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Silas, Dr Kry & Jerry drabbles: Kissing

Yandere!Mafia oc, yandere!doctor oc & yandere!female!mafia
Warnings: suggestive content maybe? Its not too bad though?
Silas:
You thought that you would get a few minutes to yourself on the couch? You thought wrong. Silas straddles you, pressing you down into the couch's soft pillows, his mouth easily finding yours. He sucks the air out of your lungs, mouth moving against yours in a skillful, yet almost lost manner.
"You taste like mint", he murmurs.
"I'm chewing gum", you pant, trying to breathe between his attacks.
Before you know it, his tounge has managed to find the gum between your teeth, moved it into his own mouth and swallowed it, while never stopping his kisses.
"Did you just-?" you gasp and try to pull away to make sure that he just actually did that.
"I've swallowed worse", he mumbles between kisses. "Come here."
His hands grab the back of your neck to move you even closer, lifting your upper body up from the couch. Kissing, sucking, biting. Never stopping until your lips have doubled in size.
Dr Kry:
The lake is still. The dusk chilly. Summer's warm. You sit together on his small private dock, watching the water. He has his arm around your waist, holding you to him. He glances at you from time to time, at your lips before leaning over, gently turning your head and kisses you. His kisses are slow and gentle, but not scared. One hand cradls your face, the other moves closer around your waist.
"You're shivering", he whispers against your lips. "Are you cold?"
You shake your head, but he's already removing his cardigan, hanging it over your shoulders. His hand comes to cup your face again before he leans in, kissing again. His arm around your waist doesn't seem where to place the hand, nervous of placing it wrong. He doesn't mean for it to be sexual, he just needs the warmth of your mouth. Doesn't want you to feel pressured.
But he can't stop it. His lips leave yours and start to place soft, careful kisses along your jaw, up to your temple. He doesn't do it often, but the need to worship you in a sentimental place and time as this makes him want to show his full devotion.
"You smell good", he whispers. "Is that the shampoo I bought? Do you like it?"
You nod. Dr Kry smiled and carsses your cheek with his thumb before kissing you again.
Jerry:
She has brought you up on a roof top on a random skyscraper. You just went along withou asking questions, but now that you'r sitting here you can't help but admire the view. Nightsky, twinkling buildings and stars.
"Pretty, right?" Jerry asks as she sits beside you. "Makes me want to devour you."
"What?" you chuckle. "Where did that come from?"
"Inside thought. But honestly, you can't expect me to act like a civilised human being when your eyes are reflecting all the lights like a bunny's eyes." She moves closer. "It makes me into a wolf. And wolves eat bunnies."
With that said, she closes every distance, latching her lips onto yours. Jerry's kisses are like alcohol. They drug every part of your nervous system, bewitch you and make you drunk and begging for more. Skillfull is an underestimation. She grabs you throat, holding you to her, controlling your mouth with hers. She doesn't leave time to breathe.
"Look at you", she smiles as she pulls back for a moment, using her hand on your throat to direct your face upwards. "So damn cute. I'm so selfish for keeping you to myself, but I'llnever change."
With that said, she dives right back in, grinning to herself when your eyes roll back slightly.
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Okay but like… i saw this pic around my fyp and I can’t help but imagine getting Ghost a bunny solely because it looks like him JSJSJSKSKSJSJSK
Anyways, heres a drabble on that
cw: suggestive smut, p in v, afab readerxghost, oral (f receiving), slight fluff
Headcanon: getting fwb Ghost a bunny that looks like him
Pairing: Ghostxreader
something something giving Simon a bunny because it looks like him.
Not planned. Not scheduled. But honestly, when is it ever with him anyway?
You'd just gone out for groceries. That was the plan. Grab milk, maybe eggs, more of that tea he practically scarfed down when he took over the place. God he just went through your fridge didn't he?
But you can't really get mad can you? Insufferable bastard that he was. Worming his way through your own life without permission.
Without favor.
No pursuit.
No accommodations just forced entry.
And now. Apparently. Into your arms in the form of one very large -- Jesus look at the size of that thing! -- and very pissed off rabbit. Heavy too. Solid. All hulk and muscle in a way that rabbits really shouldn't be. Like a furry little brick of war crimes and unresolved trauma. Yep. That's Simon.
You're 90% sure he even growled at the shelter worker when they tried to put him back in his carrier. The weighty plastic mauled and gnawed on. Too tiny. Too small. Too kind to accommodate a creature like that. Yep. That's Simon
"you sure you want him lass? Got kittens in here and puppies if you want", the shelter worker had said. Looking at you concerned and weary. Probably worried that you were in and out of your knocker with this one. Toeing the line between worry and are you mentally stable enough for this?
But you were already shoving bits of cash across the counter. Attention fully taken by the brooding thing with a warm and knowing smile
"Yeah", you'd said, watching the rabbit try to murder a carrot with a slow, surgical malice. "This one"
Now here you are, hours later, spent, sated. Filled, and panting in your bed. Sheets tangled. Skin still humming with Simon half-on top of you. Blanket of muscle strewn across your waist. Half buried in the pillow beside your head because "missed you birdie. needed you yeah? gone without you so long"
And of course you were dumb-dumb but not dumb-dumb... right?
So you'd believed him.
let him.
Welcomed him.
let him strip you bear and lay you down the kitchen counter. Sopping. Crying. Panting and whining while he buried his face to the nines down your core. Cold marble against fevered skin. Your shirt bunched up on your waist, baring your pebbled tits in view, while his hands practically muscled and gripped their way onto your thighs.
Held. Palmed. Clawed. Prisoned.
You were sure the indents and bruises on your inner thighs were moments where he lost accidentally lost control. Never having intentionally hurt you. Never capable. Never wanting to.
Slurping and sucking on the folds of your labia and clit like it was a personal mission between his mouth and your pussy alone. Sacred. Cleric on an altar. Groaning like he'd been starved for too long.
Stranded.
Parched.
And now, nirvana was between your legs
There was no gentle easing. Never really is whenever SImon got like this. God did you love it though. Just full assault. Tongue. Lips. Teeth. Mean. Overstimulation be damned
"cute this way yeah birdie? cunt practically pulsin' for me"
He liked the tears. Liked the tremble. Liked the way your body tried to escape even as it begged him not to stop. Because who was Simon if he didn't enjoy making his little bird scream and quiver underneath his touch.
You came once, and he didn’t even pause -- just gripped your thighs tighter, thumbs bruising into soft flesh, and kept going. Like your orgasm was an agreement. Like your moans were consent to ruin. By the time he finally rose -- chin soaked, mouth swollen, eyes dark and shining with something unspoken -- he carried you into his arms. Dizzy.
Wrecked.
Whining and whimpering incoherently.
Shaky.
Newborn fawn.
Fresh kill being hauled into your bedroom where he proceeded to manhandle you onto the bed -- face down, ass up, a position that felt less like suggestion and more like claim.
You barely had time to gasp, to find your breath between the heat and blur of it all, before he was behind you again -- pressing his weight over your back, one big hand flat between your shoulder blades, holding you down.
Like you’d run. Like you could.
“Still twitchin’,” he muttered, voice dark, ruined. A low hum against the shell of your ear as he ground his cock between your cheeks, already hard. “Didn’t get enough, huh?”
You whimpered, a sound punched out of your throat that didn’t sound like a yes or a no -- just need.
And he knew. Of course he did.
Because Simon always knew.
And now, he’s still draped over you like a weighted blanket with intimacy issues. Breathing soft and even. Sated and spent. Seed dripping down your thighs and sheets. Mission accomplished. The heat of his skin soaking into yours. A hand resting over your belly, thumb stroking there absently, like he's grounding himself. Like he doesn’t want to let go.
Which is exactly why you decide now is the time.
You shift a little, enough to get his hand to loosen. Enough to twist beneath him with a grin you know he can feel more than see.
“You asleep?”
He grunts.
Close enough.
You press a kiss to his cheek, lips skimming the edge of that jaw he rarely lets you near. “Got you something.”
Another grunt. More wary this time. His body tenses a hair, but you’re already slipping out from under him, ignoring the way your legs shake as you pull on his shirt -- it’s long enough to cover most of the carnage -- and pad toward the corner of the room.
The carrier’s still there. Heavy. Silent. Ominous.
Trying not to wince as you notice a growing dent and another hole at the side. Freshly mauled and gnawed. God you hope he doesn't eat anything important here.
You kneel beside it, unlatch the door, and wait.
There’s a pause.
And then: the slow, deliberate thump of massive paws as the creature waddles and hops out.
Surveys the room
Tactical.
observant.
Calculating. Fucking perfect
Immediately starts chewing the corner of Simon’s boots like it owes him money. Simon -- still half-asleep, still blissed-out and boneless -- blinks once, slow and confused. Sits up just enough to see over the covers.
“What the fuck is that?”
You grin. “Your emotional support rabbit.”
A long pause.
The rabbit, undeterred, begins gnawing at a strap. You think it’s almost... judgmental.
Simon stares. “Big bloke. Looks like it wants to kill me.”
You shrug. “That’s why I got him. Seemed fitting.”
Simon’s quiet again. Processing.
Then he leans back on the pillow, one arm flung over his eyes.
“Course you did.”
Another pause. The rabbit finishes murdering the boot and hops onto the foot of the bed. Heavy. Menacing.
“...What’s it called?”
You try not to laugh. “Didn’t name him yet. Figured you’d want to.”
The rabbit growls. Growls.
Simon groans. “You’re not right in the head, birdie.”
You grin and climb back into bed, curling into his side, watching as the rabbit hops up between you both like it owns the place.
“Neither are you,” you whisper into his shoulder, already smiling.
“He just needs a little space. And maybe therapy.”
Simon folds his arms. “Does it bark?”
“It’s a rabbit.”
“Still not convinced.”
Silence, thick and suspicious.
The hulking mass of the bunny flops onto its side without warning. A resounding thump thump follows as its weight meets the slightly dusted carpets of your floors.
Limbs stretched out, as if to say I’ve decided this rug belongs to me now.
Simon stares. The bunny stares. Something probably ancient passes between them.
“I don’t want it.”
“Didn’t ask if you did.”
“He’s not living here.”
“He’s not here for you.”
Another long pause.
“…You named it after me, didn’t you?”
You bite back a grin. Yes “He named himself.”
Simon exhales, a long-suffering sound muffled by the pillow. The rabbit twitches an ear, unimpressed. The two of them -- standing-off like old soldiers in a temporary ceasefire.
You plop a box of greens on the counter. “Just don’t feed him anything weird.”
Simon, muttering: “'should’ve stayed deployed.”
You, grinning: “You’re welcome, by the way.”
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Sol hastily accepts your phone call all the while his hand is two minutes away from making him see stars.
solivan brugmansia x gn!reader | MDNI, 700+ wc drabble, masturbation, fantasized oral (receiving), takes place at the end of the 1st day
note: title is from the song ‘serial killer’ by ldr <3 as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for all the support on the last fic !! alsoo i would love tkatb mutuals, so if anyone would like to be mutuals lmk 🫶
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This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. He should’ve let your call ring until it ended. Rationality flew out the window when it came to you, though.
“–anyways, I don't want to like…force you to come to the party or anything. Honestly, I’m not really into it but I’d feel kinda bad not going.”
Right. The Halloween costume party. That’s what you were talking about.
It felt like he was being edged. He couldn’t even be quiet in public spaces, he had to punch someone earlier for hearing him in the bathroom! There was another option entirely, one easier than being quiet—just stop—but he wasn’t about to do that.
He was getting lost in the clouds of his dangerous imagination once again. You were here at his house, in his room, on his bed. You were edging him. He wasn’t touching himself, it was your hand stroking him instead. Up ‘n down, nice ‘n slow.
“Sol?”
Fuck.
“Sorry, yeah.” Keep your breathing under control. “It’s not my thing either, but…uh, if you’re going then I want to go too.”
A lot could happen in a couple hours on campus grounds, he wasn’t letting you out of his sight, especially not at night.
“We can sulk together, then! I think it’s free. Let me double check…yeah, it’s free for admitted students. We just need to RSVP.”
“Cool.” If he kept his replies short then maybe you wouldn’t catch the shakiness in his voice.
“Do you have a costume?”
“No, you?”
“Nope.” You sighed, the sound made his mind fuzzy. “And I don’t really have any cool clothes to make one. I was thinking of checking out some stores sometime this week…wanna come with?”
“Right there…”
“What?”
“I’ll be there.”
There was no way you didn't notice the sound of his bedsheets rustling. But he could hear you start rambling, so he was in the clear for now. Art class, project, tired—just a few key words and phrases he managed to pick up on.
He envisioned you perfectly, head settled right between his thighs.
Would you be sweet and kiss it all over? Start from the bottom and trail up until you finally reach the tip? Suck for a while, pull it out with a pop, rest your cheek against his inner thigh to rest, then do it again? Once he finished, would you look at him lovingly and tell him how much you like him?
Or maybe you’d be more intense with him—take him right into your mouth and leave him an immediate moaning mess. A single bat of your lashes and a second of eye contact would make him topple over. Then you’d open your mouth nice and wide to show him you took it all.
Either way, he’d pull you up and kiss you, mumbling strings of praises in between each one before pressing you into the mattress to return the gesture.
Everything felt hot. Too hot. He needed to cool off. He lifted his shirt just above his nipples. They were already hard and proudly showing off their barbell jewelry.
