#im still hoping their bluffing

[honeyfizzly]

It has never been this mahiruover

[adrienneleclerc]

hi! i loved Drive Thru Test and i was wondering if you'd actually write charles calling y/n his girlfriend and then her not wearing the ring. i think that would just be really funny and he'd be so cute whining. im not trying to rush you and I'd be happy to wait for the fic!

Hi! Yes, it would be very funny because i don’t think Charles realizes that he proposed to a Drama Queen. I don’t know if it turned out like you wanted it to but I really hope you like it!

Fiancé Girlfriend

Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: After a month of being engaged, Charles isn’t used to calling Y/N his fiancé, and accidentally calls her his girlfriend AGAIN. Y/N being true to her words, decides to stop wearing her ring.

Warning: the usual spelling and grammatical errors, VERY bad photoshop.

A/N: I am on my period and it SUCKS, i haven’t been able to get much sleep sadly and i really want chocolate and there’s no chocolate in my house 😩 also, if I were to ever give Charles and Y/N a dog in my fanfics, it will not be Leo since he is a Saint Mleux as well, not just a Leclerc

(His face when he realized he messed up)

Y/N was in the paddock at the Monaco Grand Prix, she had to be there for Charles’s home race. She was happy she did, Charles got P1, Max P2, and Lando P3. Charles kissed her when he got out of the car, she saw his podium ceremony, literally the best GP she’s been to, nothing could mess up her mood. She was in the hospitality snacking on whatever they were offering her while watching the post race interview on the TV and something happened.

“So Charles, we saw you kissing Y/N after your big Home Race win, how long have you guys been together?” The interviewer asked.

“Yes, my girlfriend and I have been together for 5 years.” Charles said and his eyes widened. Max and Lando were also looking at him like ‘ooh, she’s gonna kill you’ “Wait, no, that’s not what I meant..” Charles started but the interviewer ignored him and started asking Max and Lando questions.

Y/N was in shock, how dare Charles call we his girlfriend on live television. So Y/N did what any normal person would do, she took off her ring and placed it securely in the inside pocket of her purse.

Charles in the other hand was panicking after the interview.

“Okay, try not to panic.” Lando said.

“That ship has sailed, Lando. I’m panicking, I’m fucking panicking!” Charles was paving around the room.

“There’s probably a good chance she didn’t see the post race interview.” Lando said.

“And if she did? I already called her my girlfriend once, you know what she said she would do if I do it again? Take off her ring.” Charles said.

“Maybe she was bluffing, she wouldn’t actually go through with that, she loves you too much. I have never seen a couple love each other so much.” Max said and Charles smiled.

“You’re right, Max, she loves me, she’d never take off the ring.” Charles said. He left the room to go to the hospitality and saw Y/N eating fries. “Mon ange! Did you see the interview?”

“Muñeco! Yes I did.” Y/N said.

“I am so sorry, I really am.” Charles takes Y/N’s hand in his and noticed something was missing. “Mon ange, where’s your ring?”

“What ring, muñeco?” Y/N asked, feigning innocence.

“Your ring, your engagement ring, where is it?” Charles asked.

“Charles, I don’t know what you are talking about, why would I have a ring? It’s not like I’m your fiancé or anything, I’m just your girlfriend.” Y/N said and Charles pouted.

“I’m sorry! I swear I am so very sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Charles begged for forgiveness.

“Let’s go home, muñeco, can we order in?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah sure, anything you want, mon coeur.” Charles said. They were walked to the car and as soon as they got in, Charles expected Y/N to put her ring back on since they are not ‘in public’ anymore but she didn’t, the ring was still off. “So mon ange, have you been thinking about when would you want the wedding?”

“Wedding? What wedding? We’re not even engaged, Charles.” Y/N said. You know the saying ‘if they go low, I go lower’? Y/N is going as low as the depths of hell for a slip of the tongue.

“Mon ange, is not funny anymore.” Charles whined.

“Did you order food?” Y/N asked.

“Yes I did, we’re picking it up.” Charles said.

“Cool.” Y/N said.

The drive to the restaurant and back home was silent.

“Okay, we’re back home now.” Charles said as they entered the apartment.

“Yes muñeco, Im aware.” Y/N said but she still didn’t put her ring back on.

“Mon ange please wear your ring.” Charles begged, wrapping his arms around her waist, her back to his chest. “Please, I promise to announce our engagement on Instagram.” Charles kisses her neck. “Please just wear the ring, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, you are the best fiancé a man could ever have.” Charles whispered in her ear as he places little neck kisses.

Y/N turned around and saw Charles pouring with teary eyes and she felt her heart melt.

“Aw muñeco, okay, I’ll wear my ring. But promise the whole world will know we are engaged. I love that you want your friends and family to know first, but it hurts me when you still call me your girlfriend.” Y/N said and Charles kisses her forehead.

“I know, mon ange. We’re going to let the whole world know that you’re my fiancé.” Charles kissed her passionately.

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charles_leclerc after years of dating, I proposed to the love of my life on our 5th anniversary. I love her so much, I am thankful for having her in my life. We have been engaged for a month and I am so happy that I get to call her my fiancé, the future Mrs. Leclerc, I love you 😘.

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landonorris happy for you mate, so glad she didn’t kill you

charles_leclerc you and be both 😳

maxverstappen1 happy for you mate!

carlossainz55 congratulations, cabrón! I expect invite to the wedding

yourusername aww, muñeco, I love you too, I can’t wait to be Mrs. Leclerc 🥹

francisca.cgomes let me be a bridesmaid!

yourusername you’re maid of honor!

user45 no wonder Charles looked nervous after his pst race interview

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Can’t wait to be your husband 😘

The End

Hope y’all liked it! It was a little short but fun to write!

[fallingstqrss]

kiss it better

request: can you do a one-shot just like the scene where coryo goes insane because he thinks that the reader left him in the cabin but she didn't and they just go to spend some quality time.

a/n: thank you so much for the request i love this idea!

summary: following the death of Mayflower and Billy Taupe you and coriolanus decide to flee the districts, hoping to avoid the persecution of the peacekeepers. however, when you seem to get lost in the woods coriolanus panics.

warnings: there is a brief description of mayfair's death but it's not detailed. coriolanus might be slightly ooc cause this is my first time writing him but i swear im trying my best.

Coriolanus had made a huge mistake. he hadn't meant to kill Mayfair, he just panicked. He was just going to let her leave but then you walked in, making you a part of Sejanus' horrible plan.

"What's going on?" You spoke, eyes moving from Coriolanus to the weapons that lay on the table. Coriolanus saw as your eyes widened and he hurried to comfort you. "Corio, what's going on?" You questioned again, clutching onto his bicep, hoping for reassurance.

"Y/n, it's gonna be fine-" Coriolanus started, attempting to soothe you as he ran a hand across your cheek.

"Oh, none of you are going to be fine. I'm gonna tell my Daddy what all of you did and he's gonna string you up!" Mayfair spoke in an almost taunting tone. Her threat casts a chilling shadow over the room. As Mayfair turned to leave Spruce, fueled by tension and adrenaline, raised the gun to her back.

"I can't let you leave," Spruce spoke. Y/n took an unconscious step back, recoiling from the potential for violence. Coriolanus could tell you were scared and he felt horrible for being the reason you were involved in this. His mind was racing, he knew he had to get you out of there.

"She's bluffing, she won't actually do anything." Billy Taupe defended, eager to avoid any harm that might come to his girlfriend and to deescalate the growing tension in the room.

"Really? Was I bluffing at the reaping? Tell me Lucy Gray, how did you like your time in the Capitol?" Mayfair spoke, eyes staring at Lucy Gray, who gasped. Mayfair smiled as she turned to leave. Coriolanus jumped at the opportunity, lunging for the weapon on the ground. In a single second Mayfair had fallen to the ground. You gasped, your eyes fixated on Mayfair's fallen figure. Coriolanus was quick to shield you from the unsettling sight, positioning himself in front of you.

"I need you to go home y/n. I'm going to get this figured out. But you need to go home right now and you can't look like anything is wrong," He spoke, his tone firm and filled with urgency. "y/n, please." Coriolanus spoke again when you didn't move. You had stood still, trying to process the events that had just unfolded in front of you. Finally, you looked up at Coriolanus, a nod of reluctant understanding breaking through your shock. You trusted Coriolanus, he would get you guys out of this.

Coriolanus watched you leave, a mixture of relief and worry painted on his face. Once you were out of sight, he turned back to the remaining people in the room. He was determined, now that your safety was at risk nothing else mattered.

