#please release them again 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[asklesbianonceler]

I am so mad I was broke when Nightwish was selling new vinyls of all their old albums. Of course only the ones I kind of like are reselling for reasonable prices.

[cameronsprincess]

Reader sucking off rafe giving him a sloppy blowjob and rafe making jj watch without touching himself until he asks him to come closer he start jerking him off telling him how needy and pathetic he is letting a guy touch him and jj get turned on more by his degrading words hiding in the crook of his neck. When the both reach out their orgasms rafe come in your mouth and jj in rafe hand. Rafe will tell you to clean it then make you kiss jj then the three of you make out

😮🙏🏻🫡 your wish is my command bc HOLY FUUUCK.

CW: smut! 18+ only! dom!rafe, sub!reader, sub!jj, male receiving oral, mxm, degrading.

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“That’s it baby, swallow my cock. Fuuuuck, see how good she’s doin’, J? Suckin’ my cock like the good little slut she is.”

Rafe wraps his large hand in your hair, thrusting his cock all the way down your throat, keeping your face pressed into his groin. You move your tongue, softly licking at the vein that runs up the underside of his shaft, whimpering and gagging around him. He pulls your head back, strings of spit attached to your lips and Rafe’s cock flying to the floor.

You chance a look at JJ, who stands silently in the corner of the room, watching you suck Rafe off, his hard cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his dark-wash jeans. Rafe snaps his fingers in your face, and you quickly put your eyes back on him. “Eyes on me, baby.” he rasps as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

He pushes his thumb past the seam of your lips, and you unconsciously suck it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and moaning. Rafe’s cock twitches, quickly pulling his thumb from your mouth and shoving his dick back down your throat. You press your palms firmly against his muscular thighs, grounding yourself as you begin sloppily sucking him again.

Rafe throws his head back, groaning at the pleasure you were giving him. He slowly lifts his head, eyes finding JJ’s, “Come here, JJ.” he demands, and JJ quickly makes his way toward the two of you.

Rafe groans again as you continue to sloppily suck his cock. “Take your pants off, JJ.” Rafe demands and JJ gives him a confused look.

“What? I don’t-”

“Do you want to cum or not, Maybank? If you do, just fucking listen! Take. Off. Your. Pants.”

Rafe’s loud voice has you flinching, but you quickly shake it away, gripping the base of his dick in one hand and stroking him as your mouth sucks on his swollen tip. You slide Rafe’s cock all the way down your throat, eyes shifting to the side to watch as JJ calmly works the button and zipper on his jeans, shoving them down his legs and stepping out of them.

Rafe quickly grips JJ’s hand, tugging him closer before he slips his hand into the waistband of JJ’s black boxers. He grips his dick, squeezing at it softly and pulling a small groan from JJ. “God you’re pathetic. You really gonna let me jerk you off?”

JJ whimpers, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted as he watches you suck Rafe off. Rafe snaps his fingers in his face, tangling his fingers in your hair and pushing himself down your throat, holding you there as he speaks.

“Don’t look at her, look at me. You wanna cum? Let me know, JJ, my patience is limited.”

“Y-Yes… Please?” JJ says softly, his eyes never leaving Rafe’s.

Rafe smiles, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “Pathetic. But I’ll help you out.”

Rafe releases your hair, allowing you to pull back for a breath of air. “Keep goin’ baby, you know how I like it.”

Your lips wrap around his cock again, sucking him down deep as you watch his movements. Rafe tugs at JJ’s boxers, allowing them to fall and pool around his ankles. JJ’s hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from his swollen tip. Rafe grips him in his hand, giving a harsh squeeze before he begins slowly moving his hand up and down JJ’s length, his thumb smearing the precum around the tip.

JJ lets out a breathy sigh, his head falling forward onto Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe lets out a dark laugh, continuing to squeeze and jerk at JJ’s cock. You watch the entire interaction, continuing to suck Rafe. Your clit pulses, and you shift on your knees, taking Rafe in and out of your mouth slowly, moaning around him when you watch JJ’s cock twitch in Rafe’s hand.

It was all so erotic, so hot… And the way Rafe was degrading JJ, the way his large hand was wrapped around JJ’s thick cock, slowly stroking at him, it had your pussy soaked.

“I feel your cock twitching in my hand, Maybank, you’re close aren’t you?” Rafe rasps, his hand picking up in pace. JJ groans, lifting his head from Rafe’s shoulder and staring into his eyes. You feel Rafe’s cock twitch in your mouth, pushing him all the way down your throat and swallowing, allowing your throat to squeeze at his thick length.

“Goddamnit, baby… M’gonna cum if you keep that up.”

You pull your head back, letting Rafe’s cock slip from your mouth. You softly grip him in your hand, giving his cock a tight squeeze before twisting your wrist, stroking him slowly. Rafe’s eyes find yours, and you give him a small smirk, “Wanna taste you, daddy. Please?” you beg, wrapping your lips around him again.

“Shit… Hear that, Maybank? The little slut wants to taste my cum, should I give it to her?”

JJ groans, his eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving as he tried to stave off his orgasm. Rafe slows the movements of his hand, squeezing JJ’s shaft tightly, “Answer me, J. Should I give my little slut my cum?”

“Y-Yes..” JJ stutters out, his cock pulsing in Rafe’s hand. He was so close it was almost painful.

Rafe smirks, gripping the back of your head with his free hand, “Good boy, you’re learning to use your words.”

Keeping his hand tightly wrapped in your hair, Rafe holds your head steady and begins thrusting his hips forward, brutally fucking himself into your throat. His other hand is still wrapped tightly around JJ’s shaft, quick strokes of his hand sliding up and down his length. JJ and Rafe both groan, JJ’s head falling into Rafe’s neck again to muffle his whimpers.

You feel Rafe’s cock throb, his thrusts growing sloppy as your name spills past his lips. He slows his pace on JJ’s cock, thrusting forward one final time before you taste him on your tongue, his cum spilling down your throat in long, slow spurts. Rafe continues stroking JJ as he rides out his high, his hand slowly curling around the head and stroking it gently. JJ lets out a muffled whine, his legs wobbling slightly as his own orgasm reaches him, sticky cum spilling into Rafe’s hand.

Rafe pulls his cock from your mouth, releasing JJ’s cock and bringing his sticky, cum-covered hand in front of your face. “Lick it clean, baby.”

You quickly obey, your tongue darting out and licking at the cum that covered Rafe’s palm and fingers. Rafe breathes out a laugh, pulling you to stand once you’ve cleaned his hand thoroughly. “Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

You smile softly, nodding your head and stepping toward Rafe. He steps to the side, grabbing JJ’s arm and placing him in front of you. “Let Maybank have a taste baby, we can’t be greedy now can we?”

You nod in agreement, stepping into JJ’s body and lifting on your toes, cupping his face in your hands. You slowly pull his head down, eyes flitting from his beautiful blue ones down to his lips. You slowly lean in, pressing your lips again JJ’s. The kiss starts out slow, but you quickly pick up the pace, slipping your tongue into his mouth. JJ groans against your lips, the taste of his and Rafe’s cum on your tongue making his cock grow hard again.

Rafe steps forward, pulling the two of you apart before smirking at JJ, “Enjoy what I let you have of her, because that’ll be the only time you get her, understood?”

JJ nods, “Understood.”

Rafe grins, pulling the two of you into his sides, his lips pressing into yours first before moving over to JJ’s, leaving the blonde more confused than he was when he’d first arrived.

tagging some moots: @starkeysbabygirl @rafesthroatbaby @rafescvntyclubgf @rafesheaven @rafesbabygirlx @nemesyaaa @cherrygirlfriend @oceandriveab @bloodibambiidoll @cameronwillow @moon-in-nostalgia @httpsdrewstarkey @sarahsangelicdoll

[ariestrxsh]

could you please write a blurb of sub matt smut where you're sat behind him and jerking him off and whispering praises in his ear while he babbles about how good it feels and you overstimulate him 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🙏🏻🙏🏻

Jerking off Matt and overstimulating him...

"Come on, Matt. I know you can hold on a bit longer," you cooed, kneeling down behind the sweet boy with your breasts pressed against his shoulder blade while you reached around him, stroking his pretty cock. His desperate moans filled your ear as you moved your hand up and down, making sure to do it just the way he liked it - long, slow strokes that would gradually pick up speed the closer he got.

"Mommy. It feels so good. I wanna cum," he whined, slack-jawed and watching the way you skillfully manipulated his length. You gently brushed his shiny tip with your thumb, eliciting more clear fluid to leak from it. He shuddered under your touch. "Feels so good. Wanna cum," he repeated. "Then be a good boy and cum," you whispered into his ear, a smirk playing into the corner of your mouth as you watched him lose control.

"Yes, mommy," he murmured in response, his head falling back against your shoulder and his eyes losing focus. His satisfied whimpers poured into the air around you, his cock twitching in your grip as he released his seed. You watched the thick, white liquid flow out of his swollen tip and drip down onto your hand and down his shaft.

"Fuck. That's it, mommy," Matt breathlessly whispered as his eyes fluttered closed, wrinkling his brow. He relaxed his weight into you, and you shifted around a bit to keep him propped up.

Despite him having already finished, you continued to jerk him off without faltering in your strokes. You kept your pace steady and fast, using his cum as a lubricant. "Mommy, I'm all done," he whimpered. "I'm not done yet, baby. Give mommy one more," you lustfully responded.

"So sensitive," he muttered, squirming around beneath your touch. "I know. I like you that way," you purred in his ear. He became a babbling, incoherent mess whose only focus was his own pleasure. "Fuck.. so good.. mmm yes mommy.. that's it.. oh fuck," his broken moans escaped his lips as he approached his next climax.