He was close. Please hang up, he can’t hold it in. He was pathetic when it came to self-control. But what kind of person calls someone this late at night instead of just texting, anyway? He really hadn’t expected this while going about his usual nightly routine.
And just when he thought he was doing a good job of keeping it in, he let a loud sharp gasp escape.
Silence. He could hear his own heartbeat.
You’d think nothing of it.
You’d think nothing of it.
You’d think nothing of it.
“Was that a yawn?” You apologetically asked the question under your breath, like you were speaking to yourself for a brief moment.
Then your voice picked back up. “Sorry for calling so late, I forgot it’s almost midnight! Anyways, I’ll let you go…good night. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sol.”
“…Night…”
You hung up. Bless your heart, you barely managed to dodge the breathless moan of your name spilling from him.
Dopamine in the shape of small hearts flooded his brain, static flowed through his veins. All his cells have the purpose of loving you, nothing else. He wouldn't have it any other way. It’s such a shame the testament of his utmost devotion had to land on his stomach instead of inside you where it belonged.
The haziness slowly died down, he opened his eyes—immediately met with the patch of pictures of you hung on his wall. How could such a perfect person exist? Gaze trailing down towards his counter, he could see an empty container, the one he kept all those sleeping pills in. He’d have to ask Hyugo for more.
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cw: stepcest, step dad John Price, He just wants to make sure you know how to be safe, your mother isn't home, female masturbation, mentions of protection (condoms), use of the name 'Slut', mentions of the name 'Whore', short drabble

Your fingers rubbed your clit- the wet noises bouncing off the walls of your bedroom as you chased your orgasm down like prey- chased the pleasure. The frilly cotton of your pretty panties stretched out as they positioned on your thighs, your teeth sunk into your bottom with eyes shut tight. God, you didn’t care.
Your body was teasing you, letting you grow close and close to the feeling you were yearning for. Making you clench, tense- sweat- fuck you had been about to orgasm for the past twenty minutes. But this time you were about to cum- you could feel it.
You hadn’t felt this good in days- all the hook-ups and one night stands you had been having recently just couldn’t please you right. It was a nothing but a quick fuck for them and despite it feeling good for you too it was never enough. You needed more action than a few thrusts and dirty whispers from men you didn't even know. You needed to be worked up slowly, not rushed or put to the side, no. You needed focus- and being home alone was the perfect time for it.
The soft, sweaty skin of your legs brushed as you hooked one over the other- your back beginning to arch- it was right there. Everything you had longed for, the nagging feeling you felt every time a horny thought entered your head. You could feel it in your blood- in your stomach- and just as you were about to cum and feel free at last, the door slammed open.
“Shit..” Your sleazy, smirking, stepdad John, would laugh out at the sight. Not jumping away in horror, not moving in shock, just simply looking to the other side of your room as you quickly covered yourself with your duvet: almost as if he saw it coming, as if he knew what was going on behind the little cracks in your bedroom door before he even opened it. Weird.
His boots stomped on the floor of your room, shaking the frames and pictures that coated the walls as he took a seat down on your bed. Groaning as he gently sat and he looked down at you. Your precious, beautiful, innocent eyes so wide with panic with skin so warm in embarrassment. How fucking incredible. His shy, adorable angel who thought she was all home alone.
Honestly John couldn’t blame you though, his job was flexible, the hours unpredictable- it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him home earlier from time to time. But god was it a surprise to have him walk in on you- to have him see you like that. So hazy with enjoyment, so smiley at the feeling- you were like a little doll. Lost in yourself as you played away.
“Awh, was I interrupting your fun?” His voice prodded mockingly. The tone teasingly dark and somewhat controlling as he chuckled sickly. The veins on his arm bulging as a hand twice the size of yours, came over to nudge your arm playfully. You shook your head- it was mortifying but you suppose, things like this do happen in family’s. Mothers walk in on their sons all the time- it’s just accidental, something to bury under the carpet and forget about.
A breath slipped from his lips and he hissed it back in, rubbing his jaw slightly as he began speaking again. Dark oceanic eyes sparkling with mischief and a smidge of something that made your stomach heat- a side of your stepdad you never want to see but crave to so badly.
"Its fine to touch yourself, babe. Were both grown ups here and its a normal thing to do to make yourself feel good- don't get so embarrassed. I actually came up here to talk to you about something similar myself.."
The pulse in your cunt throbbed at his words and you internally hit yourself- the pent up desire that yearned to be released was mixing with his how welcoming and supportive his voice was. He way his presence was so close- you could sense the burn of his gaze against your soft skin- nodding nervously. Longing to hear what he had to say but you knew it was so wrong to. So dirty, so inappropriate. His head shook slowly almost in disappointment or reluctance, the blue of his pupils piercing through you as he inched in just a little closer.
"I've seen them boys leave your room late at night and- I'm not here to scold you darling- of course I'm not- I just want to make sure you're being safe, alright? You know, using protection- your mother is very worried and I just want to make sure.."
He moved onto your bed a little more, laying down beside you with one hand placed firmly behind his head. The weight of his body, sinking your duvet deep into the mattress and you had to shuffle closer to him to keep yourself covered. The slight whine to his voice, to his question- the way he made it sound so normal conflicted with the naughty energy in the air. It was wrong, it was weird and you hated it, right? The fact he was sat beside you, words so husky and deep knowing fully well how exposed and wet you were beneath the fabric separating you two- it was perverted and outright disgusting on so many levels.
The horniness from before was playing tricks on your emotions and if only you could get him to leave for five minutes so it would acompany you with enough time to get hold of yourself. Enough time to fully redress and the talk to him like his beloved step-daughter and not some desperate cock hungry whore.
"I am using protection, there's really no need to worry about it at all.." You mumbled and he nodded along as your words trailed into his ear. A gentle, fatherly smile plastered on his lips as he dug his spare hand into the pocket of his jeans.
Tossing you a condom and sitting up a little.
"I'm glad to hear that honey, I'll just see you put it on and then everything is cool in that department. I'll tell your mother she has nothing so worry about." You caught the condom in your hand and your eyes snapped to his, blinking fast as you swallowed nervously- stomach spinning in dread, worry, arousal- you felt seasick with feeling.
"Wait-"
“Put it on.”
His smile dropped as he looked into your eyes harshly, shaking his head a little before huffing out a laugh and nodding to his lap. Your eyes flickered to the size of the bulge that was already forming underneath the tight denim. Heart plunging in and out of your chest in worry and uncertainty. This was John, the only father figure you had in your life- the love of your mothers life and here he was, ordering you to put a condom on him. Things had gotten too far- you had to stop this you really couldn't do this, could you?
“Dad-”
“Let’s drop the whole ‘Dad’ thing, alright? Your mother’s not here- So I suggest you put the condom on my fucking dick before I do it myself and fuck you on this bed.” He spat out, the zip of his flyer filling the silence of the room as his eyes glared back at you.
"Got it, slut?"
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Ok i said i would do itater, but this was done for my sister who got really hurt and wanted comfort out of my drabble, shout out to you @saltynsassy31 XD
This will probably be very OOC bc again, i am NOT too acquainted with these characters
So apologies in advance, but i think this will still be very entertaining for you :]
So yeah, here's part 2!
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Jazz was tired, they haven't given him much time to rest since he came back. And even if they did, it's not like he could rest anyways, thinking about....about Prowl.
No way he could have just left him, right? After everything....it just didn't feel right, and the way they spoke to him about it too. Call him crazy but something in his gut told him they were hiding something from him. But it just never seemed enough to push him to look into it (oh how he would regret that for the rest of his life)
Today was supposed to be a normal routine check to the new mechas, with new recruits coming in for him to teach.
Jazz was given a new mecha suit, despite his protests to it (which surprised even him honestly, but it just didn't feel right). He hadn't gotten the chance to see it yet, today was the day they would present the new model, though it was said to be in its early stages still.
...
He doesn't know how it happened, how he'd gotten here, but all he knew was that he had seen red. When he gotten to see his new mech suit, it seemed oddly familiar in touch, in fact something about it made him feel sick to his stomach.
Small dents and scarring coated the plating around the panels that opened to the cockpit. He recognised that plating, from crawling on it with his magnets, sleeping on them comfortably despite being made of metal (there was something so warm about it, but that warmth was....lost. He wanted to puke). But what broke the string holding him together, a scar, a scar so familiar it sent him back to the exact moment he witnessed his partner getting it in the first place.
Jazz had weilded that shut himself, they had gotten in a bad scuffle a while back, and with worry he wanted to try and make sure Prowl wouldn't be in too much pain before they could get some proper help.
"Jazz?" Someone called out to him. That was the last thing he remembered.
Now? Now he stood by the halls in which they didn't allow the likes of him inside, the halls in which the scientists worked on. He made a fast dash to the last room, the room one of the scientists told him had the one he was looking for (though he wasn't proud to admit he had perhaps aggressively gotten that answer out of the poor guy). He had a weird unknown blaster weapon with him that he had ripped from the mech suit he was supposed to try out (deep down, he hoped that weapon didn't belong to Prowl. He hoped that he wasn't too late), using that, he blasted the door open hoping that would keep anyone from stopping him from getting inside.
As soon as Jazz layed his eyes on the scene before him; his partner hanging from wires holding him into place, chain keeping him from leaving, mutilated almost beyong recognition save his face, and with a small weak staticked cry from his partner, "Jazz?" the small bit of awarness he had gained back was gone again. All he could do in that moment was to yell, a desperate cry that came from the pits of his lungs.
"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!"
And in another flurry of motions he didn’t have complete control over, he was beating the ever living hell out of the prick who decided it was a good idea to mess with HIS partner! He didn’t even know how long he had been at it until the twisted man he called a boss scratched his face, small bits of blood flowing out. In shock and pain, he grabbed the man by the neck of his shirt and threw him to the otherside of the room. Once he was certain that he wouldn't be getting up again, he turned to face Prowl once more, running and calling out to him as he ran to scoop up his beloved's face, blurting out a mess of an apology.
"I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-"
Oh did the guilt eat him up from the inside, he- he shouldn't have brought him here. Prowl probably hated him right now, but the sudden distant bell of an alarm down the halls had him scrambling to his feet to try and make things right.
Suddenly, as adrenaline slowly faded off, he realised how much damage he had actually taken throughout his rampage, a limp on his left leg catching up to him. Stinging pain on his face and limbs, but he needed to keep moving, they weren't safe yet.
"I have to get you to a safe place," he mumbled, mostly to himself, "and- and then maybe call for help. Oh but who could i even go to?" As he spoke, he started to set Prowl's limbs free from it's chains, gods they were so damaged, he could barely look at the missing parts. But as he worked his way through, he let out small sighs of relief to see that at least, he seemed to not be missing some vital parts. He could still maybe make a run for it, if only he could stall the facility long enough-
"You really shouldn't have...."
Jazz turned in shock, Prowl's voice snapping him out of his panicked haze.
"Prowl..." if he wasn’t crying already, now he certainly was. Gods he fucked up badly.
Not having the courage to face the other just yet, he turned back to the chained leg he had been working on. Prowl didn't seem to have wanted an answer either way, sitting up as he watched the organic do his work (Jazz tried to ignore the missing arm).
As he finished getting rid of the chain, he got up again, letting out a hiss of pain from his injuries (which did not go unnoticed by the mech). Clutching his left side as a bleeding cut let out a terrible stinging sensation which he doesn't think he'll ever get used to, he walked over to the final limb stuck under chains. As he walked over, he briefed over the quick plan he thought of
"Look, i- i know you might not trust me right now-" a huff, almost soundling like a disbeliefing chuckle, was heard from the mech, Jazz ignored it. "But there is a place you can go to and hide, hide- hide until maybe i can get help or- or find a way to send you back-"
"You wouldn't make it that far." Prowl spoke, matter of factly, which got a hit under Jazz's skin
"I know that! Which is why you will make a run for it. There's an exit by the other side of this room where you can leave-"
A sudden realisation hit Prowl. Jazz wasn't planning on coming with him.
And the human nodded, seeming to understand that Prowl finally got what he was saying. As he reached the last final screw to Prowl's chains, he finished off what he was trying to say "I'll keep them busy long enough for you to leave," before he could finish, as the final screw was let lose and Prowl was free to move, he felt himself be lift up from the ground and let out a startled yelp. "Wha- HEY!"
It took Jazz being shoved inside Prowl's cockpit for him to realise that he had been picked up by the mech (maybe a possible concussion he thought to himself). Jazz couldn't even try to jump out as, despite it missing the plating to shut him inside, Prowl placed his servo up to close to exit.
Desperately and confused, Jazz called out, "What are you doing?!"
To be entirely honest, Prowl wasn't sure himself, he was just as confused as the human to his actions, usually so full of logic. This one was acted apon pure emotion. Emotion of fear, anxiety, anger but most importantly
Desperation
Because somehow, this stupid human had his spark between his fingers, and he'd be dammed if he let him get himself killed just for him.
This isn't how he would want to say goodbye
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Thanks again, to my sister who pushed me to write this, and also helped out in some parts!
Might have done more if i could, but it's super late rn lol (it's 4am and our mon will kills us for staying up this late).
