#there issss an eye. watching you.

[draconicace]

just finished reading stagtown and i'm surprised there's not more post-canon fics. or. well. more than fifteen fics total considering how many views the comic's gotten

ah well. the comic's really good! great horror vibes. scary deer and eyes. fun characters that bounce off each other well. there was also an arg part of it at some point that readers got to participate in and affect the story which is cool. okie it's past 1am i have to go to sleep now

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪|| Knock Knock!Hongjoong & San

Pairing: Hongjoong, & San x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: DARK THEME, Dom!Joong, Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Bondage, Pussy Slapping, Humiliation, Infidelity, Shower Sex, Gun Play, Fingering, Rough Sex, Choking, Slapping, Reader Gets Knocked Out With The Gun, Degradation, Oral, Clit Play, Nipple Pinching, Unprotected Sex, Recording The Deed, Spit, Manhandling, Dumbification, once again its Slashtober y’all know what it issss! If I missed anything PLEASE lemme know 👀👀…

Slashtober 24’ Masterlist

NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI🔞!!!!!

Kissing your husband on the lips, you stick your head inside the driver side of the car, blowing kisses to your two little ones in the back. The bursting excitement of them filled the car with smiles. Seonghwa brushes you once more, making you avert your eyes to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He whispers, long slender fingers begin to trace the side of your jaw. Making you snap your eyes back to him, that loving feeling blossoming at your insides. Letting a small smile creep on your face as your kids cheer, and yell to Seonghwa that they wanna leave as quickly as possible. Nodding your head, you place a kiss on Seonghwas lips, letting him know you have a lot of work to catch up on, and it would be best if they went to the beach alone. Letting a brief smile dance among his lips he wishes once more you’d come, kissing the palm of your hand, love swirling within his dark eyes. You kiss his lips once more, your oldest out of the two letting out a small groan, saying how gross it is to see his parents touching lips. Placing the car in park, and pulling out of the driveway, you watch as the car gets smaller and smaller.

Heading back in the house you let out a small groan, clearly battling the temptations of procrastination. It was the first time you got your house to yourself in quite some time. Not that you didn’t love Seonghwa, and your kids. But sometimes you missed the peacefulness the quiet had brought. Sitting at the computer seat you make yourself as comfortable as possible knowing you have hours of work ahead of you. Eyes burning with each passing hour, due to barely blinking you glance down at the time, exhaustion runs all over your body. Grabbing your coffee mug you head to the kitchen when suddenly the doorbell rings, starting you. Making your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole, quietly trying to move around your house.

“Who is it?” You call out, seeing the two strange men in front of your door. Clearly shivering, they both say their name through chattering teeth. Opening the door slightly you peak through the crack.

“How can I help you..?” You whisper out, clearly scared. Flicking on the porch light you see both men fully. Their handsome faces have you opening the door wider, taking in both forms. Their shirts cling to their bodies. Your eyes fight to stay looking at their face as they begin speaking.

“H-Hi mam..our car broke down three miles down the block, our phones died as well. You were the only house that answered the door. We’ve been trying to get help for hours.” San says through chattering teeth. The smaller one looks at you, eyes boring into the side of your face. Clearly making you nervous you clear your throat..

“My husband he’s not home currently.” You explain, eyes barely being able to focus on the eyes of each man. Giving a small tight lipped smile. They both nod understanding, the one with the bigger shoulders asks if he could borrow your phone to call a couple friends. Despite your better judgment you hesitantly nod, cracking your door open a bit wider. Letting them step in, they don’t move far from your front door as they don’t wanna track in water. Grabbing your cell phone you make your way back to both men, lingering not too far to give them privacy to make whichever phone calls they need too.

“Okay thank you..” San says, ending the phone call. With one arm wrapped around his body he calls out for you..

“Mam..excuse me!” He whisper shouts. Not wanting to make any commotion in your house. Making your way back to them with some towels you take your phone back.

“Any luck?” You ask, while looking between the both of them. The smaller one answers first…

“Not til tomorrow, so we will have to tough it out in the car till then.” Shrugging his shoulders they both dry off to the best of their abilities before handing you the towels. As they begin to leave you stop them…

“Wait..!” On the drop of a dime they both halt their movements. Both side eyeing each other with smiles on their faces, they turn with curious looks.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this…and it’s probably not a good idea, I mean we don't even know each other…” as you continue to ramble, they make their way closer to you. San in the back, Hongjoong in the front. As you feel the damp material of their clothes touch your warm skin you stop your rambling.

“We appreciate your hospitality..” San whispers into your ear, his soft lips brush against your heated skin. Letting out a squeak, you nod your head. Not trusting yourself to speak to either of them. Hongjoong studies your every move. Eyes flickering with curiosity. He begins to thank you..

“Would you mind getting us a change of clothes perhaps? I would kill for a shower..” he ends his sentence stepping closer to you, breath fanning across your face. Suddenly you lack all ability to think clearly, nodding your head you have them follow you to your shared bedroom. You are convinced both of them are sirens, so thoughtlessly you follow their word. Photos of you and Seonghwa fill the room. As you step over the threshold of the door your body sends a shiver down your spine. Grabbing them some of Seonghwas clothes you hand them to each man.

“You can keep them, they are just some extra clothes my husband has lying around.” You squeak out, looking at every feature on their faces but their eyes. Grabbing the clothes they both smile at you, heads turning towards you fully.

“Husband? What a lucky man..” Hongjoong purrs out. Letting his cold hand touch yours before taking all the fabric from your arms. Nodding you crack a smile, all three of you starring amongst each other. It feels like the room is boiling in heat. Letting out a small cough you lead them towards the bathroom. Offering them to shower, stressing that warmth is very important. Just as you are about to leave they both thank you. Nodding you tell them you will be down the hall. Leaving them to themselves you don’t travel far, listening as the wet clothing hits the bathroom floor. You have two strange men undressing in your home. Looking at the portraits of you and Seonghwa you place them face down. Not wanting to feel the guilt of breaking such a code of loyalty. Just as you are about to leave the room, the bathroom light catches one of the portraits you are laying down. Biting your lip you want to head out of the room, give them their privacy, but your feet move before your mind can. You stand outside of the bathroom door, peeking inside. Your mouth slightly dropping when you see both naked men, stepping inside of the same shower. Their upper bodies look like they had been sculpted by Gods. The one with the big shoulders had such a defined back with each movement the muscles flexed, the shorter one while he was not as big, he still was muscular, a defined six pack, pecs swollen with muscle. Brain lagging in action, you step inside the bathroom, the warmth from the shower aiding in the heat.

You blink in awe as both of them maneuver under the water. Mouth drying with each movement they do. You were like a love sick teen, clearly caught up in the moment until. San lets out a low whistle, standing like a deer in the headlights. Your jaw tenses, you can’t even make a case to plead as you are caught directly in the act. Opening the glass door, they both step out, bodies fully nude, cocks long and hard just resting on top of their strong thighs. Your eyes immediately fall to it, watching the way Hongjoongs curves, and Sans has a bulging vein.

“Well, well, look what we have here Hongjoong.” San says, water droplets falling off of him.

“I’m-I’m I sw-swear! This isn’t, no, if you just let me expl-.” Your sentence is cut off by Hongjoong stepping in front of you, the heat rolls off of him, almost knocking you out.

“I think I know what you want..” he whispers, letting his hand come up to run across your bottom lip before placing his thumb on your tongue. San wedges you between them both, wet, warm chest touching your back. You can feel his cock pressed against your lower back.

“You wanna be fucked good, don’t you?” San whispers into your ear, letting out a small moan.

“You wanna be fucked rough?” Hongjoong whispers out, getting closer to your face. Lips brushing against yours. Your face heats, feeling a flush run across your body you nod slowly. Hands clenched into fists. You know this is wrong, your brain is screaming ‘what about Seonghwa?’ But against your better judgment you follow through, continuing to nod. Agreeing that this is what you want. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he pulls your face closer to his..

“I need a yes, not just a head nod.” His bottom lip brushes yours, nodding your head once more you tell him verbally that this is what you want. Everything happens so quickly, they are pushing you to the running shower, stripping your clothes as you get closer to the steamy area. Before you know it you are naked, sandwiched in between both men. With their lips hot on your skin, hands flying all over your body, this is going to be a night no one will never forget.

~

“Look at that San.” Hongjoong says through a laugh, continuing to pump his throbbing cock inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises, mixing with the heavy breaths from both of them cloud your mind, not even hearing your phone ring. San lets out a laugh, lightly slapping the side of your face repeatedly, trying to bring you back to reality. Grabbing the front of your neck, Hongjoong tilts you head back, the pressure from his hand makes you let out a loud moan.

“Don't you hear that baby? Your phone is ringing. Should we answer it?” He huffs into your mouth. Drinking in every breath you blow in his face, tongue darting out to lick up the small drool that’s leaving your mouth, you thoughtlessly nod. Slowing his thrusts, San reaches out of the shower grabbing your phone, answering it.

“Hello?” You hear Seonghwas voice, it feels like you are in a tunnel, the echoing of his voice is in your ears, yet you can't seem to understand why.

“Hello? Y/N?”

Lowering his moist lips to your ear he growls in them..

“Answer him, or I will.” Jerking his hips once more inside of you, digging deeper, bumping directly against your cervix.

“Hel-Hello..?” You groan out, hissing at the way San digs his nails into your hips, slowing his pace down. Letting the head of his cock bump against your swollen clit. With his cock sliding between your wet pussy lips, and Hongjoong arranging your guts you could barely come up dough a logical thought.

“You alright?” Seonghwa asks, concern lacing his voice. Biting your lip, you nod as if he could see you through the phone. Palming the fat of your ass, Hongjoong brings you down further on his cock. His oozing tip completely crushing your g spot. Making you let out a whimper. San lets out a small giggle, pumping his hips faster, the tip of his red cock brushing your clit with each stroke. Bringing his hand down, he grabs his member, continuing to stroke in between your sticky lips. The steam from the shower adding onto the extra moisture.

“Ye-Yea.” You say clearing your throat.

“I’m alright, just a super hot shower, the steam is getting to me, along with all the work.”

Letting out a small sigh of relief Seonghwa goes on to tell you that due to the storm they will be hunkering down at Wooyoungs house on the beach. You barely hear any words that come through the phone speaker, the hot breath that is on the back of your neck from Hongjoong is clouding your thoughts. The deep strokes he’s giving your cunt, letting quiet sloshing noises. Not too sure if Seonghwa can hear the noises, you quickly wrap up the call, telling him you love him. While you have a cock stuffed up your cunt, and sliding between your pussy lips. As soon as the call ends San halts his strokes. Dropping to his knees, his tongue starts toying with your throbbing clit. Hongjoong resumes his slow deep strokes, reaching around to grab your breast, he pinches your nipple. Making you let out a howl.

“You love him?” Hongjoong whispers in your ear, hips driving back far before slamming into you at full force. Knocking your g spot each time, Sans tongue flickers over Hongjoongs length from time to time, collecting any fluid that leaks out of your used hole. Wrapping his soft lips against your clit, he nibbles on it before giving it quick, firm sucks. Bringing his hand down to touch his neglected cock he pumps it at the pace Hongjoong strokes your insides with.

“Answer me!” Hongjoong grits out. Teetering on the edge of bliss trying to hold himself off as long as possible. You choke out a breath letting out a loud whine. Clutching the top of Sans head, as he throws one of your legs over his broad shoulder. The hot water runs down your body, certain streams aim at your other neglected pebbles nipple.

“I don’t know.” You whine out, the hazing clouds still blur your mind and eyes. You do love Seonghwa, that’s why you married him, settled down with him, had kids with him. Yet here you were getting pleasured by two men who were not your husband. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

“Fu-Fuck.” Your hips stutter against Sans face, his tongue continuing to flicker against your clit as he sucks on it like it is a piece of candy. Hongjoongs nails dig deeper into the flesh of your hips. As he begins to slam you up and down his length, he snatches you off of Sans mouth. His dark eyes immediately meeting Sans.

