#i give such good gifts and of course I don’t EXPECT things in return and that isn’t why I do it

[helluvapoison]

How do you think Adam and Lucifer would be as romantic rivals??

threes a crowd if you’re a coward

[i], [ii]

• First things first, it’s deadass funniest beef in history

• Adam lost to Lucifer twice, which is bad enough on its own, and now they’ve both laid eyes on the same person!? Fuck that, he’s not losing this time

• In theory, Lucifer doesn’t see Adam as a threat. It’s not until he sees you chatting with Heaven’s First Man that the sickening, all too familiar feeling of envy begins to rise in him. He hasn’t lost before and he doesn’t plan on starting now!

• You cannot keep up with the amount of gifts they give you. It’s obvious they’re both trying to outshine the other, giving flashier and shinier items that you have no use for. Did you realize you stomped on their hearts when you put your foot down?

• Secretly, you keep one of the more meaningful gifts from each of them

• Adam made you a mixtape that he of course starred in. “Lute helped,” He admitted almost bashfully. The final song is different from the rest; softer and more genuine. He named it after you

• Lucifer gave you a duck— “But this is no ordinary duck, my dear!” He wagged a finger in the air, nervously darting his eyes across your face like he was expecting ridicule. Instead of quaking when squeezed, the duck he gave you shouted positive phrases in Lucifer’s voice. Things like “Today will be great!” or “You’ve totally got this!”

• You don’t tell them that you listen to both at least once a day. It would only give them fuel for this little pissing match

• You should have known banning excessive gifts wouldn’t stop these two. They’re fucking stubborn

• If Lucifer asks to cook you breakfast, Adam asks to take you to dinner. If Adam wants you to come to his rock concert, Lucifer wants to give you a private show with his violin. If Lucifer wants to take you for a flight, well, Adam can fly higher!

• They drive you crazy. You drove them crazy first

• After an emotional night with both Adam and Lucifer— it was supposed to only be the latter but Lucifer crashed Adam’s date yesterday, so he proclaimed to be returning the favor— you were too tired (and weirdly happy?) to make a proper exit

• You planted a kiss on Lucifer’s cheek, then Adam’s, then announced that you were retiring to your bed. Closing the door behind you, you realized what you’d done. They were stunned to silence for exactly 60 seconds

“I got a kiss first.”

“I got a kiss last, that means I’m winning.”

“Have you ever heard the phrase coming in dead last?”

“First is the worst, you fucking—“

“GET OFF MY PORCH!” You shouted from inside, still beet red from embarrassment

• Lucifer and Adam wished you a good night and promised to see you tomorrow

• Damnit. You smiled hearing that. You couldn’t wait

[xxcookiecrumbsxx]

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[wheneverfeasible]

Wiggly Wednesday?

The brain worms are here again.

I honestly hate Christmas and avoid doing too much for it. However, an idea came to me suddenly and I can’t stop thinking about…

Secret Santa Steddie AU.

In one of Steve’s high school classes senior year, they’re assigned a Secret Santa project. They all put their names in a Santa hat and have to draw one out (returning it for another if it’s their own) and that’s the person they have to secretly give a gift to, either homemade or purchased, but there’s a cap of like…whatever the equivalent of $20 today is back then. Idk.

This is supposed to be a team building type of exercise, something to foster camaraderie, after say maybe a huge argument/fight broke out between Tommy and his group and the Freak, Eddie Munson, as well as some other nerds. Steve is exhausted and doesn’t care for Tommy’s bullshittery anymore, so he didn’t really get involved, though Eddie did throw a few digs his way. Which was hurtful but probably deserved.

Anyways, Steve draws out Eddie’s name.

For the next week or so the last fifteen minutes of class are devoted to questionnaires and such where the students answer questions about themselves directly or they fill in answers to widely asked questions, all used to let the Secret Santas learn about their recipients. Some people take it more seriously than others.

Steve gets to know more about Eddie, who is more blasé about it all, obviously not expecting anyone to give him something good (if they give him anything at all) since he has no friends in the class and most people don’t like him. So Steve, who has never paid Eddie any amount of attention before in the past but has been now and finds himself intrigued, starts observing Eddie outside of class.

Steve knows he could buy Eddie something music related. An easy cop-out gift. But the more he observes Eddie, the more he gets to see the tiny cracks in the Freak persona whenever he spies on him, sees the nerdy but also kind person beneath the leather jacket. And…okay…maybe he starts to develop a sort of crush without realizing that’s what happens.

Maybe he bribes other nerds about Hellfire Club and Eddie and makes certain they don’t squeal about him asking (he doesn’t realize he comes off as threatening, he just thinks he’s being urging), maybe he hears Eddie mention things and then he goes and asks Dustin what they mean, learning it’s from a book series about midgets and some jewelry or whatever, and so an idea forms.

While shuttling the kids about after school, Steve asks Will if he’d be willing to draw something for him, which Steve would pay him for. Will, obviously excited because it’s his first commission job and Steve pays him fairly, agrees.

(Steve may also purchase a patch at the record store they stop at—Will’s request as he wants to buy something for Jonathan—because it reminds him of Eddie, but that doesn’t matter.)

Yadda yadda ya, it’s time to exchange gifts. The teacher has allowed them to drop them off leading up to the Friday before winter vacation to keep the mystery alive.

When Eddie gets his, he’s expecting something more like a prank gift. Instead, he’s gifted a colored drawing (sadly not enough time for a painting) of Eddie dressed as someone named something like Spider or Arrow Gone or whatever, Steve doesn’t really know, but it’s him fighting off a horde of monster things with a flaming eyeball in the background and further back is an erupting volcano.

Steve doesn’t know what the hell is going on, not really able to absorb the massive info dump Dustin gave him, but Will assured Steve that the dude was cool and the battle depicted was awesome and important when he dropped off his old yearbook for model reference. Will’s opinion was enough for Steve of course. He just hoped Eddie liked it, and the patch that he rolled up with the picture.

Eddie is, of course, gobsmacked and trying his hardest not to show it. He scans the classroom to try to figure out who could have given him such an amazing gift, but no one even looks at him. There’s no way he would ever suspect the truth.

Steve ended up getting a can of Farrah Fawcett spray, which everyone laughed at and assumed was a joke gift for a jock, but Steve noticed a small twitch of a smile on Tommy’s face, the only one besides Dustin now who knows his secret.

Later, Eddie’s battle vest is adorned with the patch he received in his gift, a red and black Leviathan cross, but Steve doesn’t know what happened to the drawing. He hopes it didn’t get trashed.

It’s not until later, after everything with Vecna and recovering what was salvageable from the trailer, that he found the picture safely secured behind a glass frame hidden in Eddie’s room. It’s only then that Steve realizes that he might have been a little bit in love with Eddie “the Freak” Munson all this time.

~

Aaaaaaaah sorry this is a little bit of a nebulous ending here. Does this story follow canon and Eddie is dead, never knowing who his Secret Santa is? Or is Eddie recovering from his injuries, fated to recognize Will’s art style and thus learning the truth behind one of his most prized possessions? Who’s to say 🤷

I’m just gonna tag my perma list because I’m lazy. Anyone can be happy to consider this a tag for their own future brain worms tho!

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

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[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your sugar daddy’s jealousy is something you’ll just have to get used to.

prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “That’s no way to talk to your future husband.” + Daddy kink, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!sugar daddy!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, jealousy, possessiveness, obsession, lloyd being rude (not to reader), pet names, Daddy kink, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, power imbalance, forced engagement, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

Lloyd is your first sugar daddy, but you aren’t his first sugar baby. He knows the ins and outs of the entire relationship, what is expected and what isn’t. He showed you the ropes and, of course, tailored them to suit him best.

You find he isn’t too bad. Your friends warned you of the arrangement, worrying that you’ll grow attached or end up crashing down with no prospects at all. But Lloyd always shooed those thoughts away and quieted them with his lavish gifts and equally as tantalizing attention.

But the long stretches of absence and his secrecy make you want to break things off entirely. You know you’re not Lloyd’s girlfriend—you probably never will be. That doesn’t stop you from feeling lonely or as though you’ve been left out in the cold.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when the waiter brings you the menus, hand lingering on yours for a little too long. Lloyd notices this—of course he does. You both sit in the private room of the restaurant, which has been shut down and guarded for added measures.

You still don’t know what Lloyd does, but you hope you haven’t gotten yourself tangled up in something illegal.

The waiter still stands there. “S’that all, bus boy?” Lloyd rudely asks, and the younger man quickly scurries off once he sees the look on your sugar daddy’s face. 

Lloyd sighs and turns his attention back to you while you try to ignore what just happened and focus on choosing a meal. He stares at you intently, unnerving you. 

“You know what you’re getting, darling?” Lloyd questions, smoothing his mustache with his fingers. “Probably some pasta,” you joke, quickly glancing up at him. He nods, sipping on the wine that you both started with. “What about you, Daddy?” you ask, closing the menu and placing it on the table.

The older man grabs your left hand and holds it gently, a gesture he loves. He caresses your fingers, and it soothes you, making you want to get out of here and curl up in bed. 

Thankfully, Lloyd isn’t too crazy about sex. You’ve read stories about some sugar daddies pushing their sugar babies away with their insatiable needs, although they lacked the awareness to see that they were hurting those women. 

However, when you two do have sex, it is always mind-blowing.

“I’ll do the same. I think they have a good truffle pasta here. We’ll get that,” Lloyd says, and you smile. You both gaze at each other, almost lovingly, until the same waiter returns.

He clears his throat, and Lloyd snaps his eyes to glare at the younger man. He stutters before turning his attention to you, giving you a flirty smile. You recognize his intentions but ignore them. You’re not interested in anyone except for your sugar daddy right now.

“Are you ready to order?” he asks, and you nod before looking at Lloyd. He always does the talking for you. “We’ll get your truffle pasta, with a side of you not eye-fucking my girl like a little shithead. Got that? Oh, and a to-go box, too,” the older man says, and you gasp at his words.

“Daddy–” you start, and he tuts. “By the way, this wine? Your personal recommendation? It tastes like shit. I could make something better myself,” Lloyd sneers, and you wince. It’s certainly not the first time he’s been rude to someone else in front of you, but the root cause of it annoys you. 

Jealousy is an ugly, green-eyed monster that rears its head whenever you go out with Lloyd Hansen, even though your relationship is not like that.

“Y– Yes, Sir. Sorry. I’ll be right back with your order,” the waiter shivers in fear. He scurries off, and Lloyd chuckles. “Was that really necessary?” you hiss, voice no louder than a whisper. “Of course, princess. C’mon, don’t be mad at me. He’s been giving you the puppy eyes since we got here,” Lloyd coos. You sigh deeply. “So? That doesn’t mean you should insult him,” you continue, and Lloyd rolls his eyes. 

“What do you want Daddy to do? Huh? Apologize?” he scoffs. “Actually, yeah. You should apologize to him for being such an asshole, Daddy,” you fume, speaking harder than usual. You just wanted a nice night out.

“That’s no way to talk to your future husband, honey,” Lloyd chides, and you nearly laugh. “Future husband? Yeah, right.” You go to pull your hand away from his, but he doesn’t let go. Suddenly, you realize one of your digits feels a little heavier.

You look down to see an engagement ring on your fourth finger, with a fat rock that nearly blinds you. 

“You may be laughing now, but all that wedding planning is gonna make you cry. But don’t worry, Daddy’ll be there every step of the way.”

[shougojo]

໒꒱ ‧₊ LOVEY DOVEY — VARIOUS JJK

summary. what they do on valentine’s day . . . satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, nanami kento. gn! reader.

note. a valentines special !! ♡ short cause valentines is literally over and is rushed, btw,, the tags for suguru, toji, megumi, yuta, & nanami aren’t working (๑ŏ ω ŏ๑) so there will just be the tags for gojo

satoru gojo spends his valentines saying corny pickup lines and giving out love. he takes valentine very seriously — he wakes up super early to make a hearty breakfast and go shopping for the strangest yet sweetest things ever. the moment you wake up, you’ll see satoru bent down on the floor — holding chocolates, about two bouquet of flowers, perfume you love, and a homemade card — to express how much he loves you so much; not to mention the ginormous teddy bear that sat by your side. also, your shared apartment is completely filled with rose petals — so watch your step! satoru will bring you everything and everywhere that you want — after all, who is he to spoil you? the day will be filled with laughter, fun, joy, and most importantly — love.