Again sorry for any OOC moments, but i hope this was to your enjoyment! Maybe i can do a part 3 to this, but idk enough about how things work to do that, so i let anyone be free to mess around with this :]
Oh my... oh fuck I can't. I just keep thinking about Prowl pressing his palm on his chest even when other humans eventually get to him and start shooting. He's a mess, half of his armor is missing he's probably leaving an energon trail behind him. But he knows that while it would take a lot of bullets to take him down, it would take only one lucky bullet to kill Jazz. I'm. AUGh
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Hey so I've loved your girl!dad snape drabbles and I wanna know if you were able to write a drabble where he finds out his daughter is dating Harry Potter ☺ also if you don't like the idea or whatever I'm not gonna be mad like how some people will get on the internet. I honestly just think it would be funny. Like his daughter just girl the courage to tell her dad she's dating Harry and his face show no emotion but just suddenly get up, find Harry and just. Go. Off. Whether it be in private or in the courtyard of Hogwarts where a lot of students hangout me a while Harry is praying he is still alive after lol
Harry Potter and the Only Brave Boy to Date the Half-Blood Prince's Daughter
Summary: You finally had the courage to tell your dad you’re dating Harry Potter. Now Snape is going to confront him... And Harry is praying, sweating, and seriously reconsidering his life choices.
A/N: Hey hey! Back again. Thanks for the request! My anxiety is still recovering from this one. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Warnings: Intimidation, Power imbalance, Angst, Manipulation, Tension.
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The students hurried out of the classroom, carrying scrolls, bags, anxiety. Some didn’t even notice you waiting by the Potions door. Others did, and looked at you as if you were about to do something forbidden.
Snape came out right behind the last student, his robes billowing as if they too were irritated. Upon seeing you there, he didn’t change his pace or expression.
“Dad,” you said, stepping beside him. “I need to talk to you.”
“Not the time.”
“Just a minute. It’s important.”
“The only thing that matters right now is that you review your defensive spells before the next assessment. A minute lost here is half a point lost there.”
“Dad. Please.”
That made him slow down. Not completely, just enough to give you room.
“Walk while you talk, or don’t talk at all. I don’t have time to spare.”
You kept his pace, like so many times before. He didn’t look at you, but his ear was alert. You took advantage of the slightest opening.
“I’m seeing someone.”
He stopped. So did you. For a heartbeat, nothing moved. The corridor seemed to stretch, a chill crept down your spine.
He turned his head with a slowness that chilled your blood. His expression remained unreadable, but the silence between you grew sharp. But there was something in that silent pause that hurt, and his voice came out tightly controlled.
“Who?”
You hesitated, not because you doubted your choice, but because you knew what your answer would cost.
“Harry,” you said, steadying your voice. “Harry Potter.”
A beat. You watched it flicker—something in his eyes tightening, a shift so minimal anyone else would have missed it. But you knew him. And you felt it: the crack just beneath the surface.
“Since when?”
“Half a term. I wanted to tell you before.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I wanted to be sure it was real.”
Snape took a deep breath, as if even the air had to be restrained to keep him from detonating.
“Go to class.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“If you stay, you’ll lose points. More than you can afford.”
“Dad, please,” you said quietly. “Don’t—don’t make a scene.”
That did something. His lip curled, not into a smile, but something far more unsettling. A slow, venomous twist.
“A scene?” He took a step closer, and his voice dropped even lower, nearly intimate. “I’m not the one who made the mistake.”
“Harry’s not a mistake.”
“No,” he replied coldly. “Mistakes, at the very least, teach you something. Potter is a relapse.”
That hit, like a slap to the chest—and you spoke without thinking:
“I’m not like your ex,” you blurted. “Or whatever that woman was to you.”
He leaned in close. Slowly. His eyes like black blades.
“That woman,” he whispered, “was your so-called boyfriend’s mother. And look at her now.”
He paused. The word caught in his throat, like something he’d rather swallow than admit.
“Dead.”
And the way he said it... He didn’t shout. it wasn’t a reproach. It was a warning.
Then he turned. And walked away—faster now, too fast for you to follow without making a scene yourself. You didn’t need to ask where he was going. You already knew. He was going to find him. And Harry... wasn’t ready.
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The bell had rung a few minutes ago, the classroom doors were open. Dozens of students moved through the corridors, changing classes, talking loudly, laughing, dodging each other.
Snape didn’t stop.
The student tide seemed to part for him with an instinctive sense of evasion—as if even the most clueless recognized the imminent danger.
And there he was. Harry Potter. Coming from the opposite direction, talking with Hermione and Ron, distracted, unaware of what was approaching.
But when Harry looked up and met that unmistakable black figure, he froze for a moment.
He subtly pushed Ron.
“This way,” he whispered urgently.
“What? Class is the other way! What are you—” Ron protested, confused.
But it was too late. Snape was there.
“Granger. Weasley. Move along.”
“But professor, we—” Hermione tried, worried.
“Now.”
The tone was so dry, so absolute, not even Hermione dared protest. She exchanged a look with Harry, who seemed on the verge of hyperventilating. Ron patted his arm like he was saying goodbye for the last time, and they quickly walked away.
They were alone. Harry knew, with absolute certainty, that he was screwed.
“Professor Snape,” he greeted, trying to sound calm.
Snape didn’t wait.
He grabbed Harry’s arm with controlled strength, no attempt to hide the intent, and dragged him through the side corridor. Some students stopped. Others whispered.
Draco Malfoy, passing by with Crabbe and Goyle, didn’t miss the chance.
“Well, Potter. Looks like someone found out your little secret.”
His cronies chuckled behind him.
Snape didn’t stop.
He turned down a less-traveled hallway, and then another narrower one, until the stone walls muffled the noise. He pushed Harry against the wall, trapping him between stone and presence.
Harry’s breath caught mid-chest. He looked at Snape with wide eyes, swallowing, trying to compose his face. He tried.
“Since when?”
The question was clear. Direct.
Harry blinked. A small, awkward smile crept up, forced.
“Since when what, professor?” he asked with feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”
The voice was almost convincing. Almost. Snape didn’t bite. He narrowed his eyes slightly, skeptical.
“Don’t play with me, Potter.”
The tone didn’t rise in volume—but it grew heavier.
Harry looked away, pretending casualness.
“Are you talking about... the Slytherin match? Because that was two weeks ago. And we won. Though the referee was crap, of course. But that’s nothing new...”
The professor raised an eyebrow.
“You think I care about Quidditch?”
“Well, I don’t know… you get pretty intense with the Slytherin team, I thought—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you swallow your broomstick, Potter.”
Harry’s heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his ears. Sweat trickled down his back. He’d faced Death Eaters. Dementors. Unspeakable creatures. But being trapped under that gaze… that was another kind of fear.
Snape stepped closer. And this time, his voice dropped to a near whisper.
“Since. When.”
The pressure in the air grew heavier. Harry swallowed again. Rubbed one palm with the other, nervous. And he knew it. He couldn’t help it. He gave in.
“December.”
Snape stared at him. One second. Two. The moment stretched endlessly.
“Half a term,” he repeated. Not a question. “Half a term of lying.”
Harry clenched his teeth. Everything in him was taut, and of course, Snape noticed.
“It wasn’t out of disrespect,” he tried. “It’s just... she wanted to tell you her way. I... I only—”
“You only were a coward.” Snape looked at him with fury.
“No! I’ve taken care of her, I listen to her, I support her. It was her choice, not mine.”
“Since when have you been obedient?” he hissed. “Tell me, Potter, in what world exactly do you think you’re worthy of my daughter?”
Harry raised his gaze, tense.
“I love her. I respect her. And I’d never hurt her.”
Snape looked at him with pure contempt, as if he’d just said the most pathetic thing imaginable.
“You respect her? You respect your professor’s daughter, knowing exactly what I think of you and your lineage of impulsive, arrogant, mediocre Gryffindors?”
“You don’t know who I am,” Harry said, firmer. “And I’m not my father.”
That was the mistake. Snape stepped even closer. Mere inches.
“No, you’re not,” he said quietly. “James, at least, knew where the bloody line was.”
Harry felt heat rise to his face. He opened his mouth, but Snape raised a hand—silencing him.
“I don’t care what you think you feel. Or how much you ‘admire’ her. Or if you write her poorly rhymed poems. What I care about is this: my daughter is not your cure, Potter. She’s not here to make you feel like a better man. She’s not your bloody redemption arc. And she’s definitely not your ticket to cleaning up your father’s mess.”
Harry clenched his fists. His jaw too. But he didn’t speak. There was a knot in his stomach. He didn’t know whether saying something would make it worse—or staying silent.
Then Snape averted his gaze briefly, as if considering a possibility.
“You know, Potter?” he began, in a distracted tone. “There are a few potions I’ve had to remove from the supply shelves this year. Subtle substances—some cause disorientation, ruin your focus for days, or cause mild paralysis in the worst cases. A few drops in your pumpkin juice and you’d forget how to tie your shoes. Oddly, not all of them leave a trace. And some... are nearly undetectable when dosed correctly.”
Harry turned pale.
“Are you... threatening me?”
Snape smiled. This time, truly. Slowly. With razor-edged satisfaction.
“No. I’m illustrating. So you can contemplate the possible outcomes... when someone like me decides someone like you is a bad idea.”
Snape stepped back slightly. And measured him again. “I want you to end it.”
Harry clenched his jaw. “I’m not going to do that.” His green eyes didn’t tremble like before, but they were still full of fear.
“Then this is very simple. If you dare touch her. If you hurt her. If you dare repeat history...” He said it dryly, watching him with steady, unblinking eyes. “I won’t kill you, Potter. I’ll make you wish I would.”
Before turning, he added without expression:
“Don’t drink anything you didn’t prepare yourself. And watch your intentions. You’re officially under observation.”
Without another word, he turned. The swish of his robes was the only sound in the hallway.
Harry stood there. Still. Breathing slowly. With the metallic taste of fear in his mouth, his thoughts in disarray, and the sinking feeling that this wasn’t the last time.
For the first time in a long time, he thought that facing a basilisk was just as bad—or worse—than dating Severus Snape’s daughter.
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what are all of mommy!hwa's rules for his baby? we know a couple for sure but i feel like he has wayyy more
➯a/n: wow i love that someone asked this because YES, yes he does. and he expects his baby to know them letter by letter, no excuses. i included drabbles for some of them because i literally physically cannot stop myself when it comes to this au
Mommy Hwa's Rules
(and the subsequent punishments for breaking them...)

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader
Baby Series !
♡'・ᴗ・'♡genre: yandere, headcanon + drabble style
♫Baby Playlist♫
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: dude where do i even start — if you're reading this you probably know how fucked up mommy hwa is so just buckle up for the same messed up show honestly😭, captivity, extremely controlling behavior, physical and mental punishment (re: mind breaking), mental isolation, mentions of violence, spanking, force feeding medication, stockholm syndrome, non sexual nudity, mentions of past drugging, ptsd, insecurity, mommy hwa's mental instability

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind.
🚫MINORS🚫
✧No eye contact with others. You didn't have this privilege for a long time — and then you did! And almost immediately lost it again when you looked to Mingi beggingly for help. It keeps you separated from the members. From the bribed staff. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and one look into yours makes it harder to ignore what's happening. It's better for everyone if you just keep your eyes to yourself. Besides, Seonghwa is the only one who should be looking into his Baby's soul. If you get caught, into the corner. If you can't keep your eyes where they belong, you don't get to look at anything. Usually it's only for an hour.
But once, it was for an entire week — only let up to eat and use the bathroom and sleep. You and Mingi got caught making eye contact while planning an escape. You're lucky you didn't end up like poor Mingi, bruised and battered. But still; you thought your knees would never be the same after kneeling for so long. Thank goodness for Choi San. He probably saved your ability to walk.
San caved on day two. You were still headstrong and taking your punishment like a damn champ — kneeling with your weight on your knees like Seonghwa forced you to —but he could see the way you were wobbling from time to time. How your hands were fidgeting at your sides, your brain desperate for any stimulation as you stared at the corner.
When Seonghwa stood up and went to fold some laundry, San all but dived off of the couch and fell next to you. "Here," he offered his cupped hands with a whisper, "take the pressure off your knees." You only blinked for a moment as you looked at his hands. Wondering if this was some kind of trick that Hwa had put him up to. "Please, I can't stand to watch you sit there one more second like this. Let me cushion you while he's gone."
Remember your manners. "Thank you, Sannie," you whisper back as you shakily lift your knees and let his hands slip between them and the hardwood.
✧Sleep in Mommy's arms. It doesn't matter if you thrash, if you kick or bite, if you sob so violently you shake the bed. He will simply just wait until you wear yourself out trying to fight out of his arms snake-like lock around your waist. He doesn't mind. As long as he gets to have you in his arms. He can't sleep any other way. He doesn't mind, sure, but it's still a relief when you stop your every night struggles and settle into a more peaceful routine.
✧Be quiet when there's a camera rolling, especially if it's live. By the time he started live streaming around you, he didn't need to put any repercussions in place. You were just happy that you didn't have to be stuck in the hall with the "meanie" bodyguard or manager. You got to stay in your safe little corner of his world and play; as long as you do so quietly. If you need something, you can just wave your hand and he will see it — because he's always got his peripherals on you.
✧Have a bath or shower everyday, but never on your own. After your first night, he said he'd let you do it alone — and he did. For two days. Then he had to bust in the door when you weren't responding; you were so tired and numb that you had the water scalding hot and nearly burning your skin and passed out from the mixture of exhaustion and sweating. No more private showers, Baby. You could have hit your head!
While Seonghwa is washing his face and doing his skincare at the sink in the morning, you're free to wash yourself up in the shower. He had set the temperature and checked it, and then checked again, making sure — double sure that it's appropriate. He always does. He's terrified that you'll pass out again from the heat even if he's right there. Even if you haven't since the first time. He can never be too careful when it comes to his precious Baby.
