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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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bestie help i can’t stop thinking about fucking older! ateez 😭😭😭 like iMAGINE 50-something year old san or yeosang (or san AND yeosang…👀👀) the way they’d be kinda cocky because of their success when they were younger (and their /experiences/ when they were younger) HHHH and they’d treat y/n like their little princess and when they fuck you theyd be like “does this pretty baby just need a cock inside her little pussy SO bad that she’s willing fuck an old guy like me?“ and girl u KNOW they’re both gonna be buff as FUCK by that age i- i need to stop myself

holy fuck i love you for sending this ask like i am REELING you have no idea 😭😭 i almost went insane typing this out like i am down astronomically for dilf ateez esp older ateez like okay sure 30 year old san/yeo would be fine af but 50 YEAR OLD SAN/YEO??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP 💳💥💳💥 so yeah i ended up writing an entire fic and i know this wasn’t technically a request but i just had to 😭i dedicate the following to you bestie so i hope i did it justice 🖤

𝙰 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠

Older! San x Fem! Reader x Older! Yeosang

Genre: smut

W.C: 3.6k

Summary: San and Yeosang visit your place of work, hoping to unwind after another long day of being incredibly rich and powerful.

Warnings: reader is in her early 20s, aged up! san/yeo, dom! san, soft dom! yeo, sansang, brief olfactophilia, cigar smoking, alcohol usage, mentions of age difference, pet names, use of the names sir/Daddy, dirty talk, degradation, super brief masterbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, oral (receiving), squirting, two instances of unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, kissing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

Song Recs: Planet Girl by Jooyoung feat. pH-1, Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd, Into It by Chase Atlantic, The Walls by Chase Atlantic

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You were working at your city’s local upscale cigar lounge when two of your favorite customers came in. Choi San and Kang Yeosang. Though they were both old enough to be your dad, they still were still infinitely hotter than most guys your age. And they knew it too.

As per usual, they were both dressed in fairly casual, but obviously luxury brand clothes. Gucci and YSL, from what you could recognize. You weren’t personally familiar with those brands, but you could tell just from being around the other (usually affluent) customers. Your eyes scanned them, watching them walk from the entrance over to the counter you were standing behind. They were wearing a fair amount of jewelry, the silver and gold accents of their necklaces and bracelets only serving to make the extent of their wealth just a little more obvious to anyone that was near them. Of course, you noticed the sleek buttoned loafers they had on as well, knowing those alone probably cost more than your rent.

The wrinkles underneath their eyes appeared a little more prominent than usual, the both of them tired and ready to relax at the end of a busy day. San gave you a small wave, resting his hand down on the mahogany counter, his aromatic cologne making its way to your nose. It gave off strong accents of sandalwood, with hints of cinnamon coming through as well.

“Welcome back, Mr. Choi. Mr. Kang. Your usual?”

San nodded his head, already pulling his leather wallet out of the back pocket of his black pleated trousers. You could tell that they were professionally tailored from the way they perfectly hugged his muscular thighs.

Two Cubans,” you started, already feeling like you were about to lose your cool, but forcing yourself to pull out a small cigar case and opening it up, pushing it in their direction for them to inspect.

Yeosang stepped closer to the counter to pick up a cigar and make sure it was up to his standards, allowing you to smell his cologne of choice as well. Though it was similar to San’s in terms of it being able to turn you on, it had a much more gentle scent, giving off notes of citrus and lavender. “Forgetting something, dollface?” he questioned, his deep, silky voice permeating in your ears.

“And a bottle of scotch. Single malt,” you added, feeling an obvious knot already beginning to form inside your stomach. You reached for the bottle from the shelf behind you and set it down on the counter, along with an identical set of shot glasses.

“Anything else?” You twirled a lock of hair around your manicured finger and looked Yeosang up and down, who was already doing the same to you. You bit your lip, giving San a once over as well, who returned it with an even hungrier reaction.

“It depends. Are you on the menu as well, sweetheart? I’d love to find out how you taste,” San questioned confidently in a low, but smooth tone, sliding his platinum credit card into your hand, his slender fingers drifting over yours.

Yeosang elbowed his friend in the side, giving him a slight grimace. “Have you ever heard of being subtle?”

“Why be subtle when this works ten times faster?” San retorted, rolling his eyes, which prompted Yeosang to open his mouth like he was about to argue with him.

Unable to ignore the aching in between your thighs, you found yourself giving into one of San’s various attempts at seducing you. Obviously, it was incredibly unprofessional of you, but you were at your wits’ end, unable to resist such a delicious offer.

“I’m…I’m actually off the clock in a little bit…if you two wanted to…you know…” you interrupted in a soft voice, paranoid that your manager would somehow catch wind of what was about to go down all the way from his office.

San and Yeosang exchanged glances, the both of them eventually sharing the same lewd smile.

“Put us down for one of the private rooms,” San informed, watching you press a few things on the screen of your work’s pos system and swipe his card through the reader, his dark eyes zoning in on how tightly your black long sleeve top fit on your body. “You’ll join us as soon as you get off, alright, baby?”

“Of course, Mr. Choi,” you answered sweetly, handing the older man his card back, along with the key to the room.

San shook his head slightly, putting the key and his wallet into his pocket, before wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle of scotch, passing the two shot glasses to Yeosang. Turning his attention back to you, he stated point-blank, “You’ll be addressing me as Daddy for the rest of the night. Now, let me hear you say it.”

“Yes…” you started, peering over your shoulder to see if anyone was there, which no one was, thankfully. “Yes, Daddy.” San gave you a pleased smile, elbowing Yeosang just like he had done earlier.

Yeosang added, “And you can address me as sir, pretty girl.”

Your eyes flickered over to Yeosang’s brown ones, unconsciously wetting the corner of your lips with your tongue. “See you in a little bit, sir.”

Yeosang slid a hand into one of his blazer pockets, looking back at you with a small smirk, picturing what you’d look like with his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t take too long, darling.”

Knowing there weren’t cameras set up in the vip room for privacy reasons, you felt like you should be able to relax, but that simply wasn’t happening for you. It was most likely due to the fact that two insanely attractive men were sitting on the velvet couch opposite from you, sharing the strong liquor they had purchased and silently puffing on their cigars, all while undressing you with their eyes.

“You’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, haven’t you? Even though we’re thirty years your senior?” San leaned his back against the plush cushion behind him, resting a palm down onto one of his thighs.

“Mmm-hmm,” you nodded, despite gripping your knees so tightly your knuckles turned white, in search of some comfort, wondering if you were even capable of surviving this unbelievably arousing situation.

“Nervous, baby?” San let out a soft chuckle, taking delight in your predicament, unlike his seasoned counterpart, who was already filling up a glass with the scotch and passing it in your direction.

“Ignore him. Have a drink and relax, okay? We can take things slow, fast, and everything in between. It’s up to you. We don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to,” Yeosang informed, noticing the way you shook your head and took a few gulps of the scotch.

“I want to do this. You two just make me really nervous cuz you’re so…so…” You couldn’t seem to finish your sentence, your mind too occupied with focusing on Yeosang, who had stood up and walked over to you, his elegant frame towering over your own.

“I understand. Just be sure to let us know if you want us to stop.” Yeosang held the bottom of your chin and tilted it up, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Nod your head for me, doll.” Once you did so, he hummed to himself. “Good girl,” he added, his words coming out like they were drenched in honey, slowly pushing his thumb past your parted lips.

You could’ve melted right then and then, the strong liquor inside your mostly empty stomach sending a pleasant warmth over the expanse of your body. “Mm,” you moaned softly, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with half-closed eyes.