His cock throbbed in your grasp once more, his whole body trembling, and his urgent cries sounding in your ear. His sticky substance squirted out of his cock, this time with more pressure behind it. You watched as the spurts of cum landed on his stomach and his chest as he slammed his eyes shut and let his head fall back again.

With your free hand, you started to run your fingers through his hair, entangling them in his pretty, brown locks. "Good boy. One more," you softly demanded of him, stroking his member at the same rhythm as before. "I don't know if I can," he hissed, peering up at you with his blue eyes. "But you like it, sweet boy. Look at how much you came from me overstimulating you."

Your gaze traveled to his inflamed tip, and his followed. He loved to watch you pumping his length, the way your fingers would caress every vein and how your hand and his staff were already covered in his pearly-white liquid. He could feel the pressure building in his stomach, approaching his third climax as you methodically swiveled your wrist, creating a lovely feeling for him.

"Mommy. I'm close. You treat my cock so good," he whimpered, his pretty blue eyes rolling back into his head as you tugged on his hair, intensifying the sensation. "Such a sweet boy. Cum for mommy," you ordered him, speaking softly but sternly as your lips brushed against his earlobe.

You felt all his muscles tighten. He emitted a slew of guttural moans as you milked him dry, his dick twitching uncontrollably against your palm as cum shot out of him like lava from a volcano. "Oh, that's it. Good boy," you praised him. You watched his chest rise and fall as he attempted to regulate his breath and recover from your intense treatment.

Matt was completely spent, exhausted and overwhelmed by your touch. "I can't take any more, mommy. It hurts," he whined, writhing beneath you. "Want me to kiss it better?" You sweetly asked, a devious smile forming on your face.

"No. No more," he giggled, swatting your hand away. You listened, ruffling his hair and kissing him on the cheek, as you retreated from pumping his messy cock. "You did so good for me, Matthew."

[milkzoro]

humping turned to fucking. who woulda guessed.

t. Law

- clit overstim* creampie* consensual*

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he was in the perfect position; beneath you on the living room couch, and in between your thighs. you arched your back and grinded up and down, losing yourself in the feeling of almost catching your release against his clothed cock.

soft whimpers left your lips, taking your time with all of your rhythms and motions as you rode him.

he pulled you against him eagerly, probably leaving more than a few fingerprint-sized bruises across your skin. law cared nonetheless, just as long as he could get you close.

his hips tried to fuck into you, but the fabrics containing him prevented it. you could feel him grow restless and become annoyed at the fact that you were moving a little too slow for his liking.

“please— can i fuck you?” he blurted out. the long fingers you knew all too well tugged on your panties as their owner waited for you to answer. “i’m gunna cum if you don’t stop.”

his pleas were cute.

“wanna fuck you so bad, y/n.”

“can i?” …

his eyes turned dark as soon as you allowed him to have more. you slipped off your panties and so desperately needed him to stretch you out. the cold slick of his precum met with your warmth sending shivers across your skin.

he was buried inside you. gifting you lots of deep strokes with his forehead pressed against yours, panting pretty little things like,

… ‘you’re mine.’ … ‘fuck.’ … ‘all mine.’ …

repeatedly.

in the midst of it all, you took his hand in a soft grip and guided them around the tight seal of his cock stretching you out. your fingers remained on top of his, dragging them around slightly to collect the mix of your juices.

curiosity struck his face as he slowed down his rhythms a little, but your pretty expressions made him realize what he was lacking.

you led his fingers to where you needed them the most and your breath shuddered, “i wanna feel it here, law.” your fingers lifted off his, leaving them delicately around your aching little bud.

he mimicked your actions, still hitting you deep but now with the added stimulation to you clit. you couldn’t help but expose yourself more for him.

“law! r-right there…”

you lifted your hips up slightly off the couch for a better angle and immediately you were getting washed with your orgasm. “i’m gonna cum!!! c-CUMMING!!♡”

“shit. me too baby. gimme one more, okay?” he quickly cut you off, groaning and whining feeling the insides of your cunt. his fingers wouldn’t leave your clit as he continued to fuck you into the cushions.

“lawwww-” you cried, feeling too blissed out from all the excess attention he was giving your pussy. a second wave of pleasure was quickly building inside of you. the once cold room was now hot, sticky, and littered with your filthy sounds.

“god, you’ve got such a perfect pussy baby. i’m gonna fill you, okay? cum for me y/n, again.” he demanded.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your legs trembled under him, but only a small nod and incoherent nonsense was all that you could give to let him know you would do as he said.

“that’s it, fuckkkkk fuck…..”

as you let go, you kept him has close as you could. immersing yourself in his strong grip and musky sent. simultaneously, you felt his cock spurt inside of you, flooding you with warm sperm.

a kiss to your cheek and forehead came quickly after. followed by an, “i love you.” and many cuddles back on the couch.

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*lowkey unfinished but hey i made it to wano 🙏🏻

[slut4thebroken]

Favorite Toy

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x dom!reader

Summary | Jon just can’t control himself when it comes to you, but you always make sure he cleans up after himself when you’re finished.

Warnings | 18+, smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, objectification, cream pie, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, come eating, he’s a whore but he’s our whore, dom!reader is so mean and we love it, fluff, aftercare, sub space, a lil bit of soft dom!reader at the end

Words | 2.8 k

Notes | I don’t remember what I saw that inspired me to write this but… god bless whatever that was 🙏🏻 I might edit this again later lol

Ao3 link | <3

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“Oh god- please.” He moaned into the kiss, grabbing your hips tightly. You continued grinding on him and pulling his hair, not responding to his plea yet. “Please… fuck.” 

Mostly for your own sake rather than his, you relented. You removed his clothes and your own quickly, then placed your hands on his chest as you kneeled over his hips. He let out a choked moan when you sunk down on his cock and you bit your lip to keep your sounds to a minimum. You stared down at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and red lips that were wet from the kiss. 

“That feel good?” 

“Yes— oh god, yes. Please,” He said through a breath, whimpering and trying to grind his hips up into you. 

You lifted your hips slowly, then lowered them just as slow. After only two more thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut and he threw his head back with a low moan, making you freeze. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and the heat of his come against your walls. 

“Hnngh- no.. no, please.” He whimpered, trying to get the stimulation back. 

“Did you just fucking come?” You asked, almost in disbelief, once his body sagged into the bed and he started panting as he calmed down. 

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I— Normally I can last longer.” He defended, cheeks burning even redder now. “I- I can eat you out? To make you come. Please?” You let out a loud laugh, making his brows furrow. 

“Oh, angel… you don’t think we’re done do you?”  

“W-” Before he could even get the word out, you were continuing, fucking yourself on his length, making him choke out moans and whimpers. “Fuck— fuck, wait… Please,”

“Save it. If you didn’t want to be overstimulated, you shouldn’t have come only a few seconds after getting this pathetic fucking dick in my cunt.” You spat, making him groan. “I don’t care if it’s too much. I’m going to fuck myself with my dildo until I come and you’re going to thank me for using you instead of my other toys.” 

“Fuck,” He gasped out, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but not controlling your movements. “Oh god— thank you.” He whimpered, face scrunched up in painful pleasure. 

“I’m not convinced. Should I go get another toy?” 

“No! No- I’m sorry. Thank you— Thank you for using me.” He cried, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes. 

“That’s more like it.” You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his swollen lips, then suddenly jerked your hand back and smacked him across the face. His head turned from the impact as a loud moan escaped his lips. 

“I can’t believe you fuck like a goddamn virgin.” You spat, wrapping your hand around his neck and squeezing. “Is my pussy too much for you, baby? Can you not take it?” You cooed mockingly, making him whine. 

“N-no I… I can take it. Please, I can take it, I promise.” He whimpered, eyes welling with tears of desperation and overstimulation. 

“Hm… I guess we’ll see then, won’t we?” Your hips started more of a rocking motion as you leaned back up, releasing his neck to steady yourself with a hand on the headboard. “Well don’t just lay there like a fucking pillow princess. Rub my clit, play with my nipples, do something.” 

“Sorry— I’m sorry.” He decided to do both, one hand reaching down to rub firm circles over your clit and the other rolling your nipple between his fingers. When that wasn’t enough he snaked his hand around to your back and pulled you down, his head meeting halfway so he could suck your nipple into his mouth. 

“Good boy.” He whimpered against you, then kissed his way to the other one to give it the same treatment. “This is why you’re my favorite toy, baby. You do exactly what your purpose is— make me feel good. Sure you can get a little eager and come embarrassingly fast but the pros definitely outweigh the cons.” He whined at the subtle degradation, but you could feel his cock twitch against your walls. 

“Don’t tell me you’re about to come again?” You scoffed in mock disbelief, making him lean up even more so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck and trail kisses across it. “Awe, honey… Are you getting a little shy?” You cooed, running your fingers through his hair. “Don’t be. I think it’s cute— reminds me of how desperate I can make you.” You chuckled, making him whine. 

“Go ahead then. Make another fucking mess— but just know, you will be cleaning it up later.” He let out a strangled whimper as his whole body stiffened, then started twitching and spasming. “There you go, just get it all out, darling.” You cradled his head and slowed your hips to a stop when his orgasm finally faded. “You make the cutest little whimpers when you come.” His cock twitched inside you again, making him release a pained whine. 

“But let’s see now… That was two orgasms for you, and how many for me again? Oh that’s right. Zero. All because you’re a greedy little slut who can't wait longer than a few minutes before coming.” You spat, roughly pulling on his hair to move him away from your body so you could see him. “Fucking pathetic. First I have to do all the work, then you can’t even make me come.” 

“No- no… ‘m sorry.” He mumbled. Of course he’s already worn out before you’ve even started. 

“God— look at you.” You took his cheeks in one hand and turned his face side to side, examining him. “So fucked out already. You getting tired, baby?” 

“No… ‘m awake.” 