If you don't have one in the morning, if you just get cleaned up with him at the sink, you have one at night. Usually, he joins you. He's a tad bit less strict with the temperature because he's within reach to change it or catch you. If you want it a little bit hotter, especially in the winter — he lets it slide. He wants you to be happy and comfortable, after all.
Seonghwa loves to wash your hair. It's up there with rubbing your face after applying your skincare as his favorite things in the world. He buys shampoo and conditioner just for your hair type and he made sure that it's tear free; even though he's still very careful not to get any in your eyes. You actually come to appreciate and even enjoy it.
He's always taken a long time in the bathroom, and with you it's even longer to the point where San and Mingi have had to go to the others apartments to wash up. And while Seonghwa apologizes for the inconvenience, he says in the same exact breath that he has to make sure you're taken good care of — so... Sorry, not sorry. His Baby comes first.
✧No PG13 or above rated things. And nothing scary at all past dinner time, even if it's for kids. He doesn't want you to have nightmares! You already have enough of those as it is... He allows you to read the Goosebumps books that Jongho gifted you, as long as you clear your mind of the spooky stories before it's time for bed. If he catches you watching a scary movie, anything of the sort that isn't a cartoon, you'll be losing the privilege to watch things on your own for a good while.
✧Take your medicine. Birth control and vitamins, whatever else you take, everyday. If you don't want to, if you're afraid he's switched the pills — too bad. He'll shove them in your mouth and hold your nose closed until you have no choice but to swallow them if you want to keep breathing. He just wants to keep his Baby healthy!
✧Eat. Simple. Isn't it? But you're still sometimes afraid that Seonghwa will slip something into your food in the early days. He won't make you clear your plate; if you aren't that hungry he won't force you to get a bellyache by making you eat everything. But at least have some — at least have half, something! And on the other hand, you're always welcome to seconds or a snack before bed if you're still hungry. He just wants his Baby to be healthy and well-fed. You aren't leaving the table until you have at least some food.
"It's almost time for bed." You whisper from across the table, looking at the analog clock under the TV before he taps the table and brings your eyes back. "Sorry, Mommy..."
"It's okay, Baby. Are you tired?"
"Yeah..."
"Then eat. And we can get ready for bed," he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looks between you and the now-cold plate. "I won't let you go to bed on an empty stomach."
You were so tired. So tired — and hungry. He hadn't drugged you since the first night, but sometimes when he cooked out of your sight you were still afraid that you'd wake up the next morning with heaviness of drugs in your muscles.
"Can-" You decide to finally cave as the sleepiness weighs your eyelids down, "can you heat it up, please?"
"Of course, Baby."
✧Someone has to be with you no matter where you go, and he has to know where that is. If you want to play with Big Bear, you're going to let him know. If you want to nap in Ming or Wooyoungie's bed, tell him before hand. And if at any point he doesn't know where you've gone to, you're getting spanked when he finds you. Then you aren't leaving his sight for a long time.
✧Use a sippy cup or a straw. While he says it's because he doesn't want you to accidentally spill something — it's really because he knows that it makes you feel little. And making you feel little helps him keep you in check.
✧If you address him, it's "Mommy." And if it's not that, don't say it. Seonghwa, Hwa, "Hey, Asshole! I'm talking to you" — the only thing he might let slip is "Hwaseong" or "Mars", because that means you're happy enough to call him by a cute nickname. Other than that, he's not going to respond to you. Cold shoulder until you come to your senses and call him what he is: "Mommy."
✧You shouldn't have lots of junk food. It's not good for you, it should be occasional. Especially candy, that should only be had when you've been good. If he catches you trying to sneak some, he'll probably just scold you for not asking for a snack instead of junk. But you, in your childlike state of mind, love junky snacks! And some of the members know that; so they sneak you some. Yunho and Yeosang, mostly. You can eat whatever you want while at their apartment and they won't tell him. Wooyoung is much braver. He likes to spoil you and he has no qualms doing it right infront of Seonghwa. He can't fight very well, but he will bite the man if he tries to stop him — and they both know it. Wooyoung helps you break this rule without getting you in trouble.
The knock on the bedroom door makes you look up quickly, your puzzle abandoned as Wooyoung peeks his head in. "Hey, Kiddo."
You're currently on lock down for accidentally forgetting to tell Seonghwa you were going to nap in Mingi's room. If Seonghwa doesn't go somewhere, neither do you. If he goes to another room, so do you. He has you essentially sewn at the hip. And he isn't leaving the room a lot on purpose, you all know it. He's scared to lose track of you again, and it's a form of punishment for forgetting something so monumental.
"Wooyoungie!"
"Catch!"
"Yay!" From his spot on the floor across from you, helping with the puzzle, Seonghwa looks up and immediately frowns. Wooyoung threw you a bag of chips, and then a very sugary drink to go with it.
"Wooyoung-" He goes to scold the man, only to be met with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever from you. He stops, knowing he's been defeated already. "I told you to stop spoiling her," he sighs as he opens the drink for you anyways.
You had been through this song and dance a good few times. Wooyoung would throw some junk or candy to you, say he got it just for you and how it shouldn't go to waste. And then you'd piggy-back, saying it would be rude for you not to eat the snacks; because Wooyoungie went out of his way for you.
You were taking up too many of the man's habits for Seonghwa's liking. "You're infecting my precious Baby with bad habits. This is the last time." It won't be the last time.
✧No news. The world is too scary for his Baby! And he doesn't want you reminded that there's an outside world to begin with... Little does he know, San tells you some headlines everyday. If he did know, both of you would be in for a very bad time.
✧Keep your promises. He does! So he expects it from you as well. "I promise I'll be good", "I promise I won't do it again", "I promise I won't try to run, I just wanna go outside". If you break a promise, don't expect him to take your words at face value again. He'll be paranoid (more so than usual), and he'll be stricter; just to see how well you actually mean what you say. If you promise that you'll fold all of your clothes, and you don't put your socks together — he'll take that as a broken promise and make you do it all over again.
✧Don't talk about before. AKA: don't mention life before you were "brought home". You got accustomed to this one very quickly, because Seonghwa gets mad when you mention something like how you miss your job or your friends. And Seonghwa is scary when he's mad.
✧No bad words. You don't need them to express yourself. Plus, you're so precious — he can't stand to hear your little voice saying naughty words. Curse words, yes, but also "hate." He, ironically, hates that word. Automatic ten spanks, then and there. It doesn't matter who's around or what the context was. His Baby shouldn't be saying such vile things.
"-no, you liked it? I hated that movie." Seonghwa's head whips around at the sound of your voice. Quiet and distant, but he heard it. Oh, he heard it.
Mingi's heart drops to his feet as Hwa stops talking to him and sets his focus on you. He didn't hear it, but he was sure whatever you said had to have been bad to make Seonghwa's Baby senses start tingling.
They are taking a break. Spread out across the dance room. You're sitting in your corner still, speaking with Yeosang. "I didn't think the princess was-"
"Baby?"
Now your heart drops. Searching for whatever it is you did wrong to make him upset. You don't even remember you said the cursed word, it came out so naturally. "M-mommy?"
"What did you say?"
"We're jus' talking about movies, M-"
"Get over here. And don't make me count."
✧Respect your things. Your toys, clothes, crayons, pacifiers, ect. If you want to throw a tantrum and throw, rip, or break things — expect them to be taken away for a while. "If you can't appreciate it, you lose it." The only exceptions are your comfort items, which he's promised never to take.
✧Good behavior gets rewarded. Just like an actual child, it's important that Seonghwa's Baby doesn't only get punished for bad behavior, but rewarded for good. How else will you learn? If you've been particularly docile, done something sweet unprompted, or just been a good girl in general; he will let you know how much he appreciates that. Extra TV time, a late bedtime, your pick from the little bucket of candy.
✧Don't talk bad about yourself. Even when you feel stupid or ugly or angry with yourself, there's healthier ways to deal with it than talking down to yourself. He's been there! And it breaks his heart more than it makes him angry — he isn't angry at all, actually! He's devastated that his beautiful, precious, Baby has those thoughts about herself. He's going to sit with you facing the mirror and list every single thing that he loves about you, inside and out until you crack a smile. Even if it takes hours. He can do it for hours if he has to, and he won't repeat a single thing. Every thing added to the list is something you've didn't hear yet that day. And even though it shouldn't, it makes you feel loved. It makes you feel better.
✧Remember your manners. It seems a simple enough rule. One you even had before you were his captive brought home. "Please", "thank you", always respond when someone's talking to you; especially if it's your Mommy. It's simple enough. But you had trouble with it in the early days because by Seonghwa's standards — saying "I love you" back is considered manners. If you break this rule, he's fair with you. Makes you write down all of your manners, including "I love you, Mommy" at least twenty times — at the very least. If you're a repeat offender, five spanks.
"C'mere, Baby," he pulls you from the floor where you were coloring, trying to forget all of your troubles. He settles you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin as he cradles you to his chest.
He doesn't say anything else for a while. He just holds you while the television fills the silence. But neither of you are listening.
He does this kind of often, actually. Just holds you quietly. Keeping you tucked away in his arms like keeping you tucked away from the world isn't enough. To him, it really isn't. He always needs more. More reassurance that you're his and his alone.
"I love you, Baby."
Remember your manners. Is the first thing you think. You know that you should say it back to save yourself the hassle. But you don't feel like it today. You're extra grumpy with him for whatever reason.
"Baby," he hums, pulling back to look at you, "I love you." He says again with his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
Actually, on second thought, you don't feel like writing lines or getting spanks. "I love you, too, Mommy."
✧Don't try to run away. You don't want to know what will happen.
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Poly!plastics x sassy!reader
A usually quiet reader now sassy towards everyone but their girlfriends and the plastics are loving it
"Prince Charming"
|| poly!plastics x sassy!nonbinary!reader
|| Warnings; short drabble, brief swearing, guy tries to flirt with the plastics, brief almost misgendering moment, reader insulting the guy
|| Summary; when a guy tries to flirt with the plastics, reader takes control of the situation.
Requests open!
Started; November 6th
Finished; November 6th
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This was not the you the plastics had come to know. Usually, you were quite quiet. They weren't sure what had gotten into you recently and honestly? It was hot. You'd gone from quiet to sassy and witty in just a few short days. Gretchen was sure it was because they were rubbing off on you. Regina didn't care for the reason, she was just taking it all in. Finding it rather amusing. While Karen didn't really know what was going on, other than you were talking a whole lot more than you used to.
Lunch today started off calm. You were sitting next to Regina like you usually did, Gretchen and Karen across from you. Holding hands and giggling about something you weren't sure of. That's when some idiot decided to be brave today. He walked right over to the table, buddies laughing and nudging each other in the background. His eyes roamed the four of you as he grinned. Trying to seem more charming than he really was.
"Hey, ladies~ and uh, Y/N." He added the last bit awkwardly, seeming to remember from Regina's glare that you were nonbinary. You held back a laugh and have Regina a thankful smile.
"Whatever it is, go away. We're busy." Regina gestured to the four of them with both hands. They weren't all that busy, really it was just simple conversations. With no topics being particularly important. Regina was clearly just trying to get him to leave them alone.
"Oh come on, don't got room for one more?" He asked, trying to sit down next to you. Regina's sharp glare and possessive grip around your waist made him think twice.
"Oh absolutely not." You made a fake gagging sound, earning a laugh from Gretchen and Regina. Karen looked a little concerned, having thought it was real.
"Baby, you okay?" Karen asked, you glanced at her and gave her a subtle nod. She seemed to relax a bit after that.
You looked back at the guy and stood, giving him a once over as you folded your arms across your chest. "Your clothes are tacky, your hair style is- just, wow really? Hope you didn't pay for that. And the fake "prince charming" trick? Also, why do all men feel the need to lower their voices?" You looked back at your girls, Gretchen and Karen both looked stunned as you just clocked this guy. With no hesitation or stutter. Regina meanwhile, was laughing her ass off. Oh she wished she recorded that. Wherever you seem to have gotten your newly found sass from... she was not complaining.
The guy was at a total lost for words. Mouth opening and then closing again serval times, trying to come up with at least some comeback.
"Ugh, close your mouth. I can smell your breath from here." You scoffed, settling yourself back down next to Regina. Regina grinned as you sat with her, her arm going back around your waist and pulling you impossibly close. She kissed the crook of your neck softly. Gently nibbling on the spot as she hummed.
As for him, he stood there for a moment. Before walking back to his table, head down and tail between his legs. Even his buddies looked a little stunned by everything they just overheard you say. Cause damn.
"That was so hot." Regina murmured against your skin, the feeling of her breath sending shivers down your spine. Gretchen nodded in agreement.
"Literally like so cool!" Gretchen replied, you smiled at them. Finding yourself relax under Regina's touches.
"I'll keep that in mind." You were almost hoping there would be another moment like that. You just wanted to show off to your girls now.
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Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3
(THIS IS NOT STUDENT X TEACHER, READER IS NOT A STUDENT!)
