#some of you are feral please think before u speak!

[cryptdaii]

oh im SO sorry you’re already getting the weird messages….my best recommendation is just to delete them its Not worth it😭😭 they just dump that same drama onto EVERYONE who joins despite the fact that…..nobody ever asked…….nor even knows who you are?!? yea this fandom is just a Little bit silly sometimes!!!!/neg

ANYWAYS not the point!!! art ideas!!! :D i have a few for u <3

- yong and nuru being super extra and completely ruining a stealth mission (varian and hugo are so fucking tired)

- hugo and nuru bonding/being besties

- library/betrayal angst is always good….

- varigo post-trials snuggling up together to read letters from nuru and yong (theyve REFUSED to open them until they can do it together btw)

i've been on this platform for less than ten days this has to be some sort of record <33 no but the actual amount of frankly disgusting asks i've had to delete from my inbox in the past 24 hours is actually unreal like. those were the tame ones.. i legitimately had to walk away from my computer for a sec because it was so bad lmfao!! like guys, there are better things to argue about other than a single hc some teenager on the internet posted ??

anywho ALL THESE IDEAS ARE SO CUTE TYSM FOR THEM :] <3 i couldn't resist that last one, but believe me when i say library angst will be on the way.....

also to anyone else who has sent me a request ily and i'm getting to them when i can, however i do tend to prioritize the ones that pique my interest first!

thank u so much for the ask pansy!! also unrelated but ur art is very pretty.....

[sturnlsstuff]

MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo

| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"

pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader

summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.

warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, public¿ sex, cursing, mdni

a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long 😭 part two here !!

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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.

her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.

chris: u busy?

she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.

y/n: hi to you too

y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up

chris: having fun?

chris: when u gonna be home ma?

y/n: like in an hour or so

chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya

y/n: you do???

she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.

chris: hell yeah i do

chris: get ur ass out here

she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.

y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address

chris: omw gorgeous

chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.

after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.

chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.

he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."

she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.

she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.

"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.

she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.

"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.

"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.

he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."

"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."

"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."

"see, and that's crazy."

chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.

"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."

"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"

chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...

once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."

chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."

she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.

"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.

he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.

"c'mere."

her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.

"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.

"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"

she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.

"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.

"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"

"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.

"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.

"shut up for once, yeah?"

"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.

she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.

she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.

"god, i hate that i missed you so much."

it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.

"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"

she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.

"yeah... i did"

he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.

"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.

"want me to show you?"

he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.

"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."

his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."

he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.

"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.

"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"

she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.

"show me how much you missed this dick then."

she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.

"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. he’s holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and he’s missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.

he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.

"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."

she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasn’t experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.

“fuck.. just like that” one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."

he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.

"chris i-"

she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"

she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"

"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"

"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.

she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.

"chris!"

but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.

"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.

"yeah, baby?"

she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."

he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.

"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."

chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.

"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.

"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."

she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.

"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"

she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.

"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.

his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.

"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."

he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."

she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.

"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."

she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.

"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."

"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."

he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.

"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.

he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."

she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"

chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.

"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."

with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.

"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.

"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."

"im paying this time."

"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"

"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.

"soooo... round two?"

"christopher, i swear to god."

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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long 😭 tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..

[haetrack]

HEY HEY ITS 🪐 ANON I JUST GOT OFF WORK AND AJAJWKWK

https://pin.it/64UhBTuZc (inspired by this)

IMAGINE HARCHAN NUZZLING INTO U WHILE FUCKING U ANJAJKEK IM FERAL. (Gn reader)

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a/n: i am so sorry this took so long but it’s like i got hit with a loving a sweet haechan láser and i had to write this like NOW

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it’s not unusual for haechan to try to wrap himself around you.

he’s always been a touchy person. days where he traps you in a bear hug, days where he can’t seem to leave your side. he always likes having a hand somewhere on you, finding comfort knowing that you’re right by his side.

today, as you’re laying in bed, you find haechan hovering by the door. he got back from practice, just changed into some fresh clothes so he can join you.

he’s quick to throw himself on top of you, practically knocking the wind out of you. he doesn’t bother to move, and you don’t bother to push him off of you. your hands thread through his hair, hearing the satisfied hum he lets out at the feeling.

“how was work?” you ask.

he doesn’t respond verbally, letting out a low whine against your chest. you chuckle at the sound, one of your hands moving the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to shiver. he whines out, “i just… need you.”

it’s only then that you feel how he’s hard against your thigh, how he’s subtly grinding into you. when he looks up at you, you can see his flushed cheeks and his hooded eyes. all you want to do is make him feel good.

he pulls himself up to look in your eyes before kissing you, slow and deep. his lips feel soft against yours, one of your hands reach to hold his cheek. your thumb smooths against his skin, watching him pull away from you so he can nuzzle into your touch.

he looks sweet like this, just a bit needy for your touches.

your thumb instinctively moves to trace over the moles of his face, feeling the soft smile he makes against your lips. he sighs contentedly when your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, your fingers slipping under his boxers to toy at his leaking tip.

it’s easy for you to give into him, letting him pull of your shirt and sweats, whining because he wants to feel you too. as he lazily presses kisses onto your neck, his hands wander all over you, hands touching you as he pleases.

as much as he would like to stay like this with you, the feeling of your hands running through his hair makes his heart race. he thinks he might be the luckiest person ever to be able to have you like this, to be able to share such a moment with you.

even if he’s a little impatient, haechan softly presses his fingers into you, prepping you just to make sure your comfortable. it doesn’t last long though, not when you’re squirming around, letting out quiet moans of his name.

a few moments later, he’s lining himself up, and you can feel just how needy he is when as his cock twitches against you. he leans over to kiss you, letting out a soft whimper against you as he bottoms out.

“s-so tight… just for me, right?” his voice his a little shaky when it reaches your ears. you respond with your hips grinding up into his, trying to fit him deeper inside you.

the feeling causes his head to fall to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your skin as his hair lightly tickles you. you can feel his nose rub against your neck, trying to surround as much of himself with the feeling of you.

“i don’t… don’t think i’ll last long. you feel so good wrapped around me.” his words feel hot against you, and it’s only emphasized as he messily fucks into you. there’s no rhythm, no set pace, just a need to make the both of you feel good.

“it’s okay, love seeing you like this.” your hands press down against his back, pushing his chest into yours just to get him as close as possible. you can feel his eyes shut at your words, practically giving into you.

he kisses your shoulder before speaking, “needed you all day. just- just wanted you like this. wanted to hold you close to me.”

your nails dig into the skin of his back, drawing a moan out of him. you can feel him begin to shake against you, his cock twitching inside of you. he can’t help but succumb to you. everything about you makes him so weak.

despite how close he is to cumming, he continues, “can’t get enough of you. everything about you is perfect- you feel so nice against me.”

all you can do is moan out, caging him around you as you wrap your arms around his back. his whimpers raise in pitch, fucking helplessly into you, “gonna cum, gonna fill you up with all my cum…”

“please, haechan, wanna make you feel good.”

as soon as you place a soft kiss to the top of his head, he’s quick to cum inside you. moans of your name fill the air. his hands grip at your sides, trying to ground himself as he’s caught up in the feeling of you.

he tries to continue fucking his hips into you knowing that you didn’t cum, but he whines with how sensitive he is. you chuckle, calling his name out so you can press a kiss to his forehead. he thanks you quietly, head moving to nuzzle against your neck.

he quietly asks, pressing another kiss to your neck, “don’t you want me to return the favor?”

you murmur, “just stay here with me.”

you can feel him nodding against you, his cheek feeling warm against the skin of your collarbone. your heartbeat slows down, matching with haechan’s. all that’s left is the low hums of a song he lets out as you run your fingers along his back.

you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[ilwonuu]

hard dom sungchan just make a mess out of you and degrading you but fucking you so good until you can’t even think anymore

im about to go feral omg..(sorry) OHSBSH THANK YOU FOR UR REQUEST. i hope this is good<3 lmk what u think!!!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you can take it right? ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

↬ jung sungchan

❀ pairing- harddom!sungchan x sub!reader, established relationship

❀ warnings- pure smut, MDNI, kissing, kinda rough sex???, dirty talk, unprotected sex(IM NOT SORRY), creampie, spit used as lube??( lube is also used) sungchan likes it messy ok!!, sungchan is kinda mean but we love it, lmk what else 🙃

❀ a/n- my first riize fic??? i really like it im happy with how it came out!!! lmk what you think <3

“please fuck me- i will be so-.” he cuts you off with a desperate kiss. “fuck- look at how wet you are from me humping against you.” he teases you as he pulls your underwear to the side a bit.

“my dirty girl. you like it messy don’t you? you love being fucked like a slut.” your moaning out for him to touch you.

“i’ll be good for you-“ he just smirks as he rips your underwear so that it’s not in the way. “will you? i don’t think you will. that’s the probably sweetheart. stay still.”

he smiles as spits on you clit. licking up your slit teasingly. “touch yourself for me.” he watches as you inch your hand down to catch the spit, rubbing it against your folds.

he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as you see him take his pants off, him not having boxers on at the moment. “stay fucking still.” he grabs your hips as he spits on your clit again.

you moan and roll your hips at the contact of his spit. “yeah you like that? i knew you would. want it dirty like a slut? i’ll give it to you that way.”

you watch him rub the tip of his dick against your folds, collecting your slick as he rubs his pre-cum against your cunt. your moans have gotten louder as starts to rub it against your clit.

