saw you. After months of planning, he finally has you trembling on his cock. Wonwoo groans lowly when you squeeze even tighter around him. You whine, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Wonwoo smirks when he sees your fucked out expression. He can’t care that his son is passed out downstairs while he’s quite literally fucking his sweet little girlfriend’s brains out. It’s what you deserved after all the hell his idiot spawn put you through.

“Looks like you’re already addicted to my cock, baby.” His laugh is so attractive that it makes your pussy flutter.

A deep pleasure shoots up your spine as Wonwoo fucks you hard and deep, plunging his cock into your sopping cunt. You cry out his name, feeling a pleasure you never have before. His hand moves between your bodies to flick and rub your sensitive clit.

“God, sweetheart. Fucking love how your sweet cunt squeezes my cock.” He groans in delight.

Wonwoo’s fingers keep rubbing your sensitive clit until your back arches off the bed. Wet slapping and loud squelching fills the room as the coil in your stomach abruptly snaps. Your legs clamp around his slim waist at the same time your cunt tightens around his dick, milking him for all he’s worth as your arousal gushes around his throbbing length.

“That’s it, baby. Milk this fucking cock.” Wonwoo growls as his hands spread you open even more. “Fuck. I’m gonna fill you with my cum and watch it spill out of your pretty pussy.”

You whine out, wanting nothing more. “Yes! Fill my pussy with your cum!”

Wonwoo growls into your skin, ramming his dick straight into your sweet spot until he reaches his own climax. With a loud moan of your name, he spills his hot cum inside your cunt. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls as he keeps stuffing you full until it leaks out around his cock.

It feels like you’re stuck in a blissful haze, and it’s only until Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you that you come back to your senses. His eyes are dark as he watches his cum slowly drip out of you. It’s an erotic sight, you’re sure, and you can’t help but want more.

“Wonwoo.” Your voice comes out in a sigh. “Think you can go again?”

The older man groans in his throat. You’re insatiable, and so is he. Fuck. He knew you were perfect for him.

“For you? Always.”

Your eyes roll back when the bulbous tip of his length nudges your tender pussy. Wonwoo smirks and presses forward. His aching cock penetrates you in one deep thrust. Large hands hold down your squirming hips as he sheathes his big cock to the hilt. Wonwoo groans when your juices spill around his girth. He leans back and lets a string of spit falls straight onto your pussy. The filthy action makes you moan wantonly.

“Your sweet little cunt is driving me crazy, sweetheart.” Wonwoo hisses as you clench around him.

Your hot cunt is pulsing and soaking his cock as if you’re claiming it as your own. It makes him smirk. Wonwoo keeps pounding into your creamy cunt until only lewd squelching and pornographic moans fill the room. He can’t even think about his son anymore. All he cares about is splitting you open and molding your tight pussy to fit the shape of his dick.

“You just love this cock, don’t you, baby?” Wonwoo moans.

“I do—Fuck. Feels so fucking good!” Your voice is loud, and you’re both beyond the point of caring. “I love your cock. Love how you fuck my little pussy.”

His fat cock is splitting you open deliciously, weeping tip reaching your cervix with every strong pound of his hips. You’re already close again, and you know this next orgasm is going to be more intense than the last. Wonwoo seems to feel it too because he keeps driving his cock into you savagely until your thighs are trembling around him. His cock is piercing directly into your g-spot then drawing out, letting you feel every vein before plowing back into your sopping mess. His rough thrusts never lose their strength or depth. Not when you scream and convulse around his cock.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut.” Wonwoo groans. “You don’t even care that your boyfriend can wake up any moment and find you dripping all over his dad’s cock.”

You manage to smirk at him. “He has no right to be angry. Not when you’re fucking me better than he ever did.”

Wonwoo smirks back at you, thrusting deeper if possible. Your depraved words make a sick thrill shoot straight to his cock. It turns him on more than it should. Dark eyes are glued to your sopping cunt. The sight of you stretching to take his cock is so hot that he almost cums right then.

“Oh my god!” You cry out as your pulsing walls constrict around the dick ramming into you.

You let out a loud cry when Wonwoo’s spit lands where you two are connected. A guttural groan escapes him when your pussy squeezes his throbbing cock and your juices spill all over him. You topple over the edge he’s been pushing you toward, squirting all over his cock and abdomen. Your release covers him, dripping down his cock and to his heavy balls.