Personally, I think it’s an actual crime there isn’t more teacher!sukuna content out there. I’ve only ever seen one fan art of it, and ever since I’ve been scrounging around on my hands and knees to find more
So m’ gonna just do it myself 🙏
-!! [AFAB + AMAB] READER (HC’s involving reader’s bodily autonomy have both a female and male vers. → brief smut drabble at the end) [everyone's in on this one👏]
-!! Reader is a rather powerful sorcerer
-!! CW: Slight possessiveness (mainly for the short smut at the end → overstimulation, dacryphilia, slight size kink(?), mention of double cocks for og form Sukuna)
-!! Veeeery slight nod to manga spoiler if you squint. If you don’t know it 99% certain you won’t pick up on it
-!! Sukuna being a bit of a softy for his SO
3k+ words
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Awhile (around a good few centuries) ago, Ryomen Sukuna came to the conclusion that no, this was in fact not the way he wanted to live his life. He decided to put everything behind him; the bloodshed, the death, the massacres, and cannibalisms— (okay maybe that stayed the same)— all the things that essentially made his staple as the King of Curses. He’s a changed curse, he swears it. Honestly? Human food? Not that bad. Kinda worth changing his world view for
With a changed work ethic, and a changed heart, Ryomen Sukuna made the conscious decision to become a teacher, — specifically a teacher in sorcery
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Ryomen Sukuna works at Jujutsu Tech,-- the infamous King of Curses, who predominantly spends most of his days helping ungrateful brats obtain the necessary skills to kill his kind
→”No, you thick-skinned brat, you’re doing it all wrong!”
“I’m sorry, Sukuna-sensei! I’m trying,--.. I really am! Could you maybe go over it one more time–”
“No! You’re going to die all alone as your friends are tortured mercilessly!”
“How could you say that…” 🥺
Following the fateful passing of Yuji Itadori’s grandpa, the poor kid awakened as a sorcerer with a rather nasty supply of cursed energy; a complete abnormality with an aura suspiciously like that of a certain Ryomen Sukuna…
→ “The little brat is not living with me”
“Awh, c’mon Sukuna-!! The kid’s a ticking time bomb to disaster, he needs help controlling his cursed energy, and who better to help than the amazing King of Curses himself!”
“Shut up, Satoru Gojo.”
“Ohoho~... looks like someone isn’t happy to become a single mother~~”
“What-!? Single moth– fool, you yourself are a single mother”
“...oh, yeah. Hehe… 😚”
“I hate it here…😒”
Now, with the additional burden of personally attending to Yuji Itadori, there was only one thing keeping Ryomen Sukuna from completely imploding:
You. His partner, his lover, his spouse, his anchor,-- the only source of light in his miserable, cursed life, – the sole person keeping him from reverting back to his old, murderous ways.
Meeting a few years back, the ancient curse could’ve sworn the world got a dozen shades lighter the second his eyes landed on your form in the Tokyo crowd. Where everyone was actively moving away from his looming, intimidating hulk of a body, you looked at him with eyes void of the fear reflected off so many others.
You approached him with interest, recognizing his unmistakable aura for that of the King of Curses, – and, to his utmost shock, – you proceeded to have a perfectly normal, civilized conversation with him. Never once did you look at him like you would a monster. Every time he’d get lost in those eyes of yours, never once did he find anything short of pure love and affection. It was sickeningly sweet.
There on a mission, you introduced yourself as a fellow Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Ryomen Sukuna could’ve sworn he’d heard your name before: rather infamous with the higher-ups, you were a well-respected sorcerer. That only aided to his immense confusion: why would a sorcerer of such high esteem and all around regard even remotely think talking to him, the King of Curses, was a good idea?
Absolutely flabbergasted and entranced from your first encounter, Ryomen Sukuna was practically completely at your mercy. It took very little for you to simply haul him over your shoulder and take him wherever; he’d soon become akin to a lost puppy with you.
Ryomen Sukuna is absolutely down-horrendous with his emotions. Hah, communication? Never heard of her.
He’s never felt this deep for anyone before, and it terrifies him to no end. You terrify him to no end,-- the amount of power you have over him could be almost comical.
At the start, he flat out avoided you altogether. Anytime he’d see you on campus he’d immediately start in the opposite direction. Anytime you’d attempt to strike up a conversation something would come up,-- he’d have to go somewhere, or the brats had gotten themselves in trouble again. And when Satoru Gojo found out about his little “crush”... oh boy, the teasing was lethal.
It wasn’t long before he craved your touch, and Ryomen Sukuna started to enter withdrawal from your presence. You were brutal, the poison continuously being pumped into his veins, – which was extra ironic, considering he was after all the King of Poisons, – how the actual hell did he end up in such a position? What have you done to him?
Man, he was cooked.
With a lot of time, and a heck of a lot of patience, did the curse finally allow himself to reveal more of himself to you.
It’s never been easy, – even after you two were married did Ryomen Sukuna still suck absolute ass at communicating his wants.
He craved your attention, your gaze, your approval. You were the drug that he simply couldn’t get enough of.
He’s not good with words, – in the past everything was just handed to him, – he had no clue how to actually work for someone’s affection.
Please be patient with him, – he’s trying, he really is 🥺. No matter how much he denies it, no matter how much he complains he hates being dependent on someone, no matter how much he claims how meaningless love is, you both know deep down these feelings of deep admiration and affection aren’t one sided. Sometimes, that fact alone can get you through even his most frustrating of times. He pushes you away because he feels guilty, but almost immediately does he regret his actions and desire your presence more than anything. The things you do to him
He lost his original form centuries ago, abandoning it after his near fatal confrontation with the sorcerers of the Heian Era. Gravely wounded, he absolved to staying hidden, laying low in the shadows. Sometimes he wished he still had that form, – still had his four arms, his two faces– he felt stronger, prettier in that body. Despite how much you told him how beautiful his current, two-armed form was, he wonders if you would’ve liked his original form– what it could do, how it could please your body. (But most of all he missed his two massive cocks to shove deep inside you–)
Ryomen Sukuna is very insecure about his image as the feared “King of Curses”. He’d be seen as weak, like he’d gone soft, – if anyone found out about you. That did little to deter you from showering him with your affections though <3 Even if he struggled to receive such affections–:
“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing–”
“What? Am I not allowed to visit my darling husband at his job?”
“No- ..! Who exactly do you think you are, you can’t just waltz into wherever to embarrass me–” You were in an empty classroom in what would be the normal time for lunch. The students would be out eating, so it was only you and him.
“Is that really all you think I do? Embarrass you?” You fought to conceal the pained expression threatening to bubble up to the surface.
“Yes! Do you know what they’ll think of me if they see me with you? He snaps angrily
“Are you.. Ashamed of me?” You blink
“What-? No, of course not” His face contorts into a scowl
“Then why can’t people see me with you?!”
“That’s not what I meant–” He hisses
“Yeah?” you retort, “then, what did you mean by that?”
“I–....” Ryomen Sukuna only ever seems to find himself short of words with you
Nodding curtly, “I’ll take my leave then” you make your way to the door
“Wait-” you pause, he hated seeing you upset. It made him feel hopeless, it made him feel weak. “tsk, nevermind. Leave then”
Huffing, you step out the door. Your second foot never even leaves the threshold before you’re lifted up by a pair of strong arms.
“Gah-! Ryomen– what the hell?!”
“Shut up.” the curse growls, placing you down on the nearest desk with a surprising gentleness, “just shut up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck
You smile, accustomed to his brazenness, knowing this was him succumbing to his own affections for you.
“I’ll be quieter next time.”
“Mmm… don’t be”
“Oh?” you quirk an eyebrow, “are you no longer embarrassed of being seen with me?”
“No,” he grumbles, “if any pathetic worm dares to utter something against me, I’ll cleave their head off”
Chuckling, “charming”
“I’ll do it for you too” that part he whispers, so low you almost miss it. Almost.
“Awh, you’d slaughter anyone putting dirt on my name? And they say romance is dead 🥰”
“Shut the hell up.”
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Sukuna Ryomen would have a special ringer set for you in his phone so whenever you’d text him he’d know it was you
He never responds to anyone’s texts,-- anyone’s that’s not yours.
The second he hears that notification that man is immediately scrolling. It took him years to figure out how to work a telephone,-- and he still kinda sucks at it. So it takes him a while to respond, – he’s just a slow typer :)
He’ll be in the middle of sparring with Yuji for his training when he’ll hear your notification and swiftly whip out his phone, – still in the middle of fighting. Poor Yuji will still be sweating his ass off trying his very diddly darn hardest to land a singular punch and he won't even glance up from his phone 😭
It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, – the guy could be in the middle of fighting a Special Grade and he’d start texting you about what he wants for dinner while simultaneously throwing slashes 😟
Not big on PDA, – but alone? Man, you can’t get the bastard off you, – blud’s clingier than a kitten 😭he just really likes being nice and snuggled up in your arms
Alone, will often call you, – regardless of gender, – doll, (whore), sweetheart (if you’re not being a pain in the ass), – possessive lil’ shit and likes to add ‘my’ in front of any pet name, just to enforce the fact that you’re his.
Calls you karasu –(Japanese word for raven)
Sukuna Ryomen is incredibly picky with what he eats, (unless it’s your ass–) – he needs his meals done in a very specific way, otherwise he’s just not eating. It needs to be your meals too. If bro forgets to bring lunch or you don’t have time to make one for him he just starves. He’s an absolute menace when hangry– super grumpy. None of the students can stand him hungry, – and he refuses to defile his delicate palette with fast food of all horrible things
You got some of those cute cookie cutters for sandwiches and gave him little star sandwiches one day for his lunch. Mans was over the fucking moon. His ass refuses to ever eat another sandwich again unless its cut into cute lil’ shapes 🤏🥺
Be careful if you ever decide to visit him at work after a certain amount of times, cuz he will make you useful: using you as a sparring partner, giving you chores, making an example out of you to the other students.
You’re strong enough to hold your own against the King of Curses in a quick spar, – which really only means you won’t get immediately eviscerated upon throwing hands.
You’re strong, but nowhere near as strong as Ryomen Sukuna.
He’d only give you a cocky smirk, telling you to hurry up and lock in. You stare at the expecting faces of Megumi, Nobara and Yuji – who you naturally have grown a rather close bond to, being around each other so often. He gives you a reassuring thumbs up, smiling with an expectant glamor. You gulp, glancing back at your husband who has the most shit-eating grin on his face. Oh, you were cooked.
You manage to successfully dodge at least two strong attacks before being thrown onto your ass, the wind knocked out of you. Huffing, you scramble up, irritation giving you newfound determination. The King only raises an eyebrow at you.
You explode into a sprint, dashing up behind him, seemingly catching him off-guard. You lean in real close to his ear, whispering in a sultry tone:
“Your shoelace is untied”
“What, I’m not even wearing shoelaces–” and he gets thrown into the nearest tree, snapping it in half.
“Hahah!!”
“No way, Sukuna just got his ass handed to him!” Nobara exclaims, grinning
“That was so cool!” gushes Yuji, sending a wave of pride flowing through you at his excitement.
It is short lived, as your husband comes up behind you, glaring with a burning passion in his eyes.
“You totally beat him up, you sent him flying–” Megumi slaps a hand to Yuji’s mouth, his rambling getting choked off with a “mmph-!”
His smile is laced with dynamite as Sukuna dismisses the students early. Confused, but mostly relieved, the trio scurry away, Nobara and Yuji shouting cheery goodbyes over their shoulders.
Only you were close enough to see the raging lust in the King of Curse’s many eyes. His gaze rakes over your body, tensed in a fight or flight state, predatory. You swallow, hard, chuckling nervously, “Heheheh…”
Oh man, you were so horribly, undoubtedly cooked.
(short smut begins below line)
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[AFAB vers.]
Sukuna is brutal, hips smashing against yours, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone,
“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?”
“h..*hic*..huh-?”
“Tsk,” he grunts, slamming himself particularly hard into your leaking heat, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain
“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the teacher’s desk– his desk– in his empty classroom, – only being held by Sukuna’s deadly grip. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*”
“You can,... and. you. will.” he punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white.
Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..?
You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, a look of pure bliss on your face.
Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his long, cursed life.
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[AMAB vers.]
Sukuna is cruel, hips smashing against your ass, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. He fucks you, bent over the desk, – his desk, in his empty classroom,-- and shaking like a pathetic mutt. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone,
“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?”
“h..*hic*..huh-?”
“Tsk,” he grunts, large hand closing around your swollen, throbbing cock. Your eyes widen in horror as he begins to jerk you off at a grueling pace, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain
“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the desk only held by Sukuna’s torso. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*”
“You can,... and. you. will.” He punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, syncing with a violent pump to your cock, limpand emptied out. “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white.
Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. You're so drained, already milked dry, a few meager squirts of cum dripping from your cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..?
You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, the look of utter worship on your face enough for him to harden once again inside of you.
Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his tedious, damned life.
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Sukuna brain-rot goes hard-!! He's such a goofy lil' guy, I love him :3
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Dunno if u have seen it but I’d really love ur version of the NSFW alphabet for Spencer Reid
(Not sure if that really counts as a Drabble or a super long headcanon. I tried to go thru ur blog and I didn’t see where u had done 1 before!!)
ON IT!!!
doing it with sub!spencer ofc<3
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): super sleepy and cuddly, just wants you to hold him and kiss him and play with his hair. also goes borderline nonverbal, just wants to be in your company.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his favourite body part on himself is honestly probably his brain ngl BUT otherwise i'd say his hair, he takes good care of his hair and takes the time to make sure it looks nice so i'd say his hair. as for on you probably your hips or eyes, your eyes is the answer he tells people but actually he just loves gripping your hips and pinching the fatty skin there and placing kisses on your hipbones.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): loves cumming in you. so much. but also loves cumming on you, more specifically cumming on your pussy after fucking you, the way it looks running over you just making his head spin.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): pervert. not a creepy pervert but still a pervert. will stick around if he walks in on you changing, stare at your boobs and ass when he thinks you don't see him, shamefully touches your underwear for longer than he should when he's doing laundry, will spend a good while scanning your body while you sleep, especially if you're wearing shorts or a tank top.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): not experienced. has no idea what he's doing. he tries his best and learns fast but he needs a lot of guidance and care but he prefers you taking control anyway.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): cowgirl. nothing beats getting ridden in his mind, the sight of you on top of him, your boobs bouncing with each thrust and the way you gripped his waist.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): i wouldn't say he's serious but he's not humorous either, whenever your touching him he just becomes a moaning mess and can hardly think for himself, just completely lost in the pleasure.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): not shaved bald but definitely trimmed, if not for your benefit then definitely for his own.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): soooo lovey, just holding you and kissing you and snuggling into you and telling you that he loves you and thanking you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): definitely jerks off a lot when you're apart because he just gets really sexually frustrated without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): mommy kink!!!
L = Location (favorite places to do the do): bed first, always, it's just more private and intimate but he also likes it on the couch but that's more of a spur of the moment thing.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): anything and everything. you smiled at him? horny. kissed him? extra horny. hugged him? horny. literally anything you do can get him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): blindfolds on him for obvious reasons, also domming, he just can't do it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): giving all the way!!! even if he's not that good at it he puts his heart and soul into it. more often than not he gets carried away and forgets he's trying to get you to cum bcs he just loves to taste you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): loves it fast but not too rough if that makes sense? like he doesn't wanna hurt afterwards and whenever he's on top he just gets so caught up that he can't help but fuck you desperately.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): likes them a lot and however often you're up for it, especially before work. definitely walks into that building with a real pep in his step after a quickie in the morning.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): definitely game to experiment with a lot of things you wanna try, but nothing too crazy like he wouldn't be into slapping or extreme bondage, but a little tying up he's game for.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): not many. he gets easily overwhelmed and overstimulated bcs he's just so sensitive. can go three rounds at very best.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't own toys himself but if you do he uses them on you, more specifically if you had a vibrator he'd use it on you when you're tired. also let's you use a vibrator on him, the feeling of it pressed to his tip making him cum embarrassingly fast. not to forget pegging, would let you peg him or use a dildo on him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not at all, you're more the one to tease him but he doesn't have enough patience or self control to tease you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): very loud and doesn't even realise it, he just gets so lost in his own mind that he can't even hear himself.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): loves being bitten by you, not aggressively enough that it hurts too bad but if he was on top and you bit into his shoulder when you came he'd definitely follow quick after.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): around 7 inches, not too thick but not too thin either, curved upwards slightly, the prettiest pink tip and not overly veiny but definitely a few. also i feel like he has pretty nipples idc.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): very high, needy alllllll the time like could go at it at the drop of a hat it doesn't matter what time of day he could be rock hard in seconds for you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): pretty quickly depending on the time, if it was one of those morning quickies ofc he can't but otherwise he tries to stay awake but never manages to actually stay awake that often.
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I Hope - A Terry Richmond Drabble Part 1
Phew y'all I'm so nervous! I wrote this short drabble with "I Hope" by Lizzie Berchie on repeat. It's such a hypnotic song (yearners beware!)
Wrote this for the ones seeking something a little softer, sweeter with Terry. Chile idk how to do the tags. But OC Savannah is Black.
I haven't written anything in soooo long but writing this made me feel so good so I hope you like it. Lol please don't expect anything from me in the future I'm just throwing my hat in the ring.
Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)
Very much safe for work! | 1k+ words | Fluff
[PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]
There is something special
I don't wanna miss it
I'm feeling celestial
You touching my spirit
You touching my spirit
Terry lowered himself on the balls of his feet. His black socks in contrast with the cream-colored rug he was on. He met Savannah at eye level as she sit at the edge of the bed. His eyes were a world of intent, passion and care. He searched her dark brown ones. They were ones filled with yearning and timid anticipation. The only sounds in the room Terry cared about were Savannah’s. Her breathing for one. They were shaky, shallow breaths. He and Savannah had had so many conversations prior to this moment, to assure her that they’d take things at her pace. That he wouldn’t step out or look for anyone else, just because she needed to go slower than he was used to. No one else was on his mind, only her. He was utterly and totally ruined by the woman in front of him. His heart was hers only. And he needed her to know that. He needed to show her — slowly and steadily.
Terry bent forward, cupping Savannah’s face in his hands. She leaned into his left hand and gave him a small smile.
“Hi,” Savannah said aloud, trying her damndest not to break eye contact.
“Hey,” Terry said mirroring Savannah’s smile, only he had more crinkles in his eyes.
The two let out a short laugh. Savannah broke her self-started staring contest and looked away. But Terry’s eyes never left Savannah. Returning her attention to Terry, she couldn’t help but be bashful and blush. Savannah felt the heat rush to her cheeks and knew Terry could too. He began to move his lips side to side, as if trying to stifle a…smile? A laugh?
“What?” Savannah chuckled. She was eyeing him more intently now, while he was the one to be evasive. “ What?” Savannah said again raising an eyebrow. When their gazes met yet again, Savannah felt a bolt of electricity zip through her body.
“It’s you,” Terry said. “I just—you really do blush orange.” The two laughed together. Savannah thought back to when she’d shared that tidbit with him. That under her deep brown skin, the neutral undertones gave way to the hue, to her tell.
Terry thumbed small circles on Savannah’s right cheek. It was a way to keep the both of them in the moment, a reminder that this moment was real.
“I do,” Savannah admitted as she was back in the unstated staring contest. She could get lost in his eyes honestly— changing from stormy seas to clear skies, planets she wouldn’t mind being in orbit with. The room was silent for a beat, save for the pair’s breathing. Savannah’s had matched Terry’s now, more calm and measured. Then, Terry spoke,
“Savannah, baby” his voice was low and quiet but it commanded her as if it were a different level. “You are in control. When you wanna stop, we stop. When you wanna continue, we continue. We don’t go any further than any of us agree to. Nothing has to happen. And there will be many times after this one where things can.”
Savannah loosened a bit at that, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She nodded and Terry continued.
“I got you. At every step, I got you. We’ll take it slow,” he brushed one of her coily tendrils behind her hair. “I’m not going anywhere”
Savannah could feel the tears well up, threatening to blur her vision. The rush of emotions going on inside her, being noisy and inconsiderate, were slowly fading. She felt more sure. So much so, that she took Terry’s face in her hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. He melted like he always did in her grasp and pulled her closer. She took in his bottom lip with fervor, as he let himself be drawn in. As she deepened the kiss, Savannah laid back against the bed, bringing Terry with her. Terry didn’t mind. Like he’d told her, she was in control. If all they did tonight was make out in her bed, he wouldn’t mind it at all. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue. Savannah couldn’t get enough of his scent, pine and rosemary mixed with his natural smell. It complemented her black chamomile and vanilla. Getting lost in the senses, Savannah hadn’t realized she was at the top of the bed, with Terry hovering over her. She opened her eyes and saw the want in his eyes. The look on his face was expectant yet cautious. Her own were a reflection of her newly settled self— this new way of being she was ready to embrace, to let free: eager and willing with a deep craving for the man above her.
“I’m ready,” she said nodding vigorously. “ I wanna try. I wanna try with you.” Terry nodded silently, moving forward to kiss across her forehead. Savannah bowed into it. He made his way from one temple to another, venturing to the side of her neck. He found himself inhaling her scent before kissing and sucking behind her ear. The moan Savannah let out surprised the both of them. It was short, high and sweet (as least Terry thought so). At the sound, he smiled into her neck, while Savannah used her hands to cover her face. Terry came out from the place behind her ear.
“Open your eyes,” Terry said firmly, still holding the utmost care and softness.
Savannah peeked out from behind splayed fingers. Terry lightly grasped her hands and put them at her sides. He’d placed his right hand under her chin, urging her to really see him when he said this.
“I don’t care what sounds you make. Nothing is too silly or too embarrassing. I’m not going to judge you for however your body wants to express itself, especially when you’re having a good time. Especially when you feel good. Because you deserve it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” she nodded. And with that, Terry brought his lips to Savannah’s once more before resuming his exploration of her with his lips, seeking out a more inclined Savannah, slowly and steadily releasing her inhibitions to let him in; but most importantly, allowing herself the opportunity — and hopefully more to come— to let go, to allow herself permission to feel good. Terry couldn’t wait to be of service to Savannah in that regard. He’d honor whatever wishes she desired, as long as she’d let him and have him.
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A/N: Okay y'all that's it. Watched some of The Underground Railroad today and a lot of the softness and tenderness Aaron performs Caesar with influenced this heavy.
I literally wrote this by hand in pencil, then typed it in the notes app and made minimal edits.
Also the only reason why i gave the character the name Savannah cuz the sound from Waiting to Exhale kept playing in my head. So minus the adultery, this is good man skskk
I also hope something like this for anybody reading it, especially if you need it (lord knows i do). Okay, bye sksksk 🫣🏃🏿♀️
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So, I saw that you write Gambit, and I fell in LOVE with your style and portrayal. I also saw your smut list? Could I maybe request Gambit with a female S/O? I can't decide between 100, 117, 127, 144. So uh.... You pick? I'm honestly a sucker for first times/possessive/protective/ would burn the world down to protect troupes. If it's too much though, feel free to ignore me. I don't mean to bother you about my hyper fixation crush xD
warnings: smut (female receiving), fingering, remy being selfless and concerned with your pleasure only, uhhhhh I think that's it. I'm sorry my smut drabbles have been kinda mild lately, I haven't got the braincell during the work week lmao.
The sound of the world outside your window fades away as he touches you. Your back arches against the mattress, pushing your chest up into the air and as it does, Remy’s hands trail over your ample cleavage, admiring it as his fingertips ghost over the flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Every ragged breath has your tits bouncing, jiggling underneath his touch, and Remy gobbles up the visual like it’s dinner. Everything he does seems to elicit lewd reactions from your body, actually – not that you’re complaining. At all. In fact, you’re just about blissed out with the way he’s touching you. A shiver erupts down your spine, shaking your entire body. He smiles a half-smile as he watches your reactions.
He has you whining at the attentive way his hands move over your body, tracing every inch of it like he’s trying to remember it in case he never gets to touch it again. One hand traces the curve of your stomach, while the other is slotted between your legs, fingering you masterfully. You swallow, laboriously lifting your head to look down at his hands. He’s been going at you for God knows how long, you’ve lost track. You can feel the outline of his erection on your leg, yet he oddly hasn’t insisted upon anything.
“You feel so good… but…” He looks at you with concern in his eyes, as if he’s suddenly realized that you’re unhappy. Remy’s fingers slow their pace, ready for whatever comes next. He’d do anything to please you, even if that meant stopping.
“B-But what about you?” you continue, worried.
Relieved, he chuckles low, and slides his finger down to your entrance, ready to resume. “We can worry about Remy later. It’s alla’ ‘bout you right now.”
His selfless response floors you… or maybe it’s the way that his middle finger breaches your dripping slit, and crooks up inside to find your G-spot with ease, while the wide pad of thumb continues swiping at your clit. Maybe it’s both. You’re going with both.
You’re used to being pleasured. You’ve felt all this before – well, not this, specifically, because no man has ever pleasured you the way that Remy Lebeau is pleasuring you currently. From the way his finger encircles your clit, applying just enough pressure to drive you crazy, but not enough to make you orgasm yet to the way that he leans down every so often, kissing along your collarbone.
“Remy,” you plead. “I want you to feel good, too…”
“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout ‘dat, chere… I feel just fine right now.”
Serving as punctuation, Remy thrusts his hips into the meat of your thigh, bumping his swollen, aching cock against your leg. You can feel the heat of it through your pants, and long to touch it, to stroke it, to taste it… but he has you whipped underneath his grasp, he’s in control and you’re certainly not about to test his strength.
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💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN
—> when you come crashing into his life, his focus for his studies are lost.
⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader's race is not mentioned but it does take place in korea, stalking, obsession, slightly suggestive, possessiveness, stealing, damage to personal, slightly suggestive, property, encouraging suicide, mentions of academic stress and korea's expectation for its students, inspired by @moyazaika 's academic rival yandere (go check the fic out, it's amazing), a drabble for now but I will be posting longer fics of him
🦋 ⤻ archives.

In Korea, students are shown to be almost always studying. Many news outlets have covered multiple schools and how much pressure Korean students are going through with their studies. It's difficult, no one can deny it. Yet, some of these students just find it normal, they view studying as perhaps their only form of control they have in their world.
One of those such students is Seo Min-Jun, a student belonging to a prestigious private high school. Someone who is in his final year of high school, soon to graduate and take his university exams. Top of his class, the son to a minister in Korea's government and a rather popular film actress, and the president of the student council. He was destined for success once he graduated.
The moment he crawled out of his mother's womb, his fate was paved for him in gold.
That was, until you — the sweet scholarship student — showed up.
✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧
At first, he didn't understand you. Both of you were literally in your last year of school, but you waltzed in like you owned the place. At least, from his perspective. He thought you bland. After all, you got in from a scholarship. You may be smart, but were you as rich, or was your status in society as high as him? It didn't matter, he still viewed you as below him and didn't pay much attention to you, relegating his secretary in the student council to give you a tour of the elite private school that you should honestly be honoured to step your grimy shoes all over.