That's how the two of you ended up here, walking through the woods, in search of life beyond the districts. Despite some attempts at small talk, the weight of the recent events hung heavily in the air. Coriolanus could sense you were struggling to come to terms with the deaths of Mayfair and, more importantly, your shared friend Sejanus.

"I just don't understand what happened. Sejanus' plan was horrible but he seemed like he was being careful," You rambled on, your voice heavy with confusion and grief. You were unaware of Coriolanus' involvement in the death of your friend. You also didn't notice the tension of the captured Coriolanus at the mention of Sejanus.

"He apparently wasn't careful enough," Coriolanus responded, his tone colder than usual, a deliberate attempt to steer away from the conversation surrounding Sejanus. He longed to focus on the two the two of you would spend together, the new life you could start. Coriolanus was taken aback when you came to an abrupt stop, forcing him to backtrack to stand in front of you. You stared up at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you not mourn for Sejanus at all, Corio?" You spoke, your eyes reflecting the sadness and confusion that weighed you down. Coriolanus felt a pang of guilt for being distant. However, the truth of Sejanus' death was a burden that he couldn't bear to share with you. He knew you would've never forgiven him.

"Of course, I do," Coriolanus spoke, his tone softer now in an attempt to console you. Coriolanus brought a hand to cup your cheek. "But, it was his actions that killed him." You still seemed unsure, offering a careful nod before turning your gaze to the ground. Coriolanus dropped his hand, moving to walk next to you again.

Eventually, the two of you arrived at the cabin shown to you by Lucy Gray and the Covey. Coriolanus couldn't shake the feeling of your silence, finding it unsettling. The two of you walked into the cabin, setting your things down. "We should fish for a while, we're going to need some food for the rest of the trip," Coriolanus suggested.

"Lucy Gray said there should be some poles under the floorboards," You spoke, avoiding eye contact with Coriolanus as you hung your belongings on the hooks by the door.

Coriolanus nodded, moving towards the boards he found to be loose. He lifted the boards, his eyes widening as he lifted the sheet to reveal the guns that had been used to kill Mayfair. You observed from across the room, a twinge of concern gracing your features. "What is it, Corio?" You questioned, his familiar nickname being a small sense of comfort in the moment of the unsettling discovery. He remained silent, picking up the gun as he turned to face you. Your breath caught in your chest as you saw the weapon, your mind flashing back to the violent events.

"It's the guns," Coriolanus stated, his eyes moving between the weapon in his arms and you. "This means we can go home," You hummed, nodding in agreement. The revelations held the promise of an escape. The promise of a way home. But, they also unearthed memories Coriolanus knew you could never fully forget.

"I'm going to see if I can find anything to eat around the lake, maybe that one root Lucy Gray mentioned," You spoke quickly, shaking your head as she grabbed one of the small shovels left near the door.

"Y/n, wait," Coriolanus spoke, sensing the uneasy energy that surrounded you. "It could be dangerous," Coriolanus spoke, his protective nature kicking in. You smiled as you recognized his instinct to protect you.

"Well, it's a good thing I've got this," You spoke, attempting a teasing tone as you held up the shovel. You could tell Coriolanus didn't quite believe you and you hurried out of the door. Coriolanus was worried for you but brushed off the interaction, trusting that you could take care of yourself. He rewrapped the guns, hoping to drop them into the lake, burying the echoes of the past.

Coriolanus stepped outside heading towards the boat. His eyes circled his surroundings, hoping to find you. However, he didn't see you. He looked around again, his breathing becoming more ragged as he called out for you. He was met with the horrifying echo of his own voice, no response from you.

You had ventured into the forest after finding that Katniss was not ready to be eaten. You had hoped to find some berries, remembering the ones Maude Ivory had collected for you to eat. You attempted to ignore the way the trees seemed to close in on you, the path you thought you knew being erased. You ignored those thought, you had been going in a straight line, there were no place to get lost along the way.

"They should be up here," You whispered to yourself, letting out a sigh as you hoped to break the silence that lay within the forest. The rustling leaves and distant calls of birds engulfed you as you moved throughout the forest.

You had been walking for a while, looking around you realized you have never been in this part of the forest, a sign that you had gone way too far. You turned in various directions, spinning around as you searched for the way you came. Panic began to set in as you quickened your pace, unfortunately leading you to venture deeper and deeper into the forest.

In her disoriented state, you failed to see the root sticking out of the ground. Her foot caught on the root, causing you to stumble forward. Desperation clawed at you as you tried to regain your balance. However, the forest had other plans.

A divot in the ground forced you to the ground as your hands reached out to break your fall. The forest floor met you with a sickening thud, your head colliding with a moss-covered rock. The world around you spun, the pain in your head intensifying with every breath you took. As your consciousness slipped away, the forest seemed to blur into a blend of green and brown, the shadows seeming to dance together in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Back at the cabin Coriolanus grew restless as he awaited your return. The seconds felt like hours as he stared at the tree line, willing you to appear. Finally, Coriolanus was sick of waiting and decided that he would find you himself.

As he ventured into the forest the trees seemed to swallow him. His breaths came out fast, each step propelling him further into the silent forest. Anxiety was clawing at his chest, hundreds of what-ifs raced in his mind.

"Y/n? Did something happen? If something happens we can talk about it!" Coriolanus shouted, pausing as he awaited a response. But he didn't receive one, he only had the rustling leaves to greet him. The silence that surrounded him was deafening.

"Y/n, please say something. I need to know you're okay," He pleaded again. The forest remained silent, offering no hope to comfort his growing concern. Fear painted vivid scenarios in his head, each one darker than the last.

"Please, y/n, if I did something I'm so sorry. We don't even have to talk about it, please just come back with me." Coriolanus pleaded. His pleas became more urgent. His mood shifted from worry to complete despare quickly.

"Please, I can't lose you too." He spoke, this plea much quieter than the previous ones. His voice broke as he spoke, his eyes searching for any clue of you. His steps quickened as he moved around the forest, his handles trembling as he pushed branches out of his way.

"Please, y/n," He called one more time, assuming the worst. He'd come to the conclusion that you left him. It was either that or you were dead, but he couldn't bring himself to grasp the idea that you were dead.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you began to stir on the forest floor. The pain in your head still lingered but the sound of someone's voice distracted you from the pain. You listened more closely as you tried to sit up. Your senses were snapped back into reality when you realized that it was Coriolanus' voice you were hearing. The closer you listened you realized how distressed he sounded and it practically broke your heart. You listened again to his ever-present calls, trying to hear which direction they were coming from, his voice acting as a life-line.

"Corio," you called out weakly, standing as you braced yourself on one of the trees. Coriolanus' head snapped in the direction of your voice. He hurried in that direction, his eyes wide with fear and relief. "Coriolanus," You called out again, wondering if you had imagined him calling for you.

"Hang on y/n! I'm coming," He spoke. Relief washed over him when he finally saw you leaning up against one of the trees, Coriolanus rushed towards you. In your disoriented state you barely even realized he had found you until he engulfed you in his arms. Your senses finally started to come back to you as you reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Coriolanus pulled away for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, he could hardly believe he'd actually found you. He'd thought you were gone for good. Your eyes met his, being met with a vulnerability from Coriolanus you'd never seen before. Coriolanus hated the way you made him felt. He hated how worried he always was for you. But, he also couldn't deny how much he loved you.

"What happened?" Coriolanus finally spoke, brushing your hair out of your face to examine the cut on your forehead.

"I was looking for those berries, the ones Maude Ivory showed us and I got lost, and then I think I tripped," you began to ramble, stopping yourself to take a breath before speaking again, "It's all kind of a blur." Coriolanus nodded as he processed what you said, unraveling his arms from you as he wrapped an arm around your waist to help guide you back to the cabin.

"Well, I think we should get you back to the cabin," Coriolanus spoke and you laughed as you nodded. You'd had enough of the woods.

Back at the cabin Coriolanus used one of the med-kits you'd brought to clean you up. Your heart swelled at how gentle he was, his hands moving cautiously over your face.

"So, will I survive?" You questioned, a smile gracing your features.

"I think you'll be okay," Coriolanus responded, a smile of his own coming across his face. But, you could tell the smile didn't meet his eyes. You could tell something was still bothering him. The sunlight pouring in from the windows illuminated the worry that was still present in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the fear he'd felt when he thought you'd abandoned him in the forest.

When Coriolanus finished cleaning the wound he set the supplies to the side and leaned in, placing a delicate kiss on the spot he'd just tended to. The warmth of his lips lingered on your forehead, a comforting gesture that transcended the physical healing.