“Cum in me!” You plead loudly. “Stuff me full again!”

Wonwoo’s fat cock keeps sliding along your convulsing walls. The tip of his cock slams into your spot unrelentlessly, making you see stars. You keep falling apart as the older man uses your body how he wants.

“Just look at your pretty little pussy, squirting all over this cock like you own it.” Wonwoo’s grin looks wolfish and unfairly attractive. “Now I have to fill your slutty pussy like I own it.”

Wonwoo groans your name deeply. His hips are flush between your thighs as he presses to the hilt, his fat cockhead rutting into your most sensitive spot. Your toes curl tightly as you scream out his name once again. All you can see, feel, and think about is your boyfriend’s dad. His hot cum fills you up, coating every inch of your wet walls, stuffing you to the brim.

The older man falls forward a bit and buries his face in your neck, biting your sweaty skin and fucking his cum deeper into you. In your aroused daze, you can’t recognize how intoxicated he is over the feeling of you and your tight cunt.

When Wonwoo finally he pulls out, his hand lands on your tingling core. He cranes his neck to watch his fingers enter your hole. Licking his lips, he gently fucks his cum back inside you and gently toys with your messy pussy. Growls rumble in his chest as his cum slips out of you and down to your smaller puckered hole. The sight makes his cock twitch and ache all over again.

“My cute little slut.” Wonwoo coos as you slowly start to drift off to sleep. “All nice and bred—just like I’ve always dreamed.”

You look precious while you sleep, and Wonwoo can’t help but feel completely satisfied that he came inside you while you were ovulating. His son was such an idiot for not cherishing you how you deserved, but it was for the best.

Now you were all his. Only his.

#wonwoo smut #svt smut #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x you #svt x reader #svt x you

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caotictimmy · 5 months ago

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if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏

#mouthwash smut #mouthwashing smut #mouthwash x reader #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing #daisuke smut #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing game #mouthwash game #mouthwash #daisuke x reader

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beloveds-embrace · 3 months ago

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Thinking about designationless reader...

Imagine how alone she must've been for all her life. It started since she was young, her parents pushing her to the corner of the home, away from the family, and naturally, her siblings would follow their parents' lead, pointedly ignoring her, and finding any excuse available to be out of her presence. She wouldn't understand them anyway, she can't tell the difference between noises nor could she even recognize scents. It just wouldn't work.

Reader thinks that maybe she could find someone, anyone in school, but kids are like sharks, except instead of smelling blood, they smell the lack of all scents on her. Most kids have a combination of their own and their family members' scents. Reader has nothing, so everyone continues the pattern, but now with more stares and jeers and hushed giggles. Reader knows that bullying is bad, but anything would be better than simply not existing to anyone. That's what the others say, at least, that she's nothing, nobody. Never to her face, though, just in the whispers shared between friends.

She eventually tries to find others like her through the wonders of the internet. There's maybe a handful more scattered in her country, but none are her age, and all have their own families who care about them. Was it just her who wasn't deserving of love, of connection? Reader reaches out to them, and they talk a little, but before long, through no one's fault, it falls through. She was bad at talking anyway, even if she doesn't have to worry about scents or sounds that aren't there, she never knew much about context or connotation. She never had the opportunity to learn about the intricacies in communication. Reader is back alone.

The military eventually scouts her, and it's the first time anyone has ever really looked at her. Sure, they look at her like a valuable tool, but a tool is better than nothing. Reader obviously joins, desperate for crumbs. She climbs the ranks, gets the job done. She is good at her job, so people respect her. She learns how to talk professionally, emails, texts, and so one, but no one talks to her on leave. No one invites her to the pub after a good mission. No one even talks to her in the mess. But people do talk to her when they have to, and that's enough. Maybe she even gets a callsign. Doe. After Jane Doe, the placeholder name for unknown individuals, and insult if anything.

Now there's the 141. They invite her to things. They talk to her. They touch her. Reader exists for them. She isn't just an unknown person stuck in the background and invisible to everyone else, and Reader doesn't know what to do. Her speech is awkward and overly professional, even in personal settings. How is she supposed to be friends with someone, multiple someones? How is she supposed to move? To act? To express? She doesn't know, but she really wants to learn. At least now she has good teachers.