“will you be my valentine?”

“satoru, you asked me that eight times today.”

…

“so is it a yes?”

suguru geto who loves you more than anything in the whole jujutsu universe. you’ll spend your day opening love letters and gifts that he spent his day writing and buying for his one and only valentine — you. the day will most likely start off with cuddles and breakfast in bed, escalating to multiple kisses, and a full on romantic date. his love letters are sweet and romantic with words that make you feel loved — as his gifts are both romantic and meaningful — treasuring your moments together. valentines with suguru always has a meaning behind it — sharing memories and spreading love to one another — love birds, indeed.

“i bought you some gifts, love.”

“more!?”

megumi fushiguro who isn’t an expert with love. he tries his very best to express his love — especially if it valentines. he’ll probably ask satoru or someone who has experience with love to suggest some ideas for valentines. you’ll wake up to cuddles, of course, followed by soft kisses and words filled with sweet love. his gifts will likely consist of yummy chocolates, bouquet of roses, love letters, and a beautiful necklace. followed by a loving kiss. when you receive the gifts, he won’t say much — since his words and feelings are written in the card. after reading it, he’ll return the favor with hugs and kisses — asking you out on a date.

“i was … uhm, wondering if you’d like to … go on date with me?”

laugh “of course.”

toji fushiguro will most definitely spend valentines with you — at home. he doesn’t care much about valentines, as long as your spending time with him — then he’ll be fine. he’ll buy you some chocolates and an expensive yet beautiful necklace. even though he isn’t expressive, you know he loves you by the things he buys you and how he treats you. the day will be spent with cuddle and kisses in bed — and just showing love in general.

“are we going anywhere today?”

“nah, as long as you’re with me, we’re somewhere.”

yuta okkotsu is shy when passing out the presents. just like megumi, he’ll likely express his feeling in the card — which is a pretty common way he does. his gifts are always sweet, so you don’t expect too much — but all his gifts are sweet, treasuring each one with your heart. and he’s always making sure you like each one. gifts like love letters, flowers, chocolates, a plushie, and a homemade cake should be expected from him. he takes careful thoughts when deciding if each gift will impress you — but what’s the point when their all gonna be loved and cherished? cuddle and kisses are a must on valentines, gifts will be followed, and lastly, the cake. surprisingly or not surprisingly, the cake was delicious, decorated with edible flowers and sweet hearts. valentines is a special day for yuta okkotsu.

“is the cake good?”

“it’s super good, yuta! show how you make it!”

nanami kento makes sure valentines is perfect. he’ll wake up early to prepare breakfast in bed and makes sure to arrange the flowers perfectly. you’ll wake up to loving kisses and hugs — sent with love itself. presents consist of chocolates, bouquet of flowers, jewelry, and love. he’ll treat you like a princess and make sure you receive plenty of affection — love isn’t all about gifts is it? in my opinion, nanami is ‘quality time’ guy and makes sure you get all the love you get — spending time with you is all he wants, he’s a busy man after all. days with him will end with either watching the sunset or watching fireworks — whispering sweet words and compliments.

“i wish everyday was valentine’s day.”

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

KINKTOBER

Day 3: Roleplay + Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fingering, PIV sex, consensual dubcon (is that what you call it??), this is cringe I’m so sorry

A/N: Honestly just expect every fic to be rushed asf and/or slightly late because I have ten million things to do every day 😭😭 literally proofread this at 3:00 am

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You loved the Madrigals, you really did. Hell, you were married to one of them. But they could be a bit… overwhelming.

You and Bruno couldn’t even get a moment alone on your anniversary of all days, despite how much you tried. And oh, you tried, but you were constantly interrupted by people wanting to congratulate the two of you, wishing you happiness in your marriage and even giving you gifts. And when they threw a party for the two of you near the end of the day, you knew it would be late at night by the time you would get time alone. You appreciated it, of course, but all you really wanted to do was get in bed with your husband.

It was near midnight before you finally got to escape to your bedroom. After wishing everyone a good night and thanking them for everything, the two of you rushed to your room before anyone could interrupt again.

As soon as the door was locked he pulled you to him and kissed you. “Mierda, I thought we’d never get away,” he chuckled between kisses. “‘M sorry, mi vida. They mean well, it’s just…”

“Mm, I know. It’s sweet of them to do all of this for us,” you assured him, taking his hand and dragging him to the bed.

Bruno grinned as you pulled him onto the mattress with you, threading his fingers with yours as he laid next to you. “Yeah… I mean, it’s nice, but I’ve been dying to get alone all day,” he sighed, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You cupped his cheek in your hand. “Well we have now, don’t we?”

He nodded, climbing over you. “Yeah… gonna make up for all the time we lost today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your neck.

“Y’know, I was thinking… maybe we could do something different tonight..?” you whispered back, slightly nervous about his reaction to what you’re about to suggest.

He leaned away to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What is it?”

“Um… well…” you took a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. “Have you ever heard of, uh… roleplay?”

He gave you a knowing smirk, leaning closer. “Yeah..?”

“Um. Well, I was thinking, maybe we could try it?”

He kissed you again, sweet and gentle. “Sounds fun. What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could play a thief breaking into my home or something..?” you suggested, still shy.

He nodded, fully paying attention, and you had no idea how he wasn’t laughing at you. You felt ridiculous for even mentioning it. “Okay,” he said. Simple, no judgement or amusement in his voice. You would even go so far as to say he sounded excited. “You sure you wanna do this?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Alright then, let’s do it,” he agreed with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“You better have been telling the truth when you said your real gift is acting.”

You awoke to a thud from somewhere in your house. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Wha..?” you groaned to yourself, getting up to search for the source of the noise. You didn’t even get to the door before you found your answer.

You screamed when the man appeared in your doorway, and he quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Shut. Up.” he seethed, grabbing you hard and pushing you back onto your bed. “You're gonna let me have my way, got it?”

You nodded wordlessly, too afraid to speak.

He nodded in return. “Good.”

You watched in terror as he went through your room, knocking things to the ground and searching your drawers.

“This real gold?” he asked, holding up a necklace he found on your dresser.

“Yes,” you said quietly, terrified of what he might do to you if you lied.

He hummed and pocketed the piece of jewelry, then turned to you, eyeing you up and down. "Mierda, you're pretty. I couldn't see you well before, but now that I've got a better view, I think I might take you too."

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. Take you..? You weren't sure what he meant, and you didn't think you wanted to. He started walking towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to do. What you didn't expect was for his hands to grip your wrists, pushing you back onto the mattress as he climbed over you. Your eyes flew open. "Sir..."

He grinned as you whimpered under him. "I'm gonna make a deal with you. You let me fuck you, I'll leave."

Your eyes widened at his proposal, a mix of fear and arousal swirling in your gut. "And if I don't?"

The man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "I'll make sure there isn't a single valuable item left in this entire house. Your choice, cariño."

You gaze up at his eyes, now darkened with lust, weighing your options. Surely it would be easier to just let him do this... and you certainly couldn't afford to lose all of your possessions. "You can fuck me," you answered meekly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he growled, letting go of one wrist so he could unbutton his pants.

You whimpered involuntarily when his other hand left your wrist to slide up your shirt, running along the skin, "Dios, you're soft..."

"Please don't hurt me..." you whispered shakily as he moved his hands to the hem of your skirt.

"I won't," he assured you, sliding down your skirt and panties, surprisingly gentle. "All you gotta do is lay there and keep looking pretty."

You nodded, eyes wide as his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. His fingers gently prodded at your entrance, and you hissed at the feeling of his cold fingers on your heat.

His eyes never left yours as two of his long, thick fingers slid into you, watching you writhe and gasp beneath him. "That's it, hermosa..."

The nickname only made you more aroused, gasping and panting as he crooked his fingers inside you. You couldn't believe you were aroused at all. He was stealing from you a moment ago, for God's sake. But you couldn't help it. He was handsome and so gentle with you, the opposite of what you had thought he would be. "Please, sir..." you moaned softly as that oh-so familiar pressure built up inside you.

"Mierda, you're easy, aren't you? I've barely even touched you," he admonished you, pumping his fingers faster.

He had you coming on him fingers in seconds, moaning loudly into the quiet of your room. "There you go, cariño..."

"Sir," you whined after you came down from your high. "Fuck me."

"Needy," he chuckled. "Thought you were afraid of me?" he asked as he slid down his pants, revealing everything the cloth was hiding, and wow, it was hiding a lot. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about his dick, but it looked incredible, hard and leaking precum.

"I am." You really were. You just also happened to be incredibly turned on, and his cock standing at attention in front of you wasn't helping.

He hummed and notched his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. "But you like it." He said it like it was a fact. And it was. You did like it.

You gasped at the intrusion, grasping at his shoulders as he slid into you. "Ohhh, fuck-" you moaned.

The man hissed above you, fisting his hands into the sheets. "Oh, mierda, that's good." He began thrusting into you, setting a slow pace that quickly gained speed as you got acquainted with the feeling of him inside of you.

"More," you whined, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper. "More, sir, please..."

He snaked one hand between your bodies, reaching to play with your clit. His fingers rubbing circles into the sensitive bud had you reeling, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure rapidly building in you.

"You close?" he rasped, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts grew erratic. "Want you to come with me, can ya do that, hermosa?"

You nodded, gasping as he speared you on his dick over and over again. "Mhmm."

A moment later he was spilling inside of you with a loud groan, and the feeling of him filling you up was what pushed you over the edge. You came hard, searing waves of pleasure running through your trembling body.

"Bruno..." you sighed as he collapsed on top of you. "Holy fuck."

"I know," he laughed breathlessly, pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

You turned to him, resting an arm across his stomach. "Happy anniversary, Bruno."

"Happy anniversary, cariño."

[pyrodolls]

sugar daddy! johnny cage x reader hcs

warnings: established relationship, gender neutral reader, slight angst if you squint

summary: sfw hcs of johnny cage being a sugar daddy in your relationship

a/n: howdy y’all. guess what. i wrote this outta nowhere cuz i saw someone thirsting for a sugar daddy johnny sooooo. here we are. i love writing this goofy goober hes so silly. sorry for all my late updates these days btw. ive had this in my drafts for weeks istg.

- dating a rich dude has its perks. like being spoiled 24/7!

- johnny doesn’t have a specific love language. but if he had to have one, it would be gift giving.

- it’s not *just* because he has the financial stability to do so, but he loves showing off his knowledge of your taste by giving you gifts catered towards your interests.

- if you ever happen to dislike something he got, even if you hid your disapproval, johnny would immediately notice and replace it. only the best for his beloved!

- he probably would notice right away if you didn’t like something. you don’t show it with your face, but he can just *tell* sometimes. it’s like a gut feeling to him. spidey senses, even. sugar daddy senses.

- “johnny, there’s no need to waste your time returning it. i like it, i swear!”

- “no you don’t. but no worries, honey. i’ll be back in a jiffy! i’ll come back with an even better gift. a gift so good, it’ll change your life! trust me.”

- if you ever mention that you like something, johnny would be searching for it in every store he enters and he would spend hours looking it up online. he wouldn’t just buy *all* the stuff he sees for you, he must find only the best of the best for you.

- let’s say you mentioned that you liked ducks one time. that night before going to sleep in your shared bed, johnny would turn away from you and he’d search all over the internet for anything with ducks on it. or a giant duck plush. you would try to look over his shoulder to see what he’s searching for, but he’d childishly wiggle his finger in front of your face and say “no peeking!”

- expect large packages to show up at your door every day. johnny loves online shopping, and you’d have to pry his phone away from his fingers to stop his addiction.