"There, kissed it better." Coriolanus whispered as he moved away from you, cleaning up the remaining supplies of the med-kit.

Despite his comforting gesture, you couldn't ignore the concern that was still etched on his face. As he finished putting the med-kit away he turned to look at you, being met with your questioning gaze. "Corio, you've been on edge since we got back. What's wrong?" You questioned him, taking a couple steps closer to him so you could wrap your arms around his waist.

Coriolanus hesitated, his eyes betraying his turmoil of emotions. He opened his mouth to respond but the words got caught in his throat. Tension lingered in the air as you searched his face for clues on what he was feeling.

"It's nothing, y/n. Just a scare, that's all. Everything is fine." Coriolanus spoke. However, despite his attempts to comfort you, you could still sense his unease. You reached upwards, cupping his face to draw his attention.

"Come on, Corio. Talk to me," You spoke. Coriolanus sighed, he was torn between his desire to shield you from his concerns and the intimacy the two of you had always shared. Eventually, he gave in.

"I just... I can't stand the thought of anything happening to you. losing you in the woods, even if it was just for a moment, it terrified me." Coriolanus confessed softly. Your eyes softened at his confession.

"I'm right here, Corio. I'm not going anywhere." You assured, he nodded. "I love you, Coriolanus. Wherever you go, I'm gonna be there." You spoke, his words caught him off guard. The two of you had never used the word love.

"Y/n..." Coriolanus started, his eyes moving away from you. However, your hold on his face forced his attention back onto you. "I've never been good at this, relationships. I'm afraid of losing you, of not being enough." You nodded, you understood Coriolanus' insecurities as he'd previously voiced some of his concerns to you.

"Corio," You took a step closer, "I love you for who you are. I don't need you to be perfect." You assured him. Your words hung in the air, in that moment, leaning into Coriolanus, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss. Coriolanus, having been initially surprised by the kiss, eventually surrenders to the kiss. When the two of you pulled away you spoke again. "I want to go back to the Capitol, Corio."

Coriolanus looked surprised but that was overtaken by a look of happiness. He wanted nothing more than to return to his home and family, and now that you did too there was nothing stopping the two of you. "Wherever you wanna go, I'll follow you." Coriolanus spoke, repeating the words you'd said earlier, you smiled at him.

The decision being made, the two of you faced what leaving the woods meant. Coriolanus worked to dispose of the guns while you packed the remaining items you had at the cabin. As you walked out of the door you saw him pushing the boat back to shore. Coriolanus jumped out of the boat, outstretching his hand for you. You smiled at the gesture, moving to meet him, enclosing his hand with your own.

[c0llisiion]

Cr. _3aem on twitter/x for the pic!

★pairing : gojo satoru + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: clan leader!gojo, mean dom!gojo, yandere type ig? , Mention of possessive gojo , cuckqueanery, voyeurism , degradation, fellacio , name calling , slapping, bondage — lmk if i missed any ^^

★W/C: 874

A/N : HIIIIII I DECIDED TO WRITE MY FIRST JJK SMUT CUS I BE GOING THROUGH THAT SATORU GOJO BRAINROT ( my gorgeous man is coming back frfrfr ) kinda gives me the ick everytime i proof read it 😭 but ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Thinking about clan leader Gojo, who you were forcefully married to.

Your clan and the gojo clan had a lot of tension building up between each other, and the last option was to marry the gojo's gifted son and the youngest beauty of yours as a peace treaty.

He had met you before. To say the least, he was not very fond of you. He thought of you as just a daddy’s princess who had no talent, even though your cursed technique was one of the rarest.

Satoru was not pleased at first, but he had a change of heart.

Satoru was rude to you every waking second. He treated you like his cumrag. You were to obey him at all times.

You want to go out? He will join you too.

He would threaten to slice someone’s head off if they ever laid eyes on you or stared at you for too long. Cause you were his toy. His to look at. His to fuck every night till you were brain-dead.

He would dismiss his rudeness towards you as possession or love.

His cerulean eyes glowed as he rutted into you at an inhumane pace. His pale hand covered your mouth, stopping you from talking back to him. “You are damn right about me hating you. Cause you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine. All mine.” He would say, landing a harsh slap on one of your tits.

You writhe in pain, kimono all over the place, and your legs split open as he pounded his length harder and harder. “My fucking whore. You like it, don't you? Getting treated like a useless whore? Yeah? That's right.. You can’t do anything about it cus you belong to me. Your perfect little body is all mine."

His servants are always on alert. After your little sessions he would order them to clean you up while he goes out into the gardens for a smoke.

He wouldn’t even take a chance in cleaning you up himself or embracing you. ‘You don’t deserve it.’ Is all he said to you when you asked him.

He liked seeing you suffer. Your tears and your cries were a pleasure for him. That's why he got you tied up. Hands tied behind you, and legs tied wide open as you watch your husband get his dick sucked by another woman.

This man was a sadist. He watched you cry and writhe as one of his hands was bobbing this other woman’s head on his dick. Legs splayed out. His hair tussled.

His haori hung loose around his body and he had an evil smirk on his face. “You like the sight, wife? You like seeing me fuck someone else’s mouth, don't you sweetheart?” He said.

“No! Satoru! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please satoru stop it! I don't like it!” You cried out. Face stained with tears and voice hoarse from the constant begging and crying.

Even though he treated you like shit, you still loved him. That was your husband. Your husband.

Your legs twitched as your arousal dripped down from your wet cunt.

“Seems like you are enjoying it.”

You shook your head. He let out a dark chuckle and threw his head back as he made the other woman choke on his length. He let out a deep breathy moan as the woman kept bobbing up and down.

He hissed and moaned, to taunt you. “So.. fucking.. Good.” He bluffed.

“Satoru please! I can do so much better!! Please im sorry im so so sorry! I will only listen to you! I will worship you, Satoru! My eyes will only be for you! Please satoru!” You pleaded out in defeat. Crying uncontrollably.

Satoru raised his eyebrows in amusement. The woman in between his legs was giving him the worst head of his life. He just wanted to see you beg for him after your little drama earlier that day.

Satoru called in two of his trusted and loyal servants, commanding them to untie you. His servants had seen worse, so it wasn’t that awkward for them.

As they untied you and left, you immediately fell on the floor, crawling to gojo mindlessly, with hunger in your eyes.

You pushed the woman off his dick, sending her flying to the wall. satoru giggled at your eagerness.

You immediately wrapped your lips on his dick, taking him in fully. His hands grabbed your hair and started thrusting into your mouth. You gagged and moaned as his dick hit the back of your throat.

Gojo was in full pleasure. His head was thrown back, and his body arched off the couch as you give his underside and balls attention.

You choked around his length, your nose hitting the base as he pushed you further down his shaft. He tugged your hair before pulling you away.

You gasp and cough, a mixture of your spit and his precum all over your chin. A string of the mixture connected your lips and his tip. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes.

Satoru looked disheveled. He slapped your face softly before pulling you into a heated kiss, tasting yours and his mixture, smiling into the kiss.

“I fucking hate you.”

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU FOR READING <333 how was it? Should i be writing more jjk? Ilysmmm!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Bakugou x male reader where Bakugou got a thing for lingerie so he buys some to try on but is a little self-conscious and kinda runs away to bathroom to hide so reader don't see him, reader comfortes/reassures him that ofc he's beautiful and pretty. after comes the fucking

Katsuki Bakugou x male reader

Headcanons

(Aged up characters, obviously)

Im not dead, how is everyone? Trying to get back into writing now that I have time. Not too smutty, more focused on the fluff, but I hope that’s still enjoyable.

Reader is based vaguely off Hiromi Higuruma from JJK, cuz im a sucker for tired lawyer type dudes.

Katsuki has always been the type of person to put on a tough front, that didn’t lessen after you two started dating. You met after he graduated UA and set up his own agency, when he needed the best legal help to set it all up.

He didn’t really know how to act around you in the beginning, with your dry humor and the fact that you didn’t take him too seriously. You had a quirk license, but you never once planned on being a hero, since the system was corrupt and broken in your eyes.

This also led to your guys first major argument, way before you started dating. But being forced to work together for months meant you guys grew closer. At this point Katsuki also learned about your quirk, which was the ability to see and use people’s karma against them.

This meant you could “see” when people were lying, but it was more of a sense than sight, but that’s the easiest way to explain it. it was also how you were able to point out quite early on that he was lying through his teeth when he snapped that he didn’t like you.