“That’s it…”

San tapped his cigar near the glass ashtray that was sitting on the small table between the couches, clearing his throat to get his friend’s attention. “Take off her clothes for me, Sangie,” he chimed lovingly, the vapor leaving his mouth, pleased with the sight of Yeosang smiling at him and pulling his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, so that he could pull your top off of you.

“Harder. Finger yourself harder, baby. Yeah, just like that,” San groaned, lazily stroking his cock with one hand and still bringing his cigar up to his lips, taking a puff of it now and then. “Are you going to cum for us?”

You were sitting back against the seat with your legs spread, pushing your digits into your cunt as deep as you possibly could, your hand starting to cramp from how long you had been going at it. “I’m trying to, Daddy,” you responded, your tone rising in pitch near the end, tossing your head back from being on the cusp of your orgasm, but not quite getting there.

“God, you’re so hot. Does your real dad know how much of a slut you are?”

“Uh-uh.” Feeling more pain in your hand than you anticipated, you relaxed it and closed your eyes, sighing out of frustration. You didn’t even notice when Yeosang had gotten onto his knees in front of you, until you felt the flat of his tongue moving up and down your soaking cunt. “Oh, fuck-”

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, massaging his thumbs into your upper thighs and giving you a reassuring smile, prior to eating you out like you were his first meal of the day.

“Oh my goddd…” You slumped down slightly against the couch, your fingers pushing past his dyed dark blonde locks, making eye contact with San, who was jerking himself off a little faster than before.

“How does she taste?” San asked, squeezing his fingers around his cockhead every time he got up to it, a few droplets of pre-cum dripping down the side.

Yeosang reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you to groan, “She tastes fucking delicious, San,” before replacing his tongue with his fingers, your eager hole swallowing them up to the hilt.

“I’m jealous.”

“You should be,” Yeosang chuckled, glancing back at San, as he shoved his digits into you so fast, you thought you might unravel then and there. “Don’t look away either. You’re going to watch me when I make her squirt all over my face.”

San groaned deeply at his friend’s words, sinking even further into the couch, some of his black hair falling into his eyes. He immediately blew it out of the way so that he could admire the way Yeosang’s tongue was quickly flicking across your clit. “Don’t worry, Sangie. I’m watching…”

“I’m…cumming…!” It didn’t take long for you to reach your limit, incredibly overwhelmed by all of the pleasure that Yeosang was giving you, as well as from the way that San was drinking in the sight of you and eagerly bringing himself to his own pinnacle of gratification.

A gravelly sounding moan erupted from Yeosang’s vocal cords, holding his mouth open near your pulsing hole and catching most of the clear liquid that squirted out of you on his tongue and in his throat, gulping it down.

“F-uuuuck, that’s so hot…” San choked out, in between grunts, his hips bucking up, just as he shot his load out onto his bare, chiseled abdomen, incredibly relieved that he had unbuttoned his overtly lavish shirt.

You ran your fingers delicately through Yeosang’s hair, breathing heavily and shuddering when he cleaned up the rest of his arousal with his tongue. “Nnngh, please, sir, let me take care of you too.”

“No need, doll,” he replied shakily, his porcelain cheeks incredibly flushed and his eyes glossy. Yeosang unbuttoned his velvet pants and pulled them down, along with his tight briefs, revealing his softened, cum-covered length.

“Oh, wow…” you blushed, bringing a hand up to your mouth and gawking at him, biting back a gasp when Yeosang’s dick started to come alive again just from the way you were looking at it.

San sighed softly, slicking his slightly damp hair back. “That’s my Sangie, always so eager to please.”

Smiling, Yeosang stood up and walked back to the other couch, sitting down next to San and gathering up some of his own cum, gently moving it up and down his friend’s length to make him hard again.

San groaned in delight, adding, “But enough about him.” He snapped his fingers, gaining your attention, beckoning you in his direction with his index finger. “Come over here and sit on my cock, baby.”

You almost ran into the coffee table, just narrowly avoiding it and enthusiastically lowering yourself down on San’s lap. “Are you going to fuck me nice and hard, Daddy?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart? It’d be a sin not to.” San grabbed both sides of your ass and kneaded into it with his strong hands, guiding your entrance to his cockhead and pushing himself inside, a few inches at a time, until all nine were inside of you.

“Oh, fuuuuck…” you exhaled, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled up by the man you had been secretly pining for.

Seeing Yeosang starting to jerk himself off through his peripheral, San began slamming himself into you, right out of the gate, the couch creaking underneath the both of you. “You like watching me fuck her like this, Yeo? Huh? You love it, don’t you?”

Yeosang moaned, moving his hand a bit faster, relishing the dynamic he shared with his friend, as well as the sight of you taking his cock in such an obedient way. “Pull her hair, San…for me…and-fuck-kiss her neck!”

San followed Yeosang’s directions, bunching up your hair and holding it like you had it up in a ponytail, then pulling it down so you had to look up and expose your neck in the process, earning a strangled sound of pleasure from your lips. “Yeah? You fucking like that?”

“Uh-huhhh…” You closed your eyes for a moment, shivering when San lazily kissed, lapped at, and sucked on your neck, feeling his warm breath hit your skin whenever he let out a soft pant from how hard he was fucking you.

Yeosang leaned his body weight against San’s, their shoulders and toned arms pressing into one another. “Keep talking to her like that…” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, completely wrapped up in the heavy, intoxicating tension that seemed to swallow the room whole.

“Do you like the way I’m pounding this pretty pussy of yours, baby?” San complied, squeezing his fingers into the sides of your bouncing ass and smacking it a few times, making sure to leave a few handprints.

“Yes, Daddy…!”

“Who fucks you better? Me or those twenty-something shitheads you meet on Tinder?”

“You!”

Yeosang leaned his head down against San’s shoulder, hunching over slightly so that his hand could slide rapidly up and down his throbbing length. “Oh, god…”

“Do you think your coworkers can hear you being a little whore for me? What about that manager of yours? Do you think he knows you’re getting your pussy stuffed by a man way older than him? And being watched by someone who’s just as old?”

“I don’t care if he does! Fuck me harder!” you cried, almost delirious at this point.

Yeosang shook his head, letting go of his cock to comment, “Jesus Christ, San, you know I don’t like it when you talk about how old we are. It’s making me go soft.”

San scoffed, stopping his movements for a moment so that he could casually give Yeosang a side eye, allowing you to bounce on his cock instead, giving you the power to bring yourself to a much-needed state of ecstasy. San groaned out, pressing his head back into the couch, grumbling, “I can’t help that it turns me on, Yeo. Are you really kink-shaming me right now? In the middle of this?”

“I’m not-”

“Ohhh, I see. You’re just upset she’s not fucking herself dumb on your cock, huh?” San reached over and patted Yeosang’s thigh, giving him a cheeky grin. “Don’t worry, Yeo. Once I empty my load into her, you can have a turn.”

Yeosang’s hand returned to his cock, giving it enough attention so that he could return to the same state of pleasure he was at before, focusing on the way your tits bounced in front of San’s sweaty face.

“You’ll let me cum inside you, yeah?” San grabbed onto one of your breasts and moved it around, idly tweaking one of your nipples with two fingers, bringing a sharp gasp out of you.

“I…I don’t know…” Though you were on birth control, you dreaded the thought of having to try to keep cum from spilling out of you on the walk out of the building, and including the drive home. What if it stained the seats? And you just got them redone too. That would be-

“Please, baby,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs tightening, making them go rigid, some of his pre-cum coating your soaked inner walls. “What if I buy you something? You want a pretty little dress? Or what about a new laptop, huh? I’ll even double whatever you get on your paycheck — just let me cum inside you, baby. Please, let me fill this slutty cunt of yours!”