“If you’re not, you will be soon.” You started riding him again, chasing your own orgasm now. You threw your head back with a low groan, listening to his pained moans and whimpers. “I can’t believe a cock this good is attached to a pathetic little boy who can’t control himself. It’s a shame really.” He let out a choked sob and despite the fact that he was all but begging you to stop, he still continued rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. 

“But it’s okay. I know how to handle bitches like you; just ignore them. Let them whine and beg and tire themselves out until you have a pliant, fucked out toy. I can tell you’re almost there, baby. Just let go.” He whined and squirmed, tears of humiliation and overstimulation brimming in his eyes, making the pale blue all the more beautiful. “I know all you want is to be my good boy, so just let go.” You whispered, gaze trailing all over his face, from his flushed cheeks to his red, swollen lips. “You can do it, angel. I’m right here— I got you. Just let go for me.” He let out one last pathetic whimper as a tear rolled down his temple into his hair. His bottom lip was trembling now and you leaned down to give him a soft kiss. 

“There you go. I’m so proud of you, honey. Just let me make us both feel good, yeah?” He bit his lip and nodded slowly, making the corners of your lips turn up. 

“Think you can come one more time?” He whimpered and averted his gaze, and for a second you almost thought he was about to say no or the safe word. 

“Yes.” He whispered instead, making your heart flutter. 

“Good boy. You’re so good for me.” You cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek bone. “I know you can’t help it, baby. It makes me feel so good though, knowing how much you like it.” 

“‘m sorry.” He whimpered. 

“I know, angel. It’s okay. Make me come and I’ll forgive you, okay?” He nodded and you gave him a warm smile in return. Your breath caught in your throat and your hips stuttered when he rubbed your clit faster and harder. “That’s it.” You said through a breath. “Just like that.” 

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, so you forced yourself to continue even though your legs were starting to burn. When his pained moans turned into desperate whimpers, you knew he was close too. Trailing a hand down his chest, you brushed your fingers over his nipple, then pinched lightly, making his back arch into your touch as he let out a choked moan. 

“Oh god—“ He whined, more tears falling. “Fuck, I- I’m close…” He whispered. 

“Yeah? Keep it up, angel— doing so good for me, I’m almost there.” 

“God- it hurts.” He whimpered, body conflicted on whether it wanted more or less of the stimulation. You released his nipple and slowed into a rocking motion, making him whine. 

“What’s your color?” You asked softly, just wanting to be sure. His brows furrowed as his hips squirmed under yours. 

“Green…” He muttered, cheeks flushing. You brushed his hair out of his face a little more and he closed his eyes at the gentle touch. 

“Tell me the second it changes, okay?” 

“I will.” You could tell he was getting needy again after being so close to another orgasm. You suddenly picked up the pace and started bouncing up and down, making him throw his head back with a strangled moan. When you rested your hands on his chest for extra support, his free hand shot up to hold your arm, so you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers before pinning it to the bed. 

“Please.. Want you to come.” He whined, rubbing your clit impossibly faster. 

“I will, baby. Almost there.” You said through a breath. He stared up at you with half lidded, glossy eyes, his lips parted in a silent moan as his chest heaved. “You look so perfect like this.” You whispered, making his already flushed cheeks turn even redder. “My pretty boy.” He whined and gripped your hand tighter in response. 

If the feeling of hot come hitting your walls wasn’t enough of an indication, his eyes squeezing shut and the long, strangled whine he let out made it obvious. His fingers on your clit faltered, but quickly picked up again once his orgasm started to fade. 

While part of you wanted to edge yourself and keep torturing him, you couldn’t hold back at the sound of his pained whimpers, so you let yourself fall over the edge. It was hard to keep up the movement of your hips through your orgasm, but he maintained steady pressure on your clit, letting you ride it out. 

“Fuck, good boy.” You groaned, dragging your nails down his chest as your other hand tightened around his. His breath hitched at the sting, but you could feel his cock twitch nonetheless. You panted as you calmed down, needing to bat his hand away from your clit once you got too sensitive. 

“Ready to clean up your mess?” You asked, still breathless. He nodded, staring up at you with wide eyes, wincing when you lifted yourself off his softening cock. You moved quickly, shuffling up his body until your legs were on either side of his head. “Every drop, okay?” He nodded again, then eagerly wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down onto his face. He focused mostly on your hole, licking up your shared arousal and fucking his tongue inside you. When you pulled back, he whined and looked up at you, wondering why you made him stop. You reached down and scooped up some of his come, then sucked it off your finger, making his lips part as his eyes widened. 

“Tastes good. Want some?” You asked, even though he was already tasting it. He nodded dumbly and you scooped up some more then put it in your mouth and grabbed his cheeks to keep his mouth open as you leaned over him. He let out a choked moan when you spit his come into his mouth and you could practically feel how warm his cheeks were getting under your hand. 

“Swallow.” He whined and averted his gaze, but did what you said. “Good boy.” You lightly hit his cheek then got back into position over his face. He picked up where he left off eagerly and you placed a hand in his hair to hold him against you. Your legs were starting to shake and you desperately needed to stretch your knees, but you didn’t want to stop— not yet. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He moaned in agreement, making your hips buck against his face. “Yeah I bet you are. Fucking filthy— lapping up your own come from my pussy like a fucking dog.” He whined and looked up at you with furrowed brows, his eyes becoming glossy with tears. “Isn’t that right, puppy?” The new pet name had him working even more enthusiastically, sucking and licking the come out of you and occasionally giving your clit some attention. 

Originally you weren’t planning on coming again, you were just going to have him clean up his mess and that was it. But you forgot how talented he is with his mouth… 

“You want me to come on your face?” He released a muffled “yes!” against you, not bothering to pull away just to speak. You suddenly lifted yourself off of him and laid down to give your legs a break, making him look at you like a kicked puppy. “Get to it then.” You said, gesturing to your lower half. He quickly got up and settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you as he continued. You sighed and reached down to pet his hair, not yet grabbing it, much to his dismay. You moaned lowly and his eyes snapped up to your face. 

“At least you don’t eat pussy like a virgin.” You smirked, watching him avert his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey, it was a compliment.” It wasn’t really a compliment though, which he seemed to pick up on. 

The sound of him slurping up your shared arousal was loud compared to your stifled moans and you let your eyes fall shut as you focused on your impending orgasm. When he started whimpering and whining though, you opened your eyes again, finding his hips grinding against the bed. 

“Greedy fucking slut. Trying to come again?” He whined and looked up at you with furrowed brows. You could tell he was trying to stop the movement of his hips. “If you like the taste of your own come this much, maybe I shouldn’t let you come inside me anymore. Maybe I’ll just have you come in a cup so you can drink it instead.” He released a muffled whine as a protest. 

“How about this, you make me come in the next 30 seconds, and I’ll let you keep coming inside. Sound fair?” He nodded enthusiastically, making you smirk. “Alright. Clock starts now.” The only reason you gave him this challenge was because you’re already close. You like having him come inside just as much as he does and you’re too hedonistic to deny yourself that pleasure.

He ate you out desperately, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and you didn’t even bother with counting because you knew you were only seconds away from your orgasm. Tightening your grip on his hair, you pushed him into your cunt, making him whimper. Finally you fell over the edge, letting out a low moan and grinding on his face as you held him close enough to suffocate him. But he didn’t even attempt to protest, not when you were literally coming on his face. Once your orgasm finally started to fade, you pulled him away, making him whine. 

“C’mere, pretty boy.” You said softly. He crawled up the bed and laid by your side even though most of his body was on yours anyway. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his face before letting him lay on your chest. “Such a good boy. Made me feel so good.” You cooed and he snuggled into your chest even more as he hugged your torso. You ran your fingers through his hair and he let out a satisfied hum. 

“How are you feeling, honey?”  

“Good. Deep.” He mumbled. The first time he said that, you didn’t realize that he meant deep into sub space and he had a hard time getting the words out to explain. But now you know that it’s as close as he can get to giving you a heads up about the way he’s feeling. 

“Tired?” He hummed in agreement. “Me too.” The exhaustion hit you full force once your orgasm finished and you were just laying down.

“I love you.” He mumbled sleepily, making the corners of your lips turn up as your heart fluttered. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head before responding. 

“I love you too, angel.” 

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[monkiesimp]

Hi! Are requests still open? If so what do u think about a head-canon about Wukong and Macaque reactions to their ears and tails being touched by their fem s/o? Please? 🙏🏻

Sorry for the wait

MACAQUE:

• Usually when you would try to touch his tail, Macaque would always just sway it out of your reach.

• You don't try much after that, you can tell it's sensitive.

• So you really gave up on touching his tail after that, but, while he was sleeping you got a bit curious...

• What if you touched his ears instead?

• His name was Six Eared Macaque, but did he really have six ears? He really didn't seem like he had any.

• Either way, you start caressing his ears and just petting them, Macaque shifts in his sleep and grumbles for a moment, then the most unexpected thing happens.

• He purrs.

• HE CAN PURR!?

• You were completely baffled, you never knew he could purr. Why would he hide it? It's adorable... He hides too many things about himself.

• You continue caressing and petting his ears, his purrs would continue and Macaque would release a long sigh, letting out a grunt.

• Then... He woke up. Oh. You were fucked...

• You tried your best to explain yourself, stumbling over your words, but your words caught in your throat when Macaque grabbed your hand and placed it back to his ears, leaning closer to you.

• This surprised you even more, Macaque averted his gaze and he seemed a bit embarrassed. He wanted you to touch his ears?

• Well, you did. You brought both of your hands back to his ears, rubbing them. Macaque released another purr, leaning into your touch until he faded off to sleep again.

• After that, he'd always let you touch his ears if you wanted to when you two were alone, hanging out. He would even unglamour his ears, it appears he did in fact have six ears. And he seemed to enjoy the patting more when the ears were unglamoured.