Being with somebody who could easily point out when he was bluffing or trying to hide how he really felt, was something Katsuki wouldn’t like in the beginning, since it meant he couldn’t use his usual defense mechanisms.

But as time passed, Katsuki was able to be himself more and more around you, seeing as you could always sense to some degree when he was hiding something, and all your court work meant you could easily tell when there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t get himself to do it.

It meant that Katsuki finally allowed himself to start exploring other parts of himself and his interests. Being soft and harmless has never been something the explosion hero had seen himself as, but with you it just came easy.

And if he imagined being your cute little househusband who would greet you when you get home form a difficult case, who would undo your tie for you and massage your shoulders, only to show you the silk pieces he wore in your favorite colors, then it was just for Katsuki.

Katsuki can’t explain what came over him when he bought the lingerie pieces he had been glancing at for months. Maybe it was the extra hours of hero work that left him loopy and exhausted, or it was that deep urge to be small, soft and pretty, instead of big, tough and strong,

He could deny ever having bought it, since you guys had your own personal finances. That was until it came in the mail, in a nondescriptive box that just looked like any other package. It had Katsuki thinking it was something random he had bought, until he opened it up and was met with soft pink tissue paper and a personalized “thank you for supporting my small business” card.

The stickers, raspberry candies, and a guide on how to wash and care for the lace, was shoved aside. Bakugou went bright red as he pulled the tissue paper open and saw with his own eyes the pieces custom made for his build, in the softest of pinks and whites.

Part of him wanted to just throw it away, even if hed spent way too much money on it. but another part of Katsuki was excited, a soft shudder run down his spine as he rubbed the material between his calloused fingers. Maybe he could just… try it on. That didn’t mean he had to use it for anything, right?

It didn’t take Katsuki long to move into the bathroom across from your shared bedroom. It was large enough for both of you to have your space, but most importantly, it had a large mirror where you could see yourself with ease.

In his nervous excitement, Katsuki didn’t realize the guide for caring about said lingerie had been brushed to the floor, just barely tucked under the kitchen table where hed dumped the other packages you guys had received.

The blonde was a blushing mess as he tucked the lingerie on, breathing shaky and uneven as he felt the soft delicate lace and fabrics brushing against his muscular scarred body. Hed always looked strong and dangerous, but like this he could almost see himself as… delicate.

The shape of the lingerie made his already small waist seem smaller, whilst also supporting his pecs and squeezing around his thighs in ways he knew would have your hands twitching with the urge to grab.

Katsuki was too distracted with admiring himself to notice you arriving home, your tired voice calling out to him as you knew he would be around. His silence had you raising a brow as you tucked off your coat and tie.

The pile of packages wasn’t anything new. Being a hero meant Katsuki got a lot of mail shipped directly to him, and you got things every now and then too, though it was normally thank you gifts from clients.

The soft pink paper under the table caught your attention, and after picking it up you could help but huff softly in interest. Was Katsuki trying to surprise you? How sweet. Better not keep him waiting then.

Your quirk allowed you to see vague splashes of color and waves, each color and swirl showing different feelings and intensities of said feelings. His embarrassment and arousal had you softly chuckling to yourself. The shame and fear mixed into it was worrying though.

It wasn’t hard to figure out where he was. If the light under the bathroom door wasn’t enough to tell you, then the intense swirls of colors radiating through the doors cracks was another sign. This truly made him feel good, you could tell. It also meant you felt bad that he hadn’t come to you with this before, as it clearly made him feel some type of way.

“Katsuki?” you pipe up, knocking softly on the door, eyes locked onto the swirls of color and waves that seemed to twist and turn, wanting to gauge his reactions and feelings. The flashes of new colors and erratic waving made you frown. Why was he scared? Self-conscious?

You didn’t say anything about what you had found in the kitchen, instead letting Katsuki take all the time he needed to answer. A gruff but meek “what?” snapping through the door.

Inside the bathroom Katsuki started to feel horrible, wrapping his arms around himself. Hed been so distracted oogling at his body and the lace that he hadn’t even noticed you coming home, what type of hero was he to not realize?

The self-conscious feelings welled up, the imperfections he couldn’t see before almost blowing up to a much larger, much more noticeable scale. Why would you find him attractive like this? All muscles, sharp edges and ugly scars?

“What are you doing, honey?” you hum, keeping patient and open. Sure, you were jittery with the want to see him in whatever he had bought, but it was clear Katsuki was uncomfortable, mostly with himself than anything.

“Just- fuck. Go away for a moment, ill be out” he snapped, voice raising a few octaves that told you he was starting to get distressed. Katsuki couldn’t figure out why his eyes were welling up, or why he felt so weak and vulnerable like this. But the very thought of you seeing him like this and rejecting him felt worse than any wound he had ever gotten.

“What if I want to see” you mumble, close enough to the door to know he would hear you. Your quirk let you see the rapid fluctuations in the colors and swirls. Shock, annoyance, depressive self-hate, self-consciousness, begrudging acceptance.

He clearly wanted to demand to know how you knew what he was wearing, but Katsuki grumbled a little to himself. Of course you knew, you knew everything, you weren’t heroes go-to lawyer for no reason.

You took a small step back as the door unlocked, and nothing could have prepared you for the sight that would meet you. A hot breath was puffed out your nose as Katsuki stood so meekly before you, scarred arms still protectively wrapped around himself.

The longer you went without speaking, the more distressed your lover seemed to get, his red eyes

flicking from your face to the wall to the floor as he worried at his lip.

Finally, your explosive lover seemed to snap, throwing his arms out in a frustrated “say something for fuck sake!”, his eyes wide but shiny in a way that spoke of tears. His usual posturing and loud tone didn’t really have the same effect when he was wearing that pretty lingerie, and he was flushed so prettily in the face.

“you’re so pretty…” you finally muster out, his still locked to his face and body, hands clenched at your sides as familiar heat bloomed inside you like hot syrup. It wasn’t the usual ravenous hunger that had you bending him over the kitchen counter, or shoving him under your desk in your office, but it was similar.

He scoffed at your words, but his redder face and the bright colors swirling around him made it clear he felt flattered and noticed, a soft whimpered noise leaving his clenched lips when you finally started to touch him.

It was strange to have your usually self-assured and decided lover shuddering and gasping weakly from your hands just running up and down his sides, brushing against the delicate lace and the different stitches and patterns.

“s-stop saying stupid shit” he mumbled, his voice even sounding softer and more vulnerable than Katsuki normally allowed himself to be. The tone of Katsuki’s voice jumped up into a yelp as your hands grasp at his pecs, petting at his nipples through the sheer fabric, already so hard and sensitive from all his self-admiration earlier.

“If you don’t believe me, let me show you” you grumble out, finally looking Katsuki in the eyes with the look of a wolf about to eat its prey. The explosion of bright colors around Katsuki was euphoric in your eyes, even as he yelped when you picked him up with ease. The bedroom was right across the hall, but that wouldn’t stop you from carrying him there.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around his chest again as you laid him carefully on your shared bed, too flustered to look you in the eye. But you knew he wanted too, he was just to shy to allow himself to feel this way, which just meant you had to show him.

The gasped yelp that left him as you slide his thighs apart brought a hungry smirk to your face, Katsuki’s wide red eyes finally snapping to your own as you slowly slide lower and lower between them. You would make sure Katsuki felt more confident before the night was over, that was a promise.

[kaq3yma]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐘 featuring yoru jin

syn: what if its you that met with a suspicious guy instead of alma?

⸻ cw: brief mention of calamity/maga

qeena's brief note: my first time writing for my autistic baby yoru yaeyyyy ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- buttt im sorry, it's pretty short i dont have any idea atm so i thought i'll just feed u guys with some drabble lmaooo any gokurakugai readers or writers here??!! lets be mootsies kekekeke 🤭 that's all thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚🍡

You are supposedly with Alma right now but the half-maga half-human kid is nowhere to be found after he got his savory taiyaki. You tried calling for him a few times on the street, hoping he's somewhere but all to no avail.

You past by the shrine you invaded earlier that evening to notice a man waiting by the entrance. You quirk your brows in a confused manner and stride behind him silently "What're you doing?" He panicked, hands covering both sides of his head "I'm not a suspicious guy, I swear I was just looking at the blue sheet covering the-" His voice trails, noticing you in front of him "You... Do I look suspicious to you?" You mindlessly shake your head at him. You turn briefly to face the abandoned shrine, sighing "You should leave, it's not good for people to wonder around the streets at night, especially people like you." He didn't quite get what you meant by people like him but he didn't ask.

"What about you?" You look at him, popping one candy you have inside your mouth "I'm working for a troubleshooter agency, I can kick any calamity asses." He secretly shudder at the thought, taking mental notes not to accidentally mumble the truth to you. You look like a troublesome agent to kill.

"I... I don't know where to go! I'm lost!" The dishevelled hair man spewed out, tears bridge beneath his eyes that causes you to almost freak out in bewilderment "Hey, don't cry. What are you, a five year old?" He sniff back his stray tear, shaking his eyes.

You look at him, disbelief and surprised "... I got chocolate. You like chocolate?" He immediately nod his head, thanking you quietly when you give him a piece of your chocolate bar.

"Right, you shouldn't cry anymore. That chocolate supposedly block your sad emotions." You bluffed, a grin make its way to your face. Yoru's eyes widen and they gleam under the bright moon light "They do?!" Well, you didn't expect him to actually believe you but...

"I- I have to go now, good bye." He let you drag his hand forward to give him the rest of the chocolate bar before you leave him alone at the shrine. Yoru got a bright on his face and he stand there still, thoughts lingering of you.

Yomi have to hear about this!

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[luvyeni]

love your jisung smuts omg

can i request sex with jisung while members are in the dorm too

ALONE TIME; PARK JISUNG

pairings. boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader

wc. 609

warnings. oral (m. receiving), a lil bit of overstimulation, caught?

im glad you like them, i hope you like this💓!

you and jisung sneaking away for some alone time.

—

"baby." jisung whispered into your ear. "hmm." you took your eyes off the screen in front of you, turning to give your boyfriend attention. "let's go into the room."

you and jisung were supposed to be having date in alone at his dorm, jisung had it all planned out; you guys were gonna eat, watch movies on the tv— and of course make out and have sex, but that's not the point.

he really was looking forward to the guys leaving for the day, doing whatever they were supposed to do...but it just had to rain—now here he is, annoyed, watching a movie that haechan picked, everybody spread out in the living room. not to mention you're sitting in lap, and he's horny.

"jisung, they're gonna notice that we're gone." he ran his hands up your sides. "they're not even paying attention, besides we can just tell them we want to spend some alone time, please we don't have to do anything, i just want to be with you alone." jisung knew he was bluffing, but he'd do anything to get to his room.

"fine, but don't make it obvious, i can't take another teasing from chenle and haechan." you two slowly got up, praying to whoever above that they don't turn their heads, making your way into his room.

"you're a liar jisungie." you purred, nails raking down his thigh. "you said we wouldn't do anything, but it only took you 10 minutes." he groaned when you slowly brushed your fingers over his hardening cock. "b..baby please do something." his voice was breathy. "please." you love when he got like this.

you smiled, crawling in between in his legs, pulling his sweats down just enough to pull his cock out. "so big." you kissed his angry tip, his precum coating your lips. "you taste so good." he almost moaned when you licked him off your lips.

"baby please, put it in your mouth." you lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, taking him all the way into your mouth. "oh shit." he groaned, "your mouth feels so fucking good." you took him out of his mouth, jerking him off a bit. "baby they're gonna hear you, you have to be quiet."

you sucked on his tip, taking him back into your mouth, he grabbed your hair, moving your head up and down on his cock, occasionally pushing it down all the way forcing your head down just to hear you gag and struggle to take him down your throat. "fuck baby, i'm gonna cum soon."

you licked the vein on the side of his cock, taking him all the way down your throat again and that sent him off. "fuck! babe im cumming." jisung came down you throat, bucking up into your mouth a few times. you slowly took him out of your mouth, sucking on tip watching him shake a little. "ah-ah babe stop."

"im sorry." your voice was horse, he put himself away, pulling you into his lap. "do you want me to." you shook your head. "i told you, i just want to be next to you." he caressed your cheek, kissing your lips. "let me go get you something to drink." he climbed out of bed, walking out of his bedroom.

they still were staring at the screen when he walked into the kitchen, grabbing some snacks and drinks for you guys, making his way back to his room, but he was stopped by a snicker and he just knew he was caught.

"please keep it down, no one wants to hear when your about to cum."

©️LUVYENI

[augustvandyne]

Angela x reader

In a relationship but not out to everyone yet and they get caught after a undercover mission making out

i hope this doesn’t suck too bad lol.

also i had writers block which explains why i haven’t posted in a few days.. anyway, send in some asks because i have one for andy and im out!!

going undercover

You weren’t even completely sure how you got roped into this undercover op.

All you knew this morning was that there was an op, a description of what was going on, and that Lucy wanted in. So that meant you were leaving yourself out of it.

At least you were, up until Nyla and Grey had specifically asked for you.

Something about you being open about liking girls, and that was needed in this op.

You tried to explain that you didn’t want it, that Lucy wanted it and that she could act way better than you could—but Nyla was not having any of it.

She wanted you on this, and that was final.

But she also wanted, surprise surprise, Angela on this as well.

You already knew of the case, because the LAPD has been following it for almost a year now, and still haven’t been able to arrest the gang of three.

They were traffickers. For all of it. Drugs, guns, and people.

So your guys’ job was to keep tabs and to eventually bust them.

Angela would work at a bar to keep tabs on a few members who hung around there, and you’d keep hidden. Try to blend in along with the gang.

Angela hated the idea of putting you in that kind of danger, but she couldn’t say anything to jeopardize your guys’ relationship.

Nyla and Grey said the operation would take at least a week, so the two of you tried to see it as a good thing.

You’d be alone for a week—and you wouldn’t have to hide.

The two of you were sent home to pack your duffel bags, and then you were off.

There was a small apartment set up above the bar the two of you would be hanging around at for the next two weeks, and that was where the two of you would be staying.

You and Angela had the rest of your night to yourselves until the real job started tomorrow, and so the two of you spent your time in bed together.

You took turns holding each other, not knowing how much time the two of you would be able to spend holding each other within the next week.

Angela lays with her arms wrapped around you, your hand resting on her cheek as you lay with your head on her chest.

“No matter what happens—“

“Don’t think like that,” Angela cuts you off, lifting your head so you were looking at her. “ever.”

“I’m sorry Ange,” You look down, only to have Angela force your stare back up to her. “I can’t lose you.”

“And you won’t,” Angela gives a smirk. “I won’t have it. Not under my watch.”

She leans down, leaving a small peck on your lips.

You take in a breath, all the anxiety hitting you at once.

“I’m scared,” You admit.

“I know,” Angela presses her lips together, her eyes casting over you in a scared and concerned manner. “I am too.”

“We’ll watch out for each other,” You nod.

“I know we will,” She kisses your forehead and the two of you fall asleep that way. You, wrapped in her arms, your hand on her cheek, and her lips pressed against your head.

You were beginning to hate this undercover operation all together.

Not only did you hate watching Angela be buttered up and flirted with all night, but you also hated being ogled yourself. You could feel Angela’s stare on you, and you were worried she might give the two of you away.

You played into whatever the men had needed and they bought every single one of your words.

They’d let you in on when trades would be going on, and where, but Nyla and Grey insisted you wouldn’t be able to bust them until they saw it in action. They may just be bluffing, they told you.

And so they wanted you to get in on a trade, but Angela hated that idea.

When you guys had checked in a few nights before, she’d fought them on it, all but shouting at them. Nostrils flared, teeth bared, jaw clenched.

She would have started screaming at them, had you not put your hand on her thigh to calm her.

“We’re just on edge,” You’d said in order to keep the two of yours relationship a secret. “She doesn’t want me to die, that’s all.”

“I sure hope not,” Grey chuckled.

And since then Angela had kept a close eye on you. Dreading the moment the men gave in and gave you their full trust.

Which was the main reason you’d seen her eyes on you every time you looked up.

“We could use another round,” Pierce said, finishing his glass of beer off.

“No problem,” You smiled, placing your hands on the table to you could push yourself up.

The men stare at your behind as you sway your hips over to the counter.

“Another round,” You requested to Angela.

“I don’t like this,” Angela says, taking her time to pour the several beers.

“So you’ve said,” You laughed nervously. “The last four times I’ve come up here.”

“I don’t like you drinking this much,” She starts on the second cup.

“I’m still on my second,” You assured her. “The others are drinking my round.”

She gives you an angry look.

“When this is all over..”

“I’m going to smack you,” Angela squints at you.

“No you won’t,” You say cockily.

“You’re right,” Angela sighs. “I worry.”

“Don’t,” You cut her off. “There’s a trade tonight. They’ll take me. I’m sure of it.”

“This will all be over tomorrow,” Angela blinks, trying not to show excitement on the outside.

“It will,” You nod.

You grab the four beers and place them on the table several feet away.

“Drink up princess,” The boss, Leon, demands in a low voice. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

“Us?” You tilt your head, your eyes locked on Angela’s as you down the rest of your beer.

“Us,” Keons right hand man, Noah, confirms, grabbing your hand from across the table.

It takes everything inside of you not to pull your hand away from him and hurl.

It also takes everything inside of Angela not to march over to the table you’re at and kick all three of the guys’ asses, but she is able to contain herself and help the next customer in line.

To Leon’s word, the three of them do bring you along to the trade, although you didn’t realize you’d be the thing they were trading for the human portion of the trade until you arrived.

Thankfully, they’d needed another round before heading out, and you’d given Angela the location and time.

When they pulled up to the destination, you prayed Angela, Nyla and a team were somewhere around the place to save you.

You’d played as nice as you could as the trade was going about. You smiled nicely, and did whatever Pierce, Leon, and Noah asked of you.

You were beginning to give up hope as they handed you off to the man who bought the big three, just as they were busted.

“LAPD!” Nyla stood behind the three of them, who got shot the second they reached for their own guns.

“Down!” You heard your girlfriend shout, and so you did. You dropped to the ground, the grip of the man behind you releasing as he’d been shot in the shoulder from above.

You looked up to see Angela above with her sniper.

“Clear!” Nyla shouted as the man behind you fell to the ground in pain.

Lucy and the rest of the gang came out from their hiding spots.

You launched off the ground into Lucy’s arms, needing the feeling safety.

“Where’s Angela?” You looked around frantically.

“I don’t know,” Lucy says, holding onto you tighter. “I’m just glad you’re okay. And I promise I’m not mad over you getting the part. I don’t know what I would have done in this position. And you did this on three beers? I would’ve been dead on my feet—“

“I love you, Lucy, but you’re breaking me,” You wheeze out.

“Oh, I’m sorry—“

“Officer Chen!”

“I’ll be back,” Lucy gives you one last squeeze before hurrying off in the direction of where her name was called.

You made sure no one was watching you as you all but sprinted in the direction of where you last saw Angela.

She caught you off guard as she grabbed you and pushed you against one of the many large shipping containers that are placed around the docking yard.

“I hate you,” Angela all but growls in your face.

“No you don’t,” You grab her head in your hands and pull her down to your face.

“You’re right,” Angela breathes out.

“I’m okay. I promise.”

“You better be,” Angela pulls her lips away from yours, looking over you for any scratches, just to be sure.

“I am,” You insist. “From now on, no more undercover. I need to make sure you’re okay too, I love you and I can’t lose you either.” You say, pulling her face closer to yours, everything around you drowning out.

“Oh-“ Grey turns away as Nyla comes to see what it is.

Angela pulls herself away from you as you put your hands up to your face.

“What-“ Lucy says with wide eyes.

“How long has this..” Nyla points between the two of you.

“Uh..” You make a face behind your hands.

“Hm.”

“How did you even hide this?” Tim shakes his head.

“We’re very good?” Angela scratches her head.

“My office,” Grey says looking between the two of you. “First thing tomorrow morning.”

“How—“ Lucy just shakes her head.

“Sir—“

“I have a feeling this will still be going on, and we’ll need to fill out paper work,” Grey nods, turning to walk away, everyone but Lucy turning to follow.

They were in disbelief, to say the least.

You lick your lips nervously, “No problem.”

Angela chuckles, turning back to you, taking one of your hands in her own. She lifts your knuckles to her lips and gives them a soft kiss.

“Let’s go home.”

“I just— how?!” Lucy says as the two of you leave the secluded space.

[cheolhub]

IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now. 

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label. 

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid. 

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you. 

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion. 

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does. 

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up. 

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.” 

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless. 

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer. 

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion. 

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure. 

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans. 

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him. 

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours. 

© cheolhub — all rights reserved, please refrain from copying, reposting, modifying or translating my work on any platform.

[gyuswhore]

minghao + beside you (keshi)

im thinking like a friends to lovers bc that’s what im getting from this song but it’s completely up to ur interpretation! cant wait to see what u do with this c:

HI BABES!!!!!

I got serious friends to lovers from this too so that's what I did! Shitting my pants rn hope you like it muah

masterlist

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[11:35]

Dusting your hands on your pants, you attempt to pry Minghao away from the tire when he's not entirely convinced it's tightened.

It was 10 PM on a Thursday night and, Minghao took it upon himself to drag you out of the slum that was your dorm room and to some cliffside he had gone to with his friends. It was also mandatory for his pickup to get a flat tire just before you were about to head back home.

"It's thickening the plot" He had said, attempting to bring his forced positivity into a road with no streetlights and a scissor jack that took him 20 minutes to find.

You managed with your phone flashlights and a couple scrapes, more grateful that you weren't stranded in what was basically a forest by yourselves at nearing midnight.

"Can we sit in the back for a little bit more, I'm pooped" you whine, clambering into the blanketed cargo bed before he can reply.

Hao has an inability to say no to you so he obliges, wondering if he could switch gears a little bit and move to a topic he's been wanting to bring up.

You both are comfy, heads on pillows, looking up at the stars as you whip out your constellation app.

You're checking for Orion when Hao starts to talk.

"Do you still think about Jun?"

You freeze as you hear your ex's name, not expecting the abrupt change of topic.

"Haven't thought about that one in a minute" You reply with a laugh, looking over at him.

You were telling the truth. Because somebody else had taken over the empty space he left, very quickly.

"Why'd you ask?"

He turns to his side to face you, bringing his hand up to his head, elbows supporting.

"Do you have anyone in mind? You haven't gone out with anyone after Jun, just thinking about it"

Your face answers enough for him, and he starts smiling before letting out a yelp.

"There is someone, isn't there?!"

"No there isn't" You deadpan, trying to cover up for yourself.

"Yes, there is! Who is it, tell me"

He's bluffing just as much as you are, but he may be doing it better as you haven't caught on yet. Minghao is smart, observant, analytical; he knows when something's up. So when he began to feel the lingering touches and dreamy eyes, he knew what it was before you did yourself.

Not to say he didn't feel the same way, the window that came about after your split was enough to re-ignite the fire that he had attempted to subdue long ago. You only encouraged him.

It was cute, though, watching you struggle to keep your composure when asked the blistering question so head on.

"I'm not telling you!"

"So there is someone" He strikes the chord.

You look at him, a little like a deer caught in headlights. "That's not fair"

"Not my fault you're stupid"

"You're right, I was stupid enough to fall for you"

The universe had slammed the pause button the second the words tumble out of your mouth. The owl had stopped hooting, the trees had stopped rustling. You had stopped breathing.

You closed your eyes, not wishing to perceive anything. Your mouth with its tendency to voice your thoughts had gotten you in serious trouble before, but you really didn't think you could ever pull something of this caliber.

You wished you never fixed that tire, maybe you'd be left stranded here to die. It wouldn't matter that you had just effectively confessed to your best friend if you were both dead meat for the coyotes.

Unbeknownst to you, Hao had been smiling ear to ear. All smug once he got over the initial shock.

"Thought I wasn't your type?" he asks. He's enjoying your pain a little too much.

"Please, just don't" You moan, hand coming up to cover your face, in hopes of forgetting object permanence and perceiving Hao as nonexistent.

"Oh, you fool" He sighs dramatically.

You were expecting that.

You suddenly feel a hand removing the obstructions from your face, and what feels like a kiss is being placed right on your lips. He's smiling as he cradles your face, despite the awkward position. You open your eyes to look at him, finding him staring down at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.

You were not expecting that.

[rosemelon82]

Light on Series: Sisyphus whump list (cn)

I took over this list from @love-me-a-lotta-whump so go check out their awesome whump lists if you're looking for some good whumpy series to watch! ;)

Synopsis:

After his daughter Duo Duo dies, Zhang Hai Feng quits his job as a police officer. However, he cannot continue his peaceful life for long because a serial murder case reveals new evidence about the accident that led to Duo Duo's death. Zhang Hai Feng pursues the serial murderer and dies with him. When he wakes up, he is back to the day before he dies and decides to make use of the wormhole to save Duo Duo. Eventually, he starts to unravel the deeply hidden secrets of the people around him and the web of conspiracy that was planted 20 years ago. (paraphrased from KissAsian)

Genre: Crime, Mystery, Sci-fi

Whumpees:

Zhao Bin Bin played by Lu Han

Zhang Hai Feng played by Wang Qian Yuan

Other whumpees listed in orange

TW: SUICIDE, MURDER, DEATH

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW

01:

Zhao Bin Bin:

09:18 - 11:20 - in an interrogation room, interrogated, defiant

16:49 - 19:41 - in an interrogation room, stressed, crying, (flashback: panicked), manhandled, choked, coughing

21:20 - 22:37 - poisoned, chest pain, seizing, foaming at the mouth, rolled into the hospital, handcuffed to a stretcher, unconscious, still handcuffed to the stretcher, unconscious, dazed, weak

29:35 - 30:00 - headbutted (is that a word?), falls backwards, sort of falls of a building, dies

Zhang Hai Feng:

11:20 - 20:48 - depressed, drinking, angry, chokes someone, manhandled, taken away

28:00 - 30:00 - out of breath, dealing with a hostage situation that also includes a bomb, bluffing, shot at, shot in the chest, bomb explodes, dies

02:

Zhao Bin Bin:

07:40 - 08:33 - chased

Fu Jialiang:

13:40 - end of episode - drugged, kidnapped, tied up and duct tape on his mouth, panicked, yelling, has a bomb strapped to him, taken away in an ambulance

03:

Zhao Bin Bin:

16:45 - 20:19 - hit in the head, bleeding, still bloody, trying to find ths person he kidnapped

34:20 - end of episode - shot in the arm, taken away by the police, stumbling, manhandled by police, bloody hand, laid on a stretcher and put into ambulance, treated in the ambulance, in an explosion, dies

Zhang Hai Feng:

end of episode - dies in explosion

04:

Zhang Hai Feng:

beginning of episode - wakes up hazy

(not related to whump but holy fuck this episode was crazy im- what the fuck?????)

05:

Zhao Bin Bin:

throughout episode - interrogated multiple times, accused

end of episode - interrogated in an interrogation room

06:

Lei Qiang:

18:07 - 20:14 - on the run, almost hit by a car, jumps off a roof, hurts leg, interrogated

07 & 08:

none

09:

Zhao Bin Bin:

beginning of episode - shown beaten, glasses askew, bloody nose

Zhang Hai Feng:

end of episode - loss of loved ones, grieving

10:

none

11:

Liu Yuqi:

19:47 - 22:54 - stabbed, pushes the knife further in, death

12:

TW: SUICIDE

Zhao Bin Bin:

end of episode - commits suicide?

Review of drama:

Quite interesting. I personally really like the inception style of the drama. It's a very mindfuck style drama and I like that. It's also interesting to see how the "timelines" or memory lines or whatever they are called differ when he makes different choices but still somehow relate to the main timeline. I recommend watching this drama if you prefer to be confused while watching but at the same time very intrigued by each episode. I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for another whump list soon! (sorry to @love-me-a-lotta-whump for taking so long to do this)

[bonkbobl]

tw: heavy noncon, very dark, dddne

im not gonna write a whole fic because its only like slightly different (more fucked up) than beautiful fool but i really love the idea of being forced into a free use/sex slave situation by roose

i feel like i touched on this in fics but dark roose (which is normal roose 😭😭😭) loves using sexual intimidation and part of that is watching you fight. a larger part of that is watching you lose not just your will to fight him physically, but the shame that takes over as you fight yourself. he likes knowing you like it.

lets say you’re in a situation similar to the millers wife. you married a man in secret because he wanted to protect you from the first night laws. but of course roose finds out and after killing your husband he forces you down and takes you roughly on the ground.

somewhere through it all, you stop struggling against him and he hears you sob to yourself. your body’s tense but your clenching at how rough he’s being with you and your pussys so wet he can hear it. the moment he realizes you’re actually enjoying it is when he really snaps and starts fucking you harder and at that point he cant even tell if youre crying or moaning.

you might try to renew your efforts and push him off you but he’ll always be stronger. and just to rub it in he loves to remind you just how much youre enjoying it. your humiliation is so sweet that roose decides he wants to keep you as a pet. and you stay in his room, naked, his to use whenever he feels like it

sometimes he likes to just give you the hope of clinging on to a bit of your dignity before ripping it away from you. games like “if you dont cum, i wont fuck you tonight” and he just eats your pussy relentlessly for thirty minutes. or he’ll let you suck his dick while he’s doing it so its more like “if you make me cum first i wont fuck you tonight.”

maybe one night you realize he gets off on your reluctance so you try to act obedient because you think he might get bored of you and leave you alone if he thinks hes broken you. but then he spends the night making you do humiliating shit like licking his boot, slapping you with his cock, spanking your pussy, anal. he can tell youre bluffing the entire time because you still wince when he kisses you and theres still a little bit of hate in your eyes but its fun to see how far you’ll go with the charade.

and youre pissed because after a week of being a good little toy for him, he doesnt seem to be getting bored any time soon, instead he’s more horny and more sadistic than he was before. and maybe you try to start fighting him again, maybe you dont. regardless, roose wont ever get tired of playing with your body or fucking with your head

[sewerzombie]

Your blog has gotten me so into stunk spray that I've read every fiction on this furry site AND ao3 with the skunk spray tag. You truly have me corrupted 🧎‍♂️all I want is for a skunk monster to trap and gas me out and then finally spray me as their final move to force me into submission as their bitch. Something about tail raises really turns me on they're so threatening

it's funny, no matter how unapologetically disgusting i am on this blog, i still get freaks in my inbox gushing about how much my repulsiveness turns them on!!! kind of a huge fan, i won't lie 💖💖💖

tail raises are threatening, aren't they? it pleases me to absolutely no end to know that such a simple, harmless motion can inspire such fear in people. i love to tease, i love to watch someone's confidence shatter, watching them scramble to protect themselves in any way that they can. of course, i always deliver on promises- it's never an empty threat! if i raise my tail, you're getting sprayed, but tormenting you with the fear and anticipation and maybe the false hope that im bluffing or it won't be as bad as you imagined it is like foreplay to me! :3

[asterifish]

Hey authornim loved the fic you did for Jeonghyeon (Evnne), I had a fun and great time reading.

I'm back again to ask for a new one hihi. (Is it ok if I ask to be the ❄️ anon)

Genre: Fantasy

Prompt: Jeonghyeon is a prince that is studying in a magic academy and he met m/n who was the prodigy of the academy. (I'm interested in how this would work out since I haven't seen any fics with this style of setting)

Either way, I love the stories you write authornim. I hope that you will always find comfort with your activities. Never lose your flair and always have fun!!!

My knight with the broken glasses

Author Notes: Hii!! Thank you for requesting again!! Im glad you liked the first Jeonghyeon fic!! I felt bad that it ended so soon :/ I'll add you to the anon list as soon as I finish this fic! I've only written Prince tropes once so I hope this goes how you wanted it to!! (Let me know if you want a part 2 of this one😎)

Characters: Lee Jeonghyeon, Male reader

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, slight angst

Extra notes: ⭐ stands for M/n!!! Happy reading!

Story Under the cut!

Jeonghyeon was raised to be the best. From a very young age, he was taught by the greatest wizards ever, the best knights, and the best teachers. He beat his father im so many games, sword fights, and spell-offs.

With all this being said, Jeonghyeon went to Yuehua Academy expecting to be top of his class. So why was he always stuck in second place? And who the hell was this nerd he was sharing a dorm with?

"I hope you know that I'm not here willingly. I don't want to speak with you." Jeonghyeon frowned at ⭐, still in shock that his parents were making him live in the student dorms.

"I'm not used to people, so you dont have to worry my prince!" ⭐ said, smiling softly before turning on his heel, heading towards his room. Jeonghyeon stood there, stunned at the interaction. Blinking a couple times, he frowned, following ⭐ to his room. Why? He didn't know, but something about the way ⭐ said "my prince" had Jeonghyeon feeling.. different.

"Why aren't you used to people? And why are you always first on the stupid academics board?" Jeonghyeon asked, leaning againdt the doorframe of ⭐'s room. ⭐ looked over at the prince from his desk and smiled again. "I have to be first if i want to keep my scholarship, and I'm from a small town so I'm not used to interacting with people yet..."

"Scholarship..? Whats that?" Jeonghyeon looks confused and tilts his head. ⭐ just smiles again and explains, "If you're lucky and excel is something, a scholarship helps you get through college for free."

As ⭐ explained, Jeonghyeon made his way to ⭐'s bed and sat down. For some reason unknown to him, the prince wanted to be closer to ⭐. "So.. you're basically like.. really good at spell casting?"

⭐ laughed at the thought subconsciously. Jeonghyeon seemed shocked that the other male was laughing at him and furrowed his brows. "No my prince.. I wasn't laughing at you, I just found that funny.. but no, I'm really not that good.." ⭐ continues to laugh quietly, resting his head in his hands.

"Well.. If youre so good, think you could teach me what you know?" Jeonghyeon smirked, thinking that he's bluffed the younger male.

Searching ⭐'s face as he lifts his head, the prince looks for signs of fear. But there aren't any. ⭐'s eyes are bright and confident, and hes still smiling from laughing earlier.

"Are you sure? That's basically asking me to a duel..." ⭐ didn't sound proud if that, he looked a bit worried as he looked at Jeonghyeon, wondering what the boy could be thinking.

Jeonghyeon nods confidently, getting up off of ⭐'s bed. "I'm positive. I wanna know what all the hype is about, and whether you truly are better than me." He then sticks his hand out towards ⭐, waiting for him to shake it.

⭐ hesitates, but shakes Jeonghyeon's hand. "Then how's tomorrow at 3?"

...

It's Wednesday, and the courtyard is crowded. Students all there just to see Jeonghyeon battle a "nobody". ⭐ had to force his way through the crowd to meet Jeonghyeon in the middle.

A few rounds in, ⭐ was winning 3-2. The battle was stopped abruptly when an explosion and loud alarm rang out. Students scattered everywhere, pushing ⭐ and the prince onto the ground. Debris filled the air, large chunks of rock and small glass shards landing all around the two males. ⭐ had quickly casted a protection spell around Jeonghyeon, covering the male with his body as well.

A few pieces of debris flew close to ⭐'s face, and one hit his glasses, causing them to break and fly off ⭐'s face. ⭐ was obviously stunned, and fell to the ground. The spell deactivated, and Jeonghyeon crawled over to ⭐, peering into his eyes. 'God his eyes are pretty...' Jeonghyeon thought, abd then shook his head.

"⭐, are you okay?" Jeonghyeon waves his hand in front of ⭐'s face, unsure of what to do. ⭐'s eyes are unfocused, but he still notices the massive piece of debris heading straighr for Jeonghyeon.

As ⭐ pushed the prince away, he was stunned. 'Did ⭐ really just.. push me?' Jeonghyeon thought. Looking back over, he almost screamed when he saw the metal embedded in ⭐'s side.

Scrambling over to the younger, Jeonghyeon held ⭐ close. "You idiot..." Scanning the area quickly, all Jeonghyeon could find was ⭐'s glasses. Grabbing them quickly, he placed them back on ⭐'s face.

⭐'s eyes were unfocused as he peered up at Jeonghyeon. "Are... are you okay? You didnt get hurt, did you?"

Jeonghyeon shook his head and sighed, cradling ⭐ in his arms. "It's you that got injured ⭐.." He frowns, watching the younger pass out, glasses slipping off his face. "Idiot... but you saved me.. like a knight.."

Jeonghyeon paused and picked up ⭐'s glasses again. "A knight with broken glasses.."

Works belong to @asterifish | reblogs help me a lot! 2023 | © @asterifish

[roxelana]

Dear Neptune

Since when I was born, you may have chosen me to be your child. My dominant planet you are. Who ruled in my chart, and my whole life. Since I was a child, i felt lost, things pocking on me, trouble me or make me an invisible pal towards others. And it grew more, and more into me. Mystic, unbearable most of the time, but quite intriguing. I have understood that because of you, people do not know the whole me. And misunderstan people towards me. And kinda blurry the vision people have from me. You took something from me, and flavored with your energy utself. You gave me the ability to live in a dream, that may never be possible. To live even in dreams which may turn into reality. Imagination and visualization to its finest. But still giving me awareness of what's going on in current reality. You gave me a stuttering voice when for the trouble you kinda "made" me do, well-known that I had the perfect answer to give. And make me a lovely person in someone's life bcs of the power-dynamics, them people be above. Make me the evil villain to someone's who were on the wrong and projecting on me. And make me an invisible human towards the world , and people who loved me but forgetting I was with them. It's kinda staggering when i see this in my life. And I sometimes blame you. Bcs people don't know me, but know what they perceive its true to them, ABOUT ME. Kinda ironic and devious from you. People blamed me for kinda everything, I was a punching bag to certain people, i was the venting hermit who could hear them bluffing about their problems and needs, and a victim under people negative energy. Who picked on me so much and treated me so badly. A scapegoat to his relatives and friends too, who all the nerves they had towards other people, put on me.

You gave me good heart, also God gave it to me. While i suffer from low self-love, self-esteem and depression how i am living my life. I know its you NEPTUNE. But why? Maybe that's how life it is. But why? I won't get the answer.

Neptune gave me delusions. In a way that makes you think that certain people are meant this way in your life, and making me prone to illusion myself in certains delusion. Idk if they will become true, but its a way I cope with my life, miserable life. Idk why to do? To believe them, to make me aware more to not fall into delusions of not only myself, but the whole earth. How other people create delusions in real life. Idk man, its kinda crazy.

It gave me love for the spiritual world, how certaion things go hand in hand, how people connect with each-other emotionally, and how their souls interact. But you gave me the worst perception to think people about me. And also, them creating rumors and spread false info about me. You gave that power to me, and to illusion others. I hope you understand what I mean. But still remaining a mystery, a puzzle with missing pieces, hard to pin down, and also a truly unknown person.

You made me cunning, vigilant at the same time as being delulu. A chameleon, truly knowing how to blend in with people, unconsciously or not. Its weird how you work, and so mysterious how you play your cards. You made me wanting peace, but still wanting chaos. Hou made me love light, but also darkness. You made me be aware of my reality, but love my delulu reality. What's your plan? You made me feel like im blessed, but also cursed. U made me a victim, but also a hero and also a villian.

You made me a person full of emotions, sensitivity, empathy as nature. But also people not value these things about me. How unfair life is. I can never know that I have such a great soul, such a powerful soul that instigate people to envy, or hate me about my beautiful energy. Or not. Idk. Addictive, but also a repulsive, who push people away. Attractive but also not that much.

Mystic, mystery, an unexplored and yet not daring to go through. Eager to, but not taking the risk.

So NEPTUNIAN of you!!

[sspidrwebz]

nights reflection | tw, sui

i think its obscene how you treat how i feel

you really think im bluffing, dont you?

to you im just an angsty teenager who says these things for kicks. 

as if its a trend.

and its sort of odd because in a way, it is.

it is a trend.

do you think thats a good thing?

do you think thats safe?

do you care?

sorry, i forgot.

i could be crying on my knees before you, begging for you to notice me.

i could be screaming. 

screaming the words i need to say.

the words i wish i didnt mean.

but you wouldnt listen.

i know.

ive tried.

i try my hardest not to cry in front of you anymore.

you call me weak for it.

im not weak.

i used to think i was.

i used to think i was weak because i couldnt get myself to hurt myself enough.

i was always too afraid of the pain.

but im far from weak.

because despite what goes on in my head every day.

im still here.

sometimes i wish i was as weak as you say.

instead of telling you, i act out.

i throw any object near me, i let the dishes crash as i wash them, i punch the walls as hard as i can.

i do anything to get that attention, to be noticed by anybody at all.

for you to see just how badly im hurting.

i do this in hopes youll come into the room and talk to me.

in hopes youll stay by my side.

in hopes that, even if i say i wont kill myself, youll stay here.

i hope to god you dont believe me.

because i don’t believe me.

but you dont come. 

so i cry.

because i know you wont see me.

do i have to try?

do i have to jump?

do i have to bring a knife with me?

i know you wouldnt notice.

do i have to hurt myself? 

do i have to want so badly to die?

is that what it takes?

will it ever be enough?

when will my suffering be enough of an excuse to be loved?

i dont think it ever will.

not until its too late.

the other day you showed me how to use your gun like it was nothing.

that scares me.

i tried to distance myself.

because i knew what that knowledge would do for me.

but you insisted i learn.

lucky me, i suppose.

i hate it. 

i hate that i want to be the one you worry about.

i want to be the reason you hide the knives in the house. 

i want to be the reason you worry if i dont get home on time.

i want to be the reason you call me to see if im okay every day.

please ask me if im okay.

if you care, maybe i wont say yes.

please care.

i need you to care.

i want to stay.

dont make me leave.

_____

i found this in my notes app. from a month ago, im okay now but i thought id show it bc its good i think