- 90% of the packages aren’t even for him. most of it is for you. clothes he thinks would look great on you and show off your body, accessories you showed the slightest bit of interest in, or cds/vinyl of your favorite artists (some are even signed, thanks to johnny’s connections.)

- he doesn’t want you to pay him back. johnny spoils you because he loves you. he is fully aware that he doesn’t have to. it’s just his way of showing that he loves you and he can provide for you for the rest of your life, if you’d let him.

- you don’t even have to lift a single finger! let him buy you clothes and food and other necessities, he loves doing so.

- no matter how badly you wish to pay him back, johnny would not let you. he doesn’t want you to pay him back as if it’s debt. all he wants in return is your affection and validation.

- he would never admit it, but he craves validation from you all the time. he lost his ex-wife because he was so caught up in the money and fame in his life, and he doesn’t want to repeat history. if he ever accidentally overwhelmed you with his job or money, he would feel extremely guilty about it. it’s pretty much his greatest fear.

- overall, johnny loves spoiling you. you’re such a sweet and precious thing, so of course he must treat you well! you deserve the greatest luxuries he can provide, whether you asked for it or not. if you ever ask for anything, don’t feel like a brat, he wouldn’t mind! in fact, he would love to grant your wishes every time you ask for a certain gift. if not, no worries. he can learn your likes and dislikes the longer you’re together, no need to tell him what you want. he’ll figure it out.

[c0la-queen]

Hellooo! I just found your page and saw that you write eddsworld stuff! (It’s hard to find fics like yours) and I was reading some of it and I just had a request I wanted to ask (if you don’t mind :D) okay so imagine tords father being actually affectionate with his wife (in private of course) but not just like kisses and stuff he’s LITERALLY all over his wife and is literally not afraid to drag her into the bedroom and tries to tell tord to be like that with his future wife! Btw I love all your fics I’m still reading them now lol

Okay this is a little funny to me because I'm just imagining my version of Tord except he has zero to minimal amounts of daddy issues compared to what he has in my usual timeline. So for this ask, we're delving into Tord: Healthy Family Edition. (Also I am so sorry for being dead. I'm a freshman going to college for the first time and have been adapting to everything!! You guys' support and patience means everything to me!)

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So we're running off the scenario I gave in my Red Leader dating headcanons. If you haven't read that, see my General Dating Headcanons post.

If you're not interesting in reading that, which I totally understand, here's a brief summary of how Red Leader and Reader met:

Reader starts out as Red Leader's personal secretary. He's notorious for having such a horrible temper that he runs through secretaries like Sarah Boone ran through lawyers (true crime joke, sorry). However, Reader handled his temper and returned it to him tenfold, earning his respect and eventually his love.

Now, in this world, Tord actually had a healthy family life. As the ask said, his father was very openly affectionate and in love with Tord's mother when in private. With Tord and his younger sister, it was what you'd see from parents in media that were happy and in love. Open PDA, frequent dates, and compliments galore. Tord's father, as the Red Leader, would shower Tord's mother in gifts - the finest jewelry in whichever metal she preferred, luxury chocolates, trips to different countries, etc. But it wasn't always money. He spoiled her in other ways, too. Filling the house with vases of her favorite flowers. Giving her massages in the privacy of their bedroom if she was sore. Doing everything in the house on days when she's especially tired. When his mother was pregnant with Tord's younger sister, his father's already heavy spoiling was increased tenfold. Tord was old enough to perceive the world at that point, so his father made sure to hammer into his brain that when his future wife is pregnant, he needs to treat her like a goddess incarnate. Tord took that to heart.

When Tord got older - about his teenage years, maybe around when his father had "the talk" with him (he had no idea Tord didn't need "the talk" and that he had been exposed to copious amounts of hentai when he was 15) - his father started to teach Tord how he expected him to treat his future wife all the time. Of course, Tord had grown up seeing how his father lavished on his mother. But there were some parts that he didn't quite understand as a child that his father clarified. Like his mother's periods! His father taught Tord that while all periods were experienced differently, there were a few different things that generally all period-havers enjoyed. I recently saw a TikTok where a woman said "however much you're spoiling your girlfriend during her period, I want you to triple it." This is something that Tord's father would say to him.

As for bedroom happenings, Tord's parents would do what good parents should do and make sure that the kids are never exposed to that part of their lives. When they're old enough to know what sex even is, Tord wants NOTHING to do with even thinking about his parents having sex. It sends shivers down his spine. For your pleasure as the dear readers on the other side of the screen, I will just say - Tord definitely got his father's genetics <3. Tord's mother was a very content woman.

Back to present day Red Leader (Tord, not his father), there are two stages to his relationship with Reader. The first stage is when they're still dating. Well,, dating in Reader's eyes. As I said in the general headcanons, Red Leader sees dating Reader as an unneeded formality. But Reader, being sensible, still wanted to take it slow instead of jumping straight into marriage. She would continue to work as his personal secretary - its his fucking army, whose going to stop him? The HR department isn't going to say anything since they're both consenting adults and any soldier who is stupid enough to try to accuse Reader of being a gold-digger is going to be cleaning every bathroom on base for a month.

Where it differs in this timeline is that Red Leader wouldn't try to keep a professional air around you in public. He'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your torso, resting his chin on your shoulder. It doesn't matter if you're talking to another soldier about some paperwork or some other red tape nonsense. If the soldier you're talking to has any objections, they're quickly silenced by Red Leader's piercing stare. They're not risking putting their ass on the line. If you berate him for it afterwards, Red Leader will just pout and whine like a petulant child. He was getting bored doing paperwork and just wanted to hold you, how is that a problem :( He's so protective of you and is even more open about it now. He'll give you at least one body guard if you're going somewhere without him. Makes sure that you're exempt from normal soldier duties because HIS darling should only be tending to him and that's it. He openly shows so much favoritism toward you that even if you two were trying to keep your relationship a secret, every soldier was able to see it within like a week.

Once you two are married, you don't have the option of still getting to be a soldier. Red Leader will let you have whatever hobby you want - no matter how strange, niche, or complex it is, he'll fund it just to make you happy - but you're not going to be doing ANY kind of work if he has anything to say about it. Even if you just end up sleeping through most of the day, he's perfectly content to let you nap the day away all safe and cuddled up in his luxury satin bedsheets. Shows so much PDA all the time. Doesn't matter where you are or who is there. If you're in the base and some soldiers come into Red's office for something, he'll talk to them with a straight face while you lounge on his lap doing something or other. Discussion over drinks with an ally world leader of his? He'll still have you pulled flush to his side with his arm around your waist. Out in public with cameras on you? You bet your ass he'll still pull you in for a sweet, chaste kiss or press his lips to your temple as a silent reminder that he loves you.

Took all his father's advice to heart. You are the most spoiled person on the entire planet, you think. Cleopatra would be so envious with the way that you had Red Leader falling to his knees at your feet just to make you happy. Anything you want, anything at all, he'll get it for you. There has been multiple times where you were craving something specific from a certain country and Red Leader made it his mission to fly out to that country just to get you your craving. All the same kinds of presents that he watched his father shower on his mother - he would get for you, too. Jewelry in your favorite gemstones or ones that matched your eyes. Diamonds in every form, shape, and size. Clothing made of the finest imported materials. Desserts from around the world that were made for queens. Hundreds of dollars of perfumes in your favorite scents. Anything and everything just for you.

Takes your periods very seriously. He somehow knows your cycle better than you do. Tracks it like his life depends on it. He knows that your period is coming days before you're even aware that its time. The morning it starts, he's already got everything on hand. Whatever things work best for your period. A heating pad or ice packs, a bottle of Midol, and every snack and drink that you crave. He'll have the base kitchens make bulk desserts just to have on hand for you. Ice cream is already in the freezer. You're aching or bloated? The bath is already full and has your favorite bath oils added. That metal arm does wonders to massage your aching muscles. If you need something weighted for your cramps, what better than a buff soldier to lie on top of you! (If you need any kind of release, Red Leader isn't afraid of a little blood ;3)

If you ever get pregnant? Forget ever getting up for any reason other than daily exercise that's healthy for you and the baby. Even then, you're only allowed to walk around you and Red Leader's living quarters or out in the grassy training grounds with Red Leader by your side the entire time. Other than that, you are confined to bed or couch rest at all times. You are literally growing his child every hour of the day for the next nine months. Red Leader doesn't want you even thinking of doing anything other than resting and being the amazing person that you are. He'll do everything that the base doctors said would be good for you and the baby. He makes vitamin and herbal drinks for you, gets you every craving, and makes sure you're at top health. He deals with your shifting hormones without ever making a fuss. The affection is cranked to maximum - with the gift-giving having the added bonus of baby oriented items. He was never happier than when he sat on the floor of the nursery, putting together your new IKEA crib while you researched nursery themes on Pinterest in the plush chair against the wall. Not to mention, he increased base security more than ever during those nine months. He didn't want any of his enemies even sneezing within 1,000 miles of the base without him knowing about it. Not when the love of his life was more vulnerable and fragile than ever.

Tord's father in this timeline would be proud of the man he raised. Women are a gift to this world and deserve to be treated as such. Reader is Tord's entire world and he wants her to feel like it.

[starlightshadowsworld]

My thoughts on Bsd chapter 119.

I am not prepared at all.

And the lack of an authors comment is not helping.

Spoilers under the cut

I know it’s probably cos man is tall but Fyodor looks like he’s floating.

Asagiri let Atsushi say fuck. He deserves it more than anyone at this point.

I see Fyodor’s keeping with the whole knight but good lord this so unsettling.

Yeah Atsushi stranger danger, maintain a distance.

Interesting how Fyodor calls Atsushi an “innocent beast” because of how Atsushi’s been previously called a bringer/beast of calamity.

“Should I speak plainly?”

I wasn’t aware he knew how to do that.

Wait was I right? Is Atsushi more than simply the books guide? Or something else entirely?

Glad Atsushi remembered this fucker is a liar.

“Do you mean to say your hands are clean?” FUCK YOU FYODOR Atsushi don’t listen to him!

Fuck…so all that talk about how Atsushi’s claws could “even kill a god” were right.

So the tigers claws are the “bookmark” explains how Atsushi’s been able to cut through abilities.

Fyodor sounds like a kid who won in among us and won’t stop talking about how his 200 IQ move.

Great now the fourth dimension exists in this series.

Oh so Gozen is just Darkseid? Great. Greeaaaat.

Yeah Fukuzawa I hear you we may not have a choice here.

I knew he was gonna brag about beating Dazai when he didn’t that fucking liar.

I love how Fyodor’s like yeah escaped prison and created a 4th dimensional being man I need a nap.

Mood honestly.

Called it knew he was gonna give Atsushi the choice to join him. But fuck I didn’t expect it like this…keep your hands to self my dude.

And of course he knows Atsushi would refuse dangles the return of the agency as a bribe. The way I completely forgot about the page 😅

Is that why only side was used?! Dude.

…oh shit Atsushi accepted. I did not see that coming. Ahh but Fyodor’s face…that’s not comforting. This feels way too easy.

AHHHHH!!! ATSUSHI!!! FUCK!!!!

God the way Atsushi’s on the ground begging Fyodor to save his friends…fuck man Atsushi :(

…Whst?…

AKUTUGAWA?!!!!

Okay so fuck the I epilogue guess damn! And he’s monologuing in Shakespearn god I missed him.

Akutagawa I swear to god if you martyr yourself again.

“It’s no use Akutagawa you’ll die if you fight that thing” and we’re reusing the same dialogue as last time.

WHAT?! He doesn’t remember Atsushi?!

Oh so Akutagawa’s reinforcing his blade? Damn Akutagawa really said I am the dark knight.

Okay I might be taking back my mockery at “do we need anyone else” line.

I wonder if the durability is also Bram’s gift to Akutagawa.