“Okay, okay! Just hurry up and-” You couldn’t form another word, too preoccupied with the way that San was holding you down, his hot cum filling you up to the brim, to the point that some had to drip down the base of his dick.

“Ohhhh, god…that’s it…”

Once San pulled out, Yeosang had already recovered from his own orgasm and picked you up by the waist, effortlessly pulling you into his own lap and immediately replacing San’s cock with his own, growing hard inside you, upon feeling your walls tightening up around his thick length. “It’s my turn, darling.”

“Oh my god,” was all you could get out, unable to resist the way Yeosang began expertly bucking his hips up into yours, hitting your g-spot almost instantly. “Sir…!”

“What a good girl you are, taking another cock right after taking mine,” San cooed near your ear, biting the shell of it and slamming his palm into your ass, causing you to cry out.

“Does that feel good, angel?” Yeosang spoke up, peppering your sensitive neck with kisses, his calloused hands running up and down along the curves of your body, eventually settling on your tits and cupping them.

“Y-esss, so fucking good…!” You were about to explain how amazing it felt in further detail, but you were silenced when the man’s lips suddenly pressed onto yours, his tongue slipping into your slightly open mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, appreciating how desperate he was to kiss you, to explore your mouth so fervently, as though he had a time limit.

San moved even closer to the both of you, grabbing the opposite side of your chin and pulling you towards him, breaking the kiss and allowing small ropes of spit to fall from your lips. “Let me have a taste,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth onto yours and kissing you in a more sloppy, but still passionate manner.

Being stimulated in so many ways at once sent you over the edge, feeling your pussy clenching around Yeosang’s length, just as a large amount of arousal splashed out onto it. “Mmmnnn!”

“How many times did you cum for us, baby? I bet you can’t even count,” San mused, gently pushing your face away and reaching down in between your heated bodies, rubbing your swollen clit. “Cum again, babydoll, so you can brag about it to your little friends on your social media later.”

“I…ahhhh….” Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your head and body pulsing with mind-numbing delight, barely able to keep any sort of grasp on reality.

Yeosang pumped himself into you at such a fast speed, San could barely keep his fingers on your clit, but still managed to play with it long enough that their combined efforts sent you into a fit of pleasure-induced hysteria.

All you could get out was a string of yeses, while quite a few tears fell down your warm cheeks, hardly noticing when Yeosang wiped them away and pulled out of you, just in time for his cum to land on your chest and abdomen in slow spurts.

Almost passing out, you pulled off of Yeosang and settled in between the two older men, huffing and puffing until the flood of endorphins that had previously rushed to your brain finally mellowed out.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, San reached for his half-filled glass of scotch and took a small sip of it, then leaned back against the couch, spreading his arms across the top of it. “So, laptop it is, then?” he asked, nudging your thigh with his own.

You sucked your teeth, shaking your head slightly. “Mm, I’ll take the money. And if we do this again, would you consider tripling the amount if I let you cum inside me as much as you want?”

San sighed softly, facing you and giving you what could only be described as heart eyes, prior to looking past you at Yeosang, who was too busy sending a proud smile your way. “I think I’m in love,” San admitted, drumming his fingers lightly against the couch.

Yeosang reached over to you so that he could caress your cheek, earning a small sound of approval from you. “Get in line, pal.”

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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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A dream i had has been haunting me so here i am.

A jock any sport my dream wasnt specific just a popular jock is the reader and he is just so popular and everyone loves him and of course everyone assumes since his this big jock his the dom in the relationship between him and his boyfriend when in fact his the complete opposite.

The boyfriend can be in the band or a part of the cheer team again it depends on the sport and my dreams never clarify, He hears one of these conversations and has a brilliant idea that he was gonna put the reader in his place and everyone is gonna know that place.

I have no idea what kinks would be used, Just kinky and maybe some praise but ropes are involved or something, just use your imagination

Honestly just nerds putting jocks in their place 🤭🤭

U have in turn haunted me with this request 😤 i hope u enjoy since u didnt say who so i used toby bc hhhh i hope das oke <3 yall need to tell me more dreams ong (football is soccer) also sorry for so much toby but hes my cc and i need hims content

/tobys back story for today, put up w bullying met you, go to college together he kills his parents a couple weeks before instead leaving them in the basement and hiding their deaths, tobys already snapped but still has comprehension of who he was as a kid/

college au/jealousy kinda fic/comfort at start kind

/violence(toby gets violent too a character who doesn’t matter)blood/minor gore(?)/

You let out a gasping huff, bending over hands on your knees as your body scraped for oxygen. Sweat caused your football strip to stick to you, you dragged the wet clothing off of your sticky body, fanning it hoping to cool yourself down. “Thats it for today ladies!” The coach shouted, finally dismissing you all from practise.

You wiped the sweat off of your brow using your shirt as you jogged to the locker rooms. Mentally preparing yourself for the stink of many sweaty men crammed into one room, you pushed the door open immediately hit with the odour and cringing. You ignored it and made your way to your locker, you were convinced of the fact the cleaners had never stepped foot in here.

You all but threw yourself down into a bench after collecting your things, leaning against the wall and taking deep breaths. Your soaking hair clung to you and you brushed it away, the wetness helping it stay out of your face. A towel was thrown next to you and you cocked an eyebrow up at the intruder, trying to keep the scowl off of your face when the team captain came into view.

His cocky smirk drove you to the brink of insanity, the urge to knock it off of his arrogant face overwhelming. “Whats the deal with you and twitchy?” You glowered at him. “Dont call him that.” He had the audacity to laugh as he began stripping, the locker room falling silent as your voices bounced around the room. “Well?” He laughed armed raised and looking around as if he was confused. “You fucking him or something?” You tried not to flush, doing your best to cover any affect he might see with a glare. “If we were? So what?” You challenged, keeping eye contact with the prick.

He laughed and shook his head. “Calm down princess no need to get so angry, was just askin’.” Before you could respond your boyfriends voice had your attention to him, shock covering your face as you thought he still had band practise. “Speak of rats and they come crawlin’.” Your captain was incredibly lucky your entire life was banking on a sports scholarship.

“Fuck you want?” Toby’s deep voice always sent shivers running up your spine, the anger in his tone not helping. He sounded even hotter when he was spitting fire at someone. You took a deep breath, ready to tell Toby to forget it and to go home. “Yeah he was telling us alll about how he fucks you.” Paul chucked, arms crossed as he smirked at you both.

You could feel how angry Toby was getting at this point, dealing with his shit for way longer then you had at this point. What you didn’t expect was for Toby to lunge forward slamming straight into paul and slamming his head off of the ground, you froze completely as your teammates rushed to pull the scraping two apart, well, Toby was currently punching Paul and Paul was currently taking it while wailing for him to stop.

Toby had changed a lot recently, he seemed a lot quicker to react with anger then he use to be. Eyes holding something dark that scared you, you wanted to run and pull him off. You really did. But Toby barely looked human in that moment, blood covering his face as he continually wailed into Paul. Your team mates finally pulled them apart and when Paul stood you couldn’t deny the relief that flooded you as you quickly ran to Toby.

You ran through the corridors, your footsteps slamming against the ground and echoing off of the walls. Toby suddenly took over, dragging you instead. Surprise took over you and you tried your best not to trip as you both ran towards your home.

Luckily you didn’t live far away, having a small house your parents had left you. You both practically broke the door down and you paused to stare at the back of Toby’s head. “Yo-you could’ve killed him.” You choked out after a few minutes of silence.

“And so what?” He suddenly growled out, bloody face staring you down as his eyes bugged out. Rage was still burning through his veins, you could see his twitching worsen as his breathing got more laboured. He marched towards you backing you into a wall. His hands slamming either side of your head. “So wh-what, huh? Whu-what if i di-d-d-id!.” He slammed his palms against the wall as his stutter worsened. “What then?” His voice was normal, almost sounding hallow as he spoke. His dull brown eyes gazed into yours, you could see the unshed tears gathering in his lashes. You felt a warm heat flood inside of your chest, making a promise in that moment.