Rolling his shoulders, San stands up, back firm against the shower wall, he grabs one of your nipples rolling it between his thumbs, the other grabbing his cock, tapping it against his stomach, Hongjoong slams you against Sans front. His pace is no longer slow and deep. He begins hammering away at your insides while San wedges his cock between both of your bodies, pumping his body slowly against the lower flesh of your stomach. The sudden change in pace has you gripping Sans shoulders trying your best to remain steady.

“Oh-Oh my god.” You chant over and over again.

“Hong-Hongjoong please!” You squeal out. Bringing his hand down to you with your clit, San picking up speed as well, the wet, soft flesh makes his cock leak all over your skin. Feeling his balls beginning to tighten, San pinches your clit, the warm water running from his arms down to your abused clit gives you that final push you need, causing your back to arch against Hongjoong who thrusts once more before pulling out and cumming all over your ass. San pumps a few more times before coming all over your lower belly, the cum squirting quick and hot all over your flesh.

Letting out a breathy moan you lean your body weight against San, head laying against his shoulder. Letting out a sigh, San pats your sticky ass. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, Hongjoong grabs soap and begins to clean the cum off of you.

“Hey…you alright?” San whispers into your ear, the water droplets from his face tickle your nose, looking up at him you nod. Not even uttering a word as your body is spent. Wrapping up the shower you both end up in your bed. Your body crushed between the both of them, the warmth radiating from them as your body being pulled into a deep sleep. As one rubs small circles with his thumbs on your upper shoulders, the other is rubbing small circles on your lower back. Your eyes fall heavy with sleep, abandoning your phone in the bathroom, your morals in the shower, and your respect for your relationship in the very bed all three of you lie in, the very same bed that normally would occupy you and your husbands bodies.

As your breathing gets heavier San and Hongjoong look up from your sleeping frame. A mischievous grin breaks out on Joongs face. Slipping away from your bed, they head back into the bathroom. Quiet steps as both men move, making sure not to startle you awake.

“What do you think?” San says, leaning against the bathroom sink. Folding his arms against his naked chest. Hongjoong stands in the middle of the bathroom, looking around.

“What do you think?” He looks at San, that playful smile taking over his face once more. Nodding his head San turns around, beginning to rummage through the bathroom cabinets. Taking out the items that catch his eye.

“Black Opium, let’s give it a smell.” Spraying the cologne in the room, waving his hand through it, San hums in approval.

“They got some super nice stuff, look at all these pieces of jewelry.” Hongjoong whispers as he thrifts through the drawers in the bathroom, taking every piece of jewelry out and admiring it. Wafting his hand back and forth he covers his nose.

“San this isn’t a bath and body works!” Hongjoong quietly hisses, annoyed at the various scents swirling in the bathroom. Shooting Hongjoong a sheepish smile, he places the body sprays down. Muttering a quiet sorry, before giggling and sifting through them once more.

Moving from room to room, they venture all over the house, even going as far as dressing in the some of Seonghwas clothes. Parading around in them, mocking the relationship you both had shared. Mouths stuffed with your children’s snacks, leaving crumbs and food everywhere. With full bellies, bodies covered in glamorous jewels, and expensive perfumes, they make their way back to you and your husbands shared bedroom. Just as San lays down, Hongjoong spots a tucked away door in the back of the bedroom, almost naked to the human eye unless you were truly looking for it.

“What?” San says, acknowledging Hongjoongs strange movements. Hongjoongs feet move before his brain can come up with a reply to San, opening the door, he steps in. Eyes boring with shock, it was a safe room. Gun cases, the true expensive items, jewelry, perfumes, clothing items. It was a dream come true for constant travelers such as himself and San.

“Wow..” is all he could come up with, his body vacant for words. Take, take, take, is all he could think. That’s all he could do, take advantage of the situation, take your items, and most importantly take your feelings, and stomp on them. Letting out an annoyed sigh, San stands up lugging his tired body to where Hongjoong stood. Just as shocked as the man, but more annoyed due to the lack of sleep. Letting his eyes crinkle with joy, he glares at San giving him a knowing look. Looking back at Hongjoong with just as an evil glint he nods his head, understanding his exact thoughts without even speaking a word. Quietly closing the door, they make their way back to the bed where you are soundly asleep. Each of them crushing each side of your body. Before either of them can drift off to sleep, they give each other one more knowing glance laced with mischief before letting a light slumber take both of their bodies over.

~

The bright shine of the sun pokes at your eyelids, causing your face to crinkle with annoyance, slightly moving your body but you are stopped by a body right behind you, pulling you close to their chest. Your eyes immediately shoot open to be welcomed by Hongjoongs bright eyes staring back at you. His deep gaze puts you into a state of shock. A man that is not your man, in your shared bed, while a strong arm begins to rub the lower part of your stomach making your body slightly jump.

“Just relax…we don’t bite.” San whispers breath cool with a minty hue, but timber due not being awake long. Putting his fingers under your chin Hongjoong brings your face back to look at him.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, eyes twinkling with danger. He’s observing your every move, studying you. Brain instantly turning to putty you nod your head, letting him know you heard him, brain not quite understanding him.

“Go on, pretty girl, tell him how you slept.” San insists, giving your lower belly a reassuring pat. The smoothness in his tone has you seeing stars in the early morning.

“Pe-Peaceful.” You say stuttering slightly. Nodding his head Hongjoong brings his hand up to rub across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, rubbing his thumb along the gums of your bottom teeth. He held so much dominance in such small acts, his energy suffocated everyone in the room. Your eyes dart to his tattoo..blinking twice your eyes look back at him, pulling his hand back he sticks his thumb in his mouth, savoring your taste.

“No one like me…” you whisper while running your fingers over his bicep. It sounded like a question more so than a statement. Raising his eyebrow he smiles at you, his perfectly white teeth on display for you. Nodding his head he looks as your fingers lightly trace the dark ink on his skin.

Giving your waist a slight hard squeeze, San tells you to head to the bathroom and get ready for the day. Nodding your head you crawl out of bed, making your way towards the bathroom, closing it behind you. Kicking his feet, tossing his arms behind his head, San cockly lays in the bed.

“Very obedient thing.”

Getting up from the bed, Hongjoong makes his way towards San, standing over him. His smaller frame barely intimidating San. Remaining with his feet kicked up, Hongjoong knocks his feet off of the bed.

“Did you do what I asked of you?” Rolling his eyes San peaks one eye open at him, before shutting it.

“Yes I did.” He replies sing songy. Voice laced with excitement.

“Hongjoong, when have I ever let you down.” He says sitting up, face mere inches away from Hongjoongs. Placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, he swings his feet off the bed. Slapping his hands on Hongjoongs shoulders. Before Hongjoong can rebuttle he hears the water in the bathroom cut off..

“Everyone in their places!” San sings, hopping around the room. Just as the bathroom door swings open, you see Hongjoong standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. When a sudden screech noise catches both of your ears. San drags in one of the dining room chairs. Placing it mere inches from you, waving his hand so you would sit. Holding his hand out he guides you to the chair, his hands rub at your shoulders, beginning to ease the tension in them. San begins to pepper small kisses along your neck to your earlobe. The warmth of his soft lips beating your body. Just as you are about to open your mouth to moan, it gets cut by something cool wrapping around your ankles, shifting, tying the belts in places he moves into wrapping your wrist. You don’t even attempt to stop them too wrapped up in the way San is attacking your neck, nipping at your pulse.

“We just wanna do something different with you, doll.” San purrs into your ear. Your pussy immediately grows moist at his voice.

Nodding your head dumbfoundedly, you let them have their way with you, ripping pieces of clothing off till you are nude, shredded fabric surrounds all of you. Pulling out his phone San hands it to Hongjoong who starts to record your neck being practically eaten up by San, baring his teeth nipping at the delicate skin on top of your pulse. You let out breathy moans with each bite. Getting closer, he wets two fingers before running them over your cunt, hearing the squealing of your pussy against his fingers he realizes he didn’t even need to lick them.

“Open your mouth.” Hongjoong says quietly taking in your form, chest heavy with each breath. Your breast move with each movement you do, jiggling in his eyesight. Opening your mouth, San stuffs a wash cloth inside of it, they both begin to do their best work, bringing you on the brink of ecstasy before tearing it away from you.

Rubbing his fingers sloppily over your clit, you bite the wash cloth in your mouth, tears streaming down your face. Tilting your head back at the pressure building inside of you. Squishing your face, your wet eyes bore up at Hongjoong.

“Don't be rude.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks even tighter. San zooms in on your phone, making sure to catch the tears streaming down your face. Letting out a low moan, San gets upon close to you and Hongjoong, squishing his face next to yours with his fingers continuing to sloppily play with your sticky clit. He continues to poke fun at you.

“What a slut for pain.” Letting out a squeal of a laugh he pinches your clit, pushing you to orgasm. Your sticky fluids leaking all over the chair beneath you, wetting your inner thighs, all the way down to your ankles. Your eyes puff with tears, wiggling your body, pleading with Hongjoong to stop. Stop what though? Orgasm after orgasm…? Or stop humiliating you..?

Pausing his hand he brings his fingers up to Sans mouth, eagerly sucking your essence off of Hongjoongs fingers, he flips the camera onto them making sure to record him sucking Hongjoongs fingers clean before dropping in a squat, catching a close up of your twitching cunt.

“I wonder if Seonghwa ever made you cum this much.” San breaths out. Watching your pussy clench around nothing makes him and Hongjoong laugh loudly.

“Don’t tell me..” Hongjoong says through a laugh, fingers coming to tweak one of your perked nipples. Making you squeal, the heat begins to spread all over your body. You are embarrassed that they keep bringing up Seonghwa. You should be ashamed that you are allowing them to mock your marriage, mock your husband, but you can’t deny the flush of feverish need that spreads from your head to your dripping pussy.

“I don’t think he’s ever made her cum this much Hongjoong.” San says while laying a firm slap against your pussy. The roughness of his hand has your back arching as far as it can in the restraints. Standing up Hongjoong picks up the gun that was taken out of the hidden room, grabbing the handle of it, and shoving the cold metal against your swollen clit. The temperature difference has you practically doubling over. Setting the phone up on the nightstand. San makes his way back over, pulling his pants down so they sit right below his balls, hard cock springing out. Pulling the rag out of your mouth, you cough, chest heaving with fresh air. The saliva that has built in your mouth begins to drop all over you, some splashing and hitting his stiff cock. Letting out a small whistle he grabs the back of your neck.

“Spit on my cock again.” He says, biting his lip. Gathering all the pooled spit you have in your mouth you spit on his cock again, his head dropping back. He moans, beginning to stroke his cock steadily making sure to aim his cock towards your mouth.

Beginning to move the gun once more, he toys at your clit with it. A loud moan leaves your mouth, eyes growing hazy, you don’t know where to look. Toes clenching with each stroke of the cold metal against your abused clit. Knowing you are in a dangerous situation, your body is on fire. Yet the anticipation of cumming once more clouds your judgment. Your brain is screaming at you to pull it together to scream for help, but your loins are ignited. Pausing the handle on your clit, he pulls it away resulting in a whine from you. Sans eyes growing twice the size.

“Oh god Hongjoong, she’s a pain slut.”

“An adrenaline junky.”

Biting your lip you begin to call out to Hongjoong, San stops stroking his cock. Placing it back in his pants. With every step back he takes, you watch his cock jump. The thick vein that runs down the side throbbing with each movement. Giving the gun to San, Hongjoong inches closer to you, movements as fluid as water, and just as deadly as much. Standing behind you in the chair, he kneads one of your breasts, while slipping his fingers into your sopping cunt. Resulting in a loud moan, tossing your head back. You wiggle in your chair, as Hongjoong continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, practically bringing you over edge once more. He haults his movements just as you feel the tip of the cold metal gun against your forehead. Instantly choking on your moans, your eyes fly open, head tilting down lazily looking at San holding the gun against your forehead. The handle slick with your arousal mixed with some of your cum. Your throat feels like it’s being constricted, the web you have weaved is now the one compressing you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You manage to choke out. Eyes flooding with tears once more. Hongjoong pinches your nipple, the sudden feeling tossing you from the initial reaction of shock.