ANON YOU GENIUSSSS okay but this? Perfect. AHHHH I ADORE THIS IDEA!! Esp the jane doe callsign omg yes

You weren’t used to being seen.

Growing up, you learned quickly how to make yourself small- how to exist quietly, without taking up space, without asking for too much. Because the few times you had asked- asked for a hug, asked to be let into the nest, asked why you felt so different- the answers had all been the same.

No.

Not now.

Not you.

It wasn’t that your parents didn’t love you. You were sure they did, in their own way. But love was hard to feel when your mother flinched at your touch like you were something disgusting, when your father sighed like he was tired every time you entered the room as if you were taking up space he was saving for his other children. When your siblings built their nests without you, curling into piles of warmth and safety while you sat outside the door, knees pulled to your chest and hands balled into fists to keep them from knocking, a cold ache burrowing itself in your chest.

You stopped knocking eventually.

You stopped trying.

You used to wonder if you’d done something wrong- if maybe you could fix yourself and everything would go back to normal. But it wasn’t something you could fix. It was just… you.

Scentless.

Designationless.

Invisible.

School had been worse, perhaps the worst. At least your family had pretended not to notice how different you were. The other kids didn’t bother pretending. They stared openly, whispered behind your back, laughed when you walked by. You’d caught bits and pieces of what they said- weird, wrong, broken, as if they hoped by having you hear their words, they’d convince you to leave at last.

You’d started keeping your head down after that, slipping through the halls like a shadow. No one talked to you unless they had to, and even then they either did it with a mocking, jeering tone that echoes in your nightmares or with a meek tone; as if your lack of everything is contagious. No one sat next to you at lunch, either. When partners were assigned, you always ended up working alone per your teachers’ instructions.

It was easier that way.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

By the time you joined the military, you’d gotten good at being alone. You didn’t need friends. Didn’t need packmates. You had work, and work didn’t care if you were quiet or awkward or too stiff to laugh at the right jokes. Work didn’t care if you flinched when people got too close or froze when someone raised their voice. Work demanded to be done, and you had nothing and no one to stop you from that.

But the military also has the same teens who used to bully you so consistently. Rookies all to ready and happy to lord over you. It’s how you get your despised callsign, Doe. Jane Doe. A cruel mockery, comedy wherein you are the joke that has the world laughing.

Still, you wear it. It’s still an acknowledgment and that will always be better than never being seen. You flit from team to team, unit to unit, always an observer from afar, watching everyone around you speak a language you can’t.

But the 141 was different, when you eventually end up working for them.

They cared.

They cared in ways you weren’t ready for.

Soap was relentless, dragging you into conversations even when you barely knew what to say. He filled the silences like it didn’t bother him, kept talking for the both of you, lounging against you unbothered, until you started talking back. Gaz was gentlest, steadier. He never pushed, just lingered close enough to remind you he was there, waiting, whenever you were ready. Quiet, silent acceptance you’d never been given before, and you were yet far too afraid to so easily cling to it.

And the Alphas- Price and Ghost- were worse.

Price had a way of looking at you that made your chest ache, like he saw you, really saw you, and didn’t mind what he found. Scentless, with no designation and all. Ghost was quieter, sharper, but his eyes tracked you everywhere, presence wrapping around you like he was staking a claim you didn’t understand, like he was teying to etch every part of you behind his eyelids.

You didn’t know what to do with it.

They didn’t give you space. They sat next to you at meals, tugged you along when they went out for drinks, called you over during breaks like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it felt natural- until it didn’t, because sometimes you still felt like an outsider.

Like you didn’t belong.

You tried to hide it, but they saw through you. They always did, and they never shied away.

When you started avoiding the mess hall, it was Gaz who caught you, shoving a plate of food into your hands and dragging you to sit with him like it wasn’t a big deal. When you hung back during missions, letting the others fall into their pack dynamics without you, Soap was the one who looped an arm around your shoulders and pulled.

And when you flinched, once, at the sharp sound of someone’s voice echoing down the hall- when you tensed so hard it made your fingers tremble- it was Price who closed the distance, standing in front of you like a wall and letting Ghost linger at your back. Neither of them said a word.

They didn’t have to.

You weren’t used to being protected. You weren’t used to belonging.

But they made it hard not to.