Your shaking hand came to rest on his cheek, causing him to flinch. Shock was written across Toby’s face. “I’ll always love you.” You took a second to clear your throat. “No matter what. No matter what wrong you do. I. Love. You.” You kept looking into his eyes, hoping with each word it’d work its way into his head.

Toby’s mind had went blank, his heart twisting almost painfully as he say the earnest look in your eyes. Shining, full of love for him. Toby pushed his lips against yours, tongue quick to push its way into your mouth. He gripped your ass tight and pulled you close together, grinding your hips together. His mood swings always threw you through a loop, this one happened to be the most unsettling. “You know who yo-you belong to r-r-ri-right.” He stuttered out, eyes glued to your face. You bit your lip. “I belong to Toby Rogers.”

That was all it took for him to yank your jeans down, scooping you up into his arms and press you against the wall as his tongue made its way down your throat. Moans poured out of you as he ground against you, your back scraping against the wall with the force. “Th-tha-ts right. Good boy.” He made quick work of his fly, his cock flopping out and hitting against you. All you could do was moan in excitement as Toby lined himself up, he found his way to your neck his breath tickling your skin. He licked his lips, tongue flicking against your skin and sending your body shivering.

“T-Toby.” You whined you, grinding down against his cock and moaning as he pressed against your hole. “Sti-still we-wett from this morn-morni-.” He cut himself off with a growl, slamming into you and relishing in your scream and the way your nails dug into his shoulders. Toby easily fucked you against the wall, almost acting as if you weighed nothing. You wondered whether it had to do with his disorder or not. Toby was quick to fuck any thought out of your brain, in love with the dumb mess you turned into when you had sex.

“Who ma-makes you feel thi-is good?” You kept eye contact as he used you like a flesh light. “F-fuck, Toby, only Toby. You!” You screamed out as toby railed into your prostate, eyes crossing as he fucked you stupid. Toby growled and bit into your shoulder, you let out a yelp. Pain flooded your neck and Toby pulled back to give you a bloody smile, the idea of being marked by Toby forever going straight to your heart and cock. “Do it! Ma-mark me up. Want every-on-one to know who i bel-belong to.” You moaned out, Toby’s thick cock wreaking you from the inside out.

You choked as your orgasm came quick, sending you screaming Toby’s name as you came on his cock. The tight heat of your ass was enough to make him cum, the feeling of you actually cuming on his cock is what sent him over the edge, desperately fucking into you. Part of him hoped he left a hole no one else could ever fill.

His knuckles went white as he clung to to you, deep breathing as he rode his high out inside of you. He fell into you, pushing you into the wall as you held him. Hand making its way into his fluffy brown hair, you tugged it lightly to get those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much to look at you. Everytime you looked into his eyes you felt breathless, despite the tired, cold, hardened look to them that had developed, they still made your knees weak. “I love you.” You whispered against his lips, slotting them together after he repeated his words to you.

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candiid-caniine · 6 months

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cw: genderplay, transfem supremacy, breeding kink

hhhh feeling completely normal [read: humping my bed] about some kinda particular intersection btwn transfem supremacy and cucking 🫠

just. I'm this agender cuntpet service toy, right. and She's my mean owner. I service Her girlcock whenever, wherever, and however She commands because it's my obligation. but...I'm mostly a sex toy, I'm spayed, and I'm not a boy or a girl, just a pet, so Her obvious right to fuck and breed boys and girls is not fulfilled by me.

just imagining Her getting ready to go on dates. telling me in detail all the things She's going to do to Her hookups, all the ways I fail to service Her. calling me useless. calling me Her "right hand" because She only ever jerks off with me 🫠 and then when She gets home She takes me out of my cage and forces my face in Her crotch and forces me to huff the smell of sweet, fertile cunt dripping off Her 💕

if I'm lucky, maybe I get to clean Her off with my tongue. or maybe She fucks me without cleaning Herself off and mocks me about how this is as close to true breeding stock as I'm ever gonna get. or She has me fuck Her with my strap and tells me it's as close to worthy cunt as I'm ever gonna get.

maybe sometimes She brings me along, or brings Her dates home, and they mock me about how useless I am, how I'm lucky She even keeps me around when She has as much cunt as She could want. maybe my job is to fuck Her with a strap while Her partner cockwarms Her, milking Her prostate as long as She desires.

bonus points if She never even cums in me 💕 maybe on me, if I'm lucky, but maybe She denies me Her cum - why would She waste it on me, anyway? my job is to edge Her and be good porn for Her so that when She finds someone She wants to breed, She's nice and backed up and full. maybe the closest I ever get to Her holy girlcum is using my tiny little puppy strap to keep Her dates plugged up so it'll take 🫠 I'm just there to get Her hard and be Her right hand, after all 💕

#transfem supremacy #breeding k1nk #genderplay #cucking #t4t nsft #denial #h/d #tw: breeding kink #tw: genderplay #no preg #tw: transfem supremacy #only barks #fu #tw: free use

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tojisun · 7 months

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anon from the simon ask here,, sorry if the enclosure thing was to much i didn't know how else to express how insane i am for that man (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) and never EVER apologize for ranting i love it n i get it ! i don't think i ever saw my feeling so well explained in words. also, i completely understand the competence kink thing there's something so hot about a man that knows what he's doing and simon IS that man like he just looks so capable n ready for everything AND THE WAY HE CARES UGH i could cry thinking of the way he silently shows it. when i first started getting involved in cod i thought he would be this cold cold man but after watching a 5 hours walkthrough (i told you im crazy) i discovered this truly intricate character who seems like he feels so much even if he says so little HHH i just love him. for me his size was a principal attractive because duh but also i feel that it screams safety, like nothing can hurt you as long as he holds you but that could be my own conglomerate of issues speaking ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌ over all, n as dumb as it can sound, he's a big source of comfort for me cuz i feel that if there's someone who could understand me it definitely him.

anyway im looking forward for the new works, i already know they r going to be amazing, and sorry for the long ass ask you can ignore it if you want <3

DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THIS ASK, IM DEVOURING IT!!! thank you for interacting back btw like oh my god i dunno how else to express how ?-$,&2$:$!: i am for this man and so seeing my ramblings be mirrored back makes me so happy 😭🫶🏼 also dont worry about the enclosure thing hahshshd made me laugh so hard, swearr

AND YOURE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING!!! theres something so fucking attractive about a man whos exceptional at what he does. the authority that underlies his competence because well you cant help but trust him; you cant help but want to trust him. AND THE WAY HE CARES??? THE WAY ITS THAT SILENT TYPE??? i (still) dunno much abt him but just like u, i thought hes those cold guys whos a lil bit of a lone wolf yk? then i found out that those dad jokes he kept cracking for soap was to ensure soap doesnt pass out because hes been shot?? i didnt expect it from him tbh but i think thats why i started spiralling harder – seeing how hes just a caring man!!!

N HHHHH THE SIZE AND HOW HES YOUR SAFETY?? ITS LIKE YOURE PEERING THROUGH MY MIND RN??? im sorry in advance bc ive been overusing this phrase but his size, on top of his personality and skills, makes me feel small but in a safe and tender way. does that make sense?? like, when he holds you, it just feels like he’s folding you within himself before tucking you in the pockets in his chest. and hhhh i cant stop envisioning the way that when he loves, it feels like safety and comfort; security and steadiness. LIKE you fit perfectly in his arms, under his chin, your face pressed on his chest where you can hear his heart beating. because he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s back home with you because he’s found a home in you. yk???