“You really are a pain slut.” Hongjoong murmurs into your ear, you can feel his sinister smile across your earlobe. Basking in the fact they have you caught in such a predicament. With his fingers on the trigger San crushed the cold steel against your forehead. His fingers crush deeper into your cunt, brushing right against your g spot. Biting your bottom lip your eyes begin to fill with tears. His thumb begins to harp harshly over your used clit. The pads of his finger toy with your spongy spot, rubbing against it continuously. The adrenaline that boils through your veins is running its course. Your heart pumps swiftly with each second that passes. San looms over your shaking figure. Hands digging into the flesh of your palms, you begin to pant.

“Pull it.” Hongjoong says, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck. Leaving small bruises behind, leaving marks so when they found you, that they would have understood that you would have been claimed.

“N-no.” You moan out. Hongjoongs fingers begin to dance quicker on your g spot. Pussy leaking all over once more. Soppy noises bounce off the room, falling on your deaf ears. All you can hear is the rush of your blood through your body, heart hammering away.

“Pull it San.” Your cunt gushes at his skilled fingers, body shaking with adrenaline. Pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Pull it San.” Hongjoong says louder, identical grins gracing both of their faces. Your thighs try to close around Hongjoongs hand.

“No San pl-fuck-please!” You practically yell out, the room begins to spin. It feels like your heart is rattling in your ears. With your orgasm approaching, and Hongjoong yelling at San to pull the trigger your nerves are at an all time high. Your head clouds with judgment. You are on the brink of death and on the brink of an orgasm.

“Do it San! Do it!” Hongjoong yells, ending his sentence with a high cackle. Just as you watch Sans finger move to firmly grasp the trigger, Hongjoong flicks your clit hard once more, giving his fingers one more harsh thrust over your g spot. As you are moaning at San not too, he pulls the trigger, the clicking noise rings in your ears as do your loud screams from your crushing orgasm. You squirt all over Hongjoongs hand, your clear liquid pushes his hand out of your cunt. The liquid splashing at your feet, splashing on Sans pants, sprinkling him with your juices. Your head falls back, chest rising and falling rapidly after such an intense moment. Your head slumps forward, eyes shut tightly. Brushing his thumb over your clit once more your body jolts, letting out a loud shriek.

Grabbing the phone, San steps back, letting Hongjoong get a close up of your spent cunt, spreading your folds to get an up close shot. Tilting the camera up at you. Letting out a small laugh..

“Say hi to Seonghwa, baby.” You're hazy with exhaustion. The sound of Seonghwas name on Hongjoongs lips fell on deaf ears. You are in the moment but not present in it. Ending the video he tosses the phone back on the bed. Your face flushed from various orgasms.

“I think she got fucked dumb.” San says, poking the back of your head with the tip of the gun. Making your head slump further.

“Good, makes it easier.” Hongjoong says, stepping closer to you. Gathering both of your cheeks in his hand, squishing your face. Salvia begins to pool out of your lips falling in a thin string. Placing a small kiss on your moist lips, he steps back looking at San.

“The more obedient you are, the faster this will go.” Your ears slightly perk up at his sentence. Eyes slowly drifting up while still being semi incoherent you raise an eyebrow confused at what he meant. Raising the butt of the gun San hits you in the back of the head instantly knocking you out, all your body weight falling forward the chair creaking at the sudden drop. The restraints hold you back, but your head still hits Hongjoongs chest. Placing the gun on the dresser, San wipes it clean with a towel from the bathroom.

Untying the belts that were holding your body to the chair, your body flops forward hitting the bedroom floor. The noise startling San..

“A warning will be nice next time.” Walking closer to your body, he looks at the chair that is pooling in your slick.

“Shut up, and help me.” Grabbing your legs while Hongjoong grabs your arms, they carry you to the living room, letting you hit the floor with a thud.

“What are we going to do with her?” San ponders out loud.

“We could leave her here, send the videos to her husband, and take the valuables.” Hongjoong says, sitting on the couch above your body. San shakes his head not liking the idea. Pacing back and forth in the living room, he spots a shed in your backyard. Glancing over to Hongjoong who is deep in thought. A small smile creeps on his face..

“I have the perfect idea..” he says through a small whisper, beelining it to the shed he rummages through the gardening equipment before stumbling upon a shovel. Lugging it to the backyard he sticks it in the ground.

“Hongjoong! Hongjoong!” He shouts from outside, glancing over at Sans excited form his eye twinkles with mischief. Making his way back inside they both give each other a knowing glance before grabbing your body once more and carrying it outside. There was a lot of work to be done..

~

With an aching feeling in your body. You blink slowly, eyes filled with crust. The brightness of the sun poking your eyes once more. Going to wipe your eyes your movements are stopped by your arms not being able to move. Your eyes shoot open, waking you from your daze, looking around you are trying to bring in your surroundings. Eyes pooling with tears. Letting out a croak, you begin panting, chest thick with emotion. You were buried up to your neck in the ground, a pile of dirt hugging your neck.

“She finally woke up!” San cheers out loud, his voice startling you, as you are not able to see him. The voice continues to cheer from behind you, trying to turn your neck every which way to see him. Dragging the shovel forward he pins it in the dirt in front of you, both men coming into sight.

All three of you have a quiet stare off, not much words need to be said. Accepting your fate your eyes start to overfill with tears, stealing your face you try to shake them off. A mug etched across your face. You look at both men in disgust.

“I hate both of you.” You grit out through clenched teeth. Laying a hand on his chest dramatically Hongjoong rolls his eyes, taken back by your harsh words.

“Both of us? What did we do!” San exclaims

“You both did this to me.” You grit out, annoyed by the theatrics both men are showing.

“All we did was bring you pleasure.”

“Orgasm after orgasm.”

“That sounds like a good time to me.” San says with a shrug. Clearly not phased by your annoyance. Tears streaming down your face you begin to scream for help. Letting out a moan, he grabs his cock through his pants.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby, no one will hear you.” Hongjoong says as San strokes himself through his pants. Turned on by the events rolling out in front of him. You continue to yell for what feels like hours, your throat feeling hoarse with each shriek you eventually quiet down, tears wetting the out around your neck, leaving smears of grime on your skin.

“Please…” you squeak out in a tired tone, voice raw with emotion.

“Please what? Please you’ll do anything?” San says with a devious smirk on his face. Nodding your head swiftly you bite your lip, hoping they’d let up on this current torture you’re in.

“Like…calling your husband and telling him that you cheated on him?” Hongjoong asks. Your eyes bulge. Biting your lip, nostrils flaring, they both are dancing around this current sharade with you. Shaking your head no, they both begin to snicker. Eye twitching you begin to scream..

“I did nothing wrong!” You scream at the top of your lungs, chest barely being able to heave as the pressure from the dirt is practically crushing you. San and Hongjoong look down at you with massive grins covering their faces.

“You guys fucked me! I didn’t fuck you! You came on to me!” You stress as much as you can, trying your best to wiggle your body beneath the dirt. Groaning in frustration you continue to yell profanities at both men in front of you, just as you are about to tell them to fuck off you hear the sound of you moaning. Eyes growing wide you stare up at the men in front of you.

“Sent!” San says in a chipper tone, setting the phone down just mere inches away from your face, there you were screaming Hongjoongs name in the shower. The slurping noises of San on your clit, and Hongjoong hammering away at your cunt.

“We sent it to every contact in your phone.” San replies in a sarcastic tone. His tone underlying a ‘matter of factly’ hue to it. Sent it to everyone in your contacts? That means it got sent too…

“I believe Seonghwa was his name right?”

“Righttttt!” Hongjoong says, foot still planted firmly on the shovel in the miniature dirt pile. Your eyes grow big, jaw dropping like you had a mouth full of rocks. You feel the back of your throat close up, the stinging of tears begins to burn your lash line. With the lack of oxygen it makes your head spin with dizziness, and disbelief.

“You guys fucked me.” You grit out through clenched teeth, practically seething at the mouth. Saliva being spit out at them. You watch as Sans figure makes its way towards you with a giant piece of rock, your eyes are trying to focus on both men. Hongjoong who has now plucked the shovel out of the dirt, and is firmly grasping the handle of the shovel, while San is making his way towards you with the giant rock. As tears begin to stream down your face, the salty liquid moistens the cold dirt around your neck.

“Oh pretty girl…” Hongjoong purrs out. With San swinging the giant rock in the air, holding it still above his head as he’s getting ready to drop it, they both look at you with a devilish grin.

“We are about to fuck you more ways than one.”

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[crxss01]

— Finally

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ percy jackson x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you and percy confess to each other after an argument while you both fought a monster.

warnings ✧˖ ° violence (they are fighting a monster), making out in the middle of a fight, curse words.

m. list, main m.list.

"you do know that this is all your fault, right?" percy yelled at you as you both fought the scythian dracanae side by side.

"my fault? what the fuck are you—" you looked at him in disbelief but then regretted doing so when the she-monster took the opportunity to take a swing at you with one of her serpent trunks.

percy deflected the attack that was made towards you, pushing you out of the way. "stay focus!" he yelled.

"i will when you stop blaming every misfortune on me!" you yelled and attacked the female reptile.

"sssssstop, your argument givessss me a headache!" the monster demanded.

"you can get headaches?" percy asked with a chuckled.

you couldn't deny that it sounded so goddamn attractive, and it made you more mad than you were already.

"shut up, percy." you told him. "stay focus, remember?"

"here you go again." he complained, now fighting the dracanae on his own as you were knocked off your feet. "you okay?"

"yes, i'm okay." you answered, just laying there for a second going over memories of decisions you had made and regretting them before standing back up and holding onto your sword tightly.

"good, because you keep getting distracted. stop that or you will get yourself killed."

this bitch.

you rolled your eyes but he was right, you needed to stay focus on the fight. you briefly wondered why it was taking so long since percy was an excellent fighter and he could've killed the dracanae in five minutes flat.

"why. haven't. you. kill. this. thing." you panted out, landing a blow after each word.

"i don't know, maybe i wanted to spend time with you." he said sarcastically or at least you thought it was.

"very funny." you said dryly, why did he have to play with you like that.

"is not a joke though." percy said, feeling a bust of courage.

your head snapped to him so fast that you thought you might have gotten whiplash. "what?"

"look, i know this isn't the most convenient moment to say this but i’m full of adrenaline so imma take the chance to tell you that i like you." percy sighed and stopped fighting.

the dracanae stood there staring at the scene of you two completely forgetting about her.

"unfortunately for you..." you made a face, just for the drama of it and watched percy's face slowly fall. "i like you too."

percy let out a dry chuckle, throwing his head back with another sigh then shaking his head. "i hate you so much..." he mumbled then walked to you.

he grabbed your face between his hands and attached his lips to yours. you dropped your sword, putting your arms around his neck and kissing him back with as much passion as he was. it was so addicting, the smell of sea salt and the taste of blueberries of his lips was driving you crazy from just a few seconds of kissing.

you two separated then leaned back in after taking a few deep breath's, this was exactly what you needed right now. you could kiss him all day and not get tired of it. his hands came down from your face to your neck, to your shoulder until they rested against your hips.

"how dare you two do thissssss infront of me!! thisss issss—" the dracanae got interrupted by the humidity coming off the ground and turning to water that engulfed around her, drowning her voice inside of it.

you unfortunately couldn't see that at the time because you were too busy kissing percy jackson, your boyfriend? maybe.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

[dizscreams]

Romantic headcanons with lil ol hobie

Absolutely 🫡

Romantic Headcanons with Hobie Brown — ★

I don’t think you guys would go out for dates I think a lot of the time it’s hanging out in each others room

Like he’s strumming his guitar and you’re studying or drawing whatever JUST YES

I think he’d definitely prefer that than taking you out to a fancy restaurant or smth like that

Maybe even movie nights?