“what happened to that dirty attitude huh baby? you get my cock and now you can’t even speak? is that it?” you watch your boyfriend reach for something in your side table already having an idea of what it was.

“gonna make you so messy. gonna make you dumber on my cock. i bet you want me to ruin you. fuck you like you’re nothing but my toy.”

you feel him pour lube against your aching hole, you watch as he puts some on his dick. “sungc-“ he cuts you off as he pushes into you.

“shut the fuck up..” he watches as your mouth freeze as he starts to fuck you roughly into the mattress.

“yea- i like it better when my slut doesn’t talk back.” he fucks his hips into at a teasing pace.

“look that this pussy- sucking me in so desperately. like i don’t give you dick everyday. you just love taking dick don’t you? my dick hungry slut aren’t you? say it.”

he spits on your cunt again as he starts to fuck you harder. “i asked you something.” he grabs your face to look at him as he makes your eyes roll back.

“l-love your c-cock-“ he wraps his arm around your throat. “yea i know you do- you see how you fucking take it. only sluts want it like this.”

he kisses your neck before he feels your pussy clench around him. “gonna cum slut? cum baby- yea fuuck.” he watches as you start to fuck yourself against him along with his thrusts.

“i’m coming-“ he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as he fucks you faster. your legs shake as you cum hard on his dick.

“my fucking s-slut. gonna make you my cum slut.” he holds you in place as he thrusts into you a couple more times.

“sungchan- f-fuck.” he’s shooting his load deep inside you as he fucks you rough into the mattress. “take it all- fuck.” he pulls out and rubs his dick against your clit, spreading his cum around.

“you’re so messy. oh look at this slut.” he makes you shift your gaze to watch as he pushes into you again. your arousal making a loud squelch noise when he starts to shallowly fuck you.

“p-please-“ your own arousal cuts you off as you feel him start to pour some more lube on his dick. “fucking- look at me. watch how good i fuck you.” he pulls you into another sloppy kiss.

“fu-fuck feels so goo-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan as you feel him spit on your clit lightly rubbing it.

“dirty fucking slut.” he speeds his hips. you know you’re in for a long and messy night.

[caelisblade]

¡! wedding glow | alhaitham

cw ; a lot of smut, not even sorry, fluffy beginning ; clingy alhaitham ; he is just so whipped for u ; fem ! reader ; no mentioned protection ; ice play ; overstimulation ; oral ; breeding kink (duh, it's me)

word count: 2.8k

disclaimer: this is a repost from my previous blog yaesnovels.

you genuinely couldn’t believe that you were alhaitham’s wife now.

it had been such a stressful period of time where you’ve been preparing for the ceremony and getting everything ready and perfect for the both of you. however, now with your loved ones, friends and family gathered at the venue, everything still felt like a dream.

it was a beautiful ceremony, at some points you had teared up when your friends were doing their speeches for you and it made you emotional for a bit.

while you were busy trying not to cry, alhaitham couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he was basically just staring at you in your beautiful wedding dress that you had refused to show him until he would see you walk down the aisle. and despite him desperately trying to think about the ceremony and focusing on the guy next to him speaking, he couldn’t stop imagining what you were possibly wearing beneath the gorgeous dress.

was it some lacey lingerie just like he always liked to see them on you? was it white? well, obviously it was, or it would be too obvious through your dress. also, since when did you wear such revealing dresses? he was painfully and obviously looking at your cleavage and you giggled when you noticed him staring – the sound making him focus on your face again and smirking.

you already knew your fiancé – now husband – way too well to know what he was thinking about. and it made you think about all the things he was going to do to you once you were fully alone as well. considering you were teasing him with sending him pictures of you in lingerie but not letting him touch you for the past two weeks because of the wedding preparations, you knew he was about to explode.

it wasn’t much of a surprise when he barged into the bride’s dressing room when you had excused yourself to get rid of the heavy wedding dress and change into your other, more comfortable outfit.

alhaitham quickly locked the door behind himself, hurrying over to you and kissing you desperately. being teased and kept on edge for so long had him all frustrated because of your antics.

“i missed kissing you so much”, he mumbled against your lips, leaving kisses over your jaw, neck and collarbones. “you’re wearing that beautiful set of lingerie i got you, aren’t you? always so eager to tease me just to make me go all feral over you, baby, aren’t you?”

you were already so distracted by his kisses that you were unable to respond to him, eyes closed as you moaned in delight, only to widen them in surprise when you felt his hand on your neck, slightly squeezing but not too tightly to have you struggle breathing.

“since when did you stop responding to my questions, baby?”, he asked, not appreciating how you enjoy his actions when you were the one keeping him on edge so much.

alhaitham loved to be rough with you – he loved how easily he had you go numb and fucked dumb for him just by going down on you for a few moments. “‘m sorry”, you mumbled. “i want you s’bad. i missed you.”

“i missed you, too, baby. do you want me right now or wait until we’re in our honeymoon suite?”, he asked, just wanting to make sure you were ready for him. you nodded slightly.

“right now, please?”, you asked, softly caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“of course, baby”, he whispered, leaning down again to kiss you, letting his frustrations go crazy on you. he was quick to turn you around and unclasp the dress’s button on your neck, letting it fall down to your ankles before he pulled you to the couch in the room and let you sit down on his lap.

“oh, i knew it was this set”, he groaned when he saw that you were indeed wearing the lacey white set of lingerie on your skin. “too bad i’m going to rip it off your body now, angel.” he smirked before he had the panties and the bra off your body and threw them away.

once you were on top of him, naked and absolutely gorgeous in his eyes, he just couldn’t help but suck on your one breast while he was pinching your other nipple. shortly after – you were in such a daze from how he tasted against your lips, that you didn’t even realize what was going on – he had you pinned underneath him while he kissed down your body to your very sensitive clit. the moment he had his tongue on you, he was immediately pussydrunk, obsessed with your taste and unable to stop tasting you like it was the best meal he had in a long time.

“‘m so sensitive, ‘haitham, please don’t stop”, you cried, one finger was quickly inside of your tight pussy and he was fingering you while he kept eating you out, his tongue was feeling so good on you. he was absolutely in love with you and how you tasted. he doubted he’s be able to stop anytime soon, despite that he knew that he had to.

“i would never, darling”, he whispered, planting a light kiss on your clit.

the moment he had you cry out for him in ecstasy and pleasure, just by making you come on his tongue and fingers, you were shaking, tears were running down your cheeks and it took you a few minutes to finally come down from your high.

“mhm, good girl. came so well for me, baby”, he mumbled. “but we have to go back now.” he feigned innocence, pouting.

you didn’t expect him to just ignore his very clear hard-on and pulled him back on top of you when he tried to get up. “no”, you refused. “not letting you go before you fuck me properly.”

he smirked as he leaned down again to kiss you, having you taste yourself on his lips. “how about i keep you waiting until we’re really alone, baby? i promise you, i will take care of you so well, darling.”

you shook your head again. you didn’t want him to suffer with his bulge against his pants. “i don’t know if blue balls are really a thing but i don’t want to take a risk. at least let me suck you off”, you pouted in disappointment, really wanting to feel him inside of you right now.

“mhm, i think we can make that work. just gotta make sure i don’t ruin your hair, baby. i need to save that for later”, he smirked, making you giggle before you finally pulled down his pants as well and took him deep down your throat.

none of your friends were surprised to see your make-up ruined as you called them into the bride’s dressing room to fix your appearance shortly after alhaitham left the room. they were laughing the moment they saw you and without any words, they started working on your hair and make-up.

when you finally returned to the venue with your slightly shaky legs, you just went ahead to sit down on your seat next to your husband.

husband. it still felt so surreal; the thought of him being your husband now. and you were unable to wait until later when you would be all alone with him, knowing he had been busy with preparing for this special night. even though you were intimate quite often, he always promised to make tonight memorable.

–

“baby, head to the bedroom already, i’ll join you in a second. gotta wash up real quick”, alhaitham said as he went to the bathroom, and just a couple of moments later you heard the shower running. you were shaking and grinning in excitement, running off to the room and immediately opening your suitcase to grab the lingerie set you had packed, a gift from your friends on your bachelorette party. you couldn’t help yourself but smirk, knowing it was going to drive him insane.

alhaitham always had a thing to see you in lingerie, he always said it was the most beautiful sight to see for him. he usually always took his time pleasuring you – being a giving lover in general, he was always satisfied to see you all dumb and dazed on his cock – but it would be much more intense whenever you’d surprise him with a new set of lingerie, looking like an angel.

so, when he finally came into the room, seeing you sitting all innocently on the bed with said lingerie set in his favorite color, sipping some wine to calm your nerves as you waited for him, he was quite impatient to join you. he took the glass away from you, putting it away before he pinned you down on the bed, quickly having you lay down beneath him and kissing you.

“fuck, you look absolutely gorgeous, darling”, he groaned, quickly peppering sweet and soft kisses all over your upper body. “too pretty not to ruin, huh? and all mine, forever mine.”

it was the only time he was ever seriously possessive over you – when you were underneath him and him reminding you who it was on top of you and making you go dumb on his tongue, fingers and cock.