I JUST. I THINK THAT DYNAMIC SUITS HIM N YOU SM – HES YOUR SAFETY BUT YOURE HIS HOME RAAAAAHHHHHH hope that makes sm sense bc im typing this w my heart lodged into my throat and ik im rambling all over the place. im just so into him, its so 😭

“i feel like if theres someone who could understand me its definitely him” YEA. JUST, YEA

thank you so so much for ur support omg 🥹🫶🏼 im like a puddle rn its hdhjwjdjd thank you again for this ask darling <333 im sorry that my response turned out long (again) and hhhh sorry for the sporadic capslock usage 😭 take care sweetheart 💘💘💘

#anon #ask #simon is just.. wow yk?#an absolute unit of a man #the way i need him in a visceral way is just. WOW #i cant even explain past me overusing ‘HE MAKES ME CRAZY’ 😭#but yea! thank u again bb for this ask <333 #simon ghost riley

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sugoi-writes · 9 days

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FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

#gah now im all mushy #i need to watch Howl's Moving Castle again #I NEED IT #☄️❤️ i said i love you like a million times let me know if that makes you uncomfy please? hahah;;;#MWUAH #☄️❤️anon #sweet post #smutmus #danny rambles #danny speaks

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brinehater · 12 days

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tbh actually mentioning "Brant's line from Wilhelmina's quest" in the tags of that last post got me super thinking about it again and hhhh oh my god. I had to dig through my screenshots and I found it so now I get to be annoying about it!

OK so like I ship Wildrose with Sven very hard, I am a massive sucker for cute ships and they're a cute ship, could be adorable with an extent of longing for spice and oh boy, I die on that hill. it grabs me and tosses me off the nearest cliff. inject that prince plot potential straight into my eyeballs thank you.

but also I, brinehater? the shambling trenchcoat filled with five gremlins? marrying Sara, Menella, and Brant. but probably especially Brant, if solely because Brant has these lines in Every Rose Has Its Thorn

and it does something to my brain chemistry that makes me immediately just ohhhhhhh. I know this is Wilhelmina's quest (I also love her, but like in a "she's cool" way) but I'm here for Brant saying IF YOU WOULD DIRTY YOUR HANDS, THEN I SHALL MUSTER THE RESOLVE TO DO THE SAME it honestly instantly sends me I'm ready for marriage any time, ser.

actually most romantic thing in the game (not from a pawn), 20/10

#viewing the dragon's dogma (dis)respectfully #this one is very rambling whoops #this is why I have this area as my designated screaming box #I was going to put these in the tags but no this is going to be exclusive to everyone who pulls the blanket off my cage #also because the order I hit quests the other reason I'm here for this quest is because #Wildrose would be down as well for getting rid of Allard at this point; he just threatened Sven in Phantom Oxcart

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scp-ao3-author · 8 months

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Hi! Do you have any stories about the origin of something you wrote?

OH OH OH OH OKAY

SO UHHH LETS JUST DO THEM ALL

Lightning:

Lightning was my first attempt at a 100k fic. its currently on anonymous because I have a firm belief that A Certain Author is reading my work and that is very scary. There was an actual draft that made it TO 100k, but the plot sucked?

Like I detailed every moment of Y/N from birth to SCP Foundation because I was a very "Grrr... Accuracy" guy. and then I had an entire subplot between y/n and kondraki, which inevitably fails. there was a whole thing of Y/n's brain being fried from amnestics and someone was like "this is actually stupid :/" so i ended up rewriting it with whatever I pulled from my ass.

Confession booth:

Confession booth was supposed to be a crack fic. surprise surprise. my (ex) friend wanted me to write a crack fic of clef in a priest outfit. but he didnt seem... like the kind of guy to just do that for no reason? at least back then I figured him to be like that guy. since then, I have grown to learn more about clef so in hindsight, I would like to rewrite some of my older stories to be more fitting. But I made a plot to rationalize Priest Clef and well. thats what was created.

Hold The Line:

I was maladaptive Daydreaming to Give and Take by Poor Mans Poison and i thought I was going to die if i didnt share the thoughts in my head.

The Only World You Know:

I got tired of Iceberg being shitty and pathetic with no backstory. Had to flesh that sad little milkshake

Take the seeds:

Fin.

Memory:

I always had the headcanon that Francis had legitimately worked in the Foundation as a system well before taking control as Dr. Clef. But one of the questions that always begged in my head was like... How would he have reacted with the other staff? I experimented with Kondraki, who also went through his original change. The idea of Kondraki being part of the Montauk Procedure and spiraling actually came from Author Kondraki's old blog. the rest I pulled out my ass with the help of a few friends. The original story was supposed to be "They hate each other, but begrudgingly are forced to get along. thats it." but people were ADAMANT about making them fall in love. it was mildly uncomfortable but i rolled with it and i will admit. I kind of like how it turned out apart from the last chapter.

Its Like Dying:

I wanted to write a followup to Memory about how Francis affected Kondraki's life in such a way that when Kondraki finally realized he cared, it had been too late to actually follow through on that. He takes this out towards Clef, the man who suddenly appeared after Francis Dissapeared, but eventually learns to accept when something is gone forever, and hopefully when i get around to it again, he will move towards actually accpeting clef into his life, not knowing that hes the only other person who will treat him like hes not insane for knowing Francis Existed.

I Am Ready To See You Again:

its supposed to be like a ressurection idea not FOR resurrection but similar. they wake up, everything is new and strange. and different. but as they explore the memory of their previous lifetime goes away, and they have to adjust to their own world. It centers mainly around A Major what with their multi universal knowledge? the idea was SUPPOSED to be that at least. I got the intro out and.... I lost all my notes apart from "Gears finds 173"

They Dont Even Have Dental:

This was supposed to be a silly joke seminar about Clef hating the GOC for not having dental, a running gag between some of my friend groups. its like an unspoken agreement. that place sucks, they dont have dental. and then i planted a cute little bit of plot at the end for an... upcoming show im working on. dw. ill share the script.

when its done.

Francis Disturbed:

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.

HHHH OKAY SO.

this was built off of a million headcanons swirling in my little head, but the final headcanon that broke the google doc was this:

Francis was a premature baby.

lemme break this one down im a bit excited lol

in 4231, Francis loved lily. alot. and it hurt him because she hurt him, but he stayed nonetheless. that, plus having DID? probably meant that it was VERY unlikely he had a stable family life growing up. dads out of the picture, type greenery adapted at a young age... you know? it adds up. then there was the stuff about agora. I thought...

I honestly thought that Agora was laying the self-shaming and "I should have killed my son" stuff a bit... i hated it. Like it was good but it rubbed me the wrong way a little and after a moment im like... "What if... i worked with that idea?" and created a story about Francis' childhood dynamic. this is where it gets fun:

Ive been planning the next chapter for a little while now, but this all happened during a time period in which I did not EXIST, so i have to go around my writing carefully. the next chapter is going to be the after effects of what... Agora... Did... and after THAT we get to see Francis entering the GOC, and what happened to him in the Ichabod Campaign.

it gets a little funny there was going to be a bit where ukulele gets a balloon tied to his arm so his team can find him off-missions.

Now. this wont make sense, until you SEE the chapter but... I cant continue writing the story until I get a physical copy of IT by stephen king....

and i dont live near a library or book shop OR thrift store that has it.

And I hate amazon.

A Different Shade OF Green:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD

HHHHH lemme grab my notes uhhhh ADSOG has been planned for a WHILE

ACTUALLY HERES THE DRAFT

FAIR WARNING: TREAT this story like it is NOT the actual bones of ADSOG on AO3. I kind of just kept rambling, I wanted an arc for a story where Blackbird takes an interest into Francis, but it ultimately doesn't work out, ukulele appears more. Adam is a dick. Ten is more active in the story too. there's SO many differences between this and the actual story. AND the format is FUCKED

ADSOG was supposed to be a single one shot, where seven confronted clef about his issues. She responds to his dickish behavior by shoving a spoon into his face, and he replies by biting into it and slowly chewing it while they make eye contact. that was ALL the story was supposed to be. then i was like "I like the barber scene." that is actually a one shot on its own that i just blended into the draft and main story. there are SO gonna be more scenes in the main story where francis is stimmming. at some point or another though i had at one point built SO many one shot stories on them that i just said fuck it and made it all one big story and

oh my god.

you are going to cry at the ending.

Orangechild:

uhh this was actually a full narrative but then i hit up @tickedtimebomb and was like "give me a line that fucks and ill turn it into a poem" and that's how I got "and then i fed the world my soul" WHICH IS ALSO REFRENCED IN THE DRAFT OF ADSOG

idk if anyone's noticed or not but i have a million little red strings tying all of my story together. :D

Coworker activites:

I just like john's work.

stop dicking around mann:

every kondraki ship has its bottle dick chapter.

intervention:

fin

eye for an eye:

Eye for an eye was created with the ongoing concept of "4231-a comes back, how will clef react?" but instead of the "he would cry and die" I decided to go for a "He's going to be pissed."

taphestry:

I REALLY LIKE JOHNS WORK

it is a vacation:

I had a silly idea of the doctors being sent to antarctica and i played with it a little with mattastr0phic because I wanted myriad in the story. I had another friend who helped me with the iceberg bit too. <3

in cod we trust:

I just wanted to give Cimmerian some shit.

apples and oranges:

I take commissions for writing. I was paid to make this, that doesn't mean I don't love it though i have EVERY chapter preplanned. as of right now, unfortunately, I am on pause for my writing because I burned myself a little bit on regular writing and am just sticking to script writing for some *cough* shows.

Ketchup and Mustard:

I am preparing for something called a "Kingson bomb" which is: whenever i have an extra amount of money laying around, I grab some artists and nab them to make Kingson commissions, thus making a small vault of Kingson art. when I reach an unholy large amount, I'm going to blast @finiffy with it and fucking kill them. one of the people I commissioned said something along the lines of "They are so ketchup and mustard to me" and well. I had to do it.

Bear your tombstone:

The idea for this story was actually the fact that it was supposed to be its own chapter in Francis disturbed, but i got WAY to excited making it to the point I just uploaded it on its own.

Seventeen minutes:

i wanted to autism code kondraki and have others see my vision.

Something New:

I want a story similar to Memory, I am specifically making this in honor of Amones, who has absolutely INCREDIBLE art!!!!!

THEY ARE ALSO MAKING A REALLY COOL VIDEO GAME AKFSJDKLF

tales of a greyhound stranger:

THIS story was inspired by 4231 and personal experience, but not in a sad way. 4231 briefly mentions that Francis rides on the Greyhound, a bus station that's prominent in Europe and America. I also ride greyhound (and will be going partially across country in about a month) and sometimes when you use the bus system, you come across some... REALLY interesting people. I think Francis had a beautiful time traveling and ended up having fun once in a while with others. I think he deserves nice things.

#4231 mention #scp fanfiction #adsog

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getitfrenchship · 8 months

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Hello, friends! Hope you're all doing well. In fact, I'd like to know what you're all up to so I can reconnect with friends again. What things are you watching/playing/doing now? Any new things in life you'd like to discuss?

Below the cut I'll say what I've been up to!

Just got back from my local con today and while I did spend a lot on game collecting + VA stuff, I'm glad I went. Thankfully I got paid Friday (though that means I'll have to wait to get paid again in 2 weeks) and my financial situation isn't dire. It's kinda like when you go to Disneyland and get caught up in the spectacle of things. Oh yeah, an IRL friend from high school helped me with a lot of the VA stuff since she had a VIP pass & could skip long lines. (On that note FUCK F//UNKO SCALPERS FOR HOGGING LINES AND MAKING ME WAIT 2 HOURS FOR ONE VA AAAAAAAAAA)

Thankfully, no insurance adjuster lady to drive me up the wall this past month at work. A few eh client encounters but overall it's been way more pleasant than it was a few months ago. ...Might still need to figure out vacation time just so I can take a longer break (and maybe find a government job if I'm able to find something so I have guaranteed holidays).

That being said, S//aimon's series is starting to see a spike of discourse and one of the servers I'm in keeps talking about it. It's making me feel bad as a result. Thankfully, none of the people in it are starting the discourse, but they tend to go "getaloadofthisguy" a lot. Along with usual self ship discourse that I see on my dash (that again thankfully neither friends nor I directly participate in), it kinda just drains me.

Seasonal anime I'm watching are Detergent (hopefully one of Shitsui's big scenes will happen next week; they took a break this week), Und//ead Mur//der Far//ce, Hel//ck (though I'm admittedly not really paying attention to this one), Happy Marriage, J J K season 2 (i am not ready for this arc AAAAAAAAA), and Z//om 100. When there isn't a seasonal anime for me to watch at work, there's Sai//ki K (I think watching Bla//ck Lag//oon kinda helped make me more bitter at work, but I'm feeling better now that I'm watching Sai//ki). Oh, I might check out OPLA since I hear it's an actual good adaptation. Aaaand F//ionna and C//ake too! God, I went "kindred spriits" with Simon's episode

Currently I'm playing Se//a of St//ars and I really like how it looks & plays so far! (Of course, I loved Chr//ono Trig//ger, so the gameplay feels right at home). I wooould continue Gh//ost Tri//ck, but I'm at a stealth section and like I expected, I'm looking up a lot of the puzzle solutions online instead of figuring it out for myself. Curse you, time limits!!! (And for Bom//b R//ush, I feel like I need to play with music, but I keep forgetting to bring my wired headphones. Bluetooth is for my phone mainly due to personal preference). I also watched the endings for OT2 and AUGH I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH!!!

Oh, a new manga I found called "Inv//isible Man & his soon to be bride" is cute so far.

someday i will find balam merch. somedaaaay

I might do a separate post showing my current ideas for S/I's/OCs, but hhhh I'm hesitant. Right now I just know for a P3 OC he takes inspiration from "The Stranger"

boy howdy i sure hope bluesky finally makes my account or i can get an invite because i really want tweetor to die. ...though i'd miss posting switch screenshots directly

#ramblings #long post

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coughdontfeelwellcough · 8 months

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Sicktember - I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason I am

Fandom: my own ocs Sophie and Casper

Words: 1311

Author's note: Part two of a trilogy with these two.

Part 1 Part 3

Hope you enjoy!

The Nook was a bookshop in an almost forgotten corner of Notting Hill in London. The shop itself was cosy and warm, sandwiched between a bakery and an empty building which had been abandoned so long ago that nature had mostly reclaimed it. Normally Casper was happy to be the one to open the little shop. He loved working at The Nook, helping customers find the specific books they were looking for and on quiet days he could sit in one of the comfortable chairs and just read until it was time to go home. However on this particular morning Casper wasn’t in the best mood, he’d woken up with a sore throat and a stuffy nose, a sure sign a cold was on its way.

The door to The Nook was old and heavy, made of wood that had been once painted a bright blue though it had been mostly faded by the sun. Casper sniffed as he pushed it open, groaning as the weight of the door fought against him. He was thankful it was warm inside, the early morning sun streaming through the windows and making the place feel cosy.

“Morning, ‘ole girl,” Casper greeted, clearing his throat.

He always liked to greet the shop when he arrived, especially on a Monday when they’d been closed. It was like greeting an old friend though sometimes Casper wished the old building could reply, sure it would have plenty of its own stories to share.

Casper set about getting the shop ready to open, turning on all the lights, sweeping the floors and putting the change in the till. It was a natural routine, one he’d been doing on his own for the last two years. Casper didn’t own The Nook, that pleasure was held by a Mr Henry Ludwig. Mr Ludwig was a nice man in his eighties, he’d been running the shop for many years and had hired Casper two years previously but as he’d been getting on he’d started leaving the day to day running to Casper, only popping in now and then with new deliveries and occasional words of encouragement. It had been just over a week since his last visit and Casper wasn’t worried, they’d had a new stock of Agatha Christie’s arrive over the weekend that would keep them going for a while longer.

Casper finished sweeping up and was about to turn around the open sign on the door when he felt a tickle in his sinuses.

“Hhh…HhNTGH-shh! HTSHH-httshw.” he sneezed into his elbow.

Urgh.

Casper hated being ill, it reminded him of being a sickly kid. He was always the first one down and the last one back up. He could still hear his mother scolding him as he came from school with yet another cold. Just then there was a knock at the door and his first customer of the day had arrived.

“Hello Casper,” Mrs Hudson was a woman in her seventies who came in every day to see the new books and to chat while she waited for her knitting group to start.

“M’borning,” Casper replied, his voice already sounding stuffy.

“Anything new over the weekend?” she asked, peering at the shelves nearest the door where he always put the newest releases.

“Just a bo… box… off.. hhHH-HNGHH-eww… hhHH-ISHHHwww!”

Casper sneezed into his wrist. “Sniff Sorry… A box of Agatha Christie’s,”

“Bless you! Oh shame, I read all those in the seventies,” she replied.

Casper sniffed thickly, he could already feel the congestion building in his sinuses.

“Sounds like you’ve got a bit of a cold, remember the saying dear; feed a fever and starve a cold.”

“Yes, thank you Mrs Hudson. I’ll remember that,”

Mrs Hudson continued talking to him about her grandsons as he straightened up the autobiographies until it was time for her knit and natter club to start then she was off, wishing him well as she went.

Casper continued about his daily routine, walking loops around the shop, tidying books as we went. It was never partially busy in The Nook and even less so on a Monday morning, he’d been open for over an hour before he sold his first book, a copy of a new Lee Child to a commuter who gave Casper the most disgusted look when he’d sneezed while handing him his change. His cold was really starting to take its toll, his head had started to pound and his throat felt like he’d swallowed glass. But before Casper could find himself a comfy seat and a book of his own the bell rang, signalling another customer.

“Hey Casper,”

He turned to see the girl from the bakery next door, she was holding a takeout cup and brown paper bag. If Casper had been able to breathe through his nose he’d been able to smell the rich coffee and pastry.

“Hi Sophie,” he rasped.

“I got concerned when you didn’t come in for your usual order so I thought I’d bring it over, is everything alright?” she asked.

Casper hoped his blush wasn’t too evident on his pale complexion. He’d been going into Sophie’s bakery every day for breakfast since he’d started working at The Nook, and in those two years they’d gotten to know each other quite well.

He knew that she’d taken over the bakery three years ago from her Abuela and how’d she’d been around baking her whole life, and she knew how much he needed his books and his coffee to function.

“I’m fine, just got a bit of co.. hhHHhhH-HHTTSH-tisw.. hh..hh..Col…hhHH-HSSHH-Eww.. A cold.” Casper ducked away to sneeze harshly into his elbow.

“Bless you! Are you alright? They sounded like they hurt,” Sophie asked.

“hhuuhhHGITZHH… hhh-UHH-GITZT…Ugh.” he could really feel the congestion settling in, making him feel headachy and dizzy.

“Jesus, bless you again. What are you even doing at work? I’d have called in sick,” Sophie asked, putting his coffee down on the counter. He wanted nothing more than to drink it but the pain in his throat said otherwise.

“No one to call,” he rasped weakly,

“Still.. Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?”

Casper shrugged, running a hand under his dripping nose. He hadn’t felt that bad when he’d gotten up but his cold had been steadily getting worse and yet the idea of going back to his lonely little flat left him hollow.

“The books are good company,” he coughed.

Sophie gave him a look that might have been sympathy, he was used to being alone and dealing with illness alone was just one of those things. Most of the time he just got on with it and figured it would go away on its own. Which worked out fine, till it didn’t.

“Okay, but, just look after yourself. It’s just I shouldn’t be worried about you but for some reason, I am. Especially after that laryngitis you had a few months ago, you were miserable.”

Casper felt his heart clunch or it might have a cough. “I’ll be okay, it’s just a co… HUSHH-TEWW… HHHuhhh.. HITISS-hEWw.,” he sneezed before breaking into a productive cough.

“Bless.. Just promise me you’ll go to a Doctor if it gets worse.”

Casper nodded,coughing against his wrist. He was starting to feel really lousy and wanted nothing more than to curl up with a book and sleep off this cold, but for some reason he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding.

“I won’t, I promise. Then where would I get my coffee?”

She smiled. “Feel better Casper.”

“Thank you Sophie.” She waved goodbye and left the shop, the bell dinging as she went.

The rest of the day went on as they usually do; the customers came and went with their books. Casper soldered on, despite his cold leaving him sneezy and drippy, the thought of the girl next door keeping him going.

#sicktember #sicktember 2023 #sickfic #snez #snezblr #coughing #sorry this is late

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seraphicsapphire · 21 days

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I- I don’t like it when I get called dumb, desperate & pathetic by you.

~~shudders slightly~~

It’s unfair to characterize me in that way. You wouldn’t like it if I did it to you. I hate it when you point out how wet I am, or how pretty & desperate I seem, or how I seem pliable & dumb. I’m not!!! You can’t just say that to meeee….

~~ face turning nice & rosy pink as I recross my legs, adjusting my sensitive spot away from any view~~

Look, I… I didn’t like it when you shoved me up against the window with no clothes on & shoved your fingers inside me.

~~gulps slightly like the desperate & in denial girl I am~~

We- we could’ve been caught you know? That’s so scary.. I-

~~looks down at the ground refusing to make eye contact~~

I mean… you said such mean things.. levery time we uhh.. or I- I… I let you touch me.. like… you talked about owning me? And how no one could ever make me pleasured, happy like you did.,. Or when you forced me to make eye contact with you while you said I needed to give up everything to you…

~~fidgets with my waistband~~

It’s just… I don’t know… I’m smart! I’m not dumb, or desperate, or dripping wet.. ~~bright red cheeks like a fresh rosebud~~ Even if I was.. I, I can’t help it! I can’t help what I do… But I am independent! I’m not just someone’s toy… I, I have my own thoughts & action.. actions… I think. ~~my voice cracking in nerves & excitement~~

I… what? You want me to what? Hhhh, okay I will I guess… but only if it gets you to stop this.. only for a little bit. ~~taking my shirt & sweats off to reveal my soaked thong & matching pink bra~~ Oh, why am I wearing these? Oh, I just… yeah they’re more comfy to me… they just… bouncy. Yeah. They make me feel happy & everything feels… bouncy.

No, no! ~~stammering & scared becoming more & more ready to be controlled solely by you~~

I don’t wear them to attract anyone… no!!! I don’t just… oh… but I never said you could pin me down…

~~smiling slightly~~

Oh I’ve never seen this type of toy before? Okay… I’ll let you do it. But I have… wait what? You got me… fired? So I could be more with you? But, but, that’s not.. well I guess if you have to. I mean, staying in bed would sound really nice like that. You want me to suck on your thumb & look at you? While you? Okay… okay I guess… mhmmm…

#bd/sm brat #bd/sm pet #denial nsft #edge nsft #edging kink #submit #nsft edging #nsft concept #edging nsft #edging and denial #in heat #edging slave

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apompkwrites · 2 years

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thinking about this brainrot again

and have been thinking about the aftermath and then that got me thinking about how the Black Sheep (plus the extended universe (the little vice-house wardens (plus some of the first years older siblings))) would show their love for Little Rose and I physically NEED to share it

first, how the Lil Rose calmed down.