[joocomics]

only for tonight

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2023 *ੈ✩

pairings: jooyeon x fem!reader x jiseok

genre: smut wc: 5k

summary: jooyeon sucks at secret santa, and when he shows up empty handed at the party where everyone’s exchanging their presents, he decides to gift his friend you for the night

warnings: dub-con, toxic relationships, possessive behaviour

contains: sub!reader, unprotected sex, cuckolding that turns into a threesome, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m/f), choking (f!rec), spanking, cussing, name calling (slut/whore), deepthroating, alcohol consumption, a few slaps here and there, a sprinkle of anal play but no anal sex (f!rec)

“Seriously, Jooyeon? How could you forget?” You whisper as loudly as you possibly could with the loud music blasting in the room. “It’s a Christmas party,” you add to emphasize his foolish mistake. He doesn’t seem to care though, swallowing the last few sips of yet another alcoholic drink, while you both follow Jiseok’s footsteps.

“Look, I get it, you can stop nagging now,” he hisses in a slightly irritated tone. “I’ll just get him something next week or something, it’s not a big deal,” he says, as you see Jiseok pointing at a white door.

You pass by the guests, leaving the living area and the three of you enter in which seems to be his bedroom.

You look around, enjoying the much quieter space. Jiseok’s apartment currently is definitely too crowded for your taste and this little empty corner of it was a nice change of scenery. Most of the time when there’s parties like this one you just decline the invitation, but it’s Christmas, and it’s Jiseok’s first big party in his new apartment, there was no way you could’ve miss it.

He was one of the few nice friends of Jooyeon who you didn’t mind being around.

He quickly opens and closes the wardrobe which is mostly empty like the rest of the room. The only thing he’s made is the bed and his gaming chair, the rest of his belongings are still waiting in an unopened boxes, except a few bags of clothes. He jumps over the scattered mess before walking up to you with a small present in his hand.

“Merry Christmas,” he gives you a genuine ear-to-ear smile before speaking again as you stare at the gift. “Pulled your name for Secret Santa.”

“Oh, really? Thank you, Jiseok…” you smile back, gently touching the red ribbon. “Merry Christmas to you too!”

Behind you Jooyeon leans back on the wooden desk, watching with interest how the scene unfolds.

“Awhh,” he imitates your surprised gasps while crossing arms to his chest. “Open it already! Let’s see if it’s better than what I got you.”

You roll your eyes at the comments just for Jiseok to see. He only laughs, finding Jooyeon’s overreaction humorous while you on the other hand couldn’t help, but feel like it rubbed you the wrong way.

Jiseok takes a step back, giving you time to open the gift. You rip off the festive wrapping paper, and after the small velvety box opens, you see a delicate silver bracelet that makes you swallow your tongue in surprise. You did not expect such a beautiful piece.

“Oh my goodness, it’s gorgeous! I-I don’t know what to say…” You take it out carefully.

“Phew, thank god I don’t have to go back to that store.” Jiseok’s face puckers as if he remembers something really unpleasant. “Glad you like it though.”

“Absolutely,” you say, when you feel Jooyeon’s presence appearing behind your shoulder.

“Do you need help putting it on?” He steals the jewellery from your hand, viewing it up close.

You nod without saying a word as something unsettling drops to the pit of your stomach from the way he’s suddenly behaving.

He reaches for your wrist while Jiseok is already about to exit the room.

“Alright, I gotta return to my party, I’ll wait fo—“

“Actually,” Jooyeon cuts him off, clasping the dangling bracelet. “I was supposed to get you something too, but I completly forgot. Hope you don’t mind.” He holds your hand between his two palms for several seconds before letting it go.

“Of course not,” Jiseok grins, finding the possibility amusing. “No biggie.” He opens the door, but his friend interrupts again.

“You’re not mad? It’s your party after all, and you got my girlfriend a nice present.”

“Dude, don’t worry about it. You’ll buy me a beer and we’re even.” He shrugs shoulders with eyes still smiling. His hand holds the door lock, as he notices some changes in Jooyeon’s expression.

“Now that I think about it… I actually might have something for you,” Jooyeon’s lips slid upwards, causing Jiseok to raise a brow.

“And that is?”

“Y/N. Only for tonight, of course.”

“What?” you exclaim, hoping for an immediate explanation.

Jiseok’s surprise follows yours with a delay, because he wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What are you talking about?” he asks just when you move to stand between the two of them.

You and Jooyeon are face to face, but it’s like he looks right through you. You couldn’t understand a word of his at this point. Instead of giving you some clarity he takes a quick look at his phone.

“There’s an hour and a half left till midnight. I think that’s more than enough.” He shoves the cellphone back in his pocket, and waits for any reaction from Jiseok who could only stare at him in disbelief.

“I don’t think I get it,” he shakes his head, not able to take the idea seriously. It sounds too good to be true, especially from the mouth of Jooyeon who doesn’t let any guy from his friend group even breathe next to you.

“I’m giving you one hour with my girlfriend,” your boyfriend explains in a completely calm manner that made your skin crawl. “That’s my christmas gift.” A delighted smile takes over his face when he wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, don’t pretend in front of me.”

Jiseok attempts to say something back, but he only gets silenced as Jooyeon’s rising voice dominates the conversation.

“We’re friends and good friends share with each other, right Y/N?”

You couldn’t recognise your own boyfriend at that moment.

“She was so worried that I didn’t buy you anything. Tsk, my sweet considerate kitten, always looking out for others.” He eyes you up and down, grinning mischievously and still not letting go of Jiseok. “I know you want to fuck her,” he whispers in his ear. “You’ve always wanted to.”

“Jooyeon…” your breath hitches as you look for the right words. He couldn’t be talking seriously. He couldn’t give you to someone else.

“Yes, doll.”

Jiseok flinches after Jooyeon pulls away. He comes up to caress your cheeks, anticipating your words. Either his fingertips are cold or you’re just on fire all of a sudden, you couldn’t tell.

Before you can form a coherent thought, Jooyeon forces his lips on top of yours. The jewellery box falls from your hand as you wince from his grip. The alcoholic taste flows into your mouth when he parts your lips to slip his tongue, stimulating all of your senses.

Whatever the situation was, Jooyeon’s touch always brought butterflies in your stomach, making you forget what’s happening around you, and that drove you crazy.

Your mouth begins moving like it has a life of its own, letting more of his tongue in, smooching his bottom lip and swallowing more of his breaths.

“He’s watching, right?” He drops the question between your kisses with an erotic raspiness to it.

You pull back, peaking from his shoulder and catch Jiseok’s stare. This makes him immediatelly look to the other side of the room, acting as if he didn’t see a thing.

“Go sit down.”

With your legs trembling, you do as Jooyeon commands, sitting at the end of the bed. He comes to grip on the sides of your turtleneck sweater, fully removing it from your body. The sudden chilly air makes you shiver as you remain in your lacy bralette.

“Let’s show him how fucking gorgeous you are.”

He tosses the piece of clothing on the ground and glares at his friend.

Jiseok sighs, running a hand through his dark hair as he always does when he’s contemplating about something. He walks around the room, straying away as far as possible, but his attention turns back to you every time. He tries to compose himself, however, his body language betrays him.

Suddenly all of the perverse thoughts he’s had of you on the days you’ve hung out together can be evident in his expressions.

Jooyeon sees them all.

“You’re very quiet over there.” Your boyfriend evokes.

“What do you want me to say?” Jiseok raises his voice as his expression transforms into something different than what it used to be. “Yeah, I want to fuck her, so what?” He scoffs after he sees Jooyeon’s satisfied smirk follow.

He watches him jump on the bed without paying more attention to him.

The truth is, Jooyeon has been secretly wanting to share you with someone for a while now, and the only person he’s willing to do it with is Jiseok. They grew up together, and Jooyeon has learned through the years how to read every single expression of his face. He’s perfectly aware that Jiseok has been dreaming to fuck you the day he introduced you to him as his girlfriend - alone, he can bet.

Your heart starts raising as both of them finally surround you. Jiseok gets closer only to drop down in your legs.

“He’s been wanting to do this for so long, sweetheart, let him have a taste.” He moves your hair across the shoulder to kiss your neck. He knows this is a very easy way to make you lower your guard, it was one of your favorite places to feel him on your body. The numbness in your bones gradually decreases with every warm nibble he makes at your flesh.

You open your eyes wide when you feel your jeans unzip. Jooyeon gets you to stand up and you nervously pull them off, so close to Jiseok who’s sitting on his knees in anticipation that’s too obvious.

He couldn’t control his gaze as much as before. He follows the length of your legs - from your feet, kneecaps, to your plush thighs, that seem not so resistant as before. Instead of staying closed, they slowly open, revealing the dark violet color of your underwear.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl…” Your boyfriend traces a finger down to your bellybutton. “With the most delicious cunt,” he presses his middle finger hard exactly on your clit, causing you to hold your breath. “Time runs fast, if you want to get your dick inside, you better start eating,” he glares down at his friend, before pulling your panties, leaving them to hang around your ankles.

For Jiseok this is like a slap in the face. He would’ve never imagined that of all girls he knows, he would get to taste you - the main character in most of his fantasies. He twitches in his underwear as he completely removes you from your own.

“Excited?” Your boyfriend asks, braking him out of his trance and gives your bare pussy a harsh slap.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out, wetting his lips.

Jooyeon watches with amusement the way he gulps while thirsting over the view. He can fuck you whenever he wants while his friend gets only an hour.

It takes you a second to realise this is really happening. When Jiseok goes in between your inner thighs and lets his flat tongue slide up your folds, you feel your brain shutting off.

He doesn’t start slow. He doesn’t even give you a chance to get used to his unfamiliar mouth. He twirls his tongue up your clit, causing you to gasp over and over again. His jaw moves in a rush, as he’s trying to eat as much as he can from you, in case Jooyeon changes his mind. You can feel how you warm up inside from every harsh lick he leaves on you, each one getting stronger and only better than the last one. It forces your teeth to chew on your lips, repressing every sound that creeps up in your throat.

It doesn’t feel right to show how much you actually like this.

“Damn, he’s not playing,” Jooyeon cackles at Jiseok’s face digging harder into you, as he holds your legs apart. “But a slut like you must enjoy that, right?” He looks at your lips pressed desperately together, taking it as an answer.

Jiseok moves onto slurping greedily at your slickness in a way that makes you believe a single drop doesn’t get wasted. His on going muffled moans shoot vibrations through your core only adding to the already existing moisture. You were not the only one aware of the lewd squelching noises in the room, because you could feel the growing boner poking at you from behind. It means you’re really as wet as you feel, and it means Jooyeon knows it too.

Your cheeks flush as the need for more gradually builds up in your lower tummy, making you muddle over the thought of cumming in front of them. If Jiseok doesn’t stop soon it will be impossible to keep hiding your emotions, and you’re not sure what would that mean for you. Is this really what Jooyeon wants?

“Shit, you sound so pretty down there, kitten,” Jooyeon’s warm alcoholic breath kissess your face, as you press your tilted head in the crook of his neck. “Getting wetter, huh?”

He makes sure to follow carefully every little flinch of your body; how your chest now falls quicker than it did minutes ago. How your legs occassionaly make his hands shake, forcing him to tighten the grip around them. He’s impressed you made it this far without moaning, but also flattered.

Your legs drop to the floor at the same exact moment Jiseok pulls back from your pussy for the first time since he went down on you. He allows you to take a good look of his glistening face, as the stripes of your bra slip from your shoulders. The lust in his eyes becomes so apparent as the lingerie exposes your chest, that all of your doubts and insecurities begin to fade away. The immediate thought that runs into your mind from gazing at his seducing plump lips makes your heart skip a beat. How have you not noticed his attractiveness till now? You watch him take his slender fingers to his mouth, gathering all of the wetness you coated him with only to suck it off with ease. The provocativeness in his act makes your adrenaline rush go higher, but the unexpected words after it even more.

“Sweet,” he humms in a dreamy voice. “Just how I expected you to be.”

You swallow shyly, as if you were sucking on the sticky mess along with him. As much as you want to, you can’t deny it - he turns you on.

You jerk up from your seat as Jooyeon’s own fingers brush through your exposed nipples, stealing your attention away from Jiseok, who on the other hand uses the opportunity to pull you down a little, so he could draw in your entire cunt into his face.

“Fuck her hole with tongue, she loves that shit.”