“all yours”, you mumbled, too distracted with the question of what he has got in store for you tonight.

“curious, aren’t you, baby? you wanna know what i want to do to you, right?”, he smirked against your neck. “patience, darling. you’re already in this bed, there’s no escape anymore.”

you knew that he was just saying that, you still had your safeword if it ended up being too much to take. though, you couldn’t remember when you ever used it, considering he knew where to stop, knowing your body too well by now.

“now, let’s put this on, darling, shall we?”, he asked, holding up a blindfold. you widened your eyes, not expecting him to play with your senses but you were curious about how it would feel so you nodded. “i need to hear you, baby.”

“yes, put it on”, you whispered, lifting your head so that he could put the fabric around your head. he made sure it’s not too tight before he went off the bed. you were laying around anxiously, not knowing what to expect before you yelped as he ripped off your lingerie.

“hey, i liked that set”, you pouted before you yelped again as you suddenly felt the cool of an ice cube on your nipple.

“how did that feel?”, he chuckled. “want me to continue with that?” you hesitantly nodded before you verbally told him to continue.

he slowly slid the ice cube between your breasts, down to your stomach as it melted slowly. your back arched and your body shivered with the cold – you now were able to understand why some people liked to be blindfolded. the feelings were so much more intense than anything you had ever felt before.

“i will be trying out different things with you tonight, baby. is that okay?”, he asked. “you know the safeword – whenever you don’t like something, tell me.”

“yes”, you whispered, hands tightly grabbing the sheets when he slowly slid down a new ice cube until your clit, softly lingering it over it. “oh, god.”

alhaitham chuckled, loving the sight of you all desperate and sensitive while you wait for him to give in to you. “there you go, baby, does it feel good? or do you want more?”

“more”, you replied quickly, already too impatient to feel him fill you up till the brim.

“impatient, aren’t we, baby?”

“shut up.”

he obliged, but not in the way you imagined. you suddenly didn’t feel him over you but his head between your legs, pulling your panties down before he roughly spread your legs apart. “these will stay spread wide open. don’t you dare close them or i will tie your ankles to the bed”, he ordered, voice deep and slightly threatening.

you gulped, the urge to disobey and see how much you could piss him off was almost winning. luckily, almost. and then you let out a loud moan when you felt his tongue against your folds, him licking a big stripe up before he started sucking on your clit.

it wasn’t long until he was making your legs and body shake in ecstasy, leaving soft kisses against your inner thighs as he waited for your orgasm to subside. “feel good? don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re not even remotely done yet.”

–

you were crying. not in a bad way, archons, no. he was holding a vibrator against your clit that he had bought all the way from fontaine as he made your entire body shake in overstimulation. and all this time, he has not once touched himself (you assumed) or fucked you. as good as you felt, you wanted to feel him inside of you and not those toys he had bought.

“please, ‘haitham, can you fuck me now? can’t take it anymore”, you sobbed. your eyes were still blindfolded, the pleasure and focus on your body made it almost unbearable and you wanted to look at your lover as he made you come over and over for him, watch him unfold as he buried his seed deep inside of you.

“of course, baby. you took this all so well for him, you deserve to be rewarded”, he undid the knot of the blindfold, putting it away before you pulled him into a desperate kiss, feeling him moan against your lips.

“please, i want to feel you deep inside of me”, you cried against his shoulder. he didn’t hesitate, he was so pent up from watching you come so much, making a wet mess of the sheets underneath you. alhaitham took off his shorts, his cock was already leaking some pre-cum from how much he held himself back because he wanted to make sure you were wet enough for him.

he wasn’t going to fuck you once or twice, no. he was determined to fill you up until you couldn’t take anymore of his cum inside. and even then he wasn’t going to stop.

“you’re so fucking perfect, baby”, he groaned as he started rubbing his tip against your folds. “just some more patience, darling, i just want to come all over your sweet cunt.”

he groaned as you started moving your hips up and down against his cock, trembling as he was so pent up that even that bit of rubbing made him cum all over your pussy and stomach, painting your skin with little droplets of his seed.

“fuck, baby”, he groaned, not hesitating to thrust his cock deep inside of you. “you’re such a good girl, baby. so beautiful covered up in my cum.”

he held your hands tightly over your head as he increased his pace, fucking you hard and deep. you felt so messy with him fucking his cum into you. “come for me, baby, and i promise i will fill you up so fucking good.”

you couldn’t help your moans, your entire body was so sensitive. when you were imagining about the things he would still be doing to you, you didn’t expect him to have the patience to make you cum so often without pleasuring himself once. but he did surprise you at the end, you could swear it had been over three hours with some snack breaks from time to time.

his cock was so sensitive that he was whining and started babbling nonsense; “want me to fill you up, baby? want me to” kiss “knock you up, huh?” kiss “doing such a… good job for me, baby. you’re gonna be a good girl for me and make me cum deep inside you?”

you cried out a ‘yes’ as he continued on fucking you, wanting him to breed you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m not going to slow down or stop, baby, you’re going to be so full of me, darling. feel how much is already dripping out of you? you will be such a mess for me when i’m completely done with you.”

he pulled out for a moment, turning your body around so you were on your knees, he was holding your hips tightly while skin was slapping against skin. the moment he released once more into you, he groaned, feeling you clench down tightly around him.

and suddenly, you were shaking violently, coming hard yet another time, even squirting on his lower stomach. “that’s a good girl, you’re so beautiful, angel.”

he gave you a break for a bit, bringing you some water and food and cleaning up the mess you both made so far.

but both of you knew that this night was far from being over. your husband was too pent up from your constant teasing of the past two weeks which he had sworn to take out on you and you were ready to let him use you until you’d pass out from the insane amount of overstimulation and pleasure he was making your body go through.

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

🔪❤️‍🔥 a few (lot) of my personal illumi sfw/nsfw headcanons:

> these are strictly regarding my illumi x oc [ft. hisoka and chrollo] fic, sic infit, (which is essentially succession ft. the zoldyck’s & a bit of a romcom starring illumi), so yes— some of these will be ooc & a few of them include lira so if u don’t like her, keep scrolling idk.

- actually has the most unhinged sense of humor. sassy as FUCK but it’s hard to tell because he speaks as if he’s being completely serious. he finds a lot of things funny— especially things he shouldn’t— but just doesn’t express it unless he absolutely cannot keep a straight face anymore. (we all remember his goddamn sea lion laughing face, right?)

- is actually quite dense when it comes to anything besides assassination. not at all stupid, just… dense.

- however, illumi is a man with a plan if nothing else. he rarely if ever will go into a situation with no preparation, research, etc.

- he likes movies! all genres too— anything from thrillers, comedy, art house, classics, horror, romantic comedies, dramas, foreign films, etc— he likes them all, but only if they meet his standards. (i.e, he hates slasher films because he finds them unrealistic, some films are too artsy for him, and he has trouble understanding some romantic dramas). his favorite series is the Hellraiser series— he took lots of inspiration from Pinhead. (the movie him and Lira were watching in chapter 2 was Requiem For A Dream!)

- this motherfucker has a DIRTY mouth. i firmly believe that he cannot form a single thought without there being some form of profanity involved. however, he doesn’t express this unless he feels comfortable around someone, i.e, Lira, Hisoka, his family. he’s a master of code switching when around upper-class people, but goddamn— Kikyo should’ve been washing his mouth out with soap instead of stringing him up tbh.

- that dirty mouth of his carries over to… other areas as well. says the FOULEST, FILTHIEST and NASTIEST things during sex & you wouldn’t expect it at ALL.

- hair pulling and boobs. that is all.

- switch. enough said.

- speaking of sex, he’s hung like a fucking horse & knows it.

- also, that stoic, inexpressive & unemotional exterior of his? yeah, that shatters like glass the second this man gets horny. like he fully gets stuuupid cock/pussydrunk. he can’t even think properly anymore. he’s feral— slurring his words, drooling, begging— you name it, all while saying the filthiest shit. once he’s there, he’s there. y’all don’t wanna hear me you just wanna dance, but he’s a mess. he’s so repressed otherwise there’s no alternative than but to be the epitome of actual depravity.

- when he subs, he is a big baby, whiny, brat boy who wants to be used, bullied, and to also be told how pretty he is. he wants it messy too— as filthy and depraved as possible. he’s a fucking perv lowkey.

- when he doms, he doms— but not in your average ways— he definitely likes manhandling his partner as well as when there’s a considerable size difference (like Lira’s short ass lmao), because he likes the literal primal feeling of control it gives him.

- contrary to popular belief, i think he’d enjoy a bit of attitude as well from his partner— just so he could condescend the fuck out of them— of course. “what happened to, ‘more Illu,’ and, ‘please, Illu?’ I thought you wanted me like this...” could be considered a brat tamer?? maybe??

- as i said, he’s a huge dirty talker, but he’s more patronizing and condescending than outright derogatory. he’s also surprisingly good with giving praise, but if HE’S getting praised? gg’s goodnight & goodbye— that man is now officially whipped.

- he has an oral fixation & is an absolute MUNCH/THROAT GOAT. and he’s sloppppyyyyy with it too omg. (this is literally canon, cuz why tf was he licking those needles???)

- simultaneously has a breeding kink and is TERRIFIED to knock someone up before marriage. oh, illumi.

- a true bisexual, and has no preference. it truly depends on the person for him.

- mommy issues & daddy issues. like… bad. like… the enmeshment and parentification are real with this one.

- genuinely hates his father but can’t admit it to himself. he won’t even allow himself to think that way. it would literally make his brain explode from the cognitive dissonance.

- fairly indifferent towards his mother, but subconsciously latches on to any sort of nurturing/female care he can get due to never receiving it as a child. this shows heavily in the speed of development with his relationship with Lira.

- even though he does not like his father, he appreciates how his father and mother’s relationship functions. he ultimately respects women— perhaps to the point of putting them on a pedestal.

- i think he’s actually a bit of a romantic in the way he wants to do everything regarding his partner(s), especially with how badly he wants children and a family of his own— it’s just very very verrrryyyyy repressed & tainted with darkness and possession. but, once he loves, he loves for life. in his own illumi way, of course.

- he’s a heavy drinker. he’s not an alcoholic, but he definitely drinks more than he should, especially after jobs. prefers scotch on the rocks to anything else, but absolutely will not turn down a fruity/sweet drink either. someone please give this man a pina colada.

- drunk illumi is a menace to society, and he has to consume quite a bit of liquor in order to get there— hence why it rarely happens— but once he’s inebriated, that man is the most unfiltered and clingy bastard there is. there is nothing keeping him from speaking his mind at this point and it’s either offensive or hilarious depending on who u are.

- eats like an amusement park raccoon when he’s away from home. literally no idea how he’s so strong when his diet is 80% sugar, 10% booze, and 10% grease.

- doesn’t actually spend that much time on his hair. uses very high-quality products, but otherwise, he’s just genetically blessed. he can let that shit air dry.

- he DOES care about his hair though— when Lira singed the ends, he was PISSED. he also cares a lot about the rest of his appearance. he likes being called pretty— why wouldn’t he keep up with his looks?

- he likes when she braids his hair. sometimes they wear matching twin french or dutch braids while training. Kalluto is lowkey jealous because his hair is too short to join in.

- he has a skill for applying makeup & wigs on himself and others. before he mastered his abilities, he used to disguise himself the old fashioned way.

- he secretly really wants to dress Lira up like his own personal doll, i.e, do her makeup, hair, pick her outfit, etc. not for any weird control reasons, but genuinely because he thinks she’d be cute. he values his life too much to ever tell her this.

- illumi is actually not the best at hand-to-hand combat. he’s an assassin, not a fighter. his job is to kill, not win. by no means is he unskilled, but when compared to others who ARE masterful close quarters combatants, i.e, Lira, he is only above average. (only ‘above average’ like that’s supposed to be bad lmao)

- has an eidetic memory & pretends to forget things in order to catch people in lies.

- is actually not as socially inept or awkward as he comes off. he’s had to do his fair share of seduction and deception in his line of work, so he knows how to charm people to an extent if he really wants to.

- however… his version of flirting with someone he actually likes is staring at them very hard from across a room. he thinks this is him being obvious btw.

- he likes to watch the clouds in his spare time. literally for no reason. he just finds it relaxing. he also likes the sun, contrary to his appearance.

- he does a lot of things for no reason, tbh. he feels rather lost without having someone to assassinate, due to any drastic sort of individuality being discouraged during his upbringing and never really having developed a hobby, so besides stalking Killua, occasionally entertaining Hisoka, and before he met Lira, he tended to do random things in his spare time on a whim.

- he doesn’t like the ocean, snow, or rain, particularly because he hates being cold and wet at the same time. kind of like a cat. has heated bathroom floors for this reason.

- he doesn’t kill for pleasure. he lacks the sadistic tendencies that people like Hisoka, Lira, & Kalluto have. he simply kills because it’s his job, he likes money, & he sees it as his duty as a Zoldyck.

- he is actually a lot more rational and compassionate than he lets on. compassionate may be the wrong word— he just tries to give his targets quick deaths and doesn’t prefer to see anyone suffer unless they’ve angered him. he also won’t kill anyone if he deems it pointless or isn’t getting paid.

- however— he will do anything, and i mean ANYTHING to get what he wants. very machiavellian in nature when he’s focused.

- he doesn’t consider Lira or Hisoka to be distractions even though they quite literally are. he’s a hypocrite, but we all love him for it.

- his love language is gift giving. he will buy someone he cares about anything they look at for more than two seconds.

- he also values quality time. he will follow Lira around like a cat just saying and doing nothing, only wanting to be around her.

- he wants to get married. like, actually married, not just killing-contract married.

- he also wants children. plural.

- scorpio sun, capricorn rising, cancer moon. (ooooh that moon/rising opposition SHOWS)

- can be somewhat traditional when it comes to gender roles, which is rather ironic given his choice in partner(s). he believes it’s the man’s job to protect and provide, and has no issue doing so, even if it’s done in the most deranged ways.

- he cannot remember the majority of his childhood, only bits here and there.

- ptsd? more like P! T! S! D!

- he likes people that can get under his skin. he enjoys banter.

- notices everything, and i mean EVERYTHING. he is extremely observant, but quietly and carefully holds on to the information/patterns he sees— just in case he needs to use that information against someone.

- he has EXPENSIVE taste— forget designer, i’m talking custom made couture and shit like that. designer to him is like loungewear.

- he actually prefers dogs to cats. he wouldn’t be opposed to having a smaller dog of his own one day, but can’t currently because Mike would eat it. he doesn’t hate cats, however, he just doesn’t like how they all seem to want to play with his hair.

- actually, i think he rather likes all animals. not in a Lira-esque “i love animals because it’s fun to imagine what they’d look like with no skin,” type of way, but actually likes them.

- while he likes most animals, he has an irrational hatred of birds. literally zero reason for this. maybe jealousy?

- he values usefulness and patience in his partners and also finds their homicidal tendencies exasperating, especially Lira’s. he does not want a weak partner, nor a victim.

- when it comes to his relationships, he is very very possessive, to the point where it should be scary. however, Lira is also insane and just finds it sweet.

- while obsessive and possessive, he has absolutely no interest in abusing his partner in any way. the thought itself disgusts him. he didn’t see his father do that to his mother outside of training, so why would he ever do that to his own partner?

- when it comes to his partner, he wants to see them happy and safe, not insecure and miserable. like, he saw Lira get insecure ONE time and almost self-destructed and proceeded to basically glitch in order to change her mood.

- he would rather be alone than with someone who didn’t meet his standards.

- he’s either really good at communication or really fucking bad. no in-between.

- he’s not a big cuddler— he’s the type to just lay his entire body weight on top of someone— but just because it feels nice to him. he doesn’t really care if he’s smothering the other person— if he chose them, they should be strong enough for him, right? he does make an exception occasionally and allows Lira to hold him, but that’s typically for access to her boobs… so. he prefers having her sit in his lap, or alternatively, sitting in Hisoka’s lap himself.

- his hair moves on its own a lot— not only when he’s angry, but also whenever he’s feeling anything intense, i.e. lust, euphoria, etc. it can range from the way it whips around when he’s bloodlusted to just stirring as if he’s standing in a gentle breeze.

- hates wearing shirts at home. he’s in expensive lounge pants and nothing else— maybe a tank top and crewneck sweatshirt if he absolutely has to— but other than that? shirtless lumi always.

[venusbby]

LOVE!! I SAW YOUR JHUMKA RIN DRABBLE AND OMG IM IN LOVE!! WE NEED MORE SOUTH ASAIN REP, PLEASE YOU’RE SO GOOD AT IT.

How about the blue lock boys seeing you in a saree or lengha for the first time?? Like all dolled up and shit ❤️‍🔥

➝ characters ♡ // itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo x desi!fem!reader (seperate ofc)

➝ warnings: kinda suggestive for sae's part (makeout session). rin makes reader sit on his lap, reo is a whole tease who's probably watched a bollywood movie and written some things down right before this happens.

note: THANKYOU SM for this 😕 this is actually kinda bad i think but idk ahdhsjndjd have it (cries) also im sorry if there's any typos im too tired to proofread it </3

ITOSHI SAE ｡⁠.ﾟ+ ?¿

he can't even comprehend it at first

lowkey going insane

extra touchy because wtf why are u so hot ? why do u look so good in every single traditional thing u wear ?

good lord. this man is whipped for you im sorry but he's going feral

standing in the living room while you're walking over to him in that red saree, the sound of your heels against the floor and the way your bangles shimmer around your wrists as you adjust your pleats, he feels his entire body almost lose its balance.

with the way your body moves with so much confidence in your traditional clothes, he doesn't understand why you're frowning with an anxious edge to your voice as you speak, his eyes fixed on your subtle pout. "is this too much? be honest."

too much? be honest?

sae was dying to be honest— to tell you just how much you're driving him crazy and it hasn't even been a minute since you came out of the bedroom, but it would lead to something that would make you miss your dinner with your friends and make your efforts to put on that beautiful saree go to waste because he was already dreaming of having himself completely stained with that same red on your lips.

"you look just fine."

really? just fine? you looked more than just fine. he wasn't fine.

your eyes still twinkle with that uncertainty and he slowly takes a step further until his slightly shaky hands can finally hold your hips. his eyes keep on darting from your eyes to your lips and it's making your cheeks flush with heat. "i just don't know, it's been so long since i wore a saree and—"

"stop. kiss me."

"what?"

he takes a deep breath. "kiss me, right now."

your lips curve into a shy smile then as you stare at him with that look. that look. your cherry red lips. he can't handle it anymore. his arm desperately reaches around you until he's pressed against your front with that same red all over his mouth as you share the heated kiss he'd wanted ever since he saw you minutes ago. he feels hot everywhere. this isn't good.

but it's so good.

he knows you're running late for your dinner— but he doesn't care. he doesn't want to care. his fingers trace circles over the soft skin of your waist, and he's not sure how to pick you up when you're in a saree so he settles on just gently pushing you against the closest wall as you stumble just a bit in your heels and let him kiss you with all that he has. the sound of your bangles rings right next to his ears as you tug at his hair and gasp at the way his fingers caress your bare sides.

"you look absolutely stunning," he whispers against your lips breathlessly when he stops kissing you. his forehead presses against yours, your thumb slowly reaching lower to rub the red shade away from his mouth as you breathe heavily and giggle— but it's of no use because he's going to kiss you again anyway. "and i want you all to myself right now. so call your friends and tell them to wait, yeah?"

ITOSHI RIN ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+ ?!

his brain short circuits tbh

he won't stop staring and drooling (internally)

please fix this boy with a kiss or two or maybe just tease him further who cares he's at your mercy now

"you never told me you had a saree."

"ah, i forgot about it too! do you remember my cousin who visited from home a few months ago?" you speak softly as you grab another safety pin from your little box and hold it casually between your teeth, adjusting the pallu over your shoulder so it's just right as you stare in the mirror. "she gifted me this."

you feel his eyes burn into your back as you attentively pin the layers of material over your shoulder so that your pallu stays in place throughout the night. you frown a bit, glancing back at where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. "are you okay?"

he blinks twice and notices he's been biting his lip the whole time. "yes."

you nod, humming as you continue to do some touch ups. it had been a while since you wore a saree, so its not too surprising that you're not used to handling it too well. it's why you've pinned the material at most places so you don't have to take care of it too much, thanks to the tips you remember from back home.

and just once you're finished, you finally turn around with a satisfied sigh, grinning as you give him a pose, your right hand resting on your waist as you let your pallu drape over your left arm. "i'm finally done. god, it's been such a long time since i wore a saree. does it look okay?"

he blinks again, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right word. his gaze doesn't shift away from you. the material of your light colored saree is quite transparent, he notices. he wishes instantly that he didn't notice because it makes him feel even more attracted to you— and it suddenly gets really difficult to keep his hands to himself. he clutches the sheets under him as you walk over.

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, the word echoes in his mind.

but he can't say it for some reason. his face feels hotter when you come and stand in front of him, and it's so hard to tear his eyes away from your visible stomach but he still does it anyway, turquoise eyes staring up at you as you raise an eyebrow at him expectantly. it's not like it's a new thing to him to see your stomach— crop tops existed. but seeing you in something that plays a role in your culture, and seeing you look absolutely breathtaking in it almost makes your boyfriend melt.

"you look beautiful." he manages to speak, still too afraid to touch you as if this saree just made you so much more valuable. so much more delicate. so much more powerful too, because he doubts he can handle any more of your beauty if he keeps staring.

you chuckle at his state, before leaning down to kiss his forehead. it's when he takes the chance and pulls you down to sit sideways on his lap, face still a little flushed, but a glint of adoration in his eyes as he pecks your cheek in return softly, his hand snaking around from behind you completely, slipping under your pallu as his warm palm gently rests on your stomach, making butterflies erupt throughout you as you lean closer to him.

"baby, you know i have to go." you grin as you talk just above a whisper, index finger tracing his lips slowly. rin knew just the right way to tempt you.

"i know." he says, but his tone is enough to tell you he clearly doesn't care.

"rin." you say in a slightly stern tone. however, the smile on your face doesn't leave.

but after you say his name like that, he's kissing your lips already, tasting the sweet and expensive lipstick on you as he holds you flush against him. his other hand carefully pushes your loose strands of hair behind your ear as he slowly holds your chin right after, mumbling quietly in the middle of his gentle kiss, "five more minutes, pretty. you look too good like this for me to let you go so soon."

MIKAGE REO ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+

he's gonna wife you up right there

gets you an expensive lehnga from india for your friend's desi wedding

how did he get a connection there? who fucking knows. all that matters is that his woman gets to look gorgeous in her traditional clothes

purposely making you cringe is his new favourite thing

"i knew that color would look good on you." he says as he opens the car door for you, a low whistle following as you step out carefully with your hand tight in his.

"i still can't believe this, reo." you shake your head as you start walking to the entrance of the restaurant, his hand now on your lower back as he quickly nods back at the driver and guides you forward— your lips twitching in a pathetic attempt to hold back a smile when you feel several eyes on you already.

"anything for you, i've told you this a hundred times, baby."

"yeah, but a lehnga? and this expensive?" you chuckle, looking at him as if he'd grown three heads as you both continue to walk. "where did that thought even come from?"

"your cousin once sent me a picture of you wearing one from a few years ago. i'm gonna be honest, you looked really sexy." he shrugs, earning a light slap to his shoulder as he starts to laugh. "and i thought, why not?"

you can't help but feel warmth rising up your cheeks, and you're so glad your cheeks aren't red. you look down as you walk, to make sure you aren't stepping on your long skirt as you hold it up just a little.

he notices that and the smirk on his face makes you feel too much at once.

"want me to carry you? like they do in—"

"baby, please don't." you shake your head as you laugh, walking faster once you see your friends standing right at the entrance of the big venue, leaving him behind in an attempt to hide your embarrassment and your flustered face.

but you don't make it that far and soon you feel his hand around your wrist. your eyes widen as you gasp and get pulled behind in one swift movement, your heavy outfit making you sway without balance and you instantly rest your other hand on his chest to make sure you don't crash into him when he pulls you in. he wraps his arm around your waist to keep you close, smiling innocently as you glare.

"i think this is where they start playing the lovey-dovey background music now. should we kiss?"

you can't stop yourself and you rest your forehead on his shoulder as you laugh loudly. "you're insane."

"insane for you." he winks, puckering his lips lightly as you continue to laugh from cringing so much. he was obviously playing around to tease you, and it was working.

however, you finally give in after a few moments as you press your lips on his in a sweet, chaste kiss— your face warm when reo's hand squeezes your side and his fingers trace over your curves ever so lightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

once you pull away, you notice he's more sincere now as he whispers softly, eyes not leaving yours. "you look amazing, y/n. from head to toe, everything about you tonight is even more breathtaking."

now that he's less playful, it means much more to you than it did before. "thank you." you whisper back, the gentle smile on your face changing into a smirk as you suddenly pull him closer by the collar of his suit so that he's resting his forehead against yours. his breath hitches just a bit when you look at him like that. your shimmering lehnga is mesmerizing enough— but your eyes have his knees going weak as he lets out a soft breath and his lips capture yours again.

your hands go up to his shoulders to squeeze as he now uses both of his arms to strongly hold you close to him and he tugs at your bottom lip gently. a few seconds pass and you hear your friends laugh from a distance, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you still continue the kiss but then it starts; the lovey-dovey background music from the inside of the open venue, which makes reo let out an amused huff of air as he picks you up and spins you around, keeping the kiss going until you're both breathless and dizzy.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hello and howdy

Since I can't contain my thoughts here's all the "Mirage" logicistics. Basically they either swap or enhance ones personality, heres a few examples:

Mirage Lenore is way more looney and impulsive, with a practically nonexistant off switch having to be dragged off screaming before she sets anything on fire, her group mainly sticks with her for fear of their own lives and she and Annabel are ALLOWED TO BE GAY!!! HOORAY!!! They still have the pretend to hate each other thing but thats mainly due to Annabel's paranoia

Mirage Duke is a shit magician who constantly looses parts of his tricks, he's also like WAYYY too overdramatic, the kinda mf to fall over if you steal his chip,

"MY CHIP!!"

"Its... its just a crisp.."

"I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT!"

"Oh my god..."

So yeah, pathetic cringefail looser LMFAO, but he is the kinda person to pull a "OMG MY BEST FRIEND! MOVE!" And shove whoever out of his way

Mirage Pluto is if you took a wet cat and made him a golden retriever. He's very hyperactive, social, easily distracted. Mf is like "wanna hear abt my hyperfixations?!" Talks and doesn't wait for an answer a neat thing i did with some characters Mirage's is i inverted stuff abt them like hair, emblems, all that. He still thinks M! Duke's magic is cool

Mirage Berenice is a feral little creature, constantly biting or nibbling on things (mainly Eulalies arm, or her own. I dont think chewlery exists in the victorian era). She's also the queen of being unhinged, in spectre form shes somewhat normal at least. For the most part she's in her own world

Mirage Eulalie is the mean autistic, less into creepy/old things n thinks their lame and/or weird. She's the one dragging Berenice around and keeping the gang from falling apart. Her and M! Morella really out here sharing the only group braincell, shes also blunt as fuck and wont hesitate to tell you you look bad. I wanted to lean more into the japanese part of her character so she just kinda- speaks more of it now (lol idk how else to explain it)

Mirage Morella, like M! Eulalie, is a mean autistic. She's less emotional, and more of "I dont give a damn just get me out of here.", sticks with whatever group she's feelin that day tbh. Won't tell you you look bad, will probably just call you a dumbass and leave

Mirage Annabel is kinda like regular Annabel but without the "Life is like chess" mentality. So more jumpy, kinda a walking talking mental breakdown waiting to happen. Excess paranoia and increase of hallucinations cus pookie and I decided we aren't giving her a break

Mirage Prospero is no longer fancy and polite, he is sopping wet germaphobic wet cat. He will go through great lengths to avoid disease, faints around blood and puke, screams at the sight of his own rats (or just rats/bugs in general), actively raising his and Annabel's blood pressure with how scardy he is.

Mirage Montresor is imo the funniest one cuz he's just a polite little gentleman, doin all the chivalry shit like opening doors, pushing chairs in and out, saying his pleases/thank yous/welcomes, he's even calling everyone "Sir" and "Ma'am". He's still an asshole, but you really gotta provoke him to see that

Tbh, I didn't think much abt Mirage Will since Will to me is kinda just there as Monty's lackey who gets kicked around. SO he's less of a pushover, more demanding, up and refuses what people tell him, bullies M! Monty, he tried bullying M! Ada and M! Morella but bro got his ass kicked. On top of it, he's unfortunately more sexist and stubborn. No more people pleasing ig 🤷‍♀️

Finally, Mirage Ada. What I wanted to do for her is have her be an absolute girlboss who is always serving 100% of the time. Everything she does is her choice and for her and her friends, and and and shes Aroace too, pretty chill when she has to reject someone just like:

"Hey i like u"

"Oh! I don't feel the same but we can still be friends?"

"Ok"

EPIC HIGH FIVE

She also beat M! Will up, good for her

So uh, yeah! Thats all i got. If you have questions, feel free to comment or ask in the askbox. :)

[yandereheathen]

Hellooooooo i just wanted to say i really love Korm so far, its so so gooooooood <3 I would love to see what it looks like when they just go absolutely feral, like if they’re pissed off im curious see what the worst looks like 😈 thank you for listening luv u!!

AHHH MY FIRST ASK <3 I Legit fan girl so hard. I am so happy you like my cutie Korm. I didn't think people would like him this much <3 Here is a little dribble of angory Korm! You were found out: [18+ Yandere Korm OC Fic]

WARNINGS: NSFW (MDI) Knife play, violence, cussing, non-con, dark themes

Your hands shook as you looked up at the message on the phone Korm was holding up to you. It was a plan with your friend. To get you away from this house. You had been so careful. There was no change in your rituals, and you had submitted yourself to all of Korms…new care needs.

I needed to be more careful.

"K-korm, please, I don't know who that is or those messages. I love you, I would never." You tried lying, taking his arm.

He was smiling. You hated it when he did that. It always meant some form of pain would follow for you. You almost laugh thinking about how that smile used to warm your heart now, and it just makes you sick.

"Are you happy, Y/N?"

He lowers the phone, taking your face.

"i-i…am.."

You waver, unable to bring yourself to say what he made you say every night while he raped you while he fucked with not only your body but your whole being. You were so close to breaking that you could feel it.

"No. NO, I AM NOT HAPPY. I HATE YOU. I hate what you make me do. I hate that you lied to me. I hate that your mother and no one else will help me. You are a disgusting, sick, twisted little man. I hope you rot in hell."

You scream at him, the feeling of the last few weeks pouring out of your pain and frustration, and maybe the most prominent piece was his betrayal. It hurt so bad. In a tiny little part of your mind, you did love Korm.

Before he can speak back, you spit in his face.

Then, it was quiet as he blinked down at you. You immediately regret it. "Y/n" He sits up at full height; after this turn, you truly appreciate how big he was when he wasn't pretending. He wipes the spit off with one finger and slowly licks it off, savoring your taste for a moment before he closes his hands around your neck.

"Awww sweet Y/N Cute Y/N Someone just be grumpy from lack of sleep. Thats it. You have been taking such good care of me every night. However, we can't allow little sluts to talk like that to their future husbands, right? Humm?"

You shake your head frantically, crawling his hands around your neck. You try to rasp out pleas to let you go, but his grip is too firm. He moves close to your ear. "Let me get through your thick skull that I might be on the path to rot. However, you will be there with me. My wonderful Caretaker."

He pushes you down on the floor, standing over you, one arm painfully under his boot, the other pressing down on your head.

"You will never leave me Y/N. You were made for me. It is so pathetic watching you try to leave me. So cute. So Weak."

He grinds down on your head painfully. Your ears start ringing as you try vainly to get him off you. "P-please, please, Korm. I am sorry. I am so sorry. It hurts you are hurting me!" You manage to whimper, but as you have learned, this only excites him. How did your sweet, soft best friend turn into this sadistic monster? You didn't realize it was him all along. "Love is Pain Y/N. We will do this until you learn your lesson." He gives your head more pressure just enough to start to see stars before crouching and lifting you by your hair.

"Open" You do so now, crying, your face bruised and red from his boot. He smiles, running his finger around your mouth before playing with your tongue. "So warm. So soft. It's just everything about you, Y/n, so. I n t o x ic i ca ti ng. He whimpers; you see the bulge in his pants, creating a spot of precum from his excitement. Then he spits directly on your tongue, giggling to himself. "Swallow" you do so, almost gagging at the taste of him coating your mouth. "That is a good little one. I taste good, don't I? Savor it, Y/N."

You cry harder now. How could you think about leaving? You know he would find you. It hurt you and anyone who wanted to help you.

He moans at your sobs, kissing them as he pulls you into his lap on the floor. Cooing at you, you knew it was coming before you felt the knife on your back. You sobbed harder as it followed the still-healing scars on your lower back. He lifted you just enough to cut away nothing keeping him from being inside of you before focusing himself in with little to no preparation on your part. You scream out as he ruts inside you, panting as the knife with some sleight of the hand still barely nicks you, and he bounces you on his lap. "F-fuck, that's it. Cry harder, Y/N. Show me how much you love me. You feel so perfect around me now. Dont. I?"

He thrusts in at those last two words. You hide your face in his shoulder, a sniveling mess, and he breeds into you the knife, sending little pangs of pain with unwelcome pleasure.

That's when you realized.

You were already rotting in hell. With him By your side.

"I love you forever. My little Caretaker."

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Can I get Headcannons of Erik with a voice kink, auralism, or scent kink please, Mlle. Sunshine? Thank youuuuu!!!

Why not all three? This is cannon now in my opinion-

Warnings: yandere Erik, stalking, male masturbation, desperate Erik, clothes stealing, general kinkiness, unestablished relationship shenanigans, Erik’s mommy kink makes a brief appearance, I think that’s it

VOICE KINK

Let’s start off with the voice kink aspect, shall we?

Erik loves your voice no matter what! It’s so uniquely you, he finds it addictive to listen to you talk about anything and everything.

Come up behind him and speak into his ear. Watch Erik squirm, trying not to give away the fact you turned him on and how his pants feel unbearably tight.

He’s embarrassed to admit that even just you saying “yes?” In a certain way is enough to make him needy for you.

Call yourself mommy for any reason and he’s coming undone, the poor man can’t handle how sultry your voice is and you’re just feeding into his fantasies at this point.

You could literally just read a dictionary out loud and Erik’s curled up with you mentally ranting about how much he loves you and your voice while looking up at you like you hung the stars.

We already know Erik likes pet names, but have I ever told you his reaction when you first called him sugar in a teasing tone? No? Ok-

I N S T A N T T U R N O N

Erik had to excuse himself saying he forgot something somewhere and that it may take him a few minutes to find it. His actual reason? He had a raging boner.

Erik locked himself in his chambers and started pumping himself like his life depended on it, the sound of your voice overwhelmingly seductive in Erik’s mind. Biting down on his hand to keep gasps and moans from escaping his mouth, rhythmic wet sounds filled the room as precum was smeared up and down Erik’s cock, only halting as your voice echoed through his door.

“Erik, sugar, are you ok?”

Oh God- Erik knew continuing while you were right outside the door was risky at best, but he couldn’t deny the throbbing heat in his cock as you called for him so sweetly.

“O-Oui, yes, I am w-well!”

Slowly, Erik resumed making twisting strokes around his dick, doing his best to muffle any sounds he made and swiping his thumb across the slit of his tip every so often as his climax started to build once more.

“Are you so sure, sugar? I can help you if you need it.”

Erik knew you weren’t talking about his current ‘situation’, but God- did he wish you were. Your voice sounded so alluring when you called him sugar, and Erik wanted nothing more than to let you in and let you do with him whatever you pleased.

Letting out a shaky reply, Erik listened as your footsteps faded from his door before going absolutely feral, shoving his fingers into his mouth to suck on and once again stroking himself rapidly.

So yeah- Erik really, really, likes your voice, and that’s just one of an uncountable number of times he’s cum to the sound of you. AURALISM

Auralism is next!!! WARNING: Erik watches you having solo sexy time without your knowledge!

Erik honestly discovered this kink by accident. He was really missing you, but when he had asked you to come visit him you politely yet firmly told Erik to wait about an hour.

Erik is nothing if not impatient when it comes to his time with you, he needs to be with you during his every waking moment, even if you’re not aware of it.

Erik watched from the shadows as you stole away to your room, your fingers massaging your neck to try and relieve some of the pain in the stiff muscles, something Erik would be more than happy to do for you if given the chance, he thought to himself.

From his passage way inside your rooms mirror, Erik let out a gasp and his face turned red as you began to strip before him.

While Erik was thankful for the view you were giving him, he was puzzled. You had been wearing clothes that were fine for visiting in and it certainly wouldn’t have taken you an hour to put on new ones, but the realization hit him like the sky fell on him as you laid your nude form onto your bed.

Oh. Oh. Erik was all too aware that his pulse was dangerously high and that his blood was violently thrumming beneath the surface of his skin further down, begging for him too touch himself.

His eyes were glued to your frame as Erik took himself out of his pants doing his best to be quiet and avoid your detection, only for you to get up and blow out most of the candles in your room.

Erik felt like he was on the verge of a meltdown as darkness obscured his vision of you, that was until he realized how much better he could hear you.

Every little breath sent shivers down Erik’s body, and you hadn’t even truly started touching yourself yet. He could hear you lay back on your bed as Erik’s hand instinctively traveled lower, a small whimper leaving his throat as he traced his tip with featherlight touches.

And then it started. Erik listened as your hand traced the curves of your body, the sound of your skin igniting all the erectile tissue in Erik’s body.

He felt his eyes flutter closed as he gripped himself fully and bit his lip, slowly moving his hand up and down with the image of you in his head.

If the sound of you tracing your skin was having such a profound effect on Erik, the sound of you beginning to gasp and moan was nothing other than heavenly. Desperately slapping a hand over his mouth Erik started to time his hand in sync with every vocalization you made, fantasizing that it was him making you feel so good.

Focusing his hearing even more if possible, Erik picked up on the final noise he needed to push him over the edge. Goosebumps rose on his skin and he flushed further as Erik picked up on the wet, lewd, sounds of you fingering yourself.

A chorus of ‘ah!’s And ‘mhmm!’s were muffled behind Erik’s palm as his orgasm rocked his body, tears leaving his eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure.

Embarrassed and ashamed after, but now he’s figured out that your sounds take his pleasure to another level, so this will not be just a one time experience.

Eriks favorite sound is definitely a tie between your moans and any wet noise you make.

SCENT KINK

Oh boy-

Erik is admittedly gross with the extent he enjoys your scent.

To the point where he has to keep a pair of your dirty underwear on him or he gets anxious because he can’t smell you.

Erik steals your perfume, clothes, pillows, even things like your hairbrush, just so he can enjoy himself and assuage his negative emotions when they get too volatile.

He gets off while holding your underwear to his face ninety-five percent of the time, and he will wear your clothes no matter how badly they fit him.

Because of how often he masturbates with things that smell like you, Erik actually begins to develop a bit of a Pavlov response. What I mean by that is now whenever he catches your scent, he gets aroused. On that note, since most of Erik ‘sessions’ have drawn out imagines of him eating you out, he starts to salivate and needs something to put in his mouth to hold him over.

Hold Erik over to what exactly? Hold him over until he’s alone and he can put your underwear in his mouth sucking like his life depends on it and his hips rolling into the air desperately seeking friction.

Is definitely one to sneak into your room when you aren’t around so he can bask in being surrounded by things that smell like you, letting out happy little hums all the while.

Stole your sheets one day and replaced them with his own, leaving a note to make you think that your room was just cleaned by management. Eriks on cloud nine, this does lead to him having frequent wet dreams about you, however. Not that he’s complaining-

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@sloppyzengarden

Thats all for now darlings! Enjoy!!!

[thebumblecee]

mateo/tk thoughts 👀 please share (if u want to ofc)

HAPPILY

A lot of these I bounced off @chaotictarlos as well before I feel asleep and they can maybe add some of theirs.

They’re NSFW obviously so they’re under the cut and it’s Tarlteo. If that’s not what you were asking for sorry, I just woke up 😂

This little slice of tummy on show from someone yanking his shirt up and slipping his hands down. It made me go a little feral with ideas:

Those two lying there like that, at work in uniform, was giving me inspiration for them calling Carlos and trying to have a normal conversation, all the while Mateo’s got his hands in TK’s pants. TK has to try keep a straight face and not totally lose it and get them both in trouble.

Carlos has noticed instantly what they are up to. He recognises those gasps and they way he bites that lip. He knows the way his boys look when they’re breaking rules.

Now he has an option: he can play along and pretend he doesn’t notice and they think they got away with it until they’re home or he can call them out and give them instructions (do it like, mijo) or (don’t you dare come baby, you got yourself into this situation you can suffer if until you’re home).

(Votes please)

My OTHER considerations was what would happen if one that call Carlos gave his boys a task.

One has to resist coming for the whole time he’s on the call but the other’s challenge to to make them come before the call ends. Winner takes all that night (so to speak).

TK is so smug looking and he looks at him so fondly.

Basically what I’m saying is I think I just added them lying next to each other in uniform to my one shot WIP list.

What were your thoughts 👀👀 when you saw it?

[kindred-spirit-93]

ah right yes my bad. my diamond fortified memory at it again (med school will be the death of me XD)

also i forgot that theres a hierarchy of sorts to the industry so even with good paying clients luc would still be struggling :(

WAIT WAIT BABY MAMA DRAMA?! theos mum got a sudden change of hear or wut? anyway we stan a single dad who kills for his theo <3 but seriously, theo was dropped at i assume his abusive exs house and then luc left, howd the bitch find them? IS SHE THE ASSASSIN? im joking XD

nooooooooooooo not the friend dying! what has this child done? were they a kid of a client or something? collateral damage? did luc specifically have it out for him for 'stealing' his dove and keeping him out of the nest?? also what oath did they take? empire related or a friendship promise thing? ah my baby how could u sunny?

the suicide pact goes hard ngl. i really love the concept of "hey this apartment looks awful with the blood and God knows what else smeared all over every surface and is no place to live let alone raise a child, but you know what would make this better? pancakes."

as in the world is caving in from every side, (im guessing clients come over not the other way around idk) but its in some ways, still their home. where theo walked his first and drew on the walls (and nearly got himslef killed playing with the washing detergent. no i dont speak form experience)

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okokok idea: its the aftermath of mama dove going absolutely feral, theyve temporarily moved into a smaller place after the break in from theos mother and lucs increasing paranoia. or maybe theyre on the run bc the scene was semi public idk just roll w me here

its a quiant little place in the outskirts of the city, belonged to an old couple (bonus if said couple are a. on holiday and the duo broke in, or b. they were killed and now luc has access to the place) and its the homiest place theyve seen. it was so cosy and inviting it was almost unnerving; rugs everywhere, soft wallpaper, no lingering smell of sweat and bleach and dirt, but instead of flowers and baked goods.

wiping his nose on his bloodied sleeve, luc puts the gun on the mantlepiece and goes to the kitchen to fix something for them. something sweet he thinks for his dove. sugar after a shock was nothing more than a wives tale but it was all he could think of. his eyes rest on some pancake mix.

losing a friend and witnessing murder was not something he wanted for his precious boy. he deserved a better life, a stabler home, a dad who could be there for him *angsty pancake making intensifies* while theo, still high from the shock, starts to consider his options.

the meal was uneventful. awkward almost. what do you say to your dad who brutally killed someone infront of you? what do you say to your child after being the sole reason their only friend was killed?

they talk eventually. something about the pancakes being too sweet. luc snorts and goes to clean the dishes. theo makes his way to the fireplace, registering the weight of the gun in his hand, holding it the way hed seen his own father many a time before. ignoring the gnawing ache of his instincts screaming at him to not do this.

luc doesnt see it coming, which theo is glad for. he didnt think hed like to see the look on his face when he turned and was met with a muzzle of a gun aimed at his head. the light leaving in his eyes would have been too much.

as luc lies there in his blood, confused as to why his dove, his gift, his life and his light, was sobbing next to him. he apologises for maybe the first time in his life for not being a better dad (or even better he cries a bit to parallel his tears when theo was born), and tells theo that he was the best thing to ever happen to him, and how much he love him. how proud of him and the science project he missed last week...

and then he dies. or he doesnt and its hilarious. like: dad no im sorry dont go please! IM TRYING TO REST BE QUIET. *beauty sleep joke*

also yes please luc romance (platonic if im pushing my luck) where he can drop his guard finally. unless the whole point is mysterious murdery enemies with benefits lol.

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alternate ending theo shoots himself and dies nearly instantly. or luc kinda stand there, not really putting 2 and 2 together till he calls out to him one last time then proceeds to peace out.

cue montage of their best moments and the unspoken love and all the feels and replaying their last conversation (theos last words were abt the pancakes being too sweet) and he cant cry from the shock so he just screams till his throat is raw.

holding his dead sons body close to himself, wracked with grief and a. goes on a murderous rampage achilles style (and being killed by da police later) or b. kills himself too.

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bonus bonus the old couple nearly get a heart attack opening the door and finding two people dead (and probably decaying) in their living room (on marge's carpet no less).

THE END I NEED SLEEP I IS TIRED

Have some more of the traumatized dumbass (y’all are going to have an aneurysm tryna read the text lmao I do recommend zooming in that helps) and with more art comes more lore. -Luc was staying with an abusive guy until the baby arrived at his doorstep. After seeing the child he finally found enough courage to run -he gets shot a lot. It’s kind of wild honestly. He had like, what? A solid 8 bullet scars now? It’s a miracle he’s alive. -his own kid once had to remove a bullet lodged in his back (that by some miracle above) didn’t permanently damage him. Trauma +1 -he calls his kid “little dove” -his kid does love him. Is their relationship basically dust now? Sorta. Does his son keep on wishing he died from on of the bullets? Yeah. There’s a whole lot of shit, but they do love each other. They’re all the other has, anyways. (There’s also the fact that if they act like they hate eachother, people wouldn’t target Luc’s son) -after Theo (his kid) shoots him, he literally smiles and goes “I’m glad you can be safe of your own now” Theo cries begging him not to die (whether he does or doesn’t hasn’t been decided). In the end Theo is still just a little boy clinging onto his father’s fingers.

[depravedangelbaby]

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[baxndaid]

ty! can i request a jealous reader with itto, albedo, diluc, and kaeya? sorry if thats too many characters you can pick if you want !!

but also; likea happy ending pls :)

- 🎀

#JEALOUSTYPE

characters ; ALBEDO, ITTO, DILUC, KAEYA, VENTI

prompt ; you get jealous of their close interactions with others

notes/warnings ; some slight swearing :)) emojis + rlly short

i love this idea and i hope u don't mind but i added a character for funsies, enjoy !!

i. albedo

don't get me wrong, you like sucrose but sometimes you feel as if he gives her more attention than he does to you. not only in alchemy projects, but in general, and you can get pretty salty about it. 😇😇

well fuck u albedo babe !! (literally haha jk 🤨🤨🤨)

you begin to hang out with kaeya more, speaking louder when albedo was near you two, laughing, and playfully hitting him after he made a horrible joke he was proud of. though he tried to avoid eye contact when he walked by you and the captain at the tavern, you could feel his eyes glaring at you from the back of the room, ignoring what his students had to show him. the thing he hated the most was that you acted so oblivious and innocent, like you didn't know what you were doing to him.

man shut yo bitch ass up 🤣🤝🤝

once you reached albedo's base on dragonspine, you found him sitting on a wooden chair, leg on top of the other and a strong glare targeted at you, almost like a parent about to scold their child for coming home late.

"well?" he said, standing up and walking closer to you,

"huh?" obviously, you loved seeing the alchemist jealous, it was a rare sight, so you wanted to stretch this predicament out as much as you could. sure it was kind of cruel, but you deserved it !! #gasslight #girlboss #gatekeep

after a few more minutes of interrogation, the scientist finally snapped

"i do not want you to go near him, please"

ii. itto

itto is really stupid

like hes STUPID stupid ykwim

he wont realise that constantly talking and fawning over somebody else, especially in front of you, would most likely make you jealous. everyday, once he got his ass kicked by kujou sara, he would come to you to recover and have his wounds treated. whilst you bandaged him up, he would relentlessly talk about sara, and how he admired her courageousness and whatever (you stopped listening whenever her name was mentioned) after all, you worked under her excellency, kokomi, the shoguns army weren't worth your attention.

but apparently they were worth ittos attention 🙄👎

you finished placing bandages on the feral onii as he finished talking about his latest clash with the kujou captain. sometimes you wished you could just bandage his mouth closed and make him pay attention to you for once, his loving, awesome, significant other, but noo he just had to be annoying and-

"ow ow ow hey!"

looking up, you realized you had tightened one of his bandages too much, the white cloth pressing onto his wound. you mumbled a few apologies before looking down again, thumbing with your left over medical supplies. you felt his sharp claws reach up and stroke your chin, holding your face up for you to see him. eyes softened, he leaded in and gave you a few pecks on your forehead and one on your upper lip.

"wanna talk about it?"

iii. diluc

diluc is too chad to feel jealous, the only person he would feel even mildly jealous about is kaeya 👹👹🙏 but you on the other hand?? naurr you get jealous every week

you see how he and jean interact with each other, with such respect, honour, and suffocating friendliness, but you've convinced yourself that politeness was all it was, after all, you admired jean and you always would. Donna, on the other hand, annoyed you quite a bit. her hands always wondering on him, (though he normally shook her off), flirting with him, fantasizing about him, it was enough to make you sick just thinking about it.

she was well aware that the two of you were together, did that stop her? no 🤡

in fact, it made her more persistent, pushing you away or belittling you when diluc was around, and going back to her normally shy and quirky nature. diluc has told you that he had no interest in her, and has even gone as far as suggesting a ban on her appearance to his tavern. you turned down this offer, it was just a little bit of jealousy after all.

iv. kaeya

mf deliberately makes you jealous just to piss you off and get your attention, hes done it so many times your basically used to it, which means he has to find other means of getting your attention 😇🙏

v. venti

nobody flirts with him so why get jealous?? asf

but, you do get jealous about how much attention he gives to his alcohol and the tavern 🙄👎👎 LIKE not you acting goofy getting drunk off your ass !!

and of course, you always have to drag him home and stay in bed with him until he passes out. though, when you do confront him about his alcoholism and how you would like to spend time with a sober venti, he resorts to singing you songs he wrote just for you, taking walks around windrise and picking the pinwheel flowers near his statue, and of course taking rides and sightseeing with dvalin, just as a reminder that he loves you, his muse, dearly.

though, we all know the next day his goblin looking ass will find its way back inside of that damned tavern 👺🤬

NAVIGATION ♡

[give-soup-please]

So... why do you like the narrator so much?

oh- oh bud, you've opened a can of worms here.

first, his ego. i dunno how it was accomplished, but somehow he comes off as charming more than anyone else. he boasts about how great his own work is, and instead of being repulsed or rolling my eyes (which is usually what happens when i run across egotistical characters) i am thinking to myself, 'yeah! praise your own work! you deserve it!' dude's got an ego the size of a planet, and it's hilarious.

secondly, his earnestness. he wants more than anything else, to pull of a successful story and receive adoration from an audience. if you mess around in the expo long enough he'll talk about how he has so many things he wants to show 'you' (interpretation is in the air on whether or not he's talking to stanley, or us. or both?) he wants this story of his to work so bad, and at his more tender moments (like the memory zone pre... horrors... he genuinely wants to make his audience happy. and speaking of tenderness-

third, that secret hidden side of him. now, this is open to interpretation more than anything else, but there are moments- very small and easily missable moments- that proves this guy has a heart of some kind. when he talks about being happy during the zending, him letting us into an area- THAT HE HID FROM THE DEVELOPERS!!!!!- the fucking french song about the memory zone?????? there is something honest to god tender in him that makes me go feral. i always wonder how he'd operate as a friend to someone outside the context of the parable, which is one of the focus points of the longfic of mine.

fourth, his voice. Kevan Brighting really knocked the performance out of the park, and his range is undeniable. they found a VA who can be sweet, manipulative, malicious, and snarky without overdoing it. he has the range, darling. and uh- y'know,,, i've always loved someone who can rock a nice baritone. goddamn. zoo wee, his voice is lovely, and i could listen to it all day. not everyone liked ultra deluxe for one reason or another, but i was just overjoyed to get more dialogue from him. i think there's two, maybe three hours of extra content, and oooooogh, it really filled a need.

fifth, his snark and sarcasm. i could talk at length all day about this aspect of him. he's so goddamn funny. the way he repeatedly roasts us is fantastic, and driving him off script again and again is a never ending source of entertainment for someone who tends to overreact to characters getting 'burned'. you should have seen me the first time i read pride and prejudice, there are some delicious moments of snark that i used to shout about.

sixth, he's a fucking dork with a poor understanding of humanity. from the uranium line in the demo to the guitar song when you fall out of a window, this dude is a dramatic dork, and i love him for it. this goes hand in hand with his people pleasing tendencies, and i just wanna hug him so bad.

seventh, his relatability. i write a lot, and some struggles are universal among writers. his desire for praise, his frustrations when a script doesn't go to plan, and at the end of the figurine ending, when he talks about his need for companionship and loneliness? as someone who doesn't socialize IRL that often, and who has used fictional characters as both a means of escape and as company during rough times in my life, i've never felt a click that strong with a character before. i felt like i understood him so well in that moment.

eighth, (8!) i just empathize with him so much. the poor bastard is stuck in an eternal loop, doomed by the narrative that he himself constructed. this dude desires freedom so much but can never quite have it due to the structure of his story and his own flaws of being unable to let go- (both his story and negative feedback)- he's an utterly tragic character which is why my fic focuses on giving him an actual happy ending.

anyway, there's eight reasons for you. give me a few hours and i'm sure i could come up with eight more.

someone needs to give this dude a blanket and a hot drink. he's been through too much. and truth be told, besides his overly antagonistic side which crops up in a few endings, i don't think there's a single aspect of him i don't like. i dunno man, i'm pretty soft hearted, and there are days i just want to give him a hug and say, 'you are so loved, you have no idea. you have millions of fans, and i'm one of your biggest'

he's my blorbo, my scrungly, my scrimblo, my beloved, my anchor. 10/10, best boy.