Yuu talked out of it, Yuu would've handed them Lily first, however, Lil Rose was in a state where they could've hurt Lily and Yuu by accident so it was best to talk them down and get them calmed down before they handed them Lily, Yuu also probably focused on the Lily is the only one that loves them unconditionally statement (because it isn't true).

I imagine some part of it had this speech:

"Rosehearts, you say that Lily is the only one that loves you without expectations. What about Kingscholar who goes to your room to spend time with you while they read? What about Asim who is willing to spend hours trying to help you gain a bit of your own identity? What about Shoenheit who literally fawns over you? What about Ashengrotto who literally buys you anything they think you'll like? What about Shroud who clings to you whenever they get overwhelmed and is willing to do anything (within reason) for you? what about Draconia who invites you to weekly tea parties and tries to make you smile. Saying that Lily is the only one that loves you without expectations is insulting to those who do love and trust you just by existing."

At this point Lil Rose is stunned. I imagine they knew how much they were loved but it never registered they never let themselves feel it as it was not something they were used to and they never really responded to it just let it happen. I imagine at that moment it just hits them all at once and it's overwhelming and they can't control the emotions spilling over, and I think it's the same for Riddle trying to reach out to them. They're used to being strangers with their brother so it's odd to have him trying to be around them and they don't know how to respond, so they ignore it and pretend that it isn't happening and burry the emotions deep within them until they can no longer.

With the addition of Riddle interjecting at points to try to help calm down (Name) probably something about how he does care about them at this point Yuu thinks that they've calmed down enough to hold Lily and they take the frozen Rosehearts hands and places Lily in them which I think pushes (Name) into heart wrenching sobs. Like years of repressed emotions type sobbing.

I don't exactly know what would happen next

The aftermath

they're more expressive, sure they still have a naturally cold and stoic face afterall that is how they've been since literally forever but they try to smile.

hhhh imagine Asim and Rose were spending time together and then Asim makes a joke and Rose actually laughs at it??? Asim is floored they were not expecting that also it was so cute?!?!

I also imagine Lil Rose being clingier when afterwards, they will cling to their friends for dear life they look like a baby duck following the mom duck and they'll like actively hold onto their hand/arm they found that they like the physical touch and the rest of the black sheep are willing to indulge them.

With Riddle I feel like things will still be awkward, sure they'll be more responsive then they were to his attempts at reconciliation however they aren't ready to cling to him like they have with the rest of the black sheep either way progress has been made and Riddle is just happy knowing that.

Also the rest of Black sheep hearing that Lil Rose has overblotted and they're all rushing over to make sure that they're okay.

How the Black Sheep (plus the extended universe (the little vice-house wardens (plus some of the first years older siblings))) would show their love for Little Rose

I am going to do this by dorm because yes also some of these were mentioned above

Heartslabyul

The Little Clover isn't that close to Lil Rose however they still hold a lot of admiration for them, they're most likely to do things for them and offer praises to them.

I imagine Trappola(Name) and Lil Rose are close, this mostly stems from my hc that Trappola is one of the top students in Heartslabyul because they wanted to be looked up to by Ace and instead of getting looked up to by Ace the person who looked up to them most was instead Lil Rose who was very blunt about their admiration of them which made them all happy inside anyways back to the point I think they would give words of affirmations to the Little Rose, giving them reassurance that they're doing amazing and I also imagine they would pat their head whenever they did particularly good at something.

Savanaclaw

Little Kingscholar is definitely spends time with them, being close to a person is important to them and so is physical touch, it's not uncommon for Kingscholar to be very casual close with touch and is just a touchy person in general, however, Rose's room is so quiet and relaxing, with no loud noises from it as they spend most of their time taking care of Lily and studying so whenever the Lil lion feels a little too stressed or just doesn't want to be interrupted they head to the Lil Roses room and they just read or watches Rose as they go throughout their day.

Little Bucchi and Lil Rose aren't very close however they hold mutual respect for eachother that mainly just results in them complementing and applauding each other for their good work.

Octavinelle

The Lil Octo absolutely spoils them, I feel bad for the Little Octos bank account, Lil Rose has never gotten enough gifts whenever Ashengrotto is around (though tbh none of their friends ever has enough gifts whenever they're around) and they both get really bashful whenever Rose receives gifts. Rose has never had this many things and is running out of places to store them and Ashengrotto is wandering if they like it.

Little Leech always walks with Rose to any classes they share together and helps them carry things if they deem them to be too heavy, Rose is just... so small and fragile and they aren't that strong so they might as well help them out free of any charge, they aren't their twin brothers.

Scarabia

Asim will spend hours with Rosehearts just trying things, it's a perfect excuse to spend time with them as they try out the new dish they had brought there to see if Lil Rose likes it, that's apart of it, another part of it is them greatly wanting them to have their own identity and likes. Also just a hc but Asim has a tendency to get jealous whenever their brother interacts with Rose, they worry that Rose likes their brother more then them

Viper and Rose have an odd relationship, it's like watching two robots try to communicate with each other, awkward, mildly amusing, and greatly worrying. Nonetheless the way that they seemingly compete in who can help out each other most is very interesting to say the least.

Pomefiore

Shoenheit uses Rose as sort of a dress up buddy, of course with Roses consent. Rose is just so obedient and looks so cute in literally anything and the Lil Rose doesn't have that much of a problem with being fawned over it feels nice to be complemented like that.

Another weird relationship, Hunt and Rose don't really interact much and if they do it's for class, however, Hunt has seemingly memorized every little change to their face and what it means. One day Rose was just having a bad day and was on the verge of a breakdown Hunt was the only one that noticed so at the end of class they dragged Rose away to a very remote hallway and just held them for a good moment letting them let out everything until their next classes and if anyone walked by they covered Roses face and glared at the passerby until they were out of sight.

Felmier and Rose are pretty close again not really expected but they met when Shoenheit was dressing them up and they ended up talking and now they sometimes eat lunch in a remote place where they just talk about whatever interests them at the moment. Oh and Felmier is Lilies babysitter.

Ignihyde

Shroud clings to Lil Rose, they aren't approached often and they're quiet most times, checks all the boxes. Shroud also see's Rose as a little sibling and treats them as such, they can decipher Roses emotions pretty easily, not as easily as Hunt does however. They always offer to make them things as a gift and their relationship is very wordless. They can communicate just by looks and it scares a lot of people around them.

Diasomnia

Little Draconia and Rosehearts hold tea parties with each other, it's a weekly occurrence and it always happens and if anyone interrupts you'll get to see the young dragon about to snap but barely holding on. What they talk about? no idea, they just do and it's great.

Little Vanrouge and Little Rose don't interact much. I don't think Vanrouge would attend NRC they're too busy traveling but I imagine that they do visit often, they bribed crowley into letting them are pretty well known for their travels and so they can use that to gain access to NRC but Rose and Bat have met before and are on good terms, Draconia writes about Rose often and Lil Bat is just glad their precious little Draconia has a friend and so they will treat Rose like they are the most precious treasure on earth for Draconia's sake.

these are just my own headcanons/brainrots and it's almost 3AM so I'm sorry if these are long I've been holding this in for a week lmao.

hh more lil rose love <333

i don't have much to add but tyty for the wonderful hcs for black sheep :D

#a pompk answers #black sheep

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