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tobyfier · 1 day
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Yandere Francis, headcannons of how we met into him gaining feelings that slowly turn into obsession and him kidnapping us etc etc.
Say it again.
;Gender neutral reader
Warning: obsession,toxic relationship,Stockholm syndrome,manipulation,swearing
Additional information: Reader is a baker
A/n: I’m not much experience with yandere type of stuffs, but I’m more welcome to try! Also this is actually my first request, and I hope I made it to your liking!
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I’d say he did hear from the other tenants that there was gonna be a new person in the apartment but he didn’t really try and meet the person, to focus on his job and the doppelgänger situation
That is until of course, you went and greeted him yourself by knocking on his door and giving him a bag of cookies before bidding goodbye
The cookies were delicious btw, he couldn’t stop eating them
And one day as an act of gratitude for giving him the cookie, he came by at your apartment and gave you a couple of bottle milk
Supposedly he was just gonna thank you and give the tray of bottle of milks, but you insisted on letting him inside and get to know each other for a bit
That’s when he learns you were actually a baker and that you own a bakery
Huh..no wonder
You guys were on friends terms now
You always buy milk from him saying, the consistency of the milk was great
He gives milk and you give cookies, a win/win
The feelings started to appear after a month or so
It started off small he feels lighter and energized whenever you’re around, and he would get excited just by seeing your face
He started talking to you more, often times he would write letters to you whenever he’s out in the city for a few days
Day by day his feelings started to grow stronger and stronger, to the point he can’t go a day without even seeing your face once
But when he realized you liked him back, he had to double check if he heard you right
He made you say it again and again before he hugged you and thank the god’s above
You two started to live with each other after that
It was peaceful and comforting
Morning kisses is a must.
He comes home later than you, and he’s always happy to receive your kisses afterwards
But the peace..didn’t last long
He started to grow more and more possessive
It started off small..you didn’t mind it at all
Until he started to isolate you from others
You confronted him of course, but he brushed it off saying it was for the best
You didn’t say anything about it, thinking it was him being protective considering the doppelgänger situation
But when he asked you to close your bakery saying it was for the best
That’s when the argument started.
You defended yourself, telling him you can’t close the bakery because of his overprotective tendencies
It was your passion and it was your dream to open up a bakery
Closing it down meant all the efforts you had done to achieve this goes to waste.
The bastard told you that you can still bake in the apartment.
You called him crazy and tried to leave but he had an iron grip on your wrist and pulled you into a bedroom
Then locked it, saying this is for the best
You tried knocking the door down
you tried finding some tools that can help, a fail..
Even the windows were ironed shut
Heck even the windows are ironed shut.
The bastard planned all of this from the start and you didn’t even notice it.
The last few days you gave him the silent treatment
Only ever opened the door to give you food or water
If you didn’t eat he will force feed you.
He tried reasoning with you
That this is all for the best and for your safety
And that you don’t need anyone else but him.
Slowly he started to be more affectionate with you
Oh how you crave those touches..
It has been so long since you received affection like these
Slowly his words got to your mind
Maybe he was right
I mean he provides food,water,shelter,heck he even bought tools so you can bake in the apartment
And all you have to do was accept the situation and that you only needed him.
And no one else.
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lazorbeanz · 1 day
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Sonamy Headcanons because I’m deprived and extremely delulu 🙃
🩷 Sonic has like- telepathic senses that tell him whenever Amy is in potential danger
“My Amy Senses are tingling..” 🤣
if you’ve watched Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse, you’ll get it lololol
💙 Sonamy road trips roles
Amy: driver, trip organiser, checklists checklist checklists, “DONT EAT THOSE THEY’RE FOR THE TRIP!!”, carpool karaoke *whips out her inner Ariana Grande*, “eughhh Sonic did you fart?!”
Sonic: passenger princess, DJ, snacc provider (and eater), sleeping beauty, “couldn’t we just use my speed to get there?”, argues with the GPS because he knows a faster route (one not requiring the road)
🩷 Sonic and Amy playing table tennis:
Amy: sonic, serve
Sonic: *💁‍♂️🕺*
Amy: no- serve the BALL xD
💙 Person: “are you two dating?”
Sonic and Amy: *while holding hands* “no”
🩷 Though he doesn’t admit it, Sonic also loves his quills massaged. Sometimes when Sonic and Amy are chilling under a tree together, and he ends up dozing off, Amy will rest his head on her lap and stroke her hand through his quills, resulting in a few faint purrs from the hedgehog, which she secretly gushes over about
💙 They could be arguing for 5 minutes straight and after be like:
“I LOVE YOUUUU!!” >:O
“I LOVE YOU TOOOOOO!!!!” >:O
🩷 Amy finds shopping twice as fun with Sonic because he will just sit her in the shopping cart, as they zip up and down the aisles whilst grabbing the items on the list…getting it all done in 2 minutes tops. They call it the Operation: S^2 (Speed Shopping)
💙 Sonic and Amy could already be years into marriage but will still do or say things that’ll make the other flustered, like the times when they were dating.
🩷 Amy knows that if Sonic is being really flirty with her, he usually wants something.
💙 If Sonic and Amy are both sick one day, they will tell off each other, insisting they should be at home resting.
It results in both of them at Amy’s house, snuggled up on the couch binging movies.
🩷 As much as Amy likes sharing the goss with rouge and the girls, there’s nothing like sharing it with her bf because he goes all “omg gurl no wayyy! 💅” or he starts spilling his own tea with her lmao “omg bestie you won’t believe who I saw the other day…”
💙 Sonic plans secret meet ups with Cream, who teaches him how to make her signature flower crowns…he hopes to master it so he can make Amy one, one day…
🩷 (this following hc was an idea from a comic I believe..don’t know who made it but if u do pls let me know for credit purposes ig kajsjwidj)
Amy knows how Sonic can sometimes struggle to speak his feelings and is often an action over words type of guy. So she came up with this thing that anytime Sonic wants to tell Amy he loves her, without verbally saying it, all he needs to do is squeeze her hand 3 times; I. Love. you.
💙 When Amy told Sonic she wanted to go dancing with him, she didn’t expect it to be just dance…anyways she had tons of fun!