Random thought but a little self care night 🤭

Maybe face masks (which he was reluctant to do but you made him anyway), painting each others nails, etc etc

Not really self care but him helping you dye your hair!!! Can’t get that thought out of my head

OMG SHOPPING WITH HIM!! You dragging him shopping and he acts like he doesn’t wanna be there but he actually kinda likes helping you pick out stuff

Don’t even get me started on you making him carry all of your bags or you showing off to him in the dressing room 👀

UGH OMG I HAD A CUTE THOUGHT!! One time he watched you do your makeup and he wanted to learn how to do eye liner

So you taught him one day and he likes doing eye liner every now and again

Maybe you were on his lap and did it for him one day! (He wouldn’t let you do a full face of makeup on him though 😔)

Likes picking out jewelry for your outfits

If you guys are opposites I can see a lot of playful arguments about each others music tastes

He definitely likes at least one song you showed him but wont admit it cause he’s stubborn!

If we’re gonna talk about physical touch I’d say he likes it just definitely not in public

Maybe a hand on your shoulder sometimes but other than that I’m not sure

In private though he’s always leaning his head on your shoulder or putting his head on yours

Likes to tease and make fun of you

Jokingly ofc he’d never let it go too far

He issss in a band so ofc you’re going to almost every performance of his

Veryyy protective when it comes to his job and you

Doesn’t like letting you come to fights with him or trying to help cause he’s terrified you’re going to get hurt

If you’re also a spider person you guys make a rlly good duo

He’s just a really laid back guy in general so he doesn’t raise his voice at you

Maybe on accident a few times but he always apologizes ofc

He’s respectful 🫡

OMG RANDOM BUT NAPPING TOGETHER

WHEWWW imagine you both got done with a fight and you just need to rest so you take a nap together! Or if you’re not a spider person then you both had a hard day and wanted to take a nap together

I don’t think he gets jealous thaaat easily. Like someone would have to be THROWING themselves at you and he’ll step in.

He wouldn’t be starting fights or drama honestly I think he’d just wrap an arm around your waist and walk away with you

I think he’ll go on random tangents about stuff he’s interested in or even abt stuff he doesn’t like 😭

You’re just listening to him like “yeah totally” because he’s talking so fast

He’s proud of your guy’s relationship and he’s caught himself talking about you a lot to his friends

He tries to shut up before they say anything but they’re already teasing him

BUT ID SAY OVERALL he’s just a really chill dude who likes spending time with his partner :)

All I can think of rn so I hope you enjoyed! and ty for all the requests I’ll be working on them all day <3 🫡

[temmtamm]

I saw your “So is you’re type losers or brokies, cause it can’t be both.” reply and I'm laughing at the idea of the reader being one of bill’s exes and just going “hard to say. I mean which one are you?”

And number one on the ten ways to piss a demon off issss…this!!

Yeah, he did NOT wait over thirty years to escape theraprism just for you to hit him with that line. Normally, he’d punt you into the earths core, but, he’s feeling a bit nicer.

…

Or he’s been weakened from the theraprism.

Adding onto the idea of him having watched you for all that time through that brand in your skin, he had grown very…exhausted at just seeing things anymore.

He is joined at your hip. Permanently. Doesn’t matter if you want him there or not, he’s going to be there.

And trust, he will find every excuse in the book to touch you.

And your little boy-toy?? Oh…he’s not around anymore. When questioning Bill, bill just brushes it off with a, “Oh, that creep?? He was just a placeholder for me, someone to keep my seat warm, if you will. Well, now that I’m back, we won’t be needing him anymore, dollface.”

He might actually start tweaking if you try to cover your brand or you wear a shirt that covers your chest. He had gotten so used to seeing through your eyes 24/7, he’ll actually crash out if he can’t monitor your every move in your day to day life when you’re not with him.

Trust, you will start seeing more and more triangles in your life, so at least he has other ways to watch over you if you’re being stubborn.

You can’t escape him, you can’t kill him, he’s like a cockroach.

He’ll always come back.

[angelicpoison12]

walking w/ the eggs ღ

You help Alastor with getting rid of the eggs. Of course, more bonding is done rather than harm.

MFA, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Who would’ve thought some talkative, energetic, and annoying eggs could’ve brought you and Alastor closer?

— ✩ —

You finally finished hammering in the final nail to Charlie’s poster. It read, ‘Happy 1st Week, Sir Pentious’. Charlie was so bubbly and full of energy as she told Vaggie, “I’m so happy Sir Pentious decided to stay at the hotel!” You noticed she was so excited that she dragged out the ‘el’ in ‘hotel’, and it was really cute. That was just something Charlie often did, and you adored it. You kinda wished you could be as optimistic as her. “Uhm, just a few days ago, he was trying to blow up the hotel..” Vaggie cautiously reminded Charlie. Sir Pentious then walked by with a large machine; it looked like the combination of a canon ball and a flamethrower. Your eyes widened, and all you did was nudge Vaggie nervously, climbing down the ladder you were on. “Uhm, Sir Pentious, what’s that?” You asked nervously. “Ah! Hello, my fellow resssident! I call this ‘The Ssskin Flayer 1100’! It issss my newessst invention! I am looking forward to ssshooting the other ressidents!” “What?! Why?” Charlie asked, seeming confused. You noticed Sir Pentious press against his creation almost protectively as he nearly hissed under his breath, “Everyone is too nice! It musst be some sort of trick!” Vaggie then sighed as she said “Pentious, people are nice because they’re genuinely nice. Nobody wants to hurt you-“ Right before she could finish, one of Sir Pentious’s egg minions snapped a latch on his invention, causing a beamed hole to burn through the ceiling above us.

Everyone’s jaw seemed to drop, and Vaggie cried out, “UGH! What did I say?! What did I just say? No more eggs!” “Not my little egg boyss! They do my evil bidding for me!” Pentious shrieked, his arms wrapping around their bulbous bodies. “Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?” Vaggie asked, her arms crossed. “Y.. Yesss..?” “Then no more eggs. And no more buying parts or making weapons.” Sir Pentious was so sad. You kinda felt bad for him, to be honest. He sobbed and wailed as he waved off his eggs, watching them walk away.

“I need to get rid of these things..” Vaggie moaned in annoyance. You perked up, quickly saying, “I’ll help!” “I know you want to help, Y/N, and I appreciate that.” Vaggie said with a sheepish grin. “But I won’t let you do this alone. You’re still a little new, and I don’t want anything happening to you.” “I’m strong! I can take it-“ “I mean.. I don’t want you getting mugged or something, Y/N. You’re smaller than us, I just want you to be okay.” You rolled your eyes and huffed playfully at that. The eggs followed you and Vaggie as you both walked to Alastor’s room.

Vaggie opened Alastor’s door. He was sitting at a fancy small round table, fork and knife in hands, cutting into a decaying deer. He was humming, twisting his fork in its innards and eating it. You were glad you had a somewhat strong stomach. Thankfully you couldn’t smell it for some reason, but the deer looked oddly lacking in color.

“Alastor!” Vaggie called to him. Alastor stopped, still widely smiling, fork full of grayish meat almost to his lips. “Do you mind? I’m in the middle of breakfast.” Alastor said calmly. Vaggie sighed irritatedly, the eggs behind you and her slapping each other and fighting like toddlers on a mini playground. “Pentious’s eggs are out of hand and I need you to get rid of them,” Vaggie told Alastor. He immediately stood up, his cane appearing out of nowhere, popping into his hand. “Oh! Well in that case, I’d be delighted to!” Alastor said, his smile wide-not in a genuinely happy way, but in a sinister way. Vaggie then calmly said, “.. Humanely.” “Hm. Well that’s a lot less fun; but, I guess I can take care of them on my outing today.” Alastor said in a chirp, walking past us. You followed behind Alastor, trying to keep up with him and his face pace in walking.

— ✩ —

The eggs were annoying as fuck. And not the subtle, soft annoyance; they were genuinely annoying. Like blisters on the back of your ankles after walking for a day on a hike.

“Oh boy! What’s the plan boss?”

“I like your suit!”

“What are the antlers for?”

“Can I touch your staff thing?”

“Are those your ears? Or is it your hair? I can’t tell!”

You noticed Alastor’s eye visibly twitched a little, and it made you have to refrain from giggling. It was adorable. Oddly enough, Alastor didn’t snap at the eggs. In fact, all he responded with was, “Follow in silence if you value your shell,” whilst tapping his staff against one of the egg’s shells kindly. Alastor walked with you, his hand accidentally brushing against yours. His skin visibly prickled. “Oh! I apologize, Y/N.” His speech was formal, yet hints of nervousness were in there. All you did was say quietly, “It’s fine, Al, really.”

Alastor couldn’t get rid of the eggs no matter what he did. And eventually, they were whining and moaning about being hungry. “You little creatures require food, too? Very well,” Alastor said tiredly, his voice in clear annoyance. We stopped at a small shop where it seemed to be a bakery. All of the little egg boys got a blueberry muffin, Alastor got an egg sandwich in spite of the situation, and you just settled for a smoothie. Everyone was at a round table like a tiny family almost. The egg minions wouldn’t stop fussing and slapping each other for each other’s muffins. You found it rather entertaining and amusing. Alastor just sat, smiling and humming.

“You know, Y/N..” Alastor’s voice caught you off guard. You looked at him, eyes wide as you waited for him to finish. “You’re not a bad egg.” “I’m sorry?” “What I mean, is you’re quite welcoming, Y/N. You seem kind.. I like someone who is kind.” His words made your cheeks flush. Alastor was known for not liking affection, or taking a fancy into anyone. But maybe you were special. Alastor gently patted the top of your head, his claws surprisingly soft even though they looked sharp.

You were a good egg, he said. Meaning you were special to him.

— ✩ —

[icedemi]

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗 !

FEATURING: dazai !

SYNOPSIS: dazai almost forgot his birthday?! might as well give him a night to remember forever . . .

CONTENT WARNING(S): NSFW content , MDNI , DOM! READER , SUB! DAZAI!! overstimulation , orgasm denial , kinky sex , gender neutral reader. NOT proofread..

ᡣ𐭩

" 'samu, guess what day ittttt issss! " you cheered, eagerly awaiting his response with your hands hidden behind your back.

— " i dunno, garbage day? shit! don't tell me we forgot to take out the bin again.. " he sighed as he retrieved his phone from his coat pocket.

" ill call atsushi, im sure he wouldn't mind emptying it for us " —

" ah.. not quite.. c'mon silly, take a look at the calendar! "

he turned his head to look at the calendar and noticed the 19th marked with "BIRTHDAY" in pink pen, underlined twice with a bunch of hearts around it.

— " ah so today we celebrate the unfortunate day i was involuntarily brought into this dreadful world..." he joked, his eyes lingering on the calendar before turning his gaze to you with his beautiful brown eyes... how could he look so good talking about depressing shit?? —

" oh, stop sulking and open your gift! " you huff, shoving the wrapped present in his face with a pout.

— he chuckled as he opened his gift, a smile spreading across his face. "awh darling, you shouldn't have..."

as he opened the gift his eyes widened at what he saw inside, he picked it up to reveal a vibrator.. —

" surpriseeee! I was thinking we could pass the time before your surprise party at the agency tonight. " you giggled, hugging his waist while teasingly rubbing your knee over his bulge.

— " my mmfph– s.. surprise party huh..? god 'donna you're so bad at keeping secrets... " —

ᡣ𐭩 —————————————

you two had been at it for hours now, dazai is a complete whimpering, whiny teary-eyed mess! god how cute and pathetic he looks

he's practically shooting blanks at this point, however you don't plan on stopping one bit! infact you even brought in a blindfold and a ball-gag just for him! how sweet of you!!

ever so sweetly dragging the vibrator over his flushed pink tip, occasionally pumping his dick just to watch his gasp and beg for more, desperately thrusting into your hand for release..

... just for you to remove your hand and vibrator

— " fuck! mngh-ph.. 'd-..ah!..donna.. c-cmon don't be so mean... " —

... " y'know, naughty boys who aren't grateful, don't deserve to cum... it's a privilege, not a right.. understand me 'samu? you won't be cumming until i allow you to.. "

he desperately whined, nodding his head ever so slowly before shooting it back as you grab ahold of his cock.

— a-augh!~ nmph~ !

" yeah... you’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? but you’re my dirty slut, isn't that right 'samu..? "

... " im gonna have so much fun breaking you tonight! "

ᡣ𐭩 —————————————

AUTHORS NOTES

— yea ur getting edged !! totally not me just running out of ideas 💔

.. sigh, tysm for voting on this !! it was rlly fun to write and i hope you enjoy it 😓😓

stockholm syndrome w fyodor is coming out tomorrow or friday, just a teeny warning it contains like medical / drug kinks??? idfk he drugs you and youre supposed to like it 😭😭

also should i start writing for other fandoms like hsr?? idk about genshin since i haven't been active since fontaines release 😓. 100% inlove w lyney though.. and fremi omg he's so cute

THANK U FOR READING ILYSM

© icedemi please don't steal, re-upload or translate my work ill cry and sob my eyes out!! reblogs r appreciated and ill literally let you makeout w me /pos

[bearieio]

it’s so sweet..

(っ╹ᆺ╹)っ♡

warnings: older!experienced!price x fem!reader, reader is a virgin/inexperienced, unprotected sex (don’t try that one at home), soft dom!price, virginity loss (but it’s not made a big deal), praising, fingering (r!receiving), reader calls price “sir” a couple of times maybe if you squint teehee, consent checks bc those are cool & awesome, price encouraging and reassuring the reader, price is the aftercare god

a/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL REQUEST😭 but here it issss!!!! :D also i love cigarettes after sex🤘🏽 ALSO, not proofread, pls don't come for me..

for @coqvttes <3

“are you sure about this, sweetheart?” you hear john murmur… again. he lifts his head up from between your legs, his hands still gripping the undersides of you thighs.

“mhm!” you huff out, your chest heaving, slightly frustrated at the fact that he’s asked if you’re ready/if you’re okay with what he’s doing over a dozen times. 

“use your words, lovie..” he whispers, peppering your inner thighs with slow, loving kisses. 

your slight frustration increases. but before you get the chance to mutter out a “yes,” you can already feel his large fingers and you let a small gasp leave your lips.

he’s so gentle with you. he waits for you to act on his request when he starts to lightly circle his thumb which had moved up to press down on your puffy clit. 

he’s been taking his time, allowing you to cum on his fingers two to three times, you’d honestly forgotten by now.

“yes, please- ..wanna feel your fingers,” you pout, looking down at him, his eyes prepared to meet yours.

he nods his head, acknowledging your words. but he continues to rub both your entrance and your clit with a painfully slow rhythm.

“sir, please..” you whine. your eagerness earning a soft chuckle from your huge boyfriend

as soon as those words your mouth, he pushes a finger into you, making sure he’s not pushing in too fast or harshly. 

he makes sure to listen and watch for any sounds or an indication that you’re uncomfortable or in any pain. when you ask him to speed up, he does so reluctantly, asking if you’re okay with the pace.

by the time he makes you cum for the third time (fourth?) you’re whimpering and your legs are left trembling, but you felt… empty. you grew needy and needed more of him. you needed him to be closer to you. you needed him inside you.

you whimper a faint “want you inside me,” as john moves up, kissing and caressing your stomach and waist, an occasional nips at your plush skin making you gasp and jump against him. 

he looks up at you, his eyes seemed to darken as he stared into your eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. as he moves up to kiss you, he feels his way up towards your nipples. pinching and tugging at them, prompting you to squirm and whimper while his lips are pressed against yours. 

“mm, sorry i didn’t hear you, could’you repeat that, lovie?” he teases, placing fuzzy pecks on your lips and face. he’s not even trying to hide that huge grin he has on his face.

you groan and wrap your arms and legs around him, trapping him in a prison built from you limps. “please sir… i need you inside me..” you whisper into his ear, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

“aw, such a good girl for me.. so polite.” he chuckles some more, squeezing you back. 

his beard tickles you as he moves away from you in order to remove his pants that had been growing ever so tightly on him.

“are you sure, sweetheart? we can always do this another-“ johns voice is cut off by the sound of yours, “yes! please, sir, need to feel your cock!” you insist, gripping his arms, urging for him to push into you. 

“okay, okay, baby, just don’t wanna hurt’ya.” he affirms, his tip pressing into you. 

as he pushes into you, your breath hitches. you feel his length stretching you, molding your cunt to his cock. “that’s it.. ohh such a good girl.” he groans in between ever couple words, doubting whether or not his entire length will fit.

looking down at you, he asks once more “is this okay?” with your chest heaving faster now, you can’t seem to regain the ability to form full sentences at the moment.

“uh-huh! yea!” 

after a few minutes of him encouraging you, john begins to steadily rock his hips against yours. you can’t help but let out a few whimpers and moans, mainly focusing on that feeling building inside you.

“i’m gonna-“ john cuts you off, moaning, “me too, lovie.”

he caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin.

“go ahead babygirl, cum for me.” he notices you beginning to squeeze down on him. “atta girl.. i got’ya..” 

he’s now gripping your hips hard. not hard enough to really hurt you, but maybe a pair of blue and purple handprints imprinted in your skin after. 

he’s so close. the lewd smacking sound filling the room, along with moans and whimpers coming from the both of you aren’t helping him resist pump you full of his load.

after a few more thrusts, your cunt eventually clamps down on his cock, causing him to groan as his thrusts get sloppier.

with your mouth agape, allowing every dirty sound to came out of your mouth, your body tenses and your legs begin to shake. you can’t help but let all your moans flow from your mouth.

you feel john’s warmth fill you, his length still twitching inside your cunt. 

“my girl did so good for me..” he exhales, kissing your temple and caressing your hair. “i’m pullin’ out now, sweetheart,” he warns.

you whine, not wanting to feel empty again, “sorry baby, but in order for me to help you clean up, i gotta pull out.” he adds. 

after returning from the bathroom with a washcloth and a cup of water, he helps clean you up, he then helps you pick out a pair of pajamas after carrying you to the toilet (always pee after sex!). 

“here.” he says, handing you the water, “drink, please. and you did. “more, sweetheart.” he instructs. and you did. 

the rest of the night, you guys ate snacks  (which you swear, he always ends up eating all the ones you wanted before you have the chance to do so) and watched your favorite shows. 

before you drift off to sleep, you hear john telling you how proud of you he was and how you did such a good job taking him. he then kisses your forehead, continuing to rub your back, and humming slightly, making sure you rest before the next morning. 

masterlist

[thesunisatangerine]

prometeme (promise me)

alexia putellas x streamer!reader

warning/s: nothing, just fluff

a/n in the tags

*first emoji set: grinning face with big eyes and a thumbs up

*second emoji: a thumbs up

You put the controller down, hands shaking, letting out a victorious sigh of relief. 

“Woah, that boss was something else. Jeez, I’m literally shaking, guys. I can’t believe I survived that last hit!” You chuckled, still a little breathless from the adrenaline pumping through you as you looked at the camera. “We nearly died but we pulled through! I’m just going to take a small break ‘cause that was intense!”

You stretched your arms before you grabbed your tumbler of water next to you, allowing your eyes to flit over the windows on your three monitors, ensuring that everything functioned properly for the stream. 

Then as you sipped your water, you spied a rather big influx of comments on one of your chats from the corner of your eyes. It was your Instagram chat that seemed to be in danger of exploding–that fact in and of itself was weird because most of your audience were on Twitch and YouTube. So you frowned, squinting your eyes slightly to see what was happening.

‘why is alexia putellas here?’

‘So…. are we not going to talk about how Alexia Putellas is watching this?’

‘omgggg HI ALEXIAAaA!!!’

‘wait alexia who??’

‘ALEXIA?!!1?!?’

‘FORÇA BARÇA!!!!!!!!’

‘yoooo alexia is here?!?’

‘yall who tf is this alexia???’

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your sockets and you just as nearly spat out the water in your mouth. And sure enough when you scrolled up as subtly as you could, there it was: alexiaputellas joined. What the fuck is she doing?! And as if it wasn’t already bad enough, you saw her comment. 

alexiaputellas: nice 😃👍*

That did nothing but add fuel to the fire because more comments started flooding in, most of them freaked out and confused.

‘guys she just commented!!!!’

‘eyooo look at your chat alexia wants to talk to you!!1!’

‘do you two know each other??’

‘HI ALEXIA!!

‘can somne pls tell me who alexia issss’

‘alexia aren’t you supposed to be training why are you here lol

‘this is so random wtffff’

‘ikr i didnt even know she likes stuff likes this’

And then you spotted the question you dreaded to see: 

‘wait, are you guys dating??!!?!?’ 

Oh, you were so going to kill her for this. But first, you needed to find a way to calm this situation down without arousing further suspicion because if you ignored it, it would definitely just come back to bite the both of you. 

Most of your followers knew that you liked football. You’d mentioned on a number of occasions that Alexia was one of your favorite players so you knew you couldn’t act too dumb but you couldn’t act too familiar, either. You needed to act just excited enough to know that one of your favorite footballers was watching you but not overtly so that it would look unconvincing. Yet still, that wouldn’t answer the question of why Alexia Putellas would be watching a videogame livestream especially when said livestreamer wasn’t someone she followed. Not to mention that the time at where Alexia was supposed to be was–you looked at the clock widget on your monitor that displayed your time and Spain’s–was currently 3 am!

Alexia, you little shit.

Thankfully, you caught sight of a comment on your Twitch chat that gave you a good segue to start addressing this.

“‘Hey, look at your Insta chat,’” you read out before adding, “why? What are you guys up to on there?”

You made a show of moving your mouse. 

“Woah! Okay, why are y’all freaking out?” You squinted your eyes slightly, trying to seem like you were trying to figure out what was happening. Immediately, you were bombarded with responses telling you that Alexia was there.

“‘Alexia Putellas is watching’. Ha, very funny. There’s no way, y’all are just playing me.”

Then another good response popped up for what you said and you read it out loud. “‘She commented something.’ Where?”

You scrolled your mouse profusely, furrowing your brows for effect. Once you found it, you held your breath, widened your eyes slightly and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Holy sh–no, there’s no way… Uh–I don’t know what to–Hi, Alexia! And, thank you?” You put your face in your hands as you let out an embarrassed sound–half-real and partly an act. It wasn’t difficult to imitate a fan when you were one yourself and just because you were dating Alexia that didn’t stop you from fanning over her when she’s on the pitch. 

The chat seemed to calm down and you were thankful that that little play worked. 

Then you added, addressing the chat but you hoped that Alexia would get the clue to not do anything else or better, to leave the live. “This is so weird! I don’t know why she’s on here but Alexia, I hope you enjoy the show!”

To your mortification, Alexia replied in the chat again.

alexiaputellas: don’t worry, i will 👍*

Groaning internally, you watched as the chat exploded again. What did you expect really? You had to admit you played yourself there, you should had known that Alexia would do that. You tried to do damage control but at this point, you just hoped that your followers wouldn’t look into this too much. You made a mental note to talk to Alexia about her not joining any of your streams with her official account. 

“Okay, so I guess we should get this show back on the road, huh?” With that, you picked up the controller and started again. You had about an hour of streaming left and you started counting down the seconds. You only hoped Alexia wouldn’t try anything again.

———

“Thank you to everyone who tuned in tonight! I enjoyed it very much and I hope you did, too! Have a good night–or a good day depending on what time you’re watching this–and I’ll see you guys again in the next stream!”

You waved and directed one last smile at the camera before you disconnected the stream from all your platforms. Then you spent some time tidying up some loose ends before finally shutting everything down. You stretched as you got out of the chair, opened the door of your stream room, and made your way to the living room.

“Did you have fun?” You asked drily, throwing Alexia a dirty look as you crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe of the living room. Alexia laid comfortably down on the couch, a matching pair of grey sweats and shirt on, feet propped up on one end and one arm under her head on the other. She placed her phone down on the coffee table when she heard your voice, looking at you with an innocent look though the cheeky quirk at the corner of her lips said anything but.

“Well, since you asked, I did.” She added, grinning, “you looked so cute flustered like that.”

“You’re unbelievable!” You grumbled as you threw your hands up in exasperation but there was no sting to it. And what did you get in response? The sound of cheerful laughter. It was contagious and the mask on your face cracked, making way for a smile that left your cheeks hurting from how wide it was.

You walked towards the couch and Alexia scooched over, making space for you as she held her hand out the moment you got close enough. 

“Come here. I missed you.” Alexia said in a soft voice, her hazel eyes just as gentle in the low light. She pulled you down so you’d lay against her side, your head on her chest and you sighed contentedly, immediately melting in her tender warmth, her arms strong and steady wrapped around your waist. 

“It’s ony been three hours.”

“That was three hours worth of not having you next to me.” She kissed the top of your head as she muttered the words and you felt your chest ache as if your heart wanted to burst out to reach for hers. Being this close to her, it was the best place in the world. 

You hummed in response, nuzzling your nose against the column of her neck and breathed her in. “You’re such a sweet-talker.”

“Not if it’s true, my love.” Alexia countered without a second thought. Your cheeks and ears warmed and you hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Alexia, stop!” 

You felt the vibration of her laughter against your cheek. “What? I’m not doing anything!”

“Yes, you are. You’re doing everything right that sometimes it scares me,” you admitted in a whisper. Alexia brought a hand over your cheek and brushed the skin there with her thumb in a soothing manner.

“Who’s the sweet-talker now?” Alexia said teasingly.

“God, you’re so annoying. I don’t know why I love you.”

At that, she laughed again. “You like it when I’m like this. And I love you, too.”

A moment of comfortable silence filled what little space between you. You listened to the steady rhythm of Alexia’s heartbeat beneath your ear as she played with your hair. 

Then you spoke, “just promise me one thing, darling?"

“What?” Alexia hummed.

“Warn me before you do that again.”

She turned to catch your gaze, brilliant mischief twinkled in those hazel eyes, her dimples showed as she said, “that I can’t do.”

“Alexia!”

[shotmrmiller]

just a drabble

prompt for this was how terrible reader is to even acknowledge texts that reader's date is doomed but im pretty sure i lost the plot drooling over a crazy fictional man but hey! it is what it issss.

TW: obsessive behavior, controlling, and baby trapping.

Toxic!Simon was possessive over you. He knew who you spoke to — always knew of your whereabouts. So when you told him you wanted to break up two months ago, Simon humored you; After all, he always kept you within arm’s reach.  However, after he saw you getting ready for a ‘date’, it seemed that you were under the impression that this was not temporary. 

And that was unacceptable.

—-----------------------------

Simon watches you eat dinner with a guy— having a lively conversation before eventually getting up to leave with your companion in tow. Simon sends a text, pockets his phone, and rises from the bar in the restaurant directly across from the one you'd eaten at— before heading towards his truck.

It’s time he moved you back in with him—  especially now that you’re in a more delicate state.

With the secret cameras he had installed in your flat some time ago, he always kept an eye on you. But last month, Simon had noted the absence of your menses — meaning the seed that had leaked through the tiny punctures he had made in the condoms finally took.

He offhandedly wonders if you’d get upset with him over this, but ultimately it didn’t matter. It was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, after all.

—---------------------------

You step through the door as your date holds your hand, fingers intertwined. You turn to him and softly say, “I’m going to get some water if you don’t mind. Make yourself at home.”

Agreeing with a nod, he politely asks if he can use your bathroom. You direct him towards the bedroom door and proceed to the kitchen. Setting your belongings on the countertop, you reach into your purse to grab your phone.

As you glance through all the notifications, you recall a time when Simon pointed out your bad habit of never responding to texts, warning you that it could cause problems— 

And then you see it. A text from Simon.

Gripping your phone tightly, a sense of dread consumes you. Your finger taps the screen, and as you read his message, you come to a chilling realization.

Simon saw you at dinner.

A loud bang startles you. As you turn to look, you suspect that the noise may have been from the front door, but no one’s there. You cautiously tread through your flat, calling out for your date— while desperately hoping that the sound you just heard was a figment of your imagination. 

Entering the bedroom, your eyes meet Simon's as he lounges on the bed. Despite the relaxed position of his arms crossed behind his head, his unnerving stare reveals that he is far from calm.

The silence in the room is oppressive, and the rapid beat of your heart in your ears deafening. He moves to stand in front of you and says, “I was more than generous in granting you this break but it ends now.” 

He takes a step forward, standing tall over you, and grabs your chin with his fingers almost cruelly.

“You. are. mine.”

With a quivering breath, you ask Simon what he did to your date (aint your date no more, though) and Simon just shrugs— making you wonder if his body will be found face down in some ditch come morning.

Simon envelops you in a tight embrace, causing you to surrender all control as you lean helplessly into him. He effortlessly manipulates your every move, like a master puppeteer with his marionette.

His arms once shielded you from the outside world; Now they’re confining— his makeshift cage for you. 

a/n: make a mental note to tell Simon that you’ve a doctor appt for the stomach bug that's been plaguing you for a while.

id have all of his babies, like no sweetheart now you're stuck with me.

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@neoarchipelago <- gotchu

[acesgarden]

16 Days of Birthday Fun; Day 1 - Lloyd Garmadon

It’s April 3rd, 15 days left and so to kickstart this project of mine i’m starting with one of my favorite and longest loving characters, Lloyd! Ngl they’re gonna be kinda short? Depending ig on the character.

Type ->

Headcanons

Pairing ->

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

Warning ->

Lowkey catered towards me soooo hehe :) other then that OOC Lloyd.

Summary ->

Lloyd celebrates your birthday!

Masterlist

• Ok ok, this man definitely gets excited for birthdays

• And a little sad but that’s only because he practically grew up at darkly’s before losing like most of his childhood 😭

• So he works his ASS off to create the best birthday party ever. Does his best to like sneakily ask for ideas and things you like;

“Hey, so what kind of like colors do you like? like what’s if a candle could be any color what would they be?”

“You are not planning my birthday.”

“How did you know?! I never mentioned birthdays.”

“Candles give it away.”

• On a similar note, he’d get all his needed information from Nya. Or Zane, he’d probably know too.

• It ended up being a small gathering consisting of you, the ninja, Sensei Wu and Misako. You invited a few friends or family members too.

• Lloyd planned it to be a suprise, but that failed. Though he did manage to keep the place it was at a secret.

• He rented out Laughy’s for it. Dareth probably would’ve left him have it but 🤷.

• Now onto the cake!

• He and Cole bake it together, no store bought for you!

• It’s a confetti cake! With buttercream frosting with little red heart.

• Nya saw a few on a pinterest board and showed it to them.

• And after cake issss presents!

• I’d say he’s pretty decent at it. Knowing what a person would want.

• He got you a few gifts: a Squishmellow, and The Tortured Poet’s Department.

• Y’all will be listening to it together (he is a swiftie in my eyes.)

• Overall the party was a success! Everyone had fun. You got lots of gifts and have atleast two slices left of the cake. Had to save it before Cole got to them.

• I can imagine Lloyd stealing you away near the end of the day, to watch the sunset on a roof. It’s all cute and stuff. Yall eat the last two pieces together. :)

The sun was setting overhead, of pretty oranges and pinks. A picnic blanket underneath yall, half eaten slices of cake forgotten along with their glasses of sparkling water. Taylor swift playing in the background as you lean against him.

Today had been perfect.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you Lloyd, for making today special.”

[hwajin]

#! — sᴋᴢ ᴀs ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇs

genre: fluff, smut (no warnings, very soft smut, minors dni)

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: happy valentines day! hate this day sm but have some fluffy headcanons to grow just a bit more delulu <3

Ⓒ︎ hwajin, all rights reserved, do not repost or modificate content

ᴄʜᴀɴ

cmon now. CMON NOW he issss the fucking best valentine are you kidding. WILLLL buy you a million roses and a teddy bear and take you out to such a fancy restaurant that you feel bad for letting him pay the full amount but boi insists. nothing you can do. if you argue saying that valentines day is a day where BOTH ppl in a relationship gift each other he simply shushes you and stops listening cuz he'd be "crazy not spoiling you". and when you think the surprises stop after you come home you're oh so wrong. his special present is a set of lingerie that you've mentioned you liked, like months prior but he remembered, and he's so eager for you to put it on to see if he got the right size and all — eventually the night ends in making out for HOURS on end before having chan's face between your thighs, and then your face between his ones, and then literally fucking like bunnies because honestly why not, it's the day of love after all, right?

ʟɪɴᴏ

doesn't give the day too much credit tbh and you're super thankful for it! you love to just give each other a small, thoughtful present and spending the whole day lazing around in bed together. because while none of you make it a big deal you do enjoy just sheer togetherness. be it watching a movie, getting distracted midway to kiss and touch up each other, to go back to watching and giggling about whatever plot is unfolding itself, to go back to kissing down each other right after the movie ends, enjoying the lazy sex you can indulge yourself in. like no crazy positions, no crazy neediness — it's just a matter of expressing love and feeling the other just this much closer, reaching your orgasms almost simultaneously which is almost way too cheesy for you to stay serious. you'd then hurry towards kitchen because a bit of cardio calls for hunger to arise, and you'd have the funnest time cooking something up together, the dish not necessarily tasting all too well but you're only happy to be together.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

bitch takes you out to an expensive dinner and spoils you to damn dizziness 😫😫 he doesn't make a big deal out of the day if you don't want him to tho, to him it doesn't matter much if you wanna celebrate the day all big and eventful or simply wanna go out and eat and watch a movie after. he's fully subordinating to your wishes. fucking loves being spoiled tho as well!!! to the outside it seems that he doesn't care much about valentines day, arguing it's a day like any other and that it doesn't need february 14th to show your partner some love. but internally he LOVES and DIES for the idea of being taken care of and pampered like literally the whole day. from the first moments he's opening his eyes in the morning, feeling your lips around his semi hard on and the sweet taste of pleasure pooling in his lower tummy to open mouth kisses right after he came down your throat all the way to having you ride him at 10 in the morning, not even fully awake yet but eager to please your boyfriend on a day he claims to be so indifferent about. loves to come downstairs and have breakfast prepped for him, whining that it wasn't at all necessary but he LOVES it so so so much. takes you to dinner eventually and pays for everything and fucks you in the car to make up for your efforts prior <3

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

he's a very lowkey over of valentines day. he tries so so hard to be indifferent about it and not too cheesy but he's too romantic for that plan to succeed. tho with him it's very toned down and soft, nontheless. he would surely prepare a painting for a gift, and whether you draw or not yourself he'd love the idea of you making him something as well, not just buying simple jewelery or spending money on him. like he loves anything self made, for him that's the number one proof that you had thought long and hard about a good gift and have tried just as much to make it look decent. for him that truly is pure love. loves to lazy around in bed half the day before remotely getting up and anywhere near the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, giggles at you when you suggest to try some of these typical valentines day recipes where everything is heart shaped. he loves seeing you all giddy and excited about it tho so he'd never even think about saying no, even better when all your food actually turns out decent in the end. he loves sitting down with you in bed and drawing you in his little notebook while you read some novel to him out loud, anything that has a romantic story line sells the both of you. you eventually end the day without noticing it much, hours flowing into each other until the both of you doze off in each others arms while the sun sets slowly behind the windows.

ʜᴀɴ

doesn't account the day too much importance and is excited if you don't either, THO he will make an effort to prepare a small gift, fully based on what you like. you like flowers or jewelery? he buys you a little bouquet or a pair of earrings. you like chocolate or have a favourite hobby? he'll get you your favourite sweets or whatever equipment he knows your hobby requires. he doesn't want a valentines day present to be something plain and basic and rather focuses on making you as happy as possible and involving into your interest! will honestly want to stay in bed the whole day to fuck, i feel it in my balls. "valentines is the day of love, so why not make love?". the sentence doesn't leave him without a smirk because he knows he's being silly, he also knows that since you don't really have any other plans sex IS gonna be the single activity occupying literally you're whole day. which he argues is quite romantic in itself.

ғᴇʟɪx

OK CMON NOW baking heart shaped cookies and making heart shaped pizzas is a MUST are you kidding!!! felix is so all in on valentines day it's almost too cheesy for your liking but it's felix after all so <33. it does warm your heart tho, seeing him wake up so very excited to start just spoiling you with presents (i KNOW he has a cake prepared which he baked the day prior, anything to leave you shocked in pleasurable surprise), says he has a bunch of little presents for you that you will get step by step throughout the day because he's a king of the effect when it comes to presents. starts off the day with THE prettiest boquet of flowers you have ever laid eyes on, followed by a dainty necklace that you might have mentioned to him without any intentions but he's an attentive boyfie who WILL remember any little accessory that might have cought your interest ever!! proceeds to cook and backe for you, happy when you say you wanna join. his final present is a movie night he had planned (hence all the cooking and baking, who watches movies without an unholy amount of food be honest) and you think you have fallen in love with him even harder.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

teases you the MOMENT you're opening your eyes in the morning and asks where his presents are at. proceeds to be surprisingly sweet tho throughout the day and reveals that he actually prepared some little gifts for you, got you stuff like flowers and a plushie, maybe something like a promise ring as well which he apologized for being too cheesy but you nothing but loved the idea. you'd promise each other to never take the rings off only to laugh about each other right after, but internally both of you know you'll keep that promise, as much as you're making fun of it now. the rest of the day will proceed like any other tho, maybe spent more in each others company than you normally would. you'd read together, set up the living room to watch a movie, get distracted to kiss each other for like an hour straight without noticing until after the movie has ended. like it's a very lowkey day because seungmin argues you don't need this one day and can shower each other in love every single day of the year, but the sublte romance still shines through his actions at the end of the day, on this day more than on any other.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

my man built a whole blanket tent the day prior before he went to sleep to surprise you with his little plan and you swear you have never felt love like that before. ALSO had movies picked out already just so you won't waste too much time on picking out before you can even start to enjoy any, will have some of every genre too in case you aren't in the mood for romance (cuz who says valentines day is only for romcoms tbh). you will pick a romcom after all tho cuz the vibes are nothing but calling for it; pillows and little fairy lights everywhere, a bowl of popcorn and drinks next to the mattress, your head on jeongins chest, giving the occasional peck to his neck which makes him visibly shudder in his place - you'd want to watch nothing but a romcom in that kind of atmosphere. he would have gone the extra miles to light up some candles as well, arguing that because he's normally not the most romantic guy he wanted to make an effort on valentines day at least, after all <3.

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[lovehypegirl]

・:〃➜ on god? platonic!childe x f!reader modern!au

You and childe settled into your bed late after school post project

He sat on the wall side of your bed and you sat by your nightstand with the fan pointing toward you hair to dry it quicker so you could do your heatless curls

In between you legs and childe's sat your computer where Legally Blonde played

A candy bowl sat on your lap since childe had his big back activities trying to eat all the candy in one go - so naturally you had to confiscate it

"I still don't get why you find Emmett attractive" the ginger commented as he tried to make a sneaky reach for the candy bowl

You slapped his hand away "I don't wanna hear your opinion bitch. You look like one of them motherfuckers from the lucky charms box"

"LUCKY CHARMS-" Childe whipped his head to you dramatically "I'll have you know that there are LOTS of people in this world who find gingers attractive"

"Yeah who?" you asked as the scene switched to Emmett driving Elle in his car "The voices in your head?"

"Says the girl who listened to boyfriend ASMR for three years straight" Childe bit back as you fed him a gummy worm "Ew bitch I hate this flavor"

"Just swallow the damn thing" you said as he twisted his face up in disgust "Oh Jesus Christ it can't be that bad"

"It issss" he whined

"Cry baby" you playfully nudged his head and his slammed it onto your shoulder

"Ow bitch! What was that for?" you yanked his hair

He let out an annoying little giggle as he took the opportunity to steal another piece of candy

"Man you're all over the place today" you guided his head onto your shoulder again as the movie continued to play

"What actors do you like?" he randomly asked after a while

"Miles Teller and Gregory Peck"

He paused and sat back up "Okay I get Miles Teller but GREGORY PECK??!! Girl bye"

"Whaaatttt? He's so beautiful though" you narrowed your eyes at him

"He's dead" Childe deadpanned

"Man you just don't get it now do you" you closed the computer when the movie ended and got out of bed

Childe followed you as you grabbed your silk curling rod and silk scrunchies

"Can you get my bonnet from my dresser?" you asked Childe

"Sure" he grabbed the pink silk bonnet and followed you into the kitchen

"Alexa play Chill House Music Mix"

"Playing Chill House Music Mix" the AI responded

Plisplaat by Bonkers began to play and Childe pulled up the curtains to let the sunset in as you pulled your hair into the heatless curlers and shoved your bonnet onto your hair

"Y'know...I've known you since what....kindergarten? And how could I never know you were into dead guys"

You tossed a box of strawberries and a bag of grapes onto the counter "I'm not into dead guy, but I think he's attractive" you shrugged as Childe got the sugar down from the top shelf of the pantry

"Okay but like...he's dead"

"Man, how many times are you gonna say that?" you washed the fruit and cut of the strawberry tops

Childe began to stab the fruit onto the skewers "Well I mean he is attractive...I guess...wait-" he slowly turned to you

"What?" you added the water and sugar together and put it over a medium flame

"Is that why you were acting up in freshman year of high school when we watched To Kill A Mockingbird? 'Cause you were tweaking whenever we watched it"

"Yo I wasn't tweaking" you shot back, kicking his leg as the water-sugar mix came to a boil

You and Childe took turns dipping the fruits into the sugar mix and placing them in cold water

"Please bitch you were. Oh and remember that time we went to Texas?"

"Why'd we go there anyways?" you replied as you got started on another skewer

"Girl i dunno but you met this guy at a rodeo what was his name...."

"Dallas somethin'-with-an-H"

"Dallas Hayes! Anyways, you were drooling over this guy like serious work"

"Who wouldn't drool over a guy who's 6'4", blonde, sun-tanned, built as FUCK, and a gentleman?" you raised your eyebrows

"He had his shirt off like all the time"

"Bitch please. No he didn't"

"Whatever, you went home going on and on about how hot cowboys were"

"Yo i'm tellin' you somethin' about them is just to UGH"

"Yeah no"

"See that's your issue you're so damn negative" you replied as you placed the finished tanghulu on a plate and made a new batch

"And don't even get me started on your whole Nightwing obsession"

"Man I ain't having this argument with you"

"It ain't an argument, bighead"

"Yeah it's verbal beration"

"Lookit you usin' your big girl vocabular-"

SMACK

"Watch it ginger"

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[compulsiveimpairment]

Fyodor, your drunk boyfriend

I uh... this is my first time posting anything on tumblr, I usually just read stuff here...

Anyway, have this short story I wrote last night at 2am. Hope you enjoy it!

“Are you sure you aren’t overdoing it?” You watch Fyodor in front of you open up another bottle of vodka. He chuckles.

“Of course, myshka. I know my limits.” Clearly untrue, he’s drunk three bottles with no sign of stopping.

Maybe you should actually do something about this, but you can’t really stop Fyodor from doing anything.

It’s been an hour and he’s gone through five bottles. You both are on the couch, he’s playing with your hair.

“Myyshkaaaa, did you know your hair is really softtt??” Fyodor says in an adorably high pitched voice. You resist the temptation to laugh. “I didn’t, is it that soft that you’ve been playing with it for ten minutes?” He lays his head in your lap as he continues playing with your hair.

“It issss! Your hair would win an award for being the softestttt…” You smile at his hard demeanor cracking. He acts like a young child, fascinated by every little thing. You can’t help but feel a sense of parenthood when he is in this state. Fyodor stops playing with your hair and sits up. He then faces you and hugs you, resting his head on your shoulder.

The sudden action catches you off guard. “Uh- Fedya-??” He buries his face in the side of your neck. “I love you, myshkaaa…” he says. You feel your face getting warmer. Looking at Fyodor, you find that his magenta eyes are kind, looking at you instead of through you.

“I love you too, Fedya…”

[cherry-romper]

K. Kogane - Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place

Warnings: Alcohol, misunderstanding trope, Keith has a sister.

Contains: F!reader. fluff.

not my best work :(

"You will not believe the night that I've had, big guy," Y/N ranted into the room. She was stumbling and slurring her words, clearly intoxicated, as she approached the couch. Her hair, that was once combed into a ponytail, now flowed messily over her shoulders and down her back. Its natural waves framed her face perfectly, and accentuated her large, sweet eyes. Mascara ran down past her rose coloured cheeks that were dusted with faint faux freckles. The eyelashes that she had spent hours expertly applying were now discarded in some bathroom, in whatever bar she was in last. She dressed in a satin black maxi dress that hugged her figure. She thought it went well with the new red-bottoms she he splashed out on last week. Those same heels were now being clumsily removed and tossed carelessly into the corner of the room.

Hunk, Y/N's co-worker-turned-best-friend-turned-flatmate, was sat watching her. He asked himself how she hadn't broken her ankles walking, if you could even call it that, in those heels all night. He had been on his phone, waiting, in his baggy grey sweats and his hand stuffed into a bag of Cheeto's, for her too come home safe. It was an agreement they had; if one goes out, the other would wait up for them.

Before he could ask what was wrong and who ass he'd have to kick, Y/N had launched herself onto the couch with an oof. She wiggled her way up towards were Hunk was sat. "Dude," she started, scooting up to his large figure, he could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Why didn't you tell me Keith had a girlfriend?" She asked woefully, as she began to play the the strings on his hoodie.

Hunk's big brows knitted in confusion, "because he doesn't?"

Y/N blinked a couple times to make sense of what Hunk had just said. "Que?" she asked comically.

"Keith does not have a partner. He isn't involved with anyone, at all."

"Yes he issss, you liar!" Y/N cried out, a bit too loud for the time of night, hitting Hunks chest lightly. Hunk only chuckled at her mannerisms.

"I was at the bar, and d'ya know how I've always liked 'im? Wellll, the alcohol was working miracles, I'll tell ya, I've never had so much confidence in my life. Soooo, I went up to 'im, started chatting 'im up. He seemed kinda into it, so that just boosted my ego. Then," she scoffed, "a woman walked up to the table, two drinks in her hand! She set them down on the table, and sat next to Keith. I looked over to 'im, all confused like, and he was smiling at her! Like he loved her or something! She asked who I was, the audacity, then...then she put a hand on his shoulderrrr," she barely got through the last part of the story before she started balling her eyes out.

Hunk smiled on the inside watching Y/N dramatize the nights events. He began stroking the woman's hair to console her. "You don't need him, gorgeous, he has no idea what he's missing out on." Y/N responded with even louder wailing. "What did you do next, if you don't mind me asking?" he queried.

"I did the only appropriate thing one could do in that situation," she sniffed, jutting out her bottom lip. Hunk raised an eyebrow at her, asking without asking. "I ran away and drowned my sorrows in liquor."

Hunk let out a sigh, hanging his head a little. "Don't sigh at me, mister! I don't see you trying to make anything happen with that bandit guy you like!"

Hunk gave a dramatic gasp, "woah, uncalled for, miss! Plus, that's different!" Aurelia sat up on the coach, ready to argue her case.

"How?" she demanded, "pray tell, how is that any different?"

"Well, for one, HES A BANDIT! He'll break my heart if I go near him. Two, he's always on the run! Three, we are in the military! Do you know how that would look if word got out the we were dating? I'd be relieved of my duties! And not to mention, I don't even know if he likes guys," he said the last part a bit more serious than the rest.

"Yeah but, you'll never know if you don't try!"

"Yeah but, what if he's like, homophobic or something?"

"yeah but, what if he's gay and really likes you?" Y/N encouraged.

The two sat in silence for a second, looking at each other before they both gasped in unison, "What if he's gay and homophobic?"

The two friends burst out laughing, Y/N a bit too loudly, when they were interrupted by a stern knock at the door. The immediate silence was deafening. They cautiously looked between one another.

"Its 3 am, who the hell could that be?" Hunk questioned, a mix of annoyance and fear laced his hushed voice.

"Hell if I know," Y/N got up to answer it, the false confidence of the alcohol still making its rounds in her blood.

Hunk jumped up to stop her, "woah, wait just a second. Its 3 am," he repeated, "we shouldn't answer it."

"Don't be such a wuss! We're trained soldiers for Christs sake!"

"Pilots! We are pilots, Y/N, not fighters!" Before he could protest any further, Y/N had swung the door open so hard its hinges jolted. In the doorway, stood Keith, who looked as though he'd ran all the way to the apartment. Sweat coated his forehead and his chest rose and fell as he desperately tried to steady his breathing. His jacket sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. His hair, that Y/N could have sworn was slicked back earlier that night, was now wispy and some loose bits were stuck to his forehead. He looked like he was straight out of the 80's. That was just his style, and Y/N found it amusing.

"Y/N, oh my god! are you okay? what happened?" His face changed to a concerned one when he noticed the smudged mascara streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N's once confident façade dropped to an unimpressed deadpan. Without a word, she slammed the door closed in Keith's face.

Hunk stood slack-jawed in the middle of the room. "Y/N, babes, what the fuck?"

"What? I don't have time for 'im! You told me yourself, he's not worth it!" she defended.

"Yeah but, maybe don't slam the door in his face. Are you forgetting he's our superior!?"

The two were once again interrupted by knocking at the door. Y/N let out an angry huff and, once again, marched, albeit clumsily, to the door.

"What do you want, Lieutenant Kogane?" she mocked his name. Keith was taken aback slightly, almost at a loss for words.

"I just wanted to ask if you were alright. You left so suddenly back there, I didn't get to introduce you to Kaylee."

Y/N scoffed, throwing her arms in the air. "Oh, hallelujah, she has a name." Hunk fought back a laugh, wiping more Cheeto dust off his fingers. 

"What's with the attitude?" Keith sounded offended. "I go out of my way to come here and check on you and you're being rude to my sister?"

Silence once again filled the air. Hunk shrunk into himself with how much he was cringing. Y/N just stood, shell-shocked at what she'd just heard. A million thoughts and emotions whizzed through her mind like go-carts on a track.

"Im sorry?" She questioned, breathless.

"Yes, you should be. Kaylee was worried all night she'd done something to upset you. I had to calm her down more than once," Keith was seething. He shifted his weight and ran a hand through his mullet, the other resting on his hip.

"Pause. What did you just say?" Y/N asked, still stood, mouth agape.

"Kaylee was worried?" Keith asked.

"No, the bit before."

"You're being rude to my sister?"

"Yeah. She's ya sister?" Y/N's face lit up in anticipation.

"Yes? What about it?"

Relief rushed over the woman like a wave. "Thank fuck for that!" She responded without thinking.

"Why does that matter?" Keith queried.

Y/N sobered up in that moment. What the hell was she going to tell him? She wanted to say thousand things, she was usually good at making lies up on the spot, but in the face of someone she's admired for years, all that came out of her mouth were a string of gargled excuses.

"Erm, yes, well, uh, you see, I didnt mean- what I was trying to say- I meant that- " Her hands waved around frantically, as though she were swatting away a fly. She looked too Hunk for support.

He held up a dismissive hand in the air, "you made the mess, you get yourself out of it." With that he walked away and into his bedroom.

"Erm..." she started, trying to give herself time to think.

"I'm waiting," Keith edged, impatiently.

"I thought," Y/N sighed in defeat, "I thought the two of you were on a date."

Keith's defensiveness dropped instantly. His angry demeanour now replaced by an apologetic one. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry you thought that."

"Yeah, I thought she was your girlfriend. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I've been drinking and I kinda over reacted back there. I shoulda given you the chance to explain. I reacted emotionally, and got upset over it."

"That's why you're crying? Because you thought I was dating somebody?"

'Shit' Y/N thought. She had to admit, she did feel a little bit uneasy. Yes, she had overreacted but that was because of the alcohol. If she was to admit her feelings here and now she was sure it wouldn't feel genuine, or even worse, they wouldn't be reciprocated.

"I'm sorry, Keith. I don't feel comfortable saying anything right now, even though you can probably already tell. I'm just not acting like myself, I don't want to make the situation it any worse."

A candied smile grew on Keith. His eyes crinkled a little and he let out a small chuckle. "I remember when you used to be such a push over. Always saying yes to things you didn't want to do, and admitting to things you hadn't done, simply because it was easier than to say how you really felt. It's nice to see how much you've grown, Y/N."

She couldn't lie, she was both offended and honoured by that comment. Y/N gave a nod in agreement before Keith continued. "We can talk again when you've sobered up."

"Thank you for understanding," Y/N was grateful that he didn't push her. God knows what she might have said.

"How about you tell me Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place?" Keith chuckled at the look of astonishment on her face as he lent again the door frame.

"What?"

"You heard."

"You wanna take me out?" I must be dreaming.

"Yeah. I want to take you out. Shall we call it a date?"

"A DATE?!" Y/N's volume had once again gone above and beyond the acceptable level for the time of night. Another string of noises made its way out of her mouth, much to Keith's amusement.

"Shall I take that as a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes!" Y/N had to stop herself from acting too happy for fear of looking desperate. This cannot be happening she thought to herself. She felt giddy, like a child on Christmas.

"Ill see you there, Y/N." Keith's charming smirk sent the woman's stomach spiralling. He backed away from the door, and took a moment to soak up the woman's form. He bid her goodnight as he began down the hall.

"Goodnight!" She called to him, waving him away. "Be safe getting home!"

"I will."

Y/N then closed the door and lent her forehead against it.

"My my, I don't believe it," Hunk was leaning against the door to his bedroom, arms crossed and a look of disbelief plastered ono his face. Y/N turned to look at him, her expression matching his own.

"Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place," Y/N stated.

"Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's place," Hunk repeated, nodding his head a little.

The two ran too each other, squealing like school-girls, slapping their hands together repeatedly. They both began doing an overexcited jig, Hunk span Y/N around hyping her up, before they crashed into the couch. They lay there for a second, relishing in the moment.

"I'm so happy for you," Hunk said, Y/N smiled up to him. "Maybe now I won't have to listen to your rambling about 'I hope Keith notices me', 'why won't Keith notice me?'" Hunk mocked.

Y/N let out a laugh, "I do not sound like that."

"Uh, yes, you do."

"Shut up and go to bed." Y/N demanded playfully.

"What ever you say, Mrs. Kogane," Hunk teased. Y/N went to chase him to his but stopped when she found she had no energy. Instead she lay on the couch, a peaceful slumber slowly taking hold of her body. 'Friday, 8 o'clock, Terry's Place,' she smiled to herself. 

[bubblyqueer000]

Can you write sfw and nsfw headcanons of Taka with an Ultimate Actor s/o? 👀

He’s my babygirl 😫

Kiyotaka Ishimaru x Ultimate Actor!GN!Reader

He issss!!! I wuv my pathetic blorbo!!

Man, this shit reminded me of my first time. I literally lost my virginity while impractical jokers played in the background. AND it was the ep where Murr's punishment was a prostate exam. So I was getting stuffed while Sal was in the background like 'LMFAOOOO IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S SUCKING ON A LEMON' dog that shit made me wanna die. He called me mommy tho so it was pretty dope. C:

TW//NSFW

♡ You and Taka had known eachother before you got together. 

♡ He had bothered you multiple times due to school absences when you had to prioritize your acting career over school work.

♡ “Y/N! Where have you been? You have missed three classes this week!”

♡ “Oh, I was at the movie shoot. Did I miss anything important?” 

♡ “W-What?! Every day of school is important!” He insisted. 

♡ “Jeez, alright calm down! It doesn’t matter if I skip class as long as I practice my talent! Everyone knows that!”

♡ Oooh, Taka did not like that answer. 

♡ That night, the two of you argued for hours in the halls, until it was late at night and some students yelled at you both to shut up.

♡ The next day, you were in your dorm practicing lines for the different projects you were acting in when you received a knock on your door.

♡ As expected it was Taka who burst through the door and pushed past you. You braced yourself for another lecture but it never comes. 

♡ “Y/N! Great news!” 

♡ “Um… What?”

♡ “I just decided I’m going to help you with your homework! Clear your desk!”

♡ Bro INSISTED upon it and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

♡ Begrudgingly, you allowed him to help and the two of you spent hours doing missing homework and studying.

♡ You hated every moment of it. 

♡ That is until he wanted to study Japanese.

♡ It was still pretty boring until he realized that you were paying very little attention, and his eyes wandered over to one of your scripts.

♡ “Hey! We’re studying public speaking at the moment! Why don’t you read this TV script to me!”

♡ “I… Can’t do that. I signed an NDA.” 

♡ “That doesn’t matter! I don’t watch TV!” Taka explained. You hesitate for a minute and then decide it couldn’t hurt as long as he tells no one.

♡ The two of you read the script all night and the next day, you’re suddenly best friends like Taka and Mondo.

♡ Months later, the movie you had been missing class for was released and you invited Taka to the premiere.

♡ It was the first time that Taka saw you in formal wear. Before then he already had a tiny crush on you, but after that, he knew he was in love.

♡ From there, he decided that decided that that was the day he would confess to you.

♡ Shortly after the movie, the two of you rode back to class and he realized that he was running out of time. Taka was a nervous wreck the entire time and finally, it was time to say good night, and he still hadn’t told you.

♡ He walked you to your room and… That was it.

♡ It was ten minutes when you got the knock on your door. Some of the other students were at the premiere so you figured that it was just them coming to congratulate you. Instead, standing at the door, was your very sweaty friend Taka, now half undressed only in a dress shirt, loosened tie, briefs, and a pair of socks.

♡ “Um… Hi Taka… Are you-”

♡ “Y/N! I… I’M… SO!” He says, between heavy breaths. “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

♡ And that was the start of your beautiful relationship. :3

NSFW:

♡ Taka isn’t interested in anything that’s not completely and totally safe, legal, and consensual. And man, does he get embarrassed about this kind of thing. 

♡ When you two of you first had sex it was in your dorm room and it was super vanilla, but also very passionate.

♡ So much kissing, hand-holding, praise, and even eye contact after a while!

♡ Taka didn’t realize how much he liked sex until after he did it with you. Although, that doesn’t say much since you were absolutely his first time.

♡ That said when you started getting busy with what you were acting in at any given time he would often visit you on set and wait for you in your dressing room. Then when it was empty… Yeah, you know where this is going lmaoooo

♡ It took Taka a long time to be comfortable because, even though a dressing room you practically own isn’t public, he sees it as very taboo.

♡ He would never admit it but he even found it kind of thrilling.

♡ Regardless, he always prefers having sex in one of your dorms, because it usually means you can take your time and you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing who might not want to.

♡ Okie that’s it! Wuv u :3