With your sensitive perked up nipples being pulled on, and Jiseok’s experienced tongue moving in and out of you, it’s no use to resist anymore. You squeeze your eyes and let it out as if Jiseok’s not there at all.

“Ahh, that’s it,” your boyfriend smirks approvingly over your soft cries, tightly holding you in his lap. “Don’t hold back, dirty girl, I wanna see how big of a whore you can get. Let it all out for me.”

When he catches your fingers tugging on the sheets from the overwhelming amount of tongue fucking, he leaves your breasts and forces your wrists behind your back.

Meanwhile, Jiseok suddenly moves his tongue between your lips, slowly sliding his way up to your clit. He sucks on the swollen bud relentlessly, as he fills up your needy hole with two fingers. You arch your spine, while every twist makes your legs shake every two seconds in the air. You don’t realise you’re about to close them around his head from the sensational feeling until he stops you with his free hand, as he begins to aim at your sweet spot with the other - knuckles deep inside you.

It feels so good you could feel the room spinning without lifting your eyelids.

“Fuck, gonna cum any second now…” Jooyeon grunts, but his words could be barely heard from your moaning, that only gets louder. “You’re so fuckin’ easy.” The knuckles of his hands are almost white from keeping your wrists tightly together while your body squirms out of control because of another guy. His vision turns hazy, an effect from the mixture of arousal and alcohol flowing in his veins while Jiseok savours every second of your orgasm.

After the fingers curled up between your walls slow down, your body loosens up like it’s made of jelly. You rest your head on Jooyeon’s thigh, feeling lightheaded and out of breath while his palm strokes your scalp gently like it’s praising you.

“Time to fill you up, doll.” He says, finding your mouth with his fingers. You stick out your tongue feeling their familiar warm texture, as you realise that for the first time tonight his voice sounds softer. The moment you’re about to wrap your lips around them though, he pulls away.

You shift on the bed, not sure what exactly to do, while both of them unbuckle their pants.

“You’re not allowed to look at her face from now on, got it?” Jooyeon warns Jiseok who only nods, but also very clearly tries to hold back a chuckle as well. “I’m serious.”

“Got it.” Jiseok replies more earnestly, stroking his erected cock at the sight of you waiting on all fours in the middle of his bed. The flushed look of your spread cunt dripping down your skin, and clenching from thin air makes him so impatient, but he has to wait for Jooyeon to do the first move, or he risks ruining his chance.

You suck your bottom lip, as you watch Jooyeon posing fully naked in front of you. He grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up.

“If I catch you looking anywhere else I’ll get very mad, kitten.”

You’re only able to nod at his threat.

“I know you enjoy acting like a slut, but you should know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Jooyeon,” you murmur weakly, tracing his thigh with one hand. You see the corners of his lips slid up, and you repeat the same words again. Slower this time, letting the effect sink under his skin.

While you have this moment with him, you could feel Jiseok’s presence getting closer from behind, and it makes your skin burn with a new type of desire you haven’t experienced before. It makes your pussy tingle from excitement, as you’re aware this isn’t something you should be feeling. The second his palm touches your waist you shiver from eagerness to feel him entering inside. You still haven’t recovered from your first release, but you don’t care.

Your nails dig into your boyfriend’s flesh, as you expand to meet Jiseok’s cock. Everything happens so easily, so smoothly from the way you got slippery wet beforehand. The immediate pleasure that shoots through your body makes your jaw drop immensely, but Jooyeon makes sure to close it by grabbing your face roughly with his big hand. He squeezes harshly, and you couldn’t believe the amount of arousal this brought you.

“Enjoy this while it lasts, doll,” he stares down at you while soft mewls drip through your squished lips, as Jiseok glides in and out. “You get to whore out, because I let you to. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.” His erection twiches at your pretty sounds, leaking precum from the sweet pressure.

What you’re doing right now is scandalous, and you would’ve never thought that you would agree to something like it in your whole life, but seeing how turned on Jooyeon gets, makes you want to go all the way.

“O-oh my god,” you moan through hitched breaths from Jiseok’s hips now thrusting into a much quickening pace.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, slut?” Jooyeon asks.

“Ngh-h, y-yes…” you admit, not able to look at him for too long from embarrassment.

“I knew it,” he grins, gazing at your pretty face with smeared makeup all over it. How it immediately blushes from his words. “I know you so well, my doll. Better than anyone.”

Your head drops down from neck pain when he lets go, leaving it to move back and forth from the pounding. You squel from swallowing Jiseok’s cock even deeper now, taking every new hit he sends to your g-spot. The skin around your waist burns from his fingertips gripping harder, as he aims for steady and more intense thrusts. Nasty cussing and deep moans keep flying from his mouth, blending with your own sounds, and you can’t help, but shut your eyes and hold on Jooyeon for support.

“Fuck, look at you already passing out,” he chuckles, removing your hands from himself.

You’re just about to adjust when an unexpected slap lands on your face and for a brief moment you lose all sorts of orientation. Your upper body sinks into the mattres meanwhile your toes curl at Jiseok’s continuous thrusting.

“Eyes up, slut.” Jooyeon demands, as he wraps a fist around his base, waiting for you to face him.

The only reason you’re able to keep yourself on your elbows is because your hole gets emptied, allowing you to catch your breath. You feel it twitching miserably from the sudden absence.

“Shit, she feels so good,” Jiseok traces a hand along your spine, before going back to your ass, giving it a loud smack. “I can do this all night,” he slaps harsher, earning a squeal from you.

You’re so tempted to turn around, but you shouldn’t.

While he plays with your cheeks Jooyeon gets closer, causing his flushed tip to brush at your drooling lips.

“Wider.” He grumbles at your pathetic attempt to open your mouth. It already hurts enough from moaning so much.

His head falls back, as you take more and more, freeing him of some of the tension. Your tongue doesn’t stop pleasing his thickness, as you move further, winning yourself a few praises by managing to take all of his length.

“Good job, sweetheart, take all of it for me..” he groans, not able to hold back from bucking his hips up anymore. He wants to feel as much as possible of your warm throat.

You concentrate on moving your mouth around him, keeping his pace, but Jiseok becomes a distraction. You sense his fingers moving to your folds, teasing, before gathering some of the fluids. He catches you off guard, when you realise he uses them as lube to massage your tiny asshole while you blow your boyfriend. Your stomach twirls from the new burst of arousal. Jooyeon has never done this to you.

When Jiseok catches you whining softly, he decides to add a little more pressure, keeping the circles on the sensitive spot going.

The overstimulating feeling makes you slow down your sucking, and you end up with only your boyfriend’s leaking head inside your mouth. The circles are getting addictive, and not enough at the same time.

Once Jooyeon catches that he gives your cheek another slap, that stings for a little longer this time.

“You’re slacking,” he complains, and you instantly swallow him whole again.

“Have you ever fucked her ass?” Jiseok asks, sliding a small portion of his index finger, already aware of what the answer is going to be.

As you help yourself with your fist, you accidentally grip the exposed base of Jooyeon’s cock a bit harsher than you’re supposed to when you feel the finger twist around, streching you, and caressing your nerves.

Jooyeon hisses from the pain, but a part of him certainly got turned on.

“No,” he admits dryly.

“I think she’d like it.” Jiseok plays with the tight hole that squeezes half of his finger so nicely, that it leads to him automatically fantasising another threesome in the future. With you being filled up both ways.

Jooyeon chuckles when you spit him out to free a drawed out whimper.

“We’ll try it out, right baby? Just the two of us.” He asks, shifting up to fill your drooling mouth again. “You’re a good little slut who loves getting filled up after all.”

Jiseok removes his finger slowly, watching how the hole clenches desperately afterwards. Lucent mess drips between your cheeks only increasing his cravings. He couldn’t help, but wonder what other things you’re probably missing out on in bed, as his hand crawls up your back again.

You wrap your lips around Jooyeon’s red leaking tip, sucking just how he likes it, while your skin shivers from the warm wandering palm. The sheets under you soak with spit, as you go further, speeding up the pace to get him to finish. When you welcome the head back into your throat, you hold for a moment, preparing to spit it out in the next few second for a quick break. However, just when you try to pull away, Jiseok’s hand appears around your neck, pushing you all the way back down.

“Need a hand?” He asks in your ear, as he keeps your head down with Jooyeon’s emphasised tip stabbing your throat.

Your forehead sinks into Jooyeon’s lower abdomen, as you get teary eyed, dripping on his skin. You grabble onto him for support when the strong grip begins to move you up and down his hard length.

“F-fuck, love that dirty mouth so much..” Your boyfriend sighs, as you make his balls harder by coating him with saliva, gags and pleading noises. He rests back on his hands, watching like hypnotised the way his friend takes full control over your mouth.

With his other hand Jiseok takes your tangled hair up in order for Jooyeon to enjoy the sight of the visible lump in your throat, swelling from his pulsing cock. Seconds later that feel more like hours he drags you up, letting you cough your lungs out, before forcing you down again, causing Jooyeon to almost break down from pleasure.

You can swear you hear them exchange words, but you have no idea what they are, cause the only thing on your mind is how badly you need to breathe. Both of them throb from arousal, as they continue to bully your inflamed throat with never ending pushes. And despite the painful suffocation they bring you, you enjoy every moment of it.

Without a warning, Jiseok shoves his soaked cock back inside you, taking a pathetically sounding scream from your stuffed mouth. After he leaves your neck alone, you feel a shooting pain flying through your body, and all of it comes from him forcing his dick mercilessly in and out of you. You lose control and choke, turning Jooyeon’s low moans into rising wails.

“F-fuck, fuck, just like that..” your boyfriend whines, pressing your resisting head down his stimulated erection. “Take it like a true slut, baby.”

The lewd noises echo through the walls, clashing with the strong skin on skin slapping, that’s like music to Jooyeon’s ears. All sounds coming from the party outside the door are blocked out from his mind, leaving room only for what slips out of your mouth and drenched stretched out pussy. They pull his peak closer and closer, until it shatters.

You don’t know how or when, but Jooyeon’s cock is out of your mouth, and instead it’s spraying your whole face with ropes of hot cum. You gasp for air while also fight the urge to cry, as keeping yourself steady for him becomes torture with Jiseok chasing his own orgasm from behind. The thick seed sticks all over your skin, dripping down your neck and lips. Your jaw is stiff, your throat burns, your cheeks are puffy from tears, but Jooyeon is moaning from pure bliss, and that’s all you comprehend. Everything before that is a blur.

“F-fuck… so damn tight..” Jiseok groans behind your shoulder, leaving scarlet patches on your hips. He slams into you like he doesn’t care if it wrecks your insides or not, causing the sweet burning pain to tighten the overwhelming knot in your tummy.

You look up at the ceiling when your throat gets grabbed on from behind.

“God, the things I’d do to you if it was just the two of us..” He whispers in your ear. You can feel the mischievous smirk he speaks through, it leaves the same effect that a single lick from his tongue would’ve left you. “Hope you think of me next time he fucks you, sweetie.” He coos in quietly in your ear. “Bet he doesn’t eat pussy like I do, hm?”

You’re too perplexed from his bold words to do anything except listen and hope the way they make you feel doesn’t show through your face.

“I can eat ass even better than that.”

“P-please…” you could only sob in response. Your arched spine stiffens with pain, meanwhile you feel the burning sensation clearly as ever. “Please, let m-me cum, please..”

“Look at your whore begging me so nicely..” Jiseok scoffs, glancing at his friend who’s watching with his head tilted against the wall. But when your gummy walls grip his cock harder, the mocking sound turns into a deep moan.

Jooyeon shuffles in his place, peeling off his back from the wall. He takes a better look of his cum sliding down your delicious neckline, as he reaches between your legs.

“Should we let her?” Jiseok asks before scrunching his lips. His thrusts become slower and sloppier, but they don’t loose any of their strength.

Your boyfriend grins at your pleading eyes, that could barely stay open, as he stimulates your clit in addition to Jiseok’s tip hitting rough at your cervix. He nods at his friend and makes his slim fingers move quicker.

“You can cum now, doll.” He tells you, not able to look away from your dirty face. He sighs, feeling his weak cock trying to get hard again. It was expected, you look so hot covered in a total mess, while getting fucked in front of his eyes. Jiseok is going to think of this every time he looks at you from now on, and that excited him even more.

“Kiss me, please…” You beg, making Jooyeon lean in and slide his tongue into your dry mouth without hesitation.

His quick fingers work your clit, forcing your orgasm to come as soon as possible. His tongue plays with yours through erotic deep kisses that steal the few breaths you got left from Jiseok’s hands squeezing your throat.

When you crumble from the intense heat that quickly follows from the knot finally snapping, Jooyeon’s mouth swallows your mix of moans and whines. They make his skin run hot, and his blood boil in a way that could not compare to any alcoholic drink he’s ever had.

After you turn around to face Jiseok you can feel his words from earlier still lingering somewhere inside your mind. From his fixated gaze you get the feeling it’s the same for him too. His abs clench vividly, and when you go lower you see the view of his thick cock which shape you got so familiar with, filling his fist.

You surprise yourself when without even giving it a second thought, you lean down, allowing him to release on your face.

“You’re so nasty, sweetie..” He tilts your chin up. “Letting me cum over your boyfriend’s mess on that pretty face,” he speaks excited, while you look at him back through your tired hazy eyes. “I was gonna paint your sexy ass, but I like this idea too.”

Seconds later, Jooyeon watches his friend’s fluids landing on top of your face; some of it getting caught in your hair. They mix with his own turning your lovely features into a sinful mess he wants to capture forever. Without saying a word he jumps from the bed leaving you and Jiseok staring at each other with both your chests falling up and down in sync.

As you stay still, feeling all of the cum sinking under your skin, you follow your boyfriend’s figure. He returns with a playful smile and his phone pointing right at your face. You blink at him stunned.

Jiseok immediately claps approvingly, it’s like Jooyeon reads his mind sometimes. He was just thinking the same thing.

As many people have told them before, they’re the same person just split into two different bodies.

“Smile, gorgeous,” your boyfriend says with a cheeky grin, and you obey.

As you always do.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[obsessive-valentine]

Are your request open? Can I request a sequel to Barbarian?

I know he's kind and everything but I don't think I could give in to him 100%, like yes, probably return the kindness but never love him. Reader feels a lot of guilt about the attack and I think that after the event and realizing that they didn't have much to do in the situation, they just felt numb about everything, living on autopilot except when they are with their dog.

This is just my interpretation and basically a self insertion sorry haha.

I would love to know about their daily lives! Does the barbarian take reader to war with him? (If you delve deeper into my idea) Would he realize that reader doesn't talk to him much? Would he be jealous of the dog?

Requests are always open, I love to hear about people’s thoughts on my silly little characters lol.

I did focus more on the barbarians perspective on the relationship rather the actual complexity of the whole thing and psychological depth of it all, it was a rather shallow Drabble but I’d love to expand more on his character. I’ll see if I come up with any domestic short stories for him in the coming weeks, love that idea thanks :)

Yandere!Barbarian X GN!Reader Headcanons

The barbarian himself isn’t a good person, morally or in any other way, and he knows that. He understands what he’s done to you -pulled you away from everything you’ve ever known or loved leaving it all in tatters- he understands he’s killed innocent and guilty all the same and will continue to do so for the clan to thrive. And he doesn’t feel bad about any of it.

He definitely tries to sympathise with how his greed effects you, but, he doesn’t regret his actions but does understand to an extent how hard this is for you. This is why he tries to over compensate by gift giving and finding it within himself to be gentle and patient, so as not to damage you further (despite that being the polar opposite of how he was raised).

He’s not super emotionally intelligent so doesn’t really know what to do aside from the above. Anyone with common sense will learn fast that they can’t fight him off so it’s very possible to become numb and retreat into the mind. If you wont retreat into his arms he will try make it so you feel comfort in his tent that way you’re not always on autopilot but enjoying a craft or something in your quiet tent if even just for a hour.

Honestly though he doesn’t really mind if you’re on autopilot but does expect you to tolerate him, so if you are adamant on distance or fighting him you might trigger his temper. Like pulling and tugging you around, making you sleep in the same bed no exceptions, raising his voice to remind you who you’re trying to challenge etc.

A very tearful darling is a whole other situation, he cant stand seeing you cry, he’d be sobbing, crying, throwing up on the inside while trying to maintain a poker face and think up a solution.

Onto a lighter topic, the barbarians do move camp every few weeks and that includes reader (dont worry he never makes you walk) they don’t have a permanent home just their tents though our barbarian does intend to settle down at some point once the fighting becomes to much hassle for his ageing bones. But never once does he imagine bringing you into one of his raids, rebellions or battles.

He leaves you at camp with the members that aren’t participating that particular day (like the few women, elders or barbarians that just didn’t go-nobody’s forced to fight every battle, just to pull their weight). And of course your beloved wolf dog who he doesn’t regret, he doesn’t get jealous easily especially of the dog he got you for the soul purpose of cheering you up, if he can’t cheer you up at least the dog can and that’s a win in his books.

He’s really not high maintenance, as long as at the end of the day he load up your plate with his finest hunt and sit near you while you both eat, watching whatever fight breaks out in the clan from a safe distance before he has to eventually step in. There’s not much entertainment in the middle of the woods during the evening so you both take what you can get even if it’s drunken fight.

Maybe he takes you and the dog out for walks or fetch if it gets really boring at camp. Will bring you the best stick he finds for you to play fetch with the dog, he sees how much the dog means to you so he treats it with utmost respect. He’ll let you have control over this one little thing in your life for your own sakes.

Therefore while he would prefer you to love him truly, he doesn’t expect it (mostly because half the time he can’t tell the difference between your compliance and you showing affection), doesn’t stop him from trying though. He’s a saint compared to the barbarians before him... only for you though.

[helluvapoison]

Crystal Clear

Zestial x Reader

warning: lil violence, probably inaccurate old english

Consider yourself lucky to find yourself under Zestial’s good graces and watchful eyes. While he sends you bottles of delicious, ancient wine and carnivorous flowers, others are on the opposite end. That’s what Alastor tells you at least and he refuses to elaborate. While you’re curious to know what could be the opposite of flowers, you think your imagination might be an easier pill to swallow than the truth.

You’ve long since agreed to go on that promenade with the Overlord (which you’ve found out means a walk by a lake) but Zestial, according to the notes on the recent bouquet of grey roses, “hasn’t known a moment’s peace” for a month now. His cursive is flawless with accentuated strokes and curls that take up the entire card. You wanted to thank him for all the gifts but a call felt impersonal… and something told you he didn’t own a phone.

A letter would probably suffice except you weren’t sure where to send it. Alastor continued to be no help. At first it struck you as odd because you thought the two of them were friends but that’s on you, you should have known Alastor doesn’t have friends. So you set out to Zestial’s corner of The Pride Ring. It was old fashioned like Cannibal Town but not nearly as nice.

By that, you mean the people are just as shitty as they are everywhere else in Hell.

Not even two steps over the invisible threshold and you’re shoved into the side of a building, cool brick meeting your shoulder hard. You move to give the jerk a silent “fuck you” at the very least, raising your middle finger as she bolts away from you. Two steps the same, she’s dragged into an alley by a shadow.

“Pray tell,” A familiar voice, so smooth and close, drowns out the nearby screaming. Zestial himself steals your attention and your breath. You don’t even have time to wonder where he came from.

“Doth thyn own eyes deceive? A firefly has entered the web of a spider by thous own accord? Thy had not expected this turn of events. What brings thee to my web this hellish day?”

“Oh! I wanted to thank you for all the presents you sent.” You explain, patting your pockets for the envelope addressed to him.

Humming, his eyes roam across his name as he gingerly takes the pink paper. He doesn’t open it then, instead bringing into the abyss of his coat where it disappears from your sight.

“The pleasure belongs entirely to thyn own self,” Zestial says politely, his smile disappearing as he speaks, “Oh how outrageous thou must be, for thou has been generously patient. Apologies, firefly. Thyst swears this will not happen twice.”

You tilted your head, brows pulling together as you deciphered Zestial’s words. When it settles in you’re quick to hold up your hands. You’re so quick to fix things, you missed his pet name again.

“I—Oh! No, I’m not upset! I understand you’re busy.”

This pleases Zestial immensely, his smile returning and etching across his face once more.

“Thous kindness continues. Please, allow thy to return thee from whence thou came. Thyn would be remiss should something happen to thee.” He paused, voice dropping as he glared over his shoulder, “Twice.”

Zestial swiftly offers his arm to you when you try to see what he was looking at. A part of you did know he was sparing you a gruesome sight… the other part didn’t care as much as you should.

Falling into step with the Overlord, you’re suddenly aware of how much labor he’s putting into walking at your pace. It looks effortless enough. He practically glides as he walks anyhow. Still, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. Despite slightly delving into his frustrations (via cards) about how busy he was, he seemed in no rush to return to his territory to deal with whatever it may be.

“I looked up what promenade means, by the way,” You say eventually, though the silence between you both was comfortable enough, “I’d officially like to accept your invitation now. When work slows down for you, of course.”

Zestial chuckles, looking straight ahead, “Thyn has been working tirelessly to ensure uninterrupted time with thee. Much like this, only with a more suitable location for such a sweet soul as thou.”

“Tirelessly, huh? Don’t forget to take breaks,” You chastise playfully.

“In thys undead existence, thyn has come to be sure that there is no time for breaks. Change is constant and quick. Thyn is forced to adapt when thyn does not wish to or thy will be left a—how did one say? A relic.”

Now it was your turn to frown.

“Someone said that to you?”

His amusement remained alive as ever despite the terrible insult.

“Fret not. There shan’t be much for one to say any longer.”

You cross your arms and nod firmly.

“Howevermore, mayhaps there was truth in one’s words. It appears to thy, that the more thyst resists the ever growing changes of this modern day, the farther thyst casts thys own self into darkness.” Zestial sighs and trails off towards the end, “Tis a rather lonely existence.”

Slowly, you nod your head. It takes a minute to translate what he said and another to respond but Zestial is nothing if not patient.

“Change is constant,” You begrudgingly agree.

He hums in appreciation, “Precisely.”

“But it doesn’t have to be lonely if you don’t want it to be. You have Carmilla and—” You hesitate which caught his attention.

“And?”

“Well, I was going to say me. If you want, that is.”

Zestial chuckles. It’s a dark, raspy sound that makes your bones vibrate and sends a shiver throughout your body.

“Thy would be honored to call thoust a friend.. for the time being. Thy can only be content in the darkness for so long now that light has been seen. Thoust will inevitably succumb to a courtship, thyself assures thee.”

“You lost me a little bit,” You replied, dipping your hand from side to side in a so-so motion.

The green of his eyes shrink upwards in amusement yet again. Zestial straightens, looking around as if debating something he doesn’t feel inclined to share this time. You show him the same courtesy he showed you and waited for him to gather his thoughts.

“As commerce for such a divine outing, and solidifying our enriching conversation, thoust will be repaid in kind. Just this once.” Zestial declares, holding up a single, slender finger from his coat, “You and I are much alike, dear firefly, we shall not be easily discouraged from our desires.”

He holds out his hand and waits for yours to join. It’s not a perfect fit, his fingers could wrap around yours two times over, but it feels nice. Zestisl is oddly warm with soft palms and an unfailingly gentle grip. Bowing, he kisses your knuckles like he did the first time,

“Until next time. Thy will count the seconds,” He says quietly.

You don’t realize there’s an audience until he sinks into the cracks on the ground and absconds from your view. If you’re honest, you didn’t catch quite a bit from the last few minutes. You’re still stuck in the web of time where Zestial said he desired you. At least you think that’s what he said. Funny, even when he says it in layman’s terms you’re still not sure what Zestial meant.

[chvnnie]

Hannie thoughts 🩷

He pursued you so sweetly and now you're expecting a sweet slow courtship. But now that he realizes just how into him you are, he takes full advantage. Rough in the bedroom confident Jisung. 😍 Y/n overwhelmed but secretly loves it.

“courtship” gave me royal vibes. soooOoOOOo

also idk why this is so long!!! im sorry!!! this concept got the best of me!!!

tell me you love royal aus without telling me 🫠

SMUT — MINORS DNI

The kingdom is lucky to have Jisung on their throne. Crowned as a mere teenager, nobody expected the Young King to thrive. What could he possibly know about ruling a kingdom? In three years time, they’ll lose all credibility, and he his head. Just watch; a boy cannot be King.

Within a year, all ill words spoken about the King were silenced. Charismatic, yet shy, he found his footing in royal life with ease. Leading council meetings, carefully listening and fairly judging every case brought to the court. Age is deceiving; the people haven’t had a leader of this quality in many, many years.

It wouldn’t be fair to say Jisung is just a good King. Even though ten years have passed since his coronation, he can still be found dressed in plain clothes without jewels or his crown, riding into town on his precious golden mare. She is cared for by his Hand, and best friend, as he walks the market.

Not a single stall is passed by him, even if the products are the same as the day before. Carefully, he will look over each and every item while making small talk.

“Alright this morning, Sir?”

“Is this a new recipe? The bread is sweeter than usual — it’s wonderful!”

“Oh my, your craft has improved greatly! I am impressed, keep at it!”

And then the King hands them exactly three gold coins even if he has no intention of buying anything. They’ll offer him something; a small item, or a piece of food, but he always denies it. A gift for them. Encouragement. Proof that he sees their skills and what they bring to the kingdom and is appreciative of it. It also reminds them that he truly cares about them as people. Without them, this city wouldn’t flourish the way it does.

Occasionally, he’ll buy something from the baker. He’s particularly fond of the blueberry poppy bread she makes. She’s a good woman; her husband fought hard and loyally for his father, and for that Jisung is eternally grateful for. Some weekends, he’ll visit her in her cottage. Have tea with her, listen to stories of her late beloved and all the great things he did in life.

She always gets five coins. But shush, don’t tell anybody.

At the end of the market is the only stall he’ll buy from everyday. Brown paper, pink twine, white daisies. The same thing, everyday. The florist always gives him a warm smile.

“How is she?”

And it brings a smile to The King’s face. The genuine care in their tones — because he genuinely cares.

“Well.” He digs in his coin purse, always pulling out too many coins. Just speaking about his love tinges his cheeks a dark pink. “As always.”

An exchange — coins, flowers. “When will you wed?”

“Shortly after my celebration day.” He denies the return of extra coins, as usual. “The autumn weather is her favorite.”

“Wish her well for me.”

“Of course.”

Jisung is a man of routine. Personal goodbyes to each and every merchant before he’s back on his horse. The sky is still pink when he’s back at the castle. The Hand takes his horse so the King can walk through the cool halls. Take the winding stairs up to the top level, where the royal family sleeps.

It used to just be him in this hall. Echoey, empty, reminding him of what price has to be paid for him to take the throne.

Not now, though. The room at the opposite end of the hall is now filled, well loved and used.

Taking a right from the staircase brings him to the door. Kindly dismissing the guard, the King knocks three times. A code; announcing himself without having to.

“Come in!”

The curtains are pushed open, fresh sunlight spilling in from the many windows. Yesterday’s daisies are in a crystal vase, sat on the table in the sitting area. Beautifully bloomed, the floral scent filling the golden room.

You’re by the biggest window, sat on the ledge. The glass is pushed open just slightly, letting the spring breeze cool your body. The dress you’re wearing is one of Jisung’s favorites; off the shoulder, a lavender color with little flowers stitched into the neckline with white thread.

The most beautiful soon-to-be Queen the land has ever seen.

“Good morning, petal.” The nickname rolls off his tongue. “Rest well?”

Closing the book, you nod. “And you, my dear?”

“All right.” Only a few steps away, he takes the bouquet out from behind his back and presents it to you. “For you. As always.”

Oh, the bright smile you give him. It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again. Gracefully, you rise from your seat and take the fresh flowers, bringing to your nose to sniff.

“They’re lovely, Jisung. Thank you.”

Everyday, a peck to his cheek. Quick — you’re far too shy to linger. The King has a routine. So he turns his head just slightly, left side of his face presented to you. Ready to receive your gratitude.

The routine breaks. Swiftly, you walk past your fiancé, taking the flowers to the vase. Leaving him stunned.

Strange.

“I was wondering if today we might ride to the sea?” You don’t look to him as you speak — actually, it looks like you’re trying to hide behind the white flowers. “I’ve been a tad homesick.”

The steps he takes are cautious. “Of course.” Hesitance is laced in his tone. This isn’t your ordinary behavior. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

It’s like you’ve seen a ghost, blood running from your face and eyes widen. But in a snap, the expression is gone. “Oh, nothing. I want to write about the sea, you know how my brother loves it.”

Carefully, Jisung takes a seat on your velvet sofa. “Ah, yes. How is Seungmin?”

“His letters say he is well. The ocean is treating him nicely, though I wish he wouldn’t have chosen that path.”

Son and daughter of a prestigious family. One to be Queen, the other a runaway pirate.

“There’s always room for him in our kingdom. He would do well with us.”

You swallow dryly. What is happening? “The gracious and merciful Young King, what would this world be without you?”

Jisung can’t take this anymore. What has gotten into his beloved? Where is your head at? Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you away from the vase. Making you stand in front of him.

“Speak your worries.”

“I have none, Your Grace—“

“Though merciful, you know I hate to be made a fool.” His eyes narrow, but expression stays soft. “Love, let me help.”

You can’t meet his gaze, staring at the slit in your dress as you speak. “I’m afraid my thoughts are…doubtful.”

“Of?”

Finally, your eyes meet.

“Oh.”

What good is a crown? What good is a throne? What good is this kingdom if you are not by his side? Emotions tear at him, making his lip tremble despite his best efforts.

“Not of that kind.” You quickly reassure, catching the hurt on his face. “You are my love, Jisung. I would never want a life without you.”

“Good, good.” He won’t deny his worry. That isn’t fair to you. “Then what is it?”

Jisung thinks you’re precious. You still get so shy around him, even after years together. Especially when you want to express your feelings or ask for something.

Reassuringly, he rubs his thumb over the top of your hand, still caught in his. “You don’t have to—“

“I don’t want to wait any longer.”

The way you said it, so firm and confident. As if you’ve been pondering this, an opinion you’ve held for a while and are now sure of. The King is taken aback briefly, trying to figure out what your words mean.

“For the wedding?” It’s all he can come up with, but even he doesn’t sound too sure in it. “I’m sure we could plan it for the upcoming solstice, my love, if that’s what you desire.”

You shake your head quickly, and he can tell you’re starting to second guess saying it. “No, no. I want to wed in autumn. I don’t want to wait for you.”

What ever could you mean? Wait for him? Why, he’s right here. Touching you, speaking to you. Are you feeling ill? Those words make no—

Oh.

Oh, how he made himself the fool.

Suddenly, he’s in dire need of wine. Mouth dry, tongue heavy. Though he’s had many, many dreams of you in such a way, never would he push it on you. You felt as if your body was sacred, and he respected that. The King wants nothing but for you to feel comfortable and safe around him. If you were waiting for him, he would be waiting for you as well.

Sometimes the dresses you wear do drive him mad. Form fitting and hugging your curves, or with a lower neckline that he can see down at the right angle. Those have made it hard, and only starved him more. Like dangling bread in front of the hungry.

“Are you certain?” Jisung finally speaks, tone dropping several octaves.

You nod, softly wrapping your other hand around the one he has grasped. It’s so delicate, how you drop to your knees in front of him. Starry eyes blinking at him.

“More than, my King.” You bring the hands to your lips, soft kisses across his knuckles. “My patience is dry. I no longer want to wait for your love.”

“Rise.”

“What?”

“Your King gave you a command.” His demeanor changes like a switch, the feral need he’s drowned for so long rising to the surface. “Rise. No Queen of mine will ever kneel, even for me.”

Your eyes never leave his, standing up fully in front of him. He follows, using your hand as a guide up and into your body. A hand on the left side of your neck, fingers creeping into your perfectly combed hair. It’s used to bring your lips to his, properly kissing you.

Many kisses have been shared between you, but none like this. It’s intense, every pent up and buried feeling finding new life with the movement of your lips. It’s more addictive than the blueberry poppy bread from the baker, tongues desperate for the taste to linger. For the feelings to stay.

Loving you is a greater honor than the crown, the King is sure of it.

He curses your corset, making you giggle when he spins you gracefully to get a better look at it. The tugs on it are rough, eager to get the fabric off your body. Heavens, Jisung knows he loves this dress but does it have to be so dreadful to remove?

It’s too much. Your desires tangle with his own, sparking brighter than the jewels on the crown. Than the gold of coins. The energy it deepens the King’s decent — the hole you’re tumbling into doesn’t have a bottom.

Your nails rip his shirt, accidentally tangling the strings of his pants in your rush. There’s no grace in the first moments. Ready to see each other’s bodies, to touch, to taste. To be one.

The King tries his best to be gentle with you. To give you the sweetest kisses, careful touches. He’s heard stories, knows that it can be too much. The last thing he wants is for you to not find pleasure in this.

But, it can only last for so long. The breaking comes with he accidentally takes your breath away — truly, he didn’t mean to place his hand there. Apologies are ready to fumble out when he sees it.

The look you give him. Shocked, a little frightened. But excited.

Jisung never considered his ego very large, but he’s open to self reflection.

“Oh, petal, is this what you like?” He squeezes your throat, tips of his fingers digging into your soft skin. Though you nod, there’s no real need for an answer. He can feel it in the clench around his cock, the legs hooked around his waist pulling him closer. With a dry laugh, he picks up the pace of his hips. Fucking you hard enough the bed is becoming unstable. “I have to admit my surprise. The shy, gentle Queen likes to be fucked like a common whore.”

As soon as the words leave, he feels a tinge of regret. What harsh words to say to someone he loves—

Do his eyes deceive him? You’re whimpering, nodding your head. Unable to speak from the lack of air, but in full agreement.

Heavens. The King is done for.

“I’m sure they’d be glad to have you at the brothel.” Control is lost, the wooden frame starting to crack under the King’s intense movements. “Let the people have a taste of the King’s favorite cunt.”

“N-no.” You seem to speak. “Only y-you—“

“Aw, don’t be selfish, petal.” He pinches your cheek, finding joy in the tears painting your face. “You know I am a generous ruler.”

Jisung enjoys riling you up like this. Enjoys the tears, the cries, the way you’re twitching and squirming underneath him. Not to escape. No, from the force of something world shattering.

“Are you going to cum?” He teases you. “From those awful threats?”

You cannot help yourself, nodding quickly. Little, soft begs falling from your lips.

Maybe Jisung is power hungry. Maybe the crown has gone to his head. Maybe that’s why he laughs, stopping to leave you right on the edge. You’re so distraught, wide eyed and frantically begging for him to finish.

“Oh, but petal. I never said I would be generous to you.”

[sister-lucifer]

yo i want to see headcannons of any of the marble hornets or even ticci toby with a cottagecore fem s/o, how would they react with the way she styled herself? i mean.. they are a vicious ruthless monster and then here she is their s/o who is just love nature, 70s fashion, sweet and friendly like yk

Proxies with a cottagecore S/O 

Toby, Tim/Masky + Brian/Hoodie x Gender Neutral Reader (Separately) 

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons 

Content/Warnings: Toby’s section gets a bit suggestive because that’s how he is (small touches, staring, ogling, but it’s all light), a minuscule mention of blood, mostly fluff 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Toby

Oooohhhh this boy 

Keep in mind, he’s about 19, 20 

Those horny teenager hormones are still coursing through him, and they aren’t leaving any time soon 

Seeing you in such cute little clothes gets him a liiiiittle worked up, he just can’t help it! 

If you’re wearing pants, he’s eyeing you up when you walk away, 100% 

If you’re wearing a skirt, don’t be surprised if his hands wander up your thighs 

He’ll stop if you tell him to of course, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! But if he knows he’s got the green light, you know what to expect 

He also loooooves that you love nature! He loves it too! 

Be prepared to pick all the leaves and sticks out of his hair when he comes back home after a long day/night 

And also wash the blood of off him (don’t be surprised if he asks you to join him in the shower) 

AND be prepared for him to bring back random bugs, frogs, and other small animals and try to convince you to let him keep them

(do not let him) 

He’ll definitely be bringing back random plants and berries to see if you can cook with them 

He’s really good at foraging, although he’d be significantly better if he could remember what’s edible and what’s not 

He’s got some brain damage and ADHD but he tries his best yk 

Just pat his head and tell him he’s done good 

He also may or may not sneak into your closet to try on your clothes every once in a while 

Masculine, feminine, androgynous, he doesn’t care! He likes your clothes! 

Overall he’s rather sweet, if a bit oblivious; you may have to teach him a few things, but he’ll learn for you! 

Tim/Masky

Tim grew up in an old farmhouse, he knows a lot about this sort of thing! 

In fact, your cottagecore aesthetic is borderline nostalgic for him, it really warms his heart in a way he’s waaaay too embarrassed to ever admit, even if he personally doesn’t partake in the lifestyle 

He’ll totally adjust fine to the cottagecore life 

He’s had his fair share of experience with cooking with whatever he can forage from the woods (and he actually knows what can and can’t be eaten), so he’s very helpful in the kitchen! 

He’s also a very skilled hunter, so he’s more than willing to bring back a fresh kill for you to cook 

He’ll skin it and do all the dirty work for you, that way your job is easy 

In return all you have to do cook him dinner while he’s in the shower washing off the smell, and he’ll be happy

He thinks your style is absolutely adorable, even if he won’t outright say it! 

That’s okay though, because you can see it in the way his eyes widen a bit when you come down the stairs all dressed up in the prettiest little outfit he could ever imagine 

He’ll pause and look down, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette before looking up and giving a brief compliment: 

“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” 

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but you’ll learn to read him 

If you craft, please give him homemade gifts! 

Baskets, wreaths, flower arrangements, whatever little cottagecore trinket you can conjure 

You’ll have his heart forever 

One of Tim’s favorite pastimes is whittling, so don’t he surprised if he leaves a little deer statue on your beside table as a thank you 

Tim isn’t high maintenance or hard to satisfy at all, he’s more than happy to share a quaint little cottage with you 

All he needs is a kiss on the cheek when he leaves for ‘work’ to keep him warm until he can hug you again 

Brian/Hoodie 

Brian is probably the most well versed on internet aesthetics, and dare I say may even be a bit cottagecore himself! 

It’s a lot more subtle of course, but you can see it in the way he hoards potted plants and persistently makes sure the hummingbird feeder and bird bath are full 

He’s also the most invested in nature, if that makes sense; he knows a lot about the native flora and fauna of his area and will always point them out to you if you’re around 

It’s not unusual for you to catch him staring out the window at the birds 

He doesn’t really like to cook and he doesn’t forage since it’s not something that’s ever interested him, but he has a way with sewing! 

He collects patches for his bags and clothes, and he likes to alter and add to his own garments 

He’s phenomenal with patchwork and fixing up tears 

Never again will you have to be upset about a rip in your favorite dress or a split seam in your best pair of pants! 

Brian will have it fixed up like new in no time 

You won’t even be able to tell it was ever torn! 

Although he doesn’t forage, Brian always brings a bag with him to pick up any plants he hasn’t seen before or wants more of

If he particularly likes one he’ll uproot it and put it in a pot to keep in your cottage 

Soon half of your house will belong to the plants, but it’s okay because he makes sure they’re arranged cutely 

He cares just as much about the aesthetic as you do, don’t worry 

He definitely likes to match outfits too! 

If he’s ever in town and sees a piece of clothing he likes, he’s buying another (or at least the closest thing) for you too 

Be ready for many fashion shows, all while he compliments every single outfit (and you’d better do the same for him!)

When he’s home there will certainly be many calm, domestic nights filled with mundane couples activities and exhausting laughter 

He’s a romantic at heart, and nothing will ever change that 

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your sugar daddy-turned-captor has the perfect Christmas gift for you.

prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + Captivity, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!sugar daddy!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, captivity, age gap, Daddy kink, sugar daddy/baby relationship, pet names, kissing, Christmas celebration, shock collar, fear, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

It’s the same four lavish walls—the same extravagant ceiling with the same chandelier. Day in and day out, these are the only things you’re surrounded by, other than expensive gifts and furniture. 

And Lloyd, of course. But that’s when he’s not on a mission. 

You’re not sure when he took things from 0 to 100, but then again, Lloyd always exceeds that 100. 

There’s a knock on the large doors, and you snap your head to look at the source of the sound. You hear shouting from the other end, but it is very muffled. 

You recognize the voice on the other side: Lloyd, your sugar daddy-turned-captor. However, he denies the second title, simply explaining that you’re not locked here against your will—it’s for your safety. 

The ornate doors swing open, and you’re greeted by Lloyd. “Sugar! C’mon, give Daddy a kiss,” he demands, and you sit on the edge of his bed, just how he likes it.

He makes his way over to you, and you spy a box in his hand. It’s covered in Christmas wrapping paper. Has it really been that long?

Lloyd stands in front of you, smug and crass as ever. You lean up and meet his lips as he claims you in a passionate, breath-stealing kiss. It’s just the way he likes it.

“Good girl,” he hums, and you give him your sweetest smile. It’s all habit now. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning. I had to deal with some things,” Lloyd tells you, sitting on the bed. You involuntarily climb onto his lap, and he hooks an arm around your waist to hold you in place.

“S’okay, Daddy. Do you like my outfit?” you ask him, ready to get up and do a twirl if he tells you to. Sometimes, he does. Other times, he just rips your clothes off. “Of course I do, sunshine. You look gorgeous with the diamonds Daddy got you. And this dress makes you so sexy,” he nearly growls.

Despite your circumstances, you grow shy under the praise, almost as if he were your lover and you were equals. Neither of those things are true, though.

“Thank you, Daddy. Merry Christmas, by the way,” you tell him, fiddling with your fingers. Lloyd chuckles, and you sense he places the box next to your back, just out of your reach. “I don’t have a proper gift to give you. I’m sorry,” you embarrassingly admit, but the older man just coos at you.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I know you’ve got something you can give me,” he says with a wink. You force a giggle. “But I got you something since you’ve been such a good girl all year. No coal for my princess.”

You gasp in excitement, clapping your hands at his words. “Oh, thank you so much, Daddy!” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders to give him a hug, which he returns. He rubs the small of your back. A tiny voice in the back of your mind reminds you that this is all an act, but for some reason, you ignore it. Is it really? Are you sure?

“You’re welcome, princess,” Lloyd hums, and he hands you the gift. You start opening it, appreciating the job well done before tearing the paper into shreds. He chuckles, watching both your face and hands as you unwrap your gift. 

Inside is a black box, the kind he’s given you multiple times before. Usually, there is some lingerie or a sex toy inside, and so you expect something like that.

But when you take the lid off, you’re confused. It looks like… A collar? With some kind of glass nubs and a small black rectangle on it? You furrow your brows and hand it to Lloyd, and he grins wickedly. “You know what this is, honey?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“It's a shock collar, baby,” he whispers, and your smile falters. 

He unclasps it and places it on your neck, securing it just enough so that you can’t move it or choke. The glass part rests on your skin, and you find your hands shaking slightly. You grip the tulle of your dress, scared of what will come next.

“Merry fucking Christmas, princess. From me to you.”

[luffyvace]

TSUYU ASUI HCS (๑╹ω╹๑ )

It’s Tsu’s big day!! And I haven’t written for her yet! So here’s some hcs<3 I love Tsu she’s the first ever mha character I found out about!! Isn’t it funny her big day is right after shoto’s?

enjoy tsu stans! She’s a bit underrated so here’s some more content 💛

Tsu is such a caring lover!!

like I 10/10 recommended dating this lovely young lady

you two love to have private outings if that makes sense

like going outside to a private place

your special place

like near a beautiful peach tree maybe

with lots of flowers and small animals

and of course she loves the water so the beach!!

but more so when there’s less people, she prefers to go really early to see the sunrise

Tsuyu’s love language is gift giving, quality time and small little physical touches

she likes giving you cute little cheek/hand kisses

and kissing your nose

💗💗

no fair [your name] I want her :(

HOW’D YOU BAG HER?!

Tsu gives you bracelets with meaning like, she’ll research the gem that represents love and buy you matching ones

i feel tsu would also be into crystals so she’d buy you ones for protection and good luck <3

you help her take care of her many plants every day

she and momo also makes sure the dorm plants stay healthy

its canon tsu would have a boho room (horikoshi confirmed it since we didn’t get to see her dorm)

search up boho I actually like it a lot

Though she prefers to hang out in your room

or go out somewhere

she’s not easily impressed by typical things and isn’t afraid to voice that

she wants you to be honest with her too

she tells you she doesn’t like typical restaurant dates that are noisy with chatter

And if you get her flowers at least think about the potting and if she likes those kinds

try not to see her as being meticulous she just has her preferences and expects you to respect that

And you do, so she appreciates it!

trust me her love in return is definitely worth it!!

she likes to hold hands as you walk to and from school together

actually she just likes to hold your hands everywhere

when walking to the school, gas station, beach, walking in the halls, lunch, anytime!

Anytime is hand holding time!!

kissy are more so for in private tho 😗

she a lil shy frog (＞人＜;)

Tsuyu also love sleep, cuddle and nap together

especially in winter

You keep her all warm and snuggled up into a blanket

hot air blowing in your room

she really appreciates that you do this for her

she usually likes to keep it out her face but if you have some time she might let you play with her hair!

not all the time tho

but sometimes it does feel good

Tsu can also knit, I feel

she would make you two matching sets of knitted gloves, hats and sweaters

even more so in winter

they look really cute too

its not the basic knitting

go on Pinterest, knitted clothes can be made really fashionable people just only think of the granny designs 🤦‍♀️

asui also encourages and reminds you to do your homework and not only focus on hero studies or hobbies

she will help you and is rather intelligent as well

which I believe is true about frogs

btw don’t ask her if she eats bugs she’ll slap you with her tongue

if you study with her/get tutored by her your grades are sure to show improvement

she’s so proud of you!

any of your accomplishments in fact!

shes super supportive and any event or sports your want her at she’ll be there!

She helps you save up for any equipment you may need or whatever!

even just being there cheering you on!

she even brings the girls with her sometimes!

she really enjoys seeing you happy

but don’t be mistaken if it’s something she’s seriously uncomfortable with she’ll let you down gently about it

but your not upset because 9/10 she accepts your decisions

I just hope they’re not reckless ones

If it is it might lead to arguments if you don’t start caring for your own safety

she gets scared for you if you aren’t for yourself and it puts stress on her if you don’t bother to change

the relationship might stop there

Asui isn’t picky but she certainly has her boundaries

On a lighter note

tsuyu is a pretty good artist!

she’s one of those artists to give you a drawing of yourself on your big day!

or for an accomplishment!

she has drawings all over her room and she blushes if you admire them

you can beg her all you want to let you go through her old drawings

shes never letting you

btw she will probably introduce you to her reptile friend from middle school

the relationship also ends there if you discriminate her

shes a mutant type too, you can’t do that to her

if you like her tho you guys become a trio!

her friend cries if you accept her as well

tears of happiness of course

tsuyu would cry if class 1A threw her a party for her day

she doesn’t mind if class 1B is there or not but if her reptile friend is that’d make her day!

I feel she would like vanilla ice cream cake with a thin layer of strawberry icing

the gift you got her was a crochet set

your reasoning was so she could learn to both knit and crochet,

maybe even teach you so you can do it together :)

ENJOY!! I LOVE TSU SM SHE SUCH A SWEETIE

HAPPIEST OF TIMES TO YOU TSUYU!!