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5sospenguinqueen · 1 month ago

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Toy Cars | Fernando Alonso x Mum! Reader

Summary: Fernando boasts about his step-sons to anyone who will listen. So, when you realise you want more, he's confused why your little family is no longer enough.

Warnings: angst, slight age gap. i pictured reader about 35

Requested: no

just a short one compared to the others

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fernandoalo_official not been an easy weekend so far but it’s made easier when one of my favourite people is in the paddock

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jensonbutton but i’m not working this weekend?

→ lance_stroll we all know i’m his other favourite person

→ fernandoalo_official no, the twins are

→ user1 step dad nando has my whole heart

→ yn_ln mine too!

user2 a hug from fernando would heal me

→ user3 a hug from y/n would heal me

yn_ln weekends where i get to see you are my favourite

→ user4 i will never be normal about these two

→ user5 it’s the fact that he watches the f2 races because it gives him an excuse to hang out with y/n

astonmartinf1 our favourite couple

user6 need fernando to win now that he’s had his good luck hug

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yn_ln back on track for the twins. both my boys did a wonderful job with high position finishes… oh and they were visited by an enthusiastic fan 😉

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fernandoalo_official i’ll be getting you in one of those karts next

→ yn_ln that’s going to take a lot of convincing, nando

→ fernandoalo_official i can think of a few ways, mi vida

→ landonorris ew

→ user7 mi vida!! i will never be normal about these two

aussiegrit how’d he get his hair that tall

→ astonmartinf1 it’s so full of secrets

fa_alonsokart calling the boss an enthusiastic fan is such a power move

→ user8 the fact that he let her and didn’t comment on it tho

lance_stroll they'll be taking his seat soon enough

user9 love how supportive fernando is of his step-sons

→ user10 he literally started a karting school so that he could help their karting careers

→ user11 the dad that stepped up

user1 what’s your favourite fa14 fact? mine is that he fell in love with y/n l/n, realised she had twins and immediately started enacting project alonso

→ user2 no because the twins were 11 when he met them and now they’re 15 and looking at f3 seats

user3 this is what i’ve been saying. fernando doesn’t just love y/n, he loves her children just as much, if not more

user4 fernando alonso puts all other step-dads to shame because he is always there for them, no matter how busy his life is

user5 i really need fernando to hurry up and propose because that is his family

→ user6 yes! he needs to make project alonso official by giving them all his last name

→ user7 and then more babies!

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user8 why was this the cutest thing said by anyone ever. like those are his boys

user9 wait, so does this mean he doesn’t want kids?

user10 the way he cut that interviewer off because that his family whether they share blood or not

→ user11 i read it as he didn’t want to talk about it any more because he doesn’t want more kids and maybe he and y/n haven’t talked about it yet

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yn_ln an empty house for the week makes me realise that i miss hearing about cars

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user1 aw are the flowers from fernando?

kellypiquet max keeps trying to convince me to get another cat. don’t let him see this

→ maxverstappen1 too late

user2 wait, why isn’t she spending summer break with nando?

→ user3 because he’s on holiday

→ user2 without her?

→ user4 they don’t have to spend every minute together. he’s allowed to have a break

user5 guys, y/n and fernando don’t follow each other anymore?

→ user6 i thought you were lying but then i checked and it’s true :(

→ user7 oh that captions hit extra hard

user8 no because her entire life is racing and now that it’s not there, she realises she misses it

→ user9 she misses him

user10 i’m so confused. they were so in love like two weeks ago. what happened?

user11 no because i can’t imagine seeing fernando without y/n

user12 is he still going to support the twins?

user13 but you were supposed to get married to fernando and have lots of little alonso’s

→ user14 maybe one of them didn’t want that

→ user15 can’t imagine it being alonso, he thinks the world of the twins

→ user16 true. he does mention them in almost every interview

user1 when i remembered f2 were racing this weekend, i was so happy because that meant y/n and nando content and then i remembered they’d broken up

→ user2 all the tweets on here are tearing my heart out as well

user3 they’ve not spoken to each other once today

user4 yes she walked straight past him but there’s clips of her entire face crumpling as soon as she’s past him

→ user5 yes! i saw that. her colleague had to usher her into the garage before she started crying

user6 the fact that fernando spent the entire time watching her though

→ user7 even when people were talking to him, he was full on staring at her

→ user8 brokenhearted lover boy made no attempts to hide it

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