• He'd sometimes give you empty threaths like, "If you tell anyone about this you'll be in serious trouble", clearly he trusted you wouldn't tell anyone about this but if you did, his empty threaths might not be so empty anymore.

• Trying to get him to unglamour his ears and let you pet it was hard at first, because, for one, he's been hurt before by someone he trusted dearly so you weren't off the hook either. He was a little afraid of letting his guard down, and you could tell by the way his body tensed when you touched him.

• But after a while, he grew more comfortable and started genuinely enjoying all the physical touch he could recieve.

SUN WUKONG:

• You two were cuddling after training because you swear to Buddha, this idiot can't go a day without hugging you.

• You were on his cloud and began to think, you mostly patted him everywhere, his head, chin, neck, shoulder, but there was one place you were curious about as to how'd he react.

• And that was definitely his tail.

• You placed your hand at his tail, trailing your finger from the base to the very tip of it which surprised Wukong, sending a shudder down his spine.

• But he didn't seem to mind too much, he put his tail on your lap to play with.

• Even if his tail was slick and thin, it was still very nice and fluffy, very cute too.

• His head would be buried in your shoulder, he would sometimes accidentally wag his tail while you petted it, he had to keep it still for you.

• He definitely enjoyed tail patting a lot.

• His tail doesn't really drive a reaction out of him much, it's the same like petting his head or caressing his cheek.

• Unless you hit a sensitive places on his tail which he seemed to have, those would make him shudder and melt, possibly drive more reactions out of him but you avoided those places.

• He wouldn't have much of a reaction on you caressing his tail and if you wanted to do it in the future, sure, he'd let you.

• You're definitely going to catch him off guard in training by hitting a sensitive spot in his tail to win though, it would be funny, and who said you'd play by the rules? He never followed the rules either.

[d0g-water]

Hello, today is my birthday, could you write something like Alex fucks me also as a gift please 🙏🏻 plis plis plis

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! don't worry i will :3 it's one a.m. i'm super sleepy...

you wake up with a wide-awake alex next to you. he's way more excited than you are for today..

he smells amazing, and you can smell his minty breath when he asks you if you know what day it is.

"yes, alex, i—"

he cuts you off, his body shifting on top of you, "and you know what that means, right?"

you don't know what to answer. you don't know what he's going to do. he's so unpredictable at the moment.

"your first happy birthday is from me."

what does he mean by that???

his grip on your hips would've made you bleed if he didn't trim his nails. his violent thrusts have no reason to feel so amazing, you weren't even ready for this sex.

you moan out as he thrusts so quick, hearing his breathy moans and groans right in front of you. your cunt squeezes around his throbbing cock, penetrating your spot over and over—your wrists get pinned atop of your head, your pretty tits bouncing in his sight, his voice holding back soft cries.

you were the one getting fucked, but he's acting as if he was. it's not that you minded anyway, his voice was ten times better than yours.

"ffuckkk! oh my god —" he mewls out your name, your slick cunt making the most loudest noises to make him harder— and it does.

"h-happy birthday—! shiit—" he moans out pathetically, "i love you so much, baby."

you couldn't respond, it was too good and his moans are so perfect. you can't ruin it.

"love you so much— fuck! don't know what i'd do without you, mi amor— god.." he continues, pushing in deeper and pulling out farther, the sensation is heavenly. on your birthday too, he spoils you so much. he's the best boyfriend you've ever had.

you can't help but cry out "ahh, alex! — i love you, too.." you tighten around him even more, sounds getting louder and louder by the second, "i'm gonna cum— please, alex — cum inside me..! please!!"

he groans, wanting to cry, and you can see the beads forming in his eyes. he's so cute, he's probably overstimulated.

"baby— 'm cumming, fuck!" alex releases into your cunt, feeling you cum almost at the same time. you tighten up before loosening again when you cum, it teases alex in a way.

the two of you heavily pant, filling up the room with them. he pulls out, sniffling.

did he actually cry? from how good your pussy is?

he calls your name, "i know it's your birthday… but again, please?"

[mangjeol-jiah]

Killer's Fake Dating Scenario x reader

Killer's included: Frank and Jiwoon(pretend he knows English 🙏🏻)

TW: nothing much, just them being their usual self(if a bit ooc), mentions of threats, cursing, David being a creep :b

Requests are open!

My first time writing these types of fanfics, split into few characters.!

The Scenario

You were yet another survivor in this forsaken realm. Though recently David has been pestering you non stop. Asking about very personal information and even being touchy with you. Of course you rejected his advances yet he wouldn't stop. You tried everything, even going to others who dismissed it as a lie. They haven't seen it happen and David wasn't acting out or anything. So it must be in your head or you misunderstood him.

Seeing as your fellow survivors weren't of any help you decided to march over to the killer camp. It was dangerous yes but it was worth a shot. You knew David was following you, if another pair of footsteps was anything to go off of. He was getting closer and you were also getting closer to the killer camp. At some point you started running, while looking behind you, you didn't see someone in front of you, causing you to bump into them.

"Sorry!" you quickly apologized as you balanced yourself out. Looking up your eyes widened when you saw Frank. Your eyes then lit up and you quickly brought your hands together. "Ah....! Can you please act as my boyfriend! David won't leave me alone and I'm paranoid beyond everything.. Just this once? Please-" you didn't have time to finish when a familiar voice came from behind you. "Y/N.. There you are, you should get away from the killer... They're the bad news even outside the trials.." David warned with a soft tone. His eyes betraying his words. You yelped when your wrist was grabbed tightly and when you were pulled bank and behind Frank. He let go of your wrist and looked at David through his mask. You could hear his heavy breathing yet you didn't move from the spot you were put it. "You heard little Y/N, get out of my sight before I bend the entity to my will and stab you however many times I want." Frank warned in a low voice. To which David actually took a step back, the usual cocky man was now backing up. He never like Frank, or any members of the legion." Mess with my girlfriend again, I dare you. " was franks last warning before David's fled the scene. You were quiet and when he turned around you thanked him quickly. Promising you wouldn't bother him again. You started walking past him but you were quickly pushed up against the tree. His palm resting near your face on the tree trunk. He wasn't saying anything and neither were you. "Be careful. You know where to find me, I don't mind playing into this.... Scenario of yours." He said and left you there. You collapsed on the ground before sighing softly. WHT have you gotten yourself into?

You groaned as you fell to the ground. You bumped into them hard. Looking up and seeing the trickster you quickly got up and bowed down. "Apologies please don't kill me!" you said quickly. Half of your body is bent as a sign of respect. Or so thats what you knew of what happened in Korean manners. You stayed like that until he spoke. With a click of his tongue, he raised your head with the tip of his bat. Examining your face with a curious expression. As if you were a specimen worth examining. You gasped when he nicked your cheek. Seemingly then he was pleased and released you. You stumbled backward a little bit. "Y/N!" at the sound of your name being called you quickly stepped closer to the trickster. "Ah, could you help me out? David has been bothering me and he can't take a no for an answer. I told him one of the killers was my boyfriend to get him off, but he wouldn't believe me. It's a lie, but could you help me out?" just as you finished speaking, a moment later, David revealed himself. "There you are," David said yet he didn't have time to speak when Jiwoon grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. Holding your arm above you with his own. Making you almost stand on your tippy toes. Lowering his head towards your face you closed your eyes tightly. Feeling pressure on the corner of your lips. You couldn't open your eyes; you were blushing hard and didn't want to look in the disappointed eyes of the killer. JI-woon's yellow eyes glared at David. A silent warning to stay away. He didn't directly kiss you, just on the corner of your lips to still be believable. David went away quietly, grumbling to himself. You didn't move at all and Ji-woon waited until David was out of Sight before releasing you. You stumbled backward again and covered your cheeks with your hands. Looking up at Ji-woon you saw his signature smile. He just stared at you and you felt pressured. "I-, thank you! I have to go back now!" You said and quickly scurried away. The way he stared at you made you dizzy. Not saying anything.

[afza147]

2024 December My Kdrama Watchlist

1.When the Phone Rings Ep5

So obsessed with this drama from the start

Waiting for next ep is so stressful as I also read the novel version for some spoiler ended up with wildest imaginative on upcoming episode.

Hopefully first kiss is next week as this drama have not many episode.🙏🏻

2.Marry You Ep5

Actually this was a casual watching but end up being good drama

Simple and sweet

3.Love your Enemy ep4

Oh..I was skeptical at first but this drama wins my heart

Can't wait for them to be in love again and clear the misunderstanding

Dropped two drama coz not my cup of tea

The trunk and family plan

I was anticipating the trunk but end up disappointing ..will wait for squid game

One upcoming (4/12/2024)

The lights shop

Four episode release at once

Can't wait..hopefully great

Squid game season 2( 26/12/24)

Please be good 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Done

Happy ending for all my ongoing kdrama

I can feel it

P/s will be doing my kdrama Watchlist award so do anticipating if u want to know the winner😅🤣

[silversainz]

10 and 22 with Pierre 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Prompts requested / 10. “Spread your legs wider.” 22. “Show me how much you need me.”

Warnings kinda dom!pierre, jealousy sex, mentions of an threesome, choking, slight corruption, oral (f!m & male receiving) 0/100 quickly.

If looks could kill pierre would have certainly killed yuki with his dark gaze that lingered on you and yuki. He watched as yuki showed you around the garage, arms locked together liked you belonged to him. But he ignored that, knowing you were just a friendly girl and got along well with everyone.

But yuki, that was a different story, he loved to act all kindly and sweet with you but behind your back he shot pierre looks with a known smirk on his face, making him roll his eyes clenching his jaw tightly.

“And this is, of course sir-gasly’s awful car” yuki joked as he walked up towards Pierre’s car, you right by his side.

“Be nice” you said looking over at Pierre, eyebrows raised as he kept quiet and instead looked at where you and yuki kept your arms locked. You awkwardly coughed dropping your arms walking over to Pierre. “You okay” you asked, he hummed hand grabbing yours.

“Perfectly fine” he spoke through gritted teeth, his sharp eyes not leaving yuki’s, “so yuki, have fun?” He asked voice deep.

Yuki shrugged a smirk still tugging at his lips, “should ask y/n, good luck on practice today” he gave you a wink before walking away.

As he became invisible to yours and Pierre’s eye-sight Pierre turned to look down at you, “did you two have fun” he asked again, voice way deeper than before sending a shiver down your spine.

“Had fun” you spoke weakly his tall frame hovering over you scaring you a bit, “showed me around, and-

He cut you off by brutally grabbing your hand, leading you towards his motorhome. As you both walked through the door he had you up against the wall, hand around your throat. “Had fun, huh” he leaned down towards your neck placing soft kisses up to your jaw, stopping right at your lips. ‘So much fun, you forgot that your boyfriend was standing right there the whole time watching you both”

He tightened his grip, before releasing. “Am sorry” you gasped feeling him tug up your dress his hand laying flat against your white-laced covered pussy, rubbing you through your panties.

“Sorry, really” he pushed your panties to the side his index finger slipping in and out of your wet hole. “Didn’t look so sorry, seeing as you both looked pretty happy together” he lowered himself down to his knees, “go on, spread your legs wider for me” you threw your leg over his shoulder. Breath getting caught in your throat as you felt him tear off your panties throwing them somewhere in the room.

“Look at you, so wet for me - or was it because of him” you clutched around his finger, face burning in embarrassment at his cruel words, “oh look at you” he pushed two fingers in, a sigh of relief falling from your lips.

“Such a little whore” you tugged at his hair feeling him speed up his pace, “always loving the attention he gives you, tell me” his fingertips dogged into your thigh making you look down at him, “you want me to go get him, have him fuck you while i watch” you moaned, head feeling dizzy with all the words he was actually saying.

“Fuck no, please don’t stop”

He chuckled, “right that’s right, because you’re mine and only mine” you nodded, choked moans escaping your lips as you felt him suck on your clit.

“Fuck Pierre, feels so good” and as soon as the pleasure started, Pierre suddenly stopped making you whine, your pussy practically clutching around nothing. “Why’d you stop” he chuckled, pulling you in for messy kiss.

“What you to show me how much you need me, on your knees love” you sank down onto your knees. he pulled down his fireproof, your mouth watered at the sight of his cock hitting his abdomen, “gonna fuck your mouth until every little thought of yuki is gone” you nodded, way too lost to even understand what he was saying.

[fanaticsnail]

Hello Snail! I adore your Writing so much and inhope you Take time to refill your cup 🥺 and i am very Happy that you have opened comissions, you deserve that your writing is amazing, don't get me wrong. 🙏🏻

I am a little confused about your requests tho. Because sometimes someone just asks you with vague Idea or a scenario and you write a full fic about it...does that count as a requests too? Or when someone asks for another character for a series Like "dreaming of you" for example. Can we No longer do that? Would that be disrespectful now?

And what about the requests you have accumulated at this point, like the "Kissing booth" series for exammple? Will that nonlonger be continued? 🥺

I Just wanna know how to interact with you from now on in regards to these Things

Hi Anon! Thank you for your beautiful ask, and I appreciate you so much for wanting further clarification on my commissions. I found as I was writing my response, that I waffled and went on for far too long in phrasing all of it.

To make a long story short, absolutely go on as we always have together here:

When my requests are open, send me requests of scenarios you'd love to see come to light.

When I'm completing a broad series, absolutely send in your preferences on which way you'd love to see me leading it.

That's how it's always been, and as it always should be here. I have a very deep love for this community, and I adore the interaction we all have together. Nothing has changed in that regard.

For commissions: it's specifically for that person, not for here unless they would like it displayed on my blog. Attached via email, docs, or discord: my words curated for the person purchasing it - and only them.

Again, nothing has changed. Content will be produced as it has been, and will continue to do so for free, as it always was. I don't see myself stopping any time soon with my words, and I hope you stay along for the ride.

There is more I feel I have to say, and it's listed below the cut just in case. Again, I love you all here, and nothing has changed.

Firstly: allow me to specify, and thank you so much for your ask, my absolute darling. My answer is lengthy, but please bear with me.

Requests are currently closed: I have a few in my arsenal that I am still plowing through at the pace that I can when the words come to me. The Kissing Booth is closed, and there are a few in my inbox that I am going to complete when the scene arrives in my mind. I also have chaptered series that I'll be running alongside these, and I can't wait to release them.

If there's a series that you would like to see for a character that I've not yet written for (pollen, dreaming of you, dance series, Hey Doc scenario) always, always submit an idea. I love hearing your thoughts and letting the words take me on a ride with them. I write for me, and those interactions mean the absolute world to me.

I had my requests open for a while to allow my creativity to fly, and promptly close them after receiving a fair few prompts. Again, the kissing booth is closed, and I have so many beautiful characters I can't wait to write kisses for (Tashigi, Nami, Robin my beloveds). There was an issue with my asks glitching for a while, but I have managed to save all those I received in a doc to not lose them this time around.

I feel like I should clarify a little bit regarding commissions, and I really should've added it to the sheet when I made it. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to talk more about this, I really appreciate it.

With limited slots available at a time, commissions will be happening. What that means is I will do my best to meet the criteria of a specific scenario: original character x Canon, or canon x reader or otherwise - exclusively for the person that requests it within the parameters specified.

It's more personalised and more controlled by the person requesting, rather than giving me an idea and watching me sprint beyond the horizon. It's also more intimate: gifted directly to the person asking for a slot, as opposed to sharing to those within this beautiful community that I love so much here. It will be unpublished here or AO3, unless the person commissioning would like to see it showcased on my blog.

Again, I will also be writing for the community here with the content that I always have been. There are so many unfinished works that I would love to wrap up with a big bow before the year has finished.

I'll add again: I will still be making content for free here with my own thoughts and completing prior requests, and I have no intention of stopping any time soon.

To sum up:

If you like my writing, and would like to see specifically curated material personally for you and your own use, I have a few slots available to deliver that material for those who request it. If you've read my material and want to see what it would look like with a specific character, an original character, or 'x reader' in your Gmail, docs, or Discord, this is an opportunity to see it come to fruition.

The words I produce for my commissions are for the person purchasing it, and if they'd like me to share it here, I would absolutely do so.

Again: I will still be writing my usual content here alongside commissions.

To use a specific example of my own preference:

I love Heat (Kid Pirate) as a character, and would love to see more Heat content put out there.

If I've found a person who writes for Heat, and I love the way they write him in all the fics they've described him in, and I would love to see them write for a specific reader exclusively for me (afab, amab, original character with their name intact, or otherwise specified). If they had an option to do this, I would absolutely want it from them because I love their content so much.

Similarly to an artist producing visual media, and using the above as the same example:

"But Snail... Why are you opening commissions now when you've always written for free?"

I would interact similarly to this:

"This artist is amazing, and the way they draw Heat is awesome and exactly how I picture him. I'd love to see him in a pose of my own choosing as opposed to how they normally draw him: breathing fire, with a man, with a woman, with a mink-kind, with a fishfolk, without Wire, in a Heart Pirate Boiler Suit - I just think he's neat, and I would love an art piece specifically for me that nobody else has access to but me and the person who created it."

Anon, I'm not having a go at you and I love you for wanting to clarify this with me. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to give an explanation. I appreciate you all the more for it.

I am opening commissions for the same reason I want to commission other artists and writers: I would like to purchase their creativity and enjoy it myself.

If I was to use the earlier example in this response regarding Heat, I would love to see more 'Heat x Tobiuo' content. Tobiuo is my original character, and Heat is her person. Them together is my favourite, and I would love to see another artist's visual media, or written content with their take on them. I am happy to read Heat x reader, or other Heat x OC writing - but I would really like to see my own original character - that's what commissions are for.

Tldr: commissions are curated specifically for the person requesting them, a little creation for them and them alone unless otherwise specified to publish on Tumblr of AO3.

I will not be halting my original content, or abandoning any of my requests I accumulated before closing them. I plan to complete them as they were asked in a timely manner that suits me, alongside commissioned work given specifically to the person requesting it.

I'm still writing for free in a non-exclusive way: hearing asks, listening to words, and going wherever the wind takes me. Commissions are exclusively for the person requesting them, and a way for me to make money so I can pay for commissions of my own from other creators.

I will still be writing my usual content here, and please absolutely don't stop interacting as we always have been.

Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to ramble on about this, I really appreciate the time you've given me to express further clarity. If you've read this far, thank you for your time.

Regular content will be still running here, and I love all of our interactions we have in this space we've created together. Again, thank you anon. 🖤🐌

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Checkmate

Ship: Anxceit (Whumpee!Virgil, Whumper!Janus)

CW/TW: (be aware that what I am about to describe is not censored.) graphic themes and descriptions of violence, this includes: forcing someone to relapse with self injury, allusion to past self harm, cutting someone with a knife, mind games/emotional abuse, malnourishment/starvation, talk of weight in numbers, themes of suicide and suicidal ideation (this is pretty detailed, you have been warned.)

Summary: After Virgil joins the light sides, Janus slowly reaches a psychotic break due to abandonment and feelings of betrayal and takes it upon himself to take Virgil back to where he belongs, via kidnapping him and holding him in the dark side of the mind palaces basement, AKA the subconscious.

A/N: this is my first time writing Whump, so If anything feels rushed or misplaced please understand that I am a beginner to writing these kinds of things. I am personally not open to (constructive) criticism—I am really sensitive when it comes to things I’m passionate about 😭—so please, let me learn at my own pace if things do need to be changed around a bit, thank you!<3

(I’m editing this at 12:44 AM because I can’t sleep so, uh, surprise oneshot release I guess? Idk 😭🙏🏻)

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Janus’ eyes glimmered as he stared at the rusty chains that were around Virgil’s wrists, the ones keeping him shackled against the wall of the basement, leaving his arms raised up in the air and his legs crisscrossed beneath him. Virgil’s head had fallen against his chest in defeat after trying to scream into the dark abyss for help again, quickly realizing that his pleas wouldn’t be heard with the muffling of a rag in his mouth.

His lower jaw poked at his collarbones with horrendous uncomfortability from the consequences of malnourishment. He was already relatively small—around 115 pounds or so—and the past few days without food were weighing on him. His bones protruded like knives against his skin. You could see the outline of his collarbones to his shoulder blades through his torn up band tee. His bangs—or what was left of them—had fallen over his eyes, keeping him from seeing Janus whose gaze had shifted to Virgils face, eerily delighted.

Virgil thrashed his head around—though in reality more like hazily bobbed it in circles—trying his hardest to spit out the aforementioned rag that Janus had put there after his lazy attempt at being noticed by the others on the second day of his kidnapping. On the first, Janus had knocked him out hard enough to where he drifted in and out of consciousness, leaving Janus enough time to chain him up without a struggle. Despite the chains, he actually thought he could trust Virgil to not scream for help. He was wrong, hence, the rag.

It had now been five and a half days since his initial kidnapping, and the light sides seemed to have gone off of the deep end…almost. Patton had shut down, preventing himself from feeling any kind of emotion due to the fact that if he even shed one tear, it would lead to a messy and disgusting breakdown. Logan wouldn’t come out of his room for anything at all, as he was drowning himself in as much work as possible, writing and re-writing scripts even if he thought they were already pristine and perfect as was, he needed something to keep himself from flying off the hinges. And Roman was…quiet, withdrawn. He wasn’t his usual ego-centric self anymore, he was timid, almost like a ghost or a shell of who he once was. You could practically call him a people-pleaser. All of them had their own ways of grasping for the tiniest bit of control they had left, and it was shocking to see what came out of it.

But Virgil couldn’t comprehend any of this as Janus updated him on it day by day, Janus’ way of slowly ripping Virgils freshly acquired healthy emotional state apart by using his new “found family” as a means of revenge for the gaping would of abandonment Virgil had left him with. Hell, between Virgils drug induced haze and all the sheer sharp pain searing throughout his body, he could barely comprehend where he was. But one thing stopped him from forgetting his new surroundings completely, and that was Janus.

Janus leaned down and took Virgil’s face in his hands roughly, forcing Virgil to look him in the eyes. Virgil’s eyes were dim and worn out, as if he wasn’t all there, like he was somewhere else in his head. He looked so, so very tired. It was almost thrilling for Janus. Virgil had always been one to get lost in his head as a way of coping with things that were out of his control.

“I think,” Janus hissed, the sound full of no-longer suppressed anger and a slight tinge of fear over the fact that Virgil could have been found had he not noticed his pitiful cries when he did a few days ago, “we should play a game.”

The small lightbulb that hung from a loose wire (seemingly appearing from thin air, there was no way to tell where the lightbulbs origin came from) between them illuminated the human side of Janus’ face harshly, putting the crazed look in his eyes on display for only Virgil to see. It felt like Janus could see into his soul, read his thoughts, know every gritty detail of everything that he had ever done down to the way he breathed whilst doing it, just by staring at him.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed as Janus’ thumb ran over his busted lip. If it weren’t for the rag stuffed in his mouth to muffle his cries for help, he would have bit it clean off. Instead, he let the small amount of fury left in him ignite behind his eyes as he stared into Janus’, not moving any longer. He was confused and scared, and when those things were combined, it usually turned into anger. Rage, even. But It was as if the moment Janus touched him, he froze on impact.

“What do you think?” Janus prompted, hand still firmly on Virgil’s jaw. His voice may have been smooth, but his grasp stayed there to show control.

Janus smiled at the incoherent sounds coming from behind the bloodied rag. He laughed to himself, amused by the struggle. “Ah, I forgot about your little…predicament.” He ribbed, pulling out the soaking rag with ease.

Virgil inhaled harder than he’d ever before, taking in as much oxygen as possible. It had been days since that rag had been placed there; a precaution so that were the search for Thomas’ anxiety to continue and a meeting be pursued once more, they wouldn’t hear much from upstairs. Virgil winced a bit at the memory of Janus’ footsteps quickly echoing throughout the basement and walking up to him. (“tsk, I thought you would’ve been smart enough to know not to scream. Here, let me help you with that.” He had said, hastily shoving a clean rag forcefully into his mouth, rendering Virgil silent; mostly because of fear but also because of shock. He had absolutely no clue why Janus was doing any of this.) It also didn’t help that the dark mind palaces basement was usually hot and stuffy already, which made the struggle to breathe worse; especially if you had to rely on only breathing through your nose, which was broken, meaning the little oxygen he could muster wasn’t enough, leading him to pass out only a few minutes after regaining consciousness, over and over and over again over the past 84 hours.

“Let…go of…me.” Virgil demanded, panting. He struggled against his chains, trying to wriggle his way out of them. His wrists ached as they strained against the cuffs around them.

Janus grabbed Virgils arms firmly, chains rattling, rag dripping blood and saliva down Virgil’s right arm. “No need for that, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you again. Not yet.”

His lips curled upwards slightly at the fear that shocked through Virgil at such simple words. He watched as the hair on Virgil’s arms began to stick up, his arms covered in goosebumps. It was absolutely hilarious to Janus that Virgil had no clue what was coming at any given moment.

Virgil could put on a defiant act all he wanted, but his body would always show how he truly felt: Afraid, Horrified, Helpless.

It was a beautiful sight to see someone at the mercy of his actions considering he had always felt helpless against the others, it was nice to feel in control for once. …And also quite pathetic how hard Virgil tried to stop him from achieving that feeling of powerfulness.

“How about a game of chess?” Janus suggested, throwing the rag to the ground, sounding more demanding than anything else. His nails dug deep into Virgil’s wrists, letting him know that if he didn’t answer correctly, there would be consequences. Though, from all of the times he’d seen Virgils eyes light up from winning against Logan in a Chess match, he knew he would probably say yes anyway. Not that Virgil knew that he knew that.

That sparkle in his eyes. It was almost as if Virgil felt like he could finally do something right.

In Virgils drug addled mind, something…clicked. Chess? Since when did Janus know that he had gotten good at Chess? Unless he was…

his eyes almost brimmed with tears at the thought of such an invasive act,

Watching him.

Despite such a heart dropping realization, Virgil nodded, slowly. Even though it had only been a few days, he was numb to any minor pain Janus inflicted upon him anymore. If it wasn’t worth bleeding, it wasn’t worth focusing on, or atleast that’s the mindset he was set on adapting to get through this. Who knew how long Janus would keep him here? how long this would last? But the pressure against his wrists served as a warning, so he gave Janus the answer he wanted. Or so he thought.

The pressure increased as Janus dug his nails deeper, pricking the pale skin a bit. “You speak when you’re spoken to, Virgil.” he ordered, “Or do I need to remind you?” he asked, nodding towards the blood stained knife on the floor; A reminder of Virgils previous mistakes.

Virgil shook his head frantically, “No, no, you don’t” he begged, mouth still tasting of metal from where he was forced to lick up his own blood from the cuts up and down his arm. “A chess game sounds nice, really.”

Janus hummed, satisfied with Virgils response. “Perfect. Well then, I suppose I should explain the rules.” He dropped Virgil’s arms and let them fall into place with the chains, then summoned a chess set and sat it on the ground next to the knife, eyeing the way Virgil tried to breathe in a rhythmic pattern. He really didn’t think he was getting out of this. How glorious.

“If I win, we pick up where we left off last night,” Janus recited, hinting back to only ten hours ago when he was burying a knife deep into Virgils arm. “If you win, I may dress your wounds properly this time.” he watched Virgil as his eyes closed and snapped back open time and time again, barely taking in anything Janus was saying. He was sleep deprived, Janus was sure of it. He had already planned this out ahead of time, so the results were finally setting in. Janus had dissolved a few…”unknown sleeping pills” into Virgils drink the night before after Janus had his fun with the sharpest knife blade he could find, making sure Virgil was extremely drowsy and paranoid, but not too drowsy and paranoid, because otherwise, what’s the fun in that?

Oh, and the “sleeping pills” were actually Janus’ antipsychotics, but Virgil didn’t need to know that.

He kept Virgil awake for two and a half days straight, slicing open the old wounds on his arms. Turning the faded self inflicted cuts into newer, deeper, non-self inflicted ones. Sometimes he forced Virgil to do it himself as he watched, making him restart if there wasn’t enough blood for his liking. Virgil deserved this for leaving him, so the least he could do was cause a bloody mess.

Janus hoisted Virgil up and carefully unlocked the cuffs on his wrists with a small key from his pocket, holding him as his body gave out against Janus’.

Even through the fog of Virgils mental state, and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the exhaustion that crept up on him so suddenly over the past few days, he was cognizant enough to understand that not being able to stand up on his own two feet was humiliating. The weakness and feebleness of his body and state of mind were meant to make him feel humiliated. And unfortunately for him, it was working. Janus was succeeding.

Janus, using this as a moment to exert power over his captive, whispered in his ear. “Bring your all, Virgil.”

Virgil vaguely acknowledged the phrase as something Patton would say to him before every match. Eyes glistening, like a proud father-figure. (“You did great last time Virge! Logan was so mad that you won against him that when you left to go back to your room to listen to that PG-13 music, he used one of those slang words the kids use these days. I can’t remember exactly what it was...I think it started with a C? I don’t know, but I’m so proud of you!” Patton had said, so joyous and amazed. Virgil had given him a half-smile and shrugged it off as Patton just being Patton.)

Virgil almost started sobbing then and there; finally feeling a wave of emotion crash over him other than rage and terror for the first time in what felt like forever, but in actuality had only been a few days. A few tears slipped past him, leaving behind a trembling lip in their wake. He clung to Janus for some sort of sick comfort, Janus being the only thing he had right now, even if he was the one causing all of this.

Janus tensed and snickered, pulling away from Virgil and yanking him to the ground, looking down at him through fiery eyes. “Don’t be so emotional already, we’ve barely even started” he rubbed his arms with his hands as if Virgils mere touch had deemed his upper arms distasteful, “and don’t cling to me like that again, it’s disgusting.”

Virgil wiped at his tears obediently, trying to put on a blank face for his captor. He just wanted to go back home. To sit with Patton and Roman and make homemade hot chocolate while bickering over the appeal of the newest Disney shows. His chest hurt, likely from the drugs and blood loss, but also likely because of his longing for his actual family, not whatever this was. Whatever it used to be.

Janus sat down on the opposite side of the board, and slowly removed his gloves, placing them next to him on top of each other and started setting up the pieces.

“Let the game begin.” He stated after a few moments had passed and the board had been properly set up, prompting Virgil to move his first piece.

Virgil reached out reluctantly, placing one of the pieces further on the checkered board. Almost knocking it over as he pulled his hand away as fast as he could, not wanting to be close to Janus.

Janus smirked, noticing this, as he placed one of his pieces further on the board aswell. Deep down, he was hurt by Virgils need to stay as a far as possible, however. Not that it mattered, he could always punish Virgil for that little stunt of emotion later down the line.

This back and forth continued for at least twenty-five minutes, before Virgil could feel the walls closing in around him. He looked at the board in desperation, praying to God that maybe, just maybe if he stared long enough the pieces would maneuver themselves to where he could win.

It didn’t happen.

Janus had him stuck, unable to move without getting defeated. In this sick game, and in real life. It was as if Janus was making a mockery of his own doings.

Virgil moved the piece on the board with a shakey hand, trembling from the dread of what he knew was to come, and looked up at Janus; fear evident in his eyes.

Janus took a breath and moved his piece in front of Virgils quickly, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“Checkmate, Virge.”

Virgil stared at the board, filled with shame and regret. He used to be a pro at Chess, and now he was watered down to this. He couldn’t meet Janus’ burning gaze as he stared at him from across the board. Any glint of hope for his future here that he had behind his eyes had been crushed and faded away completely. He was certain that he was going to die here before Patton or any of the others found him. And if he didn’t die, it would become so bad that he would beg Janus to make him do it to get it over with.

Janus got up and pulled Virgil to his feet, clasping the cuffs around his wrists again, not willing to waste any time, taking notice of the newfound compliance.

Janus laughed a little as he picked up the knife, running a finger over the blade. “You know, I really thought you would have been good at that,” he placed the base of the blade on Virgil’s arm and began to drag it agonizingly slow. “I guess it just goes to show that you really are incompetent.”

He watched the blood drip down Virgils forearm, “what a shame, really. You probably would have gone on to be a real good player,” he teased, “probably even better than Logan. I mean I saw the way that blood vessel in his head almost popped from stress and frustration during your match a week or so ago.”

Janus watched as Virgil grit his teeth so hard he thought he would break them from trying not to scream. The confession and the pain were almost too much emotional and psychical trauma for Virgil to bear.

Janus ran a finger over the fresh cuts, looking up at Virgil with nothing but malice in his eyes. “Too bad you’re stuck here now, you really could have been something.”

“Please…please, I’ll do anything, please just make it stop!!” Virgil whimpered, actually thrashing now, a drastic difference from what he had meant to do earlier. He couldn’t handle it anymore, it was all starting to dawn on him. He wasn’t getting out of here. He wasn’t getting out.

“Keep begging, it’s not like I’m going to stop. You’re selfish, that’s all you are. You think you can leave me to pick up the pieces of your abandonment and expect not to face the consequences? I don’t think so.” Janus threatened, slapping Virgil’s arm, causing stinging pain to shoot its way through him. He took the knife back to Virgils skin, digging deeper into the wounds he already created, using his rage as a source to block out the cries of his former best friend. Virgil used to be like a brother to him, but none of that mattered now. This was Virgils fault, he chose this.

Virgil’s hands curled into loose fists with the little energy he had left within himself, desperately trying to wrap his head around Janus’ reasoning but ultimately failing to be able to think of anything due to the hot and awful pain that washed upon him every few seconds. That was why Janus was doing this? His acceptance? He let out animalistic sobs every time the blade met his flesh. None of it made sense. His head hurt and all he wanted was to drop to his knees and bleed out, leaving himself a cold shell of a person. Anything but this. Anything but this. As much as he loved the others, he wanted anything but this.

Eventually, Janus dropped the knife on the floor, blood splattering in every direction. He was tired, and Virgil was beginning to pass out which meant that the fun wouldn’t be able to last any longer. After all, it’s no fun torturing someone when you can’t see the outcome of your work.

He flicked his wrist and summoned a small baggie of crushed up antipsychotic medication and a glass of water, carefully pouring it into the glass in front of his captive. It didn’t matter if Virgil saw what he was doing, what could he do about it? Absolutely nothing.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed sternly. Virgil listened and he tilted the glass back with precision, making sure no droplets of water fell down Virgils face and on to the ground.

Janus set the glass down beside him, “don’t say I never did anything for you” he mumbled, turning on his heel and heading back upstairs to the commons as if nothing had happened.

Janus’ footsteps slowly faded and a door opened. Virgil could hear Remus cackling in the distance, and even though he didn’t exactly know what was so funny, it was presumable that it was about the state of his family. The others were falling apart with the lack of him being around, or that was at least as far as he knew with the “help” of Janus.

Virgil let his legs give out from underneath him and curled in on himself as best he could, searching for the warmth of his own body heat, not necessarily because he was cold, but because he was desperate to feel the warmth of a comforting presence, even if that meant it had to be himself.

He tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his arms by thinking of Patton. Sweet, tender and kind, Patton. Patton who was always there when he had night terrors and was screaming for help, crawling into Virgils bed and cradling him gently until he was conscious enough to know what had happened, and then staying until he fell back asleep. Patton who always let him hold on to his shoulders when the panic attacks got so bad he couldn’t stand upright because he was so dizzy. Patton who always had a cheesy dad joke no matter the severity of the situation. Patton.

It hurt more than any of the psychical pain combined to miss him. He would rather die right now than miss such a sweet soul. If Patton were here, he would have bandaged him up so gently he would have barely even felt it, while humming softly to distract Virgil from the fear and uncertainty burrowing deep in his stomach.

Tears fell down his face as his eyelids finally fluttered close, not being disturbed by a jarring malicious voice ready for revenge. He could finally sleep.

Though, how do you sleep peacefully knowing you’ll probably never get out of a nightmare?

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[spgothkidsheadcanons]

FEMDOM MICHAEL PLEASE🙏🏻😭

also, thank you for your writing, you make me happy with all this scenarious and headcanons! :D

I’ve never written anything Dommy/Subby before, so this was a kind of a new experience. I’m sorry if it’s not up to your standards! It jumps straight into the nasty, and I’m probably going to rewrite it after a little bit more research!

Warnings: Slapping, explicit content

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Settling herself down on his cock, (Y/n) shivered as goosebumps raised over her skin. Michael resisted the urge to buck into her warmth, his mind and cock fully enveloped in the way her walls pulsated around his erection making it hard not to. “Are you gonna be good, Michael?” the woman hummed, raising her hips teasingly. The man could only nod, throat suddenly dry. (Y/n) frowned, stalling from resting her hips against his again. “Use your words, or we’re stopping,” she spat, delivering a rough slap to his cheek. The action only made the man groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he inhaled slowly. “I’ll be good, mistress. I p-promise,” Michael stuttered out, stuttering as the woman grinded her hips slowly. “Good boy. Now keep quiet, and maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

With a devilish smirk, (Y/n) lifted her hips, oh-so-slowly, enjoying the reaction of the man below her. Pushing herself back down on his cock, her eyes shut in bliss as she enveloped his length, her hips never halting in their up-and-down movement. She settled herself into a pace, fucking herself onto his erection. Michael had to hold himself back from thrusting up into her, not wanting to lose the feeling of being sucked into her warmth. He knew he had to be good, he had to keep from blowing his load deep inside of the woman, atleast until she had her climax first. If he did, God knows that she would actually use the riding crop that laid on the mattress beside them. Although, the idea of it sounded quite nice to him, the pain from his aching erection was near equivalent to the sore feeling that came with the strike of the crop.

Lewd noise and squelching filled the room, accompanied by the moans and praises coming from the (h/c) woman who was enjoying herself. Michael longed to be free of the shackles around his wrist, just so he could feel her skin beneath his palms, so he could try to be closer to her. (Y/n) sped her movements up, trying to chase her own orgasm that was quickly approaching. She was already close, Michael’s mouth on her cunt earlier already having brought her to just the edge. Her hand found purchase on his chest, her hips rocking faster and harder against the man beneath her. The man had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound, wanting so desperately to be relieved of the teasing. It took everything in his body to keep from cumming, his mind having trouble not staying focused on how the woman constricted around him.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to Michael, (Y/n)’s hips stilled with him deep inside of her, a drawn out moan of his name slipping from the woman’s mouth. Her walls pulsed around his erection, as if trying to coerce the man into his finish. Michael held steady though, waiting on the command to release himself, his breath hitching at the soft rocking of (Y/n)’s hips as she rode out her own orgasm. “Oh, Michael… You did so good for me,” the woman purred, her eyes half lidded as she gazed down at this man. His bottom lip was red and swollen from his teeth, the skin being chewed at to keep him distracted from (Y/n)’s body. Beads of sweat littered his forehead, mouth slightly parted to huff out gasps of breath. He whined at her words, needy and filled with desire to finally cum.

(Y/n) giggled at his face, and reached up the headboard to free his wrists. Michael’s arms were sore from the restraints, his hands shaky from lack of circulation from his arms lifted above his head. “You may touch me.” the woman purred, her hands stroking over the skin of his chest. His hands moved to her hips, fingertips digging into her flesh as if he was trying to remember what she felt like. “Show me, Michael, just how much you need to cum. Use my body.” (Y/n) demanded, her tone stern.

Wasting no time, Michael’s grip on the woman’s hips tightened as he thrusted up into her. Within a few thrusts, his hips stilled as he unloaded inside of her, painting her walls white with his thick semen. He panted lowly as he finally met his release, praises of (Y/n) senselessly falling from his lips. Thrusting a few more times to milk his cock, he finally stilled, his body going slack as he tried catching his breath. “Good boy. Pretty boy.” (Y/n) hummed, reaching up to stroke Michael’s cheek where she had slapped him. Wincing at the hand print that had formed on his cheek, the woman apologized by pressing a kiss to the soft skin, whispering a ‘sorry’ into his ear. “Don’t be,” Michael hummed, turning his head to kiss her lips, “That was hot. You need to take control again next time.” he snickered against her lips.

“I slapped you and didn’t let you finish for almost 2 hours. Are you really sure about that?” (Y/n) asked, pushing herself back into a seated position. She maneuvered herself off of the man, laying out beside him and resting her head on his chest. Michael’s arm lazily curled around her waste, drawing her closer to him. “Yeah, I think so. Now I know what you must feel like when I’m in charge.” the curly headed man stated, laughing when the woman lightly smacked his chest. “Oh my god, shut up. You’re meaner than I am.” she huffed, hiding her face in his side to cover the growing blush. “Yeah, I’d have namecalled or something. I think you were too busy getting yourself off.” the man teased, rubbing his fingers over (Y/n)’s side. The woman didn’t respond with words, instead a drawn-out annoyed groan. “Just go the fuck to bed,” she snapped, ignoring his remaining laughter and teasing.

[lcs-library]

ello i see reqs are open 👀 may i have a banrisa with christmas theme 10 (the lights one) pretty please? 🙏🏻 if you'd like help narrowing down ideas, maybe they're in isa's apartment and one of them got tangled up in the lights or smth JSHDJD they were being silly goofy ;9 thanks friend!! 🙏🏻🫶🏼

SORRY THIS IS KINDA LATE…… Ofc bestie!!! It’s short but sweet, so I hope you like it<3

“You’re sure this ain’t too much?” Banri asked, hauling a large box across Isa’s apartment. “I mean, your tree’s kinda small, I don’t think this many ornaments will fit.”

“It’ll be fine, Banri-kun, I promise!” Isa replied, fanning out the branches of her, admittedly tiny, Christmas tree, only standing at about three-quarters of her height. She stood back, framing it with her hands, making sure it was at just the perfect angle.

It was no secret that Isa liked the holiday, despite all that had happened surrounding it. The fun decorations, the tasty food, and the time with loved ones was something she enjoyed greatly, and this year, there was another reason to love it. This was the second year in a row she’d be spending with Banri, and it was always a treat for her to have him all to herself after his troupe’s show had closed for the season, even if she knew it was a little selfish.

Once Isa was sure she was happy with the tree, she turned to Banri.

“What do you think? Should we move it any more?” She asked him eagerly.

“Looks good,” he replied, bringing her into a back hug. “Of course, anything you do ‘s good.”

“You’re sure?”

“Always,” he affirmed with a smirk, planting a quick kiss to her forehead. “Is there anything else I can help ya out with?”

“Yeah, actually! Do you mind helping with the lights on the tree? They should be in the box next to the couch.”

“Of course, I’m down.”

With ease, he quickly found the box she was talking about, opening it to be met with the second-worst thing for his Easy Mode buff. Tangled cords.

This is fine, Banri. You’ve done this with earbuds, remember? Just play it cool, I’m sure she won’t notice.

He took the crumpled mess out of its prison, setting it beside him as he sat on the floor. He’d be fine so long as Isa wasn’t watching, which, as of right now, didn’t seem to be the case, as she was busy sifting through the rest of the holiday decorations she had bought on their shopping trip last weekend. He was safe.

After managing to find the plug, he slowly attempted to release it from the one crossing over it. Then the next. This was shaping up to be easy.

Wait, why was it crossing over again? He just undid it! He groaned, tossing that piece of the wire behind him. He’d deal with it later. For now, he’d worry about the task in front of him.

Ah, screw it, this one was hard too. Behind him it goes.

Then the next. Why were they all such a struggle? This one’s getting tossed, too.

Before he realized, Banri was covered from head to toe in strings of lights, somehow more tangled than they were previously. God, he probably looked so stupid right now, but he would have to ask for at least a little help.

“Uh… Isa-chan?”

She turned to the sound of his voice, only to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he said with a sigh, “can you just help me out here?”

“Just one sec, okay?”

“What, why?”

In an instant, Isa’s phone was out as she circled him, taking way too many pictures for Banri’s taste. With every one of her coos at his “grumpy kitty energy,” she called it, he grumbled, complaining more and more each time. Isa patted his head, giving his hair a quick ruffle in a rare role reversal.

“Alright, I’m done. Let’s get you out of here, okay?” She said with a soft smile.

She poked and prodded at the lights, pulling strings here and setting some there, doing her best to untangle him. Unfortunately, she was met with a struggle of her own.

“Banri-kun?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m stuck.”

“You’re what.”

“I guess we’ll have to both be tangled now, huh?”

“ISA HOW THE HELL-“

The end<3

[starlightracha]

hellooo~

i am here bc i wanted to ask if it's possible for me to be added in your taglist?

especially in the long version of yeosang's wedding and how you met jongho & yunho 🥺

i am in a soft mood rn and that even made me softer 😭😭

Hiii, I'm really sorry for the super late answer. Like I said earlier here, my family has been on a rough time, then me & my sisters have college tuitions to paid. 🥲

How You Met Yunho

Special tag: @hwanchaesong . Sorry if it's not like what you expected 🙏🏻🥲

Note: This app runs on reblog, please reblog this post :D

Genre & warnings: Fluff, slight curse word, use of petnames (little one), remind me if I forgot to write other warnings.

Starring: stranger man!Yunho x fem!reader.

Summary: How You Met Yunho (Short Version).

It was 8 PM and you walked alone from your work as a barista in one of the cafes down the street. It was calm until two drunk men appeared in front of you. “Hey there, pretty girl ~~ Why don't you come here to us, hm? We can have fun together ~~~”

You turned away and start to run, but then one of the men got your arm. “LET GO OF ME!!!” You shouted.

Those two laughed at you, then they dragged you with them. Right after that, their head got slammed to the wall nearby and they release your arms. “Both of you are so disgusting,” said a tall, handsome man that suddenly stood in front of you.

He shielded you with his tall figure. “Hey man, who tf are you??” said one of the thugs.

“I'm her fiancé, so don't you dare to touch her!” He said angrily. Somehow, that made your heart fluttering.

“Ah, that's not fun, she's taken,” One of the drunk looked mad.

“Who cares, dude! Let's get that bitch!” The other one shouted.

Suddenly, those drunk man started to attack the man that protect you. You got panic but then the man easily beat those two guys until their faces look so bad.

“RUN! THIS MAN IS CRAZY!” Those two runs away after they got beaten by the man.

“Are you okay there?” The tall man turned to you, and he looks worried.

“Yes, thank you so much for saving me,” You said while bow at him.

“It's okay. Just be careful next time, okay? Let me drive you home now. It's not good for a woman to walk alone at night,” He insisted to take you home.

“Okay then,” You thought for a second before agree.

He drove you home and bid you goodbye. After he left, you realize that you fell for a tall, handsome, kind-hearted stranger that you just met. But sadly, you forgot to ask his name.

2 years later .....

“Y/n, would please come down right now? Your future fiancé has been waiting for you!” called your mom.

“Yes, mom!” You shouted from your bedroom and walked downstairs. Your mom told you that she arranged a marriage for you. You said yes to the arranged marriage because you didn't want to make your mother sad after your father passed away 3 months ago. Also, your mother said your partner is a great man and that made you curious.

You wore a navy dress and step into the living room. Then you saw him, the man who saved you 2 years ago at that night. Both of you were smiling at each other, and you both already knew that this arranged marriage would absolutely happen.

And now you know, his name is Jeong Yunho.

After Married .....

“You know what, Little One, I felt so happy when I know that the woman I'm gonna marry is you,” He said that while you guys were cuddling on bed with his arms around your waist, holding you really close to him.

“Why?” You asked.

“You're the first woman who made me fell in love and want to protect you at all costs at the same time,” Yunho answered.

“What about you?” asked Yunho.

“Well, I fell for you when you saved me that night. I thank God for that, and I'm really happy that the one I'm gonna marry, is you,” You look at Yunho with sparkly eyes.

“I'm glad that we met even though it's not in a good condition, and I forgot to ask your name. But now, I'm very glad that you're mine,” Again, he said to you.

“When you told me that you love me, I know my life would never be the same again. I know that I would be in love with you forever,” You smiled at him.

The two of you smiled at each other with eyes that full of love and adoration before Yunho kissed you and you kiss him back.

THE END.

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