Sure, he'd never say these things out to you or anyone else in public. After all, he was still a model student, and he was taught to act humble. Key word: act.
He honestly didn't take an interest in you till he saw your name, above his, on the monthly test evaluations.
"What?" He muttered out, not believing his eyes. In almost every damn subject, you managed to score higher than him. He was almost always one mark off from you. His eyes shot to you, the you who stood there in your crisp and cut uniform on the other side of the crowd, looking up at the papers pressed onto the walls with a look of pride. What was that look of pride for?
Pride, something that existed strongly in almost every culture, and you had just ruined his.
Your life was never the same afterwards.
Letters of hatred piled in your shoe locker. They ranged from being written like some crazed man worshipping your feet like you were a god to someone who wanted to see you hop off the building of your school. The handwriting was typically crazed, but you could recognise whose handwriting it was solely because the both of you were in the same class.
As usual, the school board did nothing to help with that. And when you tried to accuse Min-Jun, the teachers especially scolded you for attempting to defame the student council president.
It got so bad that your things were going missing too, your homework — which the teachers unreasonably scolded you for even if you were user sure you placed it in your bag this morning — and then your notes too. Technically, they did return. They just returned torn up, and some were even burnt with mysterious stains on them.
One day, you couldn't take it anymore after receiving a death threat, and you stormed to the student council office, knowing that if you went to the general office, they'd turn you away again.
You would take matters into your own hands.
✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧
When Min-Jun first saw you enter the room, he was left breathless. Your blushed cheeks from running all the way here, no doubt, the way your uniform crumpled, his mouth was almost drooling. No, no. He refused to let himself lust over you in such a manner that you were a rival, for goodness sake! Not some... potential love interest. Though that thought did pique his interest but he pushed it down with any other thoughts he had about his rival.
"I can't take it anymore." You said, which shocked him. Was someone bullying you? Only he could do that! "I know it's you. I've seen your handwriting on tests before, I just know you're the one who's been planting those notes and stealing my things." You accused your one-sided academic rival.
He didn't bother to defend himself. What was the point? His family would protect him, the school would protect him, and most importantly, the student body would rip them to shreds if they ever tried to act out against him. He knew how cruel students could be. After all, he had seen all the outcasts almost drowned inside toilet bowls by bullies multiple times.
He could not have that. Having you tortured would mean he would not be able to have a proper rival. As much as he disliked you for being in his way, he preferred to keep things... somewhat fair.
"And your proof?" He inquired.
"I have all those notes stored in my bag." You hissed.
For some reason, the thought of you keeping those notes made his heart beat faster. Were you a freak like him too? Did you have such sinful thoughts just like him? You broke his twisted fantasy with your next words, though.
"I don't understand why you're doing this to me. It's- it's," you struggled to find a word for his disturbing actions, "ceaselessly cruel!" You finally exclaimed.
Cruel? What was cruel were your actions, driving him mad, making him lose focus on his work. Who were you to call him cruel when you made him like this?
He got up from his seat and approached you, causing you to fall back, landing on the couch that you swore was not there when the entered the student council room. Taking this chance, he pinned you against the seat, taking in every part of your body, your face, your eyes... everything. God, you were so perfect but so infuriating. Just why did you have to confront him?
"Are you that fucking naive to think that when you present the school with your proof, they'll do anything about it for you? That they'll go against me and my family for the sake of defending the poor scholarship student?" He hissed, grabbing your face harshly as you whimpered. He wished the circumstances of your whimpers were different; in his bed rather than on the couch of the student council office. Still, that did breed intriguing fantasies into his mind. "You think they'll do that for you?" He repeated.
"I-" you started, but you had no idea how to end.
"Exactly." He let go of you, almost smacking your head to the other side as he straightened himself, readjusting the blazer of his uniform.
"You should get used to the circumstances of your situation." He said which only made you shudder. "Let yourself out." He said cooly as he exited the student council room, "I trust you'll keep this meeting a secret." He said with an air of finality before sauntering casually towards the male bathrooms where he promptly slammed the door shut and sat on the toilet seat, practically fuming.
That look on your face, the scrunch of your nose, the furrowing of your eyebrows. You were so unfair! He could practically feel all his blood flush downwards as he thought of you.
Now that you knew he was the culprit, what would you do?
It didn't matter.
He would find ways to pester you and find ways to mark you as someone who could not be touched by anyone else other than him.

"I left another note in your bag. You should look at it. Or else."
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Going flower picking with Sebek, Vil, and Rook, seperately please, headcanons or just a drabble is fine! gn reader :3
Flower-Picking the Heart
Characters; Sebek Zigvolt, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Rollo Flamme
Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, pining, hurt/comfort, unresolved feelings
Word Count; 1.4 K (headcanon format)
Author's Note; I included Rollo since you mentioned that you also wanted to include him. I included some of the symbolism behind the flowers, but may miss some; so do be mindful of that! Also deviated a bit, but still stayed on prompt!
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Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek was standing by your side in the flower garden; this was supposed to be a relaxed day with no duties or responsibilities demanding your attention. Yet, his back was as straight as ever as the both of you slowly made your way through the botanical garden.
You nudged him in the arm, trying to get his attention, only to garner him giving you the side eye and letting out a quiet grunt.
“Hey, you were the one that wanted to come to the botanical garden,” you offer, giving him your own side eye to rival the one he was sending you.
Sebek sighed, silently questioning why Lilia recommended the garden as a hang-out spot (no, it wasn’t a date as Lilia taunted, that’s what Sebek told himself anyway).
“I don’t need to explain myself,” he said in a clipped tone, but he was eyeing the floral displays.
For today they could pick a single bloom, and he was set on getting the best flower for the dorm; a rose that could belong back at the queen’s rose garden! That’s what Sebek had originally thought he was going to do.
That was until you went over to one of the displays and plucked a flower, and gave it to him with an expectant look.
“What is this for,” he nearly shouted, paying mind to control his voice since others were also attending the showcase and he didn’t want to bring prying eyes to this situation.
You tucked a bright blue bloom into his chest pocket, a bright, cheery, contrast against the black of his jacket. A single morning glory blossom.
You hummed, “No reason. It just spoke to me is all.”
A simple honest answer. But why did it cause his ears to burn?
A favour. I cannot owe them a favour for this! So he did the same, looking among the vast amount of blooms until he chose a pale pink peony, shoving it into your hands.
You eyed the flower, and put it into your chest pocket, to match with him. “Alright then, where to now?” Where will we go? Will we continue in this or will we grow into something else?
Flower Language - Morning glory; willful promise, affection - Peony; bravery, bashful, happy life, shame
Vil Schoenheit
Vil had received flowers countless times before, so many times that he had honestly lost count. He was also versed in both flower and overall plant toxicology, but also flower language itself.
This flower-picking trip was originally supposed to be for him to restock for both the school (since Professor Crewel trusted him) and his own stock for potions.
And you just so happened to be there, giving him a small wave from where you were collecting your own flowers.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” Vil offered, walking over to where you were. “Hard at work I see.”
Vil took note of the flowers in your basket, as well as the dirt on your hands; it was charming. Daffodils and pansies? That’s odd, I didn’t take them as the sort to make poison… Hopefully, they do remember that daffodils are toxic and pansies are fine—
“Good to see you too,” you chirped, dusting off your hands from the dry dirt. You took note of his own basket and patted the ground next to you. “Come on then, join me.”
Vil looked at you and without much thought or other prompting, he knelt beside you in the sea of yellow daffodils. “What are you planning to do with those,” he asked, gently clipping a yellow bloom from its stalk.
You paused, a white flower in your hand. “I was going to give them to someone special to me,” you said quietly, deciding to be honest.
“Hm, you must hold this person in high regard then,” Vil eyed you curiously since the long stalks of the daffodils looked quite awkward next to the pansies. “Respect, regard, unequalled love,” he said, holding a daffodil. “Thoughtful and caring,” he looked at the pansies, before looking to you.
“I do, and he is,” you answered, hoping that he hadn’t caught on to your little plan.
Well, he didn’t until he came back to the dorm to find the flowers in a vase. For Vil; I suppose you already know what these mean. And he did.
Flower Language - Daffodil; respect, regard, unequalled love - Pansy; thoughtful, caring
Rook Hunt
“Rook, where exactly are you taking me,” you asked him, facing in his direction (or at least you hoped you were facing his direction since he had handed you a blindfold to “make the surprise be meaningful”).
Rook just gave you the answer he had given you the entire way, “You’ll see soon, Trickster.”
Eventually, the two of you did stop and Rook took off the blindfold.
Flowers, flowers everywhere. Of every shape and colour. They were blooming everywhere.
You were silent for a few moments, just taking everything in. The slight irritation that you were blindfolded slipped to the back of your brain (you could be annoyed with him later) and you watched hummingbirds and fat bees flit from flower to flower.
“What do you think,” Rook asked you quietly, not wanting to break the spell you seemed to be under.
You looked back at him, and a breathy chuckle left your lips. “What do I think? It’s stunning,” you say in awe.
Rook smiled brightly; either at your reaction or that he was correct in that he thought you would enjoy this.
He didn’t say anything though, and just watched you go about the flower field. Even though he wanted to say so many things, he found that he was for once, speechless.
Looking down for a moment something caught his eye; violets. Next to the gardenias, most would not pay them much mind; but Rook gently plucked a few, alongside a gardenia.
“Rook!” Your shouting snapped him out of his own thoughts, and he looked up. “Am I allowed to pick some?”
He blinked before regaining his usual cheery mask. “Oui, but only a few.”
He eyed the flowers he held in his hands before ultimately setting them back down. For although they spoke the truth, Rook wasn’t yet ready to lay his heart bare; not yet.
Flower Language - Gardenia; you're lovely, secret love - Violet; honesty, watchfulness, modesty, faithfulness
Rollo Flamme
Rollo hated that he could feel his heart beat like a bird trying to escape a cage, yet he found himself next to you again, the very person who caused the anomaly; like a moth to flame.
You were taking a path on the outskirts of the city, silent. And while Rollo was often used to the quiet, it only heightened his nerves, causing his heart to beat faster.
“Why did you invite me along,” you asked, breaking the silence.
Rollo faltered in his step before regaining his composure. “While the city is our main attraction, I do find the quiet walkways to be more enjoyable.”
You hummed, eyeing one of the numerous hydrangea bushes that lined the walkway, separating it from a lavender field. “It is rather nice, thank you. Although you can stop your sales pitch on your city.”
Rollo blinked at you, brow slightly furrowed. “Sales pitch?”
“Yeah, like selling all the good points? … Damn, I’ve been spending too much time around some people, sorry.” You felt embarrassed, that you had distrusted him when he was most likely just being proud of his city.
“Hmm,” was all he said, moving along. The silence returned, as Rollo was not the type to make simple small talk or force a conversation where one wasn’t needed.
“Pft,” your sudden outburst of near-silent laughter caught his attention and he stopped, turning to you with a curious look.
“What seems to be funny?” He meant it in a genuine manner, but you just started laughing more which only made him more perplexed. Perhaps the fresh air can do you some harm?
You got a hold of yourself, eyes watering from the wind and your little chuckle fest. “Fleur City, your city is literally flower city, and look what we’re surrounded by; flowers.”
Rollo looked at the flowers and then at you. “It is a bit on the nose, I guess.”
You plucked a hydrangea cluster from the nearest bush and tucked it behind his ear. “But it’s fitting nonetheless.”
If his heart was beating fast before, now his face was sure to be red, and not from the brisk breeze.
Flower Language - Hydrangea; pride, gratitude for being understood, frigidity and heartlessness - Lavender; faithful, distrust
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Feyd Rautha X Plus Size! Y/N - drabble/series - Part 4 - 2.3K WC NSFW 18+
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Warnings: SMUT, arguing, shoving, Irulan being a G, confessions, Reverend Mother being a dick, idk not much very sweet and sexy
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Feyd stood with his hands on the countertop, trying to regain his composure. He had never been so pliable, so bendable to somebody's will as he was to yours. You had him completely and he knew it. He’d known since he was 15. All these years trying to push it down, erase it. It bubbled up inside him whenever he saw you and threatened to spew out of him. And there you were, willingly kissing him. He had to walk away before he lost control. He had to have you but he wanted you to want him for him. Not out of some sort of obligation or repayment for his quick idea. You consumed his mind. Feyd couldn’t help himself as he leaned back on the counter, feeling his cock twitch and ache for touch. Your touch. He smoothed his hand over the bulge in his pants a few times before giving in and slipping his hand into his pants. As his hand wrapped around his length, with every pump he thought of you, and only you.
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You sat in bed, stunned as Feyd disappeared into the bathroom. The heat that cascaded over your body from the kiss had you craving more. You wanted to move, to go to him to see if he could bring the feeling back, but he left. Obviously he wants to be alone. Did he not like your touch? Perhaps he was right, destiny didn’t mean you weren’t still just an obligation. You sunk down into the silky sheets of the levitating bed. Quickly sniffling to keep the water from your eyes as you close them to sleep.
You woke with a jolt, feeling the bed dip slightly on the other side of you. You turned quickly to see Feyd.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked.
You looked at him blankly, recalling yesterday's events. Obligation, he is an obligation. “Quite.” You said monotonously.
He nodded, his eyes running over your body as it was still only clad in a simple shift. “I must attend to matters concerning the control of Arrakis, I will see you tonight.” He said, walking to your side of the bed slowly.
His gravelly voice made your spine shiver and nipples perk. Yet your face remained stoic. You gave him a small nod. He leaned forward, trying to kiss you. You backed up, dodging him.
“You have much to attend to.” You said, there was more venom in your tone now.
Feyd backed up, nodding curtly before leaving. You noticed the small semblance of hurt on his face as he went. Your maids arrived shortly after to get you up and dress you properly. You didn’t mind the Harkonnen clothing options, honestly you found them chic.
“What is my agenda for the day?” You asked one of the maids.
“Princess Irulan has requested your presence before she departs and the Reverend Mother expects you for afternoon tea Na-Baroness.” She answered meekly.
You nodded, lifting your skirts as you quickly made your way to the launch pad, seeing Irulan waiting for you.
“The Harkonnen ladies wardrobe suits you.” She said but her face held concern, “I heard he was brutal, are you in much pain?” She said as her eyes scanned over any and all scarcely exposed skin.
You gave her a small smile, “He did not touch me, it was an illusion. He was rather… understanding to my hesitation of their strange consummation custom.”
Irulan looked surprised then delighted, “Feyd Rautha there is hope for you yet.” She smiled.
You rolled your eyes, “He is still Feyd Rautha. Still a Harkonnen.” You said.
“A Harkonnen who listened to you and showed compassion.” She countered.
You hated how right she was.
“I must go.” She said, holding your shoulders comfortingly before pulling you into a hug that you gladly reciprocated.
“Travel safely, sister. I promise to write as soon as I can.” You said, breathing her in one last time.
“I await it’s arrival.” She said before leaning back in to whisper in your ear, “Give him a chance, he may not be what you think.” She said before walking towards the spacecraft. She looked back at you, her eyes pleading with you to consider what she said.
You watched her leave. Your only companion on Giedi Prime now gone amongst the stars. You made your way back inside, the black sun beating down on you had you wanting to get inside quickly. You made your way to the Great Hall, the Reverend Mother beckoning you telepathically.
“Reverend Mother.” You said as you bowed your head.
“Is he like they said?” She asked, ignoring your greeting.
You sat brown across from her. You let out a sigh, “He is.” You said shortly.
“Perhaps that is good. You always were too hopeful. Idealistic like your father.” She said.
Your grip on the chair tightened, turning your knuckles white. You remained silent.
“I called upon you here to ensure you will carry out your purpose.” She said.
“I have known my purpose my whole life. I am to create a challenger for Paul Atreides with the Na-Baron.” You said plainly repeating the line you had been told since you were small.
“Bare only daughters.” She added.
“Forgive me Reverend Mother, but how is one to create a challenge to the Kwisatz Haderach? The Voice from the Outer World is a power unlike any other.” You asked.
The Reverend Mother reached across the table, grabbing your face harshly “You will fulfill your purpose. That is what you were made for. Everything else is plans within plans.” She said before tossing your head to the side roughly.
Your face was cold and devoid of emotion, “Yes, Reverend Mother.” You bowed before taking your leave back to your chambers as the black sun eclipsed the planet in total darkness.
When you entered you saw Feyd who had likely just taken his armor off as he adjusted his leisure clothing. You scowled at him. Your whole purpose for existence focused around him and you hated it.
“Hello,” he said, his eyes searching you as he noticed the tension in your body. “Is something wrong?”
“Everything is wrong.” You scoffed. Feyd quirked his head to the side slightly, as if he was waiting for you to continue. You narrowed your eyes at him as you moved closer. “My whole life revolves around you and creating some stupid heir. I am free in no way and that is because of you!” You pointed your finger and shouted at him.
Feyd was surprised to hear you yell, you really were nothing like the frightened girl he met years prior. You were fierce in every sense of the word. “Do you think I hold no responsibility in this predicament either?” He asked, countering your jab.
“Oh yes please tell me how difficult it must be for you.” You rolled your eyes. “I exist to serve. To be used and abused by you. Your only responsibility is to impregnate me - that is all you must worry about my Lord Na-Baron.”
“And the agony I live in? Is that of no consequence to you?” He said with a voice that almost sounded weak and pining.
“What agony? You have all the power you could want,” you yelled, shoving him back. “You get to play God here and on Arrakis,” you shoved him again. “You have condemned me! Is that of no consequence to you!?” You shouted, shoving him once more. Feyd caught your wrist as you shoved him one final time. You strained against him but he held firm. “I hate you!” You screamed, thrashing about trying to pull yourself from his grasp. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” You screamed repeatedly.
Feyd felt your strength waining, he heard the waiver in your voice. Your shoulders wracked with sobs as you fell to the floor, Feyd dropping with you. You clung to him as you cried, your hands fisting his black shirt.
Feyd tried to soothe you, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I am in agony for I feel things for you I thought I had long forgotten.” He mumbled, tentatively kissing the top of your head.
You pulled back slightly, your eyes puffy and red from the many tears you had shed. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
“Do you know why I gave you that heart when we were young?” He asked.
You shook your head ‘no’ as a reply.
“Because for as long as I can remember I knew I was fated to Lady Y/N of Tleilax. I knew our purpose was to bring about an heir. Yet before I was taken to live with the Baron I recall wanting more. Wanting to… fall in love with you. To have our union be more than just an obligation to the Bene Gesserit.” He said, his eyes flitting between yours. His hand came to cradle your face, “I want you because I have loved you since I was 15. Prophecy or not.” He said.
You sniffled as you looked at him, his confession had you completely stunned. This is not how you expected this conversation to go and there was only one way your body felt like reacting. You grabbed his face and pulled him into a harsh kiss. One that was all teeth and tongue, expressing everything words couldn’t.
Feyd responded immediately, holding your body against him tightly. He had never tasted something so sweet, like honeysuckle. Then you said something that absolutely set him alight.
“Take me.”
He wasted no time lifting you both off the floor. His hands ripped your dress from you as he laid you on the bed, removing his own shirt. Your skin was gorgeous, every mark a sacrament only he got to receive. Your plush tummy felt like heaven under his lips and hands as he caressed it. You whined at the contact, you really hadn’t been touched before.
You shimmied out of your shift and panties, laying yourself naked before him. “Tell me what to do.” You said as you kissed along his jaw.
Feyd threw his head back, you were driving him wild. He could hardly think straight but he knew he needed to be careful with you. Feyd shifted you both so that you were straddling him as he leaned against the headboard. His hand slipping between your legs and gracing your folds with a feather light touch. You gasped, having only ever felt this sensation deep into the night when you indulge yourself. He worked you over with his fingers until you began to absentmindedly ride his hand. You were more than wet enough for him to slip a finger inside. You groaned at the sensation, grinding against him harder. He slipped in another finger, watching you bite your lip as your face contorted in pleasure. He could feel your legs start to quiver, your walls clenching down on his digits. Yet you stopped, your breathing heavy as you looked at him through hazy, half lidded eyes. You didn’t speak as you pulled his hand away from you. He watched as you pulled his cock from his pants, the silky feel of your fingers had him ready to beg you for more. You slid the head through your wet folds, causing him to moan and throw his head back as his mouth fell open.
His hands grasped your hips, “Wait,” he breathed out.
You stopped immediately, looking at him.
He moved his cock to your enterance, “Tell me if you want to stop.” He said, kissing over your chest as he looked up at you.
You nodded, lost in the moment. He pushed into you slowly, you silently gasped at the foreign feeling. Feyd slowly guided you down until he bottomed out, stilling as he looked up at you. He burned the way you looked right now into his memory, so incredibly beautiful. And so incredibly his.
“Move with me.” He said as he took one of your tits into his mouth. He started rocking you, showing you how to move as he moved his hips to meet yours.
“Feyd…” you moaned as your hand came up to his neck, holding him to you. You picked up your pace, the sharp ache you initially felt being replaced with mind altering pleasure. It felt so good, so entrancing you’d do anything to chase that feeling as it only intensified the more you kept going.
Feyd nipped small marks across your neck and chest as one hand guided your hips to meet his rhythm while the other kneaded your breast. His rigid cock pulsed inside you and he knew he was close, he couldn’t help it, you just felt so good.
Your hands grasped his shoulders as you felt his finger rub tight circles over your clit, causing you to hit your high, squealing as he fucked up into you to make your orgasm last as long as possible. Your nails clawed his pale shoulders and you could have sworn you drew blood. You felt him cum inside you as he groaned, biting down on your shoulder as he slowed his movements to a stop.
Your heavy breaths mingled for a moment before either one of you spoke. Feyd’s hand came to cradle your face, his pale blue eyes looking into yours. You could see each other despite the darkness of the room. You moved your hand to cover his, turning your head to kiss his palm. Feyd brought your face to his, kissing you softly as he gently lifted you off of him. You whined as you felt exhaustion settle in your bones, laying down against the soft bed and cool sheets.
“How do you feel?” Feyd asked, concerned about it being your first time.
“Tired,” you whispered, your eyes closed and your body unmoving. “But good.” You smiled to yourself.
Feyd brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, watching you like you were the moon, sun, and stars all wrapped up in one. He ensured the soft black blanket wrapped around you comfortably. He could hear your breathing mellow out, becoming soft and even.
“Goodnight, little love.”
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Naboo's Note:
Couldn't help myself and had to write the next part ASAP, hope y'all like! XOXOXOX
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ my 2024 tumblr wrapped !
i was tagged by @hannieween in her post. this is such a good idea and thanks for tagging me v!
this was one hell of a year lol. and i've also written a lot this year though i lost some passion along the way. but i'm thankful for everyone who reads my work and leaves their thoughts or even just reblogs them. tysm!!

★ most popular and longest fic !
⟢ debauched — 2,472 notes and 4.5k+ words; ofc, it's the step bro fic. as the title suggests, it is absolute debauchery.

★ personal favorite !
⟢ venus in furs — honestly, one of my best works (tho it's pwp), and she deserved better 😔

★ first fic !
⟢ pussy drunk! wonwoo — it's from my prev blog! and also one of my most popular works lol.

★ last fic !
⟢ by his side — this jeonghan drabble i wrote for the secret santa event!

★ best reads !
in front of me — one, two by @wonustars
i fear i'll never read a better wonwoo fic than this. genuinely one of the best fics on this website and it's written by my lovely gf. pls check out her works!!
calendar killer by @miabebe
i love me a good thriller fic. and with joshua? fuck yes. when i tell you, i did not expect that ending at all. it will forever live in my heart. check out this banger by mia for a spooky read!
the curse by @hannieween
nothing more exciting than demon hunter jeonghan and a forbidden love trope. the angst hits in this one and i genuinely love it with all my heart. v also has other amazing works!!
liar, liar ! — one, two by @sanakiras
yes, i know. i read too many thriller fics. but this mingyu fic had me in such a chokehold. i did not expect this ending either and god do i love it so much. check out her works!
getting even by @gyuhao5
this was the catalyst for my seungkwan spiral and the bane of my existence. there are simply not enough seungkwan fics on here and mar rly satiated my need for this man. check it out!
pomegranates by @idyllic-ghost
where do i even begin? man, oh man, i love angst fics and for wonwoo? yes please. the forbidden love element was so good too and i loved the metaphors. this fic is for you if you like wonwoo and historical au.
troublemaker by @whipped-for-kpop-fics
i love gang aus with seungcheol. just 15k of goodness here. i have memorised this fic to the point, i can randomly quote anywhere, everywhere. and i have never laughed so much while reading a fic. chee is one of a kind truly.
heartbreak hotel by @saythenametotheworld
this broke my fucking heart. i read the first three installments and they were so fucking good. the characters had actual depth and were beautifully crafted. i love this so much, check it out!
camp seventeen by @miabebe
my most fav series on this platform. another fic i will quote randomly bcuz it was that good. it's ot13? and the first chapter is named dildo of dionysus? you got me sold. mia is an absolute genius and also evil for this. check out her works if you like greek mythology!
bend and break by @whipped-for-kpop-fics
i apologise for the tags chee but how can i miss out the seungcheol fic. man, sub seungcheol really does it for me. and i just loved their rivalry at the beginning. and i also love chee 😌
lowlifes by @milfgyuu
yes, i love seungcheol gang aus. thanks for asking. this was a banger and my god, the way i blushed and giggled while reading this story. i absolutely loved it!
dark @whipped-for-kpop-fics
i am so sorry for the tags, i just love you ok? now back to chee love train. this fic shocked me in such a way that i couldn't stop thinking about it. this was absolutely genius and i love monster fics. when i tell you, chee is one of the best writers in caratblr.
withering for you by @joonsytip
the bane of my existence. i started annotating because of this fic. enemies to lovers with cheol is my fav. and the way i randomly remember "welcome to hell, my wife" and start giggling is out of my control. sam should do control damage for this fic.
couple's therapy by @muntitled
this got me tweaking and twirling my hair. im a whore for lee jihoon through and through. mean dom! jihoon will be death of me. i read it on my prev blog and haven't stopped thinking about this since.

summary !
my most recurring members were — seungcheol (13 works), mingyu (13 works) and wonwoo (11 works) !
total works posted — 78 !
total words written — 82,476 !
i'm honestly surprised by this lol. and ofc, i wrote the most for these three. and im rly excited to post just as much next year and compare my progress! and we'll be starting off strong next year with when strawberries bloom. i hope you guys look forward to it! again, i'd like to thank everyone who has supported me throughout this year. i love you all <33

tags !
@vitaminkyeom @miabebe @wonustars @tomodachiii @shinysobi
@whipped-for-kpop-fics (im so sorry for the multiple tags hdbcfkharbik) @cxffecoupx @c-oupsie

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