🩷 If they have sleepovers, it’s a tradition that they wear matching onesies (guys comment what they should be hehe)
💙 Amy uses Sonic as the makeup tester. He ends up looking ready for the circus afterwards but he honestly doesn’t mind this because he gets tons of kissies when she’s trying out the lipsticks
🩷 Walks along the beach are nice and romantic until Sonic decides to be a lil shh and kick sand in Amy’s shoes *cue her dragging her naughty bf towards the ocean*
💙 Amy’s a sucker for old school romance; love letters, flowers, fancy dates…and Sonic knows this. (Well EVERYONE does actually…) So one day, despite how inexperienced he is in the whole romance department, sets aside time to work on writing a letter, buying flowers and arranging somewhere nice to take Amy out for her to fulfil her romance fantasies. She’ll even get to dress up for this occasion
🩷 Sonic helping out Amy in the kitchen be like:
“A-Amy…I burnt the water…”
“Sonic how TF did you BURN the water?!”
“I DONT KNO-”
💙 Amy is having a downer and is very clingy…so here is Sonic running his gf’s errands, with his gf clinging onto him. People will see this unusual phenomenon and he just gives them all the stare…nothing to see here! I mean it ain’t the first time he’s had to cart a pink hedgehog round the place
🩷 For the longest time, Amy has had a box sitting aside in her closet, containing a new special swim shirt, arm floaties, and a swimming kickboard, for when Sonic decides to finally learn how to swim. She can’t see the day any of the contents will be used but she could only hope.
💙 Sonic keeps an umbrella on standby for future “need to share an umbrella” emergencies
🩷 In the winter, they’re practically inseparable, using each other desperately to warm up. Because of this Tails had to design them jackets with instant heating, but they still end up back together even though they aren’t freezing anymore
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hi! i don’t know how asks work very well so i’m like eyeballing it here but if you could do too sweet with sanji that be so kind thanks 🙏
Hi! You're doing it perfectly fine, don't worry! Of course I can do Too Sweet with Sanji for you! This came across as more of a headcanon post to me so I hope you don't mind that. If so, message me and I can rewrite it. Either way, I hope you enjoy it! This is set for when Sanji was at the Baratie still. You can find my Flower Asks here, Hozier Asks here, and my Taylor Swift Asks here. You can find my masterlist here and my rules here. And you can request here! Too Sweet: The two of you are vastly different. It makes things a little difficult at times. Characters: Sanji, GN!Reader Pairings: Sanji x GN!Reader TW: None that I can think of!
Too Sweet
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Opposites attract is something you hear about relationships. This couldn’t be more right with you and Sanji.
The two of you were polar opposites in every sense of the phrase. He was very outgoing, flirty, charming, and what could be described as the life of the party. You were the opposite of that. You were very introverted, you couldn’t flirt to save your life, you were sure you were devoid of any charm, and you were the one to avoid a party. To say that this caused some challenges would be an understatement.
Sanji was the first one up in the morning to go to his shift at the Baratie and the last one to get in at night because of him staying longer to attend a party at the bar. You were the last one up, seeing as your shift started later, and the first one in since you didn’t really stick around once your job was over. The only time you really had to spend with the other was when you both had a day off.
You tried to do the things Sanji did. You tried to go to parties after work. You tried to meet more new people. You tried to do the whole outgoing thing but it just wasn’t what you were good at. At every party, you were in the corner of the boat, wanting to disappear while Sanji was off dancing or drinking his weight in alcohol. You had awkward conversations and it always made you feel like an idiot afterward for even trying.
And it was the same for Sanji. Sanji tried to stop staying out so late every once in a while to spend time at home with you. He tried to just have the day be you and him, no one else. No distractions. But he couldn’t do it either. It made him feel like he was being tied down. It made him antsy. He couldn’t sit inside all day. He needed to get out and interact with people. You didn’t.
This caused a few arguments here and there. You argued that he never stayed home enough and he argued that you never go out with him. It was an ongoing cycle that felt like it would never be solved. It rarely ever was solved. The conversation always ended with the two of you avoiding the topic and acting like it never happened.
It made people wonder how you were even together at times. What made you both, polar opposites, actually get together in the first place? The answer was simple.
You balanced each other out very well. You played to the others strengths and weaknesses. If you were lacking in one area, Sanji would fill that void so you could work more efficiently. It was the same for Sanji. Where he lacked, you provided the necessary support.
The only problem you had before this was at the start of the relationship. You were the type to want to move things slow. You wanted to truly know a person before you jumped into anything. Sanji had a hard time with this. Sure, he would wait for you for however long he needed to but he wondered when you would be ready because it felt like it would be forever until that day finally came. This problem slowly resolved itself over time. It just took time. Maybe this will too.
Either way, there were still times it was hard for you to function in the relationship because of the stark contrast in personalities. This stemmed from underlying issues.
Sanji felt like you didn’t need him at times. You were always so independent. You relied on yourself to the point you didn’t need help from anyone. You didn’t require human interaction to function. You could sit in your own silence and be comfortable with it. It felt like if he was removed from your life, you wouldn’t even notice.
Then there was you. While Sanji felt like you didn’t need him, you felt like you held him back and like you weren’t enough for him at times. You always got onto him about staying out late, something he enjoyed. You could tell it irritated him when you argued with him about it. You knew that he was doing something he enjoyed, but he was almost never home to spend time with you. It made you feel like he was more comfortable around complete strangers than his own partner. You felt like you didn’t give him enough.
It frustrated the two of you so much.
You felt like he was too sweet for you and he felt like he wasn’t savory enough for you.
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aleolusor · 1 month
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Aventurine absolutely loathes being touched without warning or permission, but will always play it off when it happens. He’s well-aware of the fact that people up and think it’s okay with how charming he plays himself out to be, but he’s always left seething each and every time.
#hc#//Tends to grab people’s hands or wrists as if unconsciously and guide them off himself more often than not#//Pretending he wanted to hold their hands for one reason or another#//Sometimes he’ll guide their hand over his chest; or some other place he can find more ‘tolerable’ for them if they Insist on touch#//Just over his heart; even if he runs the risk of them groping him there in the process; which he’ll have harder time to mask his hate of#//Alternatively he’ll simply close his hand over theirs; so he can pretend he Wants and is in control of that touch if it can’t be avoided#//Helps bear with it#//Esp if he is actively trying to schnooze someone up for whatever reason. Being tactile has helped in that regard Many a time#//If he can get away with it; he makes SURE the offending person is someone he’ll never have to deal with again#//Either personally going after them or getting someone else to take care of them#//He doesn’t care; he’d just want them GONE#//Fuck; how to I tag this#//Hell give CERTAIN people leeway#//Like if they didn’t realize they were doing it or they’re someone he reasons isn’t a scumbag of a person#//Just sb physically affectionate. but he will still be SEETHING afterward; scratching and rubbing at wherever it is they touched him#//He likes to initiate touch for control reasons; but still Dislikes it when they try to reciprocate touch#//Unless they are someone he’s designed one of his comfortable people#//With them; sometimes he won’t even realize they’ve been touching him#//Only notice if sb points it out or they remove the contact—then he gets mixed feelings of surprise he’s ok w it; relief & annoyance they#stopped touching him; like a cat that still wants headpats. Except he’ll just silently Stare at them until they get the message#//Or go out of his way to reinitiate the touch if not move to do so on them instead
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westernsunshine · 1 year
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No because my sense of direction is so bad I got lost in a small village school today
#they even gave a tour beforehand but i was apparently not paying attention because when i had to leave the classroom i was helping out in#and go to the meeting room to read to the kids i just got So lost#i was openly wandering. i nearly burst into a random classroom to be like ‘girl help’ but i could see that the teacher had enough#on her plate already#so i just kept going back and forth and eventually i had to go through the hall where about 30 kids were having their music lesson#(immediate big headache) and then i got to the meeting room only to discover that the kids i was there to read to had not yet arrived#because they were meeting santa (read: jeff)#i literally should’ve just stayed put until someone came to get me#so then afterwards the lady was like ‘can you find your own way back to [classroom]?’ and i was like ‘i’ll be real with you chief.#probably not’ and she was like ‘ah yeah i’ll take you through; this place is a bit of a maze’ and i was like ‘no honestly it’s me. i could#get lost in a barrel’ i don’t think she knew what to say to this#and Then i was supposed to have a job interview in the meeting room 40 minutes after that and i was really hoping they’d come get me#but they just. didn’t. i waited until 5 minutes after i was supposed to be there and bid goodbye to the kid i was helping with his colouring#and set off. this time i knew to walk through the hall so that was good#but leaving i got really confused because i was like how.. do i leave this place#like they showed me out the door but i couldn’t immediately see the gate at the end of the path so i was like ‘is this a fucking dead end’#i tried to come back and go through a fence i couldn’t have gone through. i definitely looked incompetent#if anyone was watching.. oh god. but i did find the gate! it wasn’t a dead end. i thought they’d just pushed me out and left me alone to die#worst part was THERE WAS FUCKING FOUR INCHES OF SNOW ON THE GROUND. literally the footprints should’ve clued me in#but i didn’t know if i was coming to a locked gate. school security is wild sometimes#anyway i didn’t get the job. i don’t think it was due to my bad sense of direction; however i also don’t think that helped#it has now been 0 days since i last got lost somewhere#personal
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spideyyeet · 1 month
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ೃ࿔ NOT INSIDE ☾
mma!toji finds out he was your first time
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tags — unprotected, size kink, LIL ANGST, toji cums a lot, pull out game: 0, nsfw, age gap, spanking, spit kink, squirting x10, tit worship, fingering, CORRUPTION KINK, cum dump, pet names (puppy, babygirl), blowjob, overstimulation, dumbification, dacriphilia,
notes — all links are informational, not nsfw! OPEN THEM!
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toji is old fashioned depending on his mood. if he’s completely exhausted, he’ll put on a condom because he’ll be too lazy to pull out the last second. but if he knows he’s going multiple rounds, he’ll want to pull out and spill his seed on her face, ass, or wherever she begged him too. so he usually never puts on a condom.
of course it was never a problem until it came to you.
“you’re angry again?” toji groans, rolling his neck as he watches you grab your things from his bathroom and start putting it in your bag.
as you can tell. you’re currently in an argument with toji. he’d woken up to the sound of his front door being slammed open and you barging into his bedroom.
“we’re done. fucking dick!” you’re practically seething, stumbling on your feet and falling on his carpet only to crawl and grab your underwear from under the bed and shove it in your bag.
“what’s going on?” toji is sitting up, voice raspy and low as he itches his bare chest. “cmere baby, tell me what happened.”
you feel your blood pressure rise, standing up as you look at the man, so nonchalantly sitting up on his bed with new bruises. his hair disheveled, bandages all over his face and his knuckles bruised dark.
“you never answer my calls! I called you so many times, and you didn’t answer!” you’re trying hard not to yell, but it was overwhelming, it was overwhelming because you really needed him to answer.
you were out with your close friend, you always frequented this one clubhouse. it was was a rooftop lounge, mainly with pool tables and vintage arcades. but you were enjoying your time only to stumble back when a drink spilled on your lap.
“shit!” you gasp, feeling it soak into your skirt, your friend turning to help.
“fucking slut,” the girl that spilled the drink drops another drink on you making you jump back.
“what the hell?!” you cringe, feeling the ice in your bra. your cheeks sting when the entire club goes silent watching the interaction.
“sleeping around with toji? do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” your breath hitched. no one knew about that. “stay away from him. he’s mine,” she spits.
hers?! first, how did this random person know?! sweat started beating down your forehead as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. whispers surrounding the place, luckily your friends stepped in giving you an excuse to run away.
it was a mix of shame, embarrassment, and just complete annoyance. especially when you realized what had actually happened.
“you’ve been spotted out with that intern a lot recently, is there something going on between you two?” the interviewer was pressing hard after toji’s match. he wouldn’t let up on the inappropriate questions and the other reporters were already backing away, afraid of the reaction.
toji wipes some sweat dripping down his face, slicking his hair back. “you’re asking if I’m fucking her?”
reporters freeze, almost holding their breath. “n-no, of course not! that’s not what I meant—“
“ya, I’m fucking her,” toji grabs the mic from the reporter as he looks directly at the reporter, his face darkening. “she’s my girlfriend, so fuck off,” he aggressively shoves the mic back into reporter’s chest making him stumble back just as his manager, shiu, quickly steps in to calm the athlete.
you called toji immediately afterwards, but he wasn’t answering! that’s when you fell into a pit online. a deep dark, disgusting little place where you had to read every single comment, every single tweet, every single post that mentioned you…the slutty intern. the whore. skank. you name it!
“y/n!” your heart stopped, eyes wide as you looked at toji. “I said look at me.”
he’s already on his feet, hand holding your face forcing you to look up. toji had been fooling around with you, definitely not on purpose. but he couldn’t help it when shiu brought you on as a media intern. fresh out of college. you were around the gym all day following shiu around like a puppy. you asked too many questions, always interrupted toji so you can clarify something with shiu, always ran around, moved gear, stopped matches, made a big deal out of every little mistakes….and you were so unbearably charming.
it was only a matter of time before toji kissed you right on the mouth to stop your rant about how much he’s overwhelming your boss, shiu.
but it was never official. toji never properly asked you out. he never kissed you in public. you were just there and he’d take you out after training, or drop you off at home only to come in with you and fool around. he’d sleep in even after you’ve left, left his clothes at your place.
toji wasn’t good at communication, but he assumed that just meant you were together. I mean he stopped fucking other women. and your stuff is all over his place too. you practically live here now with the amount of times he has you stay. isn’t that the point of relationships?
“I called you all day yesterday, you didn’t answer me?” toji snaps, looking at you bewildered. your eyes avert, cheeks squished in his hand.
“well I called you after your fight—“
“my phone died, why didn’t you just come to me. or the next day?” toji turned your face feeling you push against him as you avoided his eyes. you had to confront him and you didn’t want too. “I can’t read your mind, baby. who do you think I am?”
“a fucking idiot!” you finally shove his hands away. stumbling back. his eyes went wide noticing the tears prickling the lashes he loves to kiss.
“hey, why’re you crying?!”
you turn around, holding your bag of things. “y/n?” toji steps to you, hand reaching out to pull you back, but you’re not having it. already running out the door.
“leave me alone!”
the following hours consisted of uninterrupted messages and calls from toji. you had no idea what was happening. were you overreacting?
toji, none the wiser, had finally began to realize what the problem was. and he was only getting more pissed off. after he realized you wouldn’t answer him, he stopped. there’s only so much he can do. if you were pissed he exposed your relationship you should’ve told him it was a secret.
if you’re gonna act like a child, then he’ll treat you like one.
your bottom lip trembled when you noticed he’d stopped calling. is he mad? your mind went in circles, you’re not even dating, it doesn’t matter! and yet you came to work the next day. eyes drifting over to toji as he sparred some poor beginner in the ring.
your heart was beating fast when his green eyes glanced over at you. you could immediately see the sunken circles under his eyes, at least he’s suffering, you roll your eyes—
“I told him not to come in, he still hasn’t fully recovered,” shiu cuts you off.
“huh?—oh ya,” you mutter, looking away.
shiu raised a brow, glancing between the fighter and the intern. a sigh slipped past his lips, catching your attention. “did you guys get into a fight or something?”
“a fight?! w-why would we—“ shiu shook his head, not the type of person to listen to bs.
“nevermind,” shiu waves his hand. “just finish those calls for me, and you’re free to go. there isn’t much to do today.”
your eyes burn, shiu was messing with you! the way his lips curled as he walked away. not sparring you another glance because he knew you did not want to go home.
so you spent hours dragging out the phone meetings. sitting by the small office window so you can look down at toji training. he didn’t say a word to you. not even a glance after the morning. all he did was train, train, train. your eyes followed every sharp jab he swung, the heavy kicks he blew. toji always left you holding your breath—
“toji!” a loud yell startled the entire gym. your lips parting as you opened the office door to see the commotion—
“why didn’t you call me back?!”
your heart dropped, recognizing the woman from two nights ago. she was hugging toji….her arms around him…..her stupid tits pressing against him……
“what’s yuri doing here?” shiu suddenly appeared next to you also stepping out to see the commotion.
“yuri?! the yuri?!”
“ya she took a couple lessons here for a movie she was training for. took a liking to—“
“I’m in town for the rest of the week, you still have my number right? call me so we can grab lunch,” she stepped up, her lips moving towards his—
“I’m sweaty…” toji pushed her back. but his hand remained on her shoulders. he should’ve shoved her back! your heart was beating erratically. blood stirring hot, but what really blew your fuse was seeing the way his lips curled slightly. he knows you’re watching!
yuri waved goodbye, blowing air kisses as the other fighters swooned, but also frozen because they could feel it. they could feel their infamous intern’s sizzling aura. but they could also see the moody fighter absolutely pushing it. rolling his neck as if everything was normal…
“toji.”
the man tilts his head, meeting your half lidded eyes, looking down from your chin as he kept a calm collected face. undisturbed by any doubt. ready to face you head on—
his heart stopped. he couldn’t. his eyes went wide as his throat ran dry. immediately sighting your wavering eyes and the small shake of your bottom lip. he could read you so clearly.
“don’t ever do that.”
and you left.
of course even after you left toji was left to simmer in his behavior. the entire gym having the grand confidence to scold him, and shake their heads on your behalf.
his eyes dropped, resting his head against the shower wall. water cascading down his back. he missed when you’d step into the shower with him. feeling your soft lips press so delicately around his bruises. it’s been almost a week since he’s felt your touch. your small finger, would come and play with his happy trail as you slid it down his length teasing him. he wanted to feel your hand squeeze his girth as you jerked him off from behind. your little head looking from under his arm, cooing at the sight of his fat cock pulsing in your grip.
his eyes blowing wide when he’d see you drop to your knees, lapping at his tip like his good little puppy before taking him into your mouth. you were always so greedy with his dick. always needing your pretty lips wrapped around him, rubbing his cock along your cheeks as he held your head, thumb caressing your forehead as you had tears in your eyes. his abs clenching as you played with his balls.
“cum,” you’d chant, suckling on his fat tip, your eyes so big and pretty staring up at him. so dumb.
“fuck, stick your tongue out baby,” he’d groan, holding his base. “atta girl,” he jerks himself off, forearms flexing as he grinds his tip against your flat tongue, drool soaking your chin. he groans a little louder, knowing how much of an effect it has on you. you were whimpering sending vibrations against his dick.
“gonna swallow all of it…ngh, shit…pretty girl,” toji had a habit of praising you when he’d see you like this. it was an unconscious thing. the way your nails tug into his big thighs, the way you panted so heavily just like a puppy. “fuck!”
his tip would twitch just as the first rope of hot cum shot into your open mouth. your eyes fluttered as it hit your face. your fingers splayed near his base tickling the dark hairs at his base as toji jerked into your mouth. watching the excessive amount of cum dump into your mouth. his jaw tightening when you replaced his hand to milk more out, swallowing every single drop before sucking on his sensitive tip for more tasty cum.
“fucking greedy, brat,” he grunts.
toji’s breath hitched, opening his eyes to see his cum splattered on the shower wall. fuck, his low sigh had him sinking back to reality. the reality where he’s stepping out of the shower alone, after jerking off like some pre-mature teenager. but he missed you….
his hands worked on drying his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom, sweats hanging low unbothered as he itched his lower stomach where his happy trail disappeared.
“oh.”
his movements halt. eyes falling on the lump in the middle of the large king sized bed.
his towel fell from his hand, walking around the bed. his eyes softening at the sight of you snuggled deep under the covers. eyes closed tight. toji sighs, maneuvering around.
he was silent, really silent. you could feel the way he gently slid into the bed, sliding closer to you as his warmth enveloped your entire body. his hand brushed your face from behind, feeling your damp skin.
“you’re a pain in my ass, ya know that?” his words stung just a little at your pride. you were always so confident in yourself. you always knew what you wanted, when you wanted it. but he seemed to flip that over. you hated how he stripped everything down leaving you so bare in front of him.
“talk to me,” he whispers, pulling you to his chest, as his lips brush your jaw. he pressed your back closer to his chest. “i missed you.”
“then why did you let her jump on you!?” you shove him off, turning over on your back. your eyes were glossed over, staring up at the man. the open windows letting the light hit his jaw, illuminating his sharp features as he looked down at you.
“I didn’t think she was gonna—“
“who even is she? did you sleep with her?!” your cheeks were flarring, toji could practically see the smoke coming out of you.
“you really wanna know?” he sighs, seeing your eyes fall, immediately turning over as you rolled into a ball. “hey—that was before we got together.”
his lips parted as your shoulders shook. fuck.
“this isn’t fair.”
“it isn’t fair! you can’t tell the world you’re dating me, but never ask me if we’re even dating in the first place! and your stupid psycho ex spilled her stupid cold drink down my stupid favorite shirt, and she pressed her stupidly big tits all up on you!” you were crying now. and toji felt like absolute shit, if it wasn’t for the vein the snapped in his head.
“never asked?!” his arm came around, sitting up as he turned you over. “we’re already fucking dating.”
you cover your face with your hands as he sits u up, holding you by the shoulders. forcing you to sit between his legs facing him. “you can’t just sta-art dating.” you’re crying way too much.
“baby, you’re confusing me,” toji was a bit slow. he knew you were wound up, but this was pushing it. “you’re acting like you’ve never dated anyone before?”
your breathing slows, heat crawling to your ears as your shoulders stop, almost holding your breath. he raised a brow at the sudden silence of your cries, the realization slowly dawning on him.
“you’ve never dated anyone?” his arms slide down to hold your waist, as you kept your face covered.
“no.” toji felt his cheeks sting a bit. he really wanted to see your face. his hand coming up to hold your wrists, gently pulling them off your face. his breath catching at the sight of your pretty cheeks all sticky with your tears. your eyes sparkling with nerves.
“so you’re telling me you slept around and never dated anyone?” he teases, trying to lighten the mood, but it seems to do the opposite as your lips part, almost curling in disgust, but your eyes shift away, looking around at the windows behind him.
“I don’t sleep around,” you mutter. “i never did.”
“hmm, okay,” he laughs lightly, but you remain silent. why does it feel weird all of a sudden? “I guess i took your little virginity away then?”
“you did.”
toji’s smile drops.
“what?” his movements freeze. eyes blank, jaw open.
you turn away, almost burning so hot you thought you’d melt the entire bed. “you were my first….so, ya.”
“WHAT?!” your body jumped, cringing at his yell. moving away. “shit, sorry sorry.” he pulls you back, hands going to your face, feeling how hot your skin is. “why didn’t you tell me that??”
“because,” you mutter , trying desperately not to meet his burning eyes. “it’s embarrassing.” you hate how much you’re being confronted right now. you’d have rather died then admit to toji that he was your first, especially considering his past. you remember how much he slept around, you don’t know why that made him a little more appealing to you. knowing that he satisfied women on a daily basis. he aura was also very alluring. attracting every single women nearby. it was bothersome….
“fuck, baby,” toji drops his head on your shoulder, his big arms wrapping around you as he pulled you to his lap, holding you so close, brushing his lips on your shoulder. “you’re telling me your first time was when we fucked in the car?”
your breath slipped as you remembered the memory.
“that’s why you were crying so much,” he almost coos, pulling away.
“you had me on top,” you snap, brows pinched as toji cringed. “it really hurt.”
“how was i supposed to know?!” he groans, kissing your lips without warning. “I thought it was just too big f’r ya,” he groans when you pull away.
“that was a problem too,” your thumb plays with his lips, heart skipping a beat at the look toji was giving you. you could see his pupils dilate, tongue sticking out to kiss your thumb. for some reason the memories of the past five months came flooding back through his mind. remembering how needy you’d get at times. when you’d snap at him for doing things he always does. him learning how to ease your cries whenever he fucks you—
“wanna be my girlfriend then?” he grins, a stupid grin, a grin that has you rolling your eyes, but your cheeks heating up. your lips desperately trying not to smile so he wouldn’t get the stupid satisfaction.
“well…..yes,” your cheeks puff as he kisses the corner of your mouth, chuckling.
“I’m so lucky,” he teases, making you grumble about how annoying he is. “my sweet little virgin baby,” he coos, grinning as your lips part in embarrassment.
“d-don’t say that!” you flush. his hands slips under your shirt, tugging at your nipples shamelessly. your lips part as he twists the perky bud in his fingers, bringing tears to your eyes at his cruel pinches. your pussy rubbing against his thigh automatically.
“you’re always so needy.” his tongue peaks out, leaning back on the headboard as he pinches and tugs your sensitive nipples, letting you rub yourself on his thigh. your tongue parts as you lean closer to toji. fingers splay across his cheeks as he smiles, opening his mouth for you.
“wanna taste, puppy?” he opens his mouth as you nod your head. your hips pressing harder and faster on his sweats, your panties soaking through your thin shorts the faster you hump his leg. toji kept a mean grip on your little nipples, tugging them harshly as he let a glob of spit fall into your mouth.
“what a dirty girl, did i make you like this?” he grins as you whine, nails digging into his biceps as you edge yourself closer. “humping my leg like some bitch in heat.”
toji grabs your face, pulling you to his lips in a rough kiss, he bites down on your lip making you cry and cum with a full body tremble.
“aw ya soaked my pants,” toji lifts you up, lips locking around your tits, suckling the swollen nipples as you held his head. his fingers slip into your shorts, cupping your pussy, almost teasing you as he runs his fingers up and down the wet folds, avoiding your bundle.
“toji,” you whine, trying to press down on his finger.
“what? you won’t let me play with my virgin pussy? you scared it’ll hurt?” he grins at the pinch in your brow. “aww I’ll be gentle.”
your eyes flutter as toji sinks two fingers in your hole, already pumping them at a fast pace, your body doubling over as you tug at his hair as he bites your nipples. you grab at his wrist, crying at the quick buildup.
“fuck you’re so sensitive, thought you were always like that. cant believe I made you my little toy,” toji grins as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your tongue hanging out.
“gun, ah toji—it’s too much,” you babble, feeling his fingers pound deep into you, the squelching of your juices and the cries of your voice only egged him on.
“did you cry when I was talking to yuri? were you upset I wasn’t taking care of you? tell me.” he stops his movements making your eyes fill with tears. your fingers grasping his hair, tugging it back aggressively. “shit.”
“don’t talk about her,” you spit, eyes rolling back as toji continues his fingering, missing the shit-eating grin on his face.
“who knew you were a jealous doll,” he bites your nipples, tugging it as you hold his hair harder, making him groan against you. drool falls past your lips as toji feels your pussy clench around him, his other hand coming to hold your pelvis, thumb rubbing quick tight circles around your swollen clit.
“fuck toji!!”
your pussy flutters as a cord snaps in you and a wave of pleasure gushes out.
“shit, there we go,” toji’s praising, doesn’t stop with his words. he’s pumping his fingers in your tight cunt, smiling at you as pleasure comes out in wet squirts, the gushing like music to his ears as you cry desperately. your entire body trembling as he fucks you for another orgasm, completely soaking your panties and shorts.
“stop…stop stop,” your face in pressed into his neck, your drool and tears coating his bare neck as your legs give out, slumping forwards. toji hums, leaning back as his hand grabs your face, pulling you so you face him.
“you’re so adorable,” toji is laughing, your face was completely blissed out just by his fingers, he takes his hand out of your shorts, and smears your juices across your pouty lips.
“to…ji,” you whine, still trying to catch your breath. eyes blurry as you focus on the way he shamelessly sucks his fingers clean.
“cmon baby, you’re wetting your pants now,” he teases, tugging the waistband of your shorts. your arousal trickling down your legs.
“don’t say that!” you cover your face in horror, your face hot with embarrassment. you can only hear toji laughing.
“it’s okay, don’t be shy. it happens,” he coos, stroking your hair as he lifts you up so your laying across his lap, your wet shorts soaking his sweats. “let’s take these off and it’ll be all better, babygirl.” you bury your face in his chest, so baffled by his shameless teasing that you can’t even face him.
“you’re such a dick.” toji laughs as he peels the shorts and panties off, tossing them off the bed. your pussy fluttering at the breeze.
“I’m not the one that just wet themselves.”
“I didn’t!” you cry out, face flaming!
“it’s okay, i know how excited you get when i touch your cute pussy,” toji silences you with a hand cupping your pussy again. your body jolts at the contact, so sensitive.
you whimper his name, shying away from his touch, your clit so swollen he didn’t even have to spread your folds that wide to see the cute bud.
“it’s okay, I’ll make you all better,” he gently strokes your wet folds as he tilts your head so you’re looking up at him. your lashes were fluttering, exhaling as you felt your body growing needy again. “what a naughty little girl.”
your lips are open as he leans down, running his tongue across the lips, he lets a glob of spit travel into your mouth.
“lemme get a look at that virgin pussy,” he slaps your thigh, making you squeal, hitting his chest with a light elbow.
toji tosses you off him, your lips parting to whine.
“i know i know,” he’s on top of you, trapping your arms over your head as he leans down to capture your wet lips. “don’t cry,” he giggles, as your legs wrap around his waist, humping his tent. “you need something?”
“you,” you pant against his lips. “need you, toji.”
“you want me to break your virgin cunt in?” he grins.
“yes!” you’re frustrated with the teasing, because it’s only making you more turned on then you’d like to admit.
“take it out for me,” he coos, letting your hands free, but still towering over you. you blush, sitting up as your legs fall to the back of his thighs, little fingers pulling his sweats. “you still get so flustered when i ask you do this.”
“shut up,” you pinch his side, making him grab the back of your head. your lips curl as toji looks down at you.
“I thought you were nervous to have a dick inside ya?”
“i guess i know it wont be all that,” you shrug, now going along with his teasing.
“you wanna bet?”
you barely have a chance to pull his sweats down, before toji is flipping you on your tummy, his sweats discarded, and his hand pumping his cock, rubbing himself through your folds to collect all your arousal for lube.
you press back into him, so needy, he thinks. his hand comes down on your ass. fingers sliding down to your back, pressing down, immediately feeling you sink down, arching so gorgeously for him.
“who taught you to arch so well?” he kisses your back, grinding between your legs. the memories of the first time you had sex in your apartment and toji was talking you through it, telling you what a good girl you were for arching so well for him. he came all over your back.
toji spreads your ass, eyes darkening at the sight of your fluttering pussy, clenching around nothing. he teased his tip in and out, your clenching not helping your desperation as you gripped the sheets.
“just prepping you…don’t wanna hurt such a cute hole,” he says with a smile. you groan into the sheets.
you glance over your shoulder, he’s already looking at you making your cheeks run hot.
“i got you,” he leans close to your face, aligning himself, pulling away, just to shove his entire length inside you. your eyes pop as a sharp gasp comes out, clenching immediately. “shit—ya always do that, fuuck.” toji groans.
“you scared me,” you whine, still gripping him tight, making him buckle forward, keeping himself up for a second.
“it’s the same dick baby, it’s just your virgin pussy,” he sighs, “relax,” his abs clench as he feels you loosen for him, “atta girl,” he pulls out, going back in. he starts picking up the pace. “taking your virginity away,” toji groans, “did you like your first time?”
you know he’s asking about your actual first time. “it was scary.” he grunts, picking up the pace. “you’re ‘s-is big,” you moan as you feel him fucking you with shallow quick thrusts hitting your cervix repeatedly.
“I’m so lucky to be the only one that’s felt your tight cunt,” he grunts, kneeling up as he grabs your ass back, fucking you harder, the slapping of his balls against your pussy and the claps of your ass hitting his thighs as your head feeling fuzzy. you were meeting him in the middle, just as toji grabbed you to sit you up. your arms wrapping around his forearm as he held it across your chest.
“so fucking good, shit—“ toji bites your shoulder as his groans fill your ear. his finger falling down, stroking your clit quickly, you cry, clenching around him as you come in little spurts, wetting the throw sheet im front of you. “I made you such a good squirter.” he laughs, slapping your clit, causing your arousal to sputter.
“stop it,” you whine, holding his wrist as he pinches your your clit making you buckle forward.
he quickly flips you around in the haze, slapping his drenched cock on your clit making you cover your face with your arms as you squirt from the stimulation. “there ya go, I guess you can’t hold it in like a big girl.”
“d-don’t say that!” you cry, as toji pumps his dick in front of you, shutting you up as he slips back inside you. his groan is deeper, holding your wrist over your head, his other hand pulling at your nipples.
“I’m gunna cum inside ya.”
“what?”
you feel his grip tight on your wrist as he buries his face in your neck, fucking his fat dick so deep inside you, you can feel him hitting up your tummy.
“you can’t!” you cry, tears filling your eyes at the rough fucking, he felt so good. the idea of his cum filling you to the brim was making your head so fuzzy. he can’t! he can’t! you’ve never had his cum inside you. he’s asked multiple times but you’ve declined each time, so he’d pull out and drench your tummy, back, tits, or face with his seed. but it was different this time.
“gotta fill this cunt with my cum or you’ll be a virgin forever,” toji groans, his drool falling on your skin as he groans so lewdly it has you whimpering just as you felt the twitching inside you. it was a new feeling, the stuttering of his hips, the desperation in having his cock as deep as possible until the pulsing sent the first spurts of his cum spraying inside you.
“wait…ungh! toji!” your eyes are filled with tears, as he cums, he goes still groaning. your wrists wiggle under his grip, whining at the warmth deep inside you. toji rocks his hips, dumping his hot seed in your pussy.
“good fucking girl,” he exhales, pressing down on your tummy, it almost felt swollen in both your hazzy heads. his body stuttered as you clenched around him.
“you dick,” you shove his shoulder, covering your face as he pulls out, inhaling sharply at the tight grip you have, just milking more of him once he pulls out. his cock let another spurt right on your pussy.
“sorry, puppy,” he sighs, pushing your legs up, pupils dilated as he watches the warm globs of his cum overflowing out. “look how well you took me.”
“your corruption kink is off the charts,” you mumble, embarrassed at his staring, but your heart skips as you see him reach for his phone, recording your pussy.
“I’ve already corrupted you, pup,” his eyes flick up to you. the single look had your breath catching. he’s such an asshole. “you’re all mine.”
“whatever!” you cry, shoving his chest back with your foot, rolling over to cover your face. toji booms with laughter, dropping his phone and crawling over you as cradling your head, and burging his face over your hands.
“you’re such a virgin.”
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.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. pussy slapping hcs w the jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna) + small drabbles attached.
⋆ tags. dom!character x female reader (separate). smut. pwp. pussy slapping. dirty talk. further warnings before each small drabble. based on an anon request; sorry, tumblr fucked up ⋆ wc. 1.1k total
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
likes to see the facial expressions you make, so he always has you on your back when he does it.
is always teasingly slow. never rushes the process—even if you beg him to satisfy you properly.
the wet sounds your sopping cunt makes, is what he does it for. the view is something he finds rather endearing as well.
tags. mocking. edging. nicknames used; ‘sweetheart,’
“mph! ‘toru, please. . .” your legs shake with each slap to your cunt. satoru’s grinning from ear to ear, enjoying every little noise you make as his palm pats your pussy lightly. he’s going so slow—trying to get on your nerves by not allowing you to cum just yet.
“‘toru, please’,” satoru repeats your words in a high-pitched tone. he giggles at his own tease before planting a sweet kiss on the side of your chest, glazed over eyes still looking down at your cunt. your juices are coating his slender fingers and it takes every ounce of his strength to not lick them off. to taste the sweetness.
the slow slaps and the time interval between them drove you to insanity. the pleasure comes and goes—it’s torturous. satoru pouts as you pout, mirroring your actions with a shit-eating grin, “patience, sweetheart. just a few more, i promise. i’ll fuck you reaaal good afterwards.”
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
does it when you least expect it, because that man loves to catch you off guard.
he can be gentle or rough about it—depends on his mood. if he’s in a good mood, the little slaps are meant to stimulate your clit for your own satisfaction. if he’s in a shit mood, the firm slaps are meant as punishment.
tags. p in v. doggy style. condescending tones. nicknames used ‘princess’.
“what now, princess?” suguru murmurs right into your ear. his chest is pressed against your back, one hand slithering down your waist to your hip and between your legs. you’re whining, unlike before, when you had the audacity to hold back your moans and act like you didn’t like what he was doing.
“where’d that attitude go, hm?” suguru grunts, clicking his tongue. you’re bratty today, but he has the solution to fix that. he pulls his hard cock out of your pulsating cunt and leaves you empty. the tips of his fingers glide over your labia instead. you try to grind back against his digits, though was met by a harsh slap instead.
your body jolts at the unexpected slap. not a moment goes by and a second one hits your pussy lips firmly. your moans are muffled by the pillow you’re biting into.
suguru sees you struggle to keep your moans to yourself and chuckles deeply. his jaw clenches and his hand lands harshly on your puffy cunt once more, “keep that attitude up and i’m not stopping until you’re screaming for mercy.”
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
does it gently, but is so so nasty about it. wouldn’t be surprised if you came just from him slapping your cunt a couple times.
loves to do it when you have your panties still on. that way he can see your wetness through the fabric.
tags. praise. semi-public/exhibitionism kinda. reader wears skirt. nicknames used ‘love, angel’.
“now now, love,” kento kisses the side of your neck gently, urging you to stay still. your back is against his chest and your legs are spread with your skirt flipped up. it’s an embarrassing situation—especially because you’re in his office with your lace panties on display.
the wet spot on the fabric only grows bigger and bigger with each gentle tap of your lover’s palm. kento’s slaps are painfully soft. he knows that it’s agonising for you, but it’s a complete turn-on for him, “you’re doing so well. getting so wet and ready for my cock, mm?”
your eyes roll back from the combination of dirty talk and praise. kento chuckles, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. his fingers come in contact with your clothed clit and it makes you squirm. each little slap made you needier. the sorcerer drags his fingers up and down your pussy before slapping it again through your panties;
“if you stay still for me, i promise i’ll give you what you want, okay, angel? for me?”
𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
is pretty harsh when doing it. might use his cock to do so too sometimes.
loves to do it when he’s eating you out—gives a couple slaps in between, here and there. right on your clit too.
tags. cunnilingus. degradation. reader gets called ‘little girl’.
“nasty fuckin’ pussy. look at her,” toji scoffs once he pulls his mouth away from your messy cunt. he’s been lapping up your juices for a couple minutes now, the clear fluid smeared all around his lips.
the tip of his tongue drags up and down your slit—tracing circles around your clit. your hands grab onto toji’s black hair, gaining a deep grunt from him. he lifts his hand and slaps your pussy in response, “hands to yrself, little girl.”
you want to comply, but the extra stimulation your body got from that slap only urges you to grip his hair tighter. toji curses under his breath, removes his head from between your thighs and makes it seem like he’s finally going to fuck you—his leaking tip suddenly placed right at your entrance.
well, you guessed wrong. toji’s veiny hand wraps around the base of his cock, only to slap it down on your sensitive clit. you moan at the contact and he answers by doing it again, “hah. thought i was gonna fuck you? nah, ‘m not doing any of that until ya know y’r place.”
𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀
makes it nasty by spitting on your cunt before slapping it. loves to see the mess the fluids form on your pussy lips.
has you counting the slaps probably too. if you lose count or get it wrong, he’s starting over.
does it again and again until you’re in absolute tears.
tags. true form!sukuna. over-protectiveness. mention of murder. dacryphilia. spit. reader gets called ‘brat’
“what’d i tell you about hanging around with that lowlife?” sukuna grumbles, clearly pissed off. he spits on your cunt that laid open before him. he’d ordered you to wait for him on his bed with your legs spread while he took care of some ‘business’. which was killing that man who dared to speak with you.
“fuckin’ brat. you never listen,” sukuna continues. two of his hands hold your thighs in place, another one rubs his spit all over your aching pussy. he delivers a firm slap to your cunt once it’s coated in his saliva. you whine and whimper, but the king of curses could not care less.
you know what you should do; accept and count the amount of slaps. you do exactly that, though the harsh slaps are too overstimulating for your poor pussy, causing you to sob. sukuna’s eyes have a dangerous and sadistic look in them—clearly enjoying your tears and suffering.
the sounds of your wet flesh getting slapped repeatedly echoes throughout the room. your tears, whines and bodily reactions drive sukuna absolutely insane. he breathes heavily and stops the slaps, “on all fours. now. i’m not repeating myself.”
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I HOPE YOU STAY—GOJO SATORU
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✎. he’d asked why your coworkers weren’t waiting outside with you—it's not safe here—at the same time you asked for a kiss. it just sort of slipped out. | wc. 2.8k+
tags. fem!reader, grinding, unprotected sex, oral sex, some mutual pining (it's implied he doesn't know how to talk to reader), there is not a world where gojo isn't rich, fwb to lovers, jealousy, gagging on how very much in love gojo is with reader and she doesn't see it, praise kink, pet names [18+ only]
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You’re not sure how it all started.
(As how all arrangements like these seem to start.) 
You remember calling Gojo on a night out with your coworkers—one too many cheap vodka cranberries in your system clouding your judgment—just as he left the office for the day, asking if he could pick you up from a shady nightclub downtown. 
(You’d hardly been acquaintances, and there was a long period of time where you’re sure he only tolerated you for Shoko’s sake since she’s the one who dragged you into their group of friends. You’re always the last one he acknowledges in the room, and he seems to clam up when you’re alone together.
You refused to let it get to you. Especially when you only see him a handful of times every other month or so, although less now that you’re around, and you pretend it doesn’t eat at you.)
It’s still a mystery why you called him out of everyone you know—you had to scroll through an endless amount of contacts just to find a message you sent him months ago that he left on read with the express purpose of annoying you—and even more surprising that he answered.
You didn’t know him as well as Shoko, but maybe a secret hidden part of you knew he’d help if you were in a pinch.
“Hello?” 
(He might be the most infuriating human you know, but he has a voice like rich bourbon. 
He’s also stupidly attractive. Beautiful, even, with his straight nose, soft-looking mouth, and thick hair that adorably curls around his ears. However, you’d never say that to his face, for his head would get too big.)
“Do you think you could give me a ride?” It was almost a miracle that your words didn’t slur.
You half expected him to hang up, but then he asked for the address, and several minutes later, he pulled up to the curb in his shiny sports car that probably cost more than everything you own combined and watched you stumble into the soft-leather passenger seat. 
It should be embarrassing how long it took you to buckle your seatbelt, but then you finally got a good look at him and took note of his expensive-looking suit: his tie slightly undone, shiny watch and cuff links glinting under the passing street lights, how his hair looked like he ran one of his bear paws for hands through it several times. 
You think it was the first time you realized he was as tall as he was wide.
The quintessential businessman in a three-piece suit. You understand the appeal now. 
(That je ne sais quoi that makes you want something out of reach. Why your friends from college ask if he’s single when all you see is a man who never takes anything seriously.)
He’d asked why your coworkers weren’t waiting outside with you—it's not safe here—at the same time you asked for a kiss. It just sort of slipped out.
Gojo gave you a look that would have made you giggle if you weren’t serious. “What?”
“I want a kiss,” you told him again.
It was the little once-over he gave you afterward, the way he missed the exit to your street and took the one that led to his, how he kissed you until your knees were wobbly and weak, and you could barely walk to his door in your heels as he pressed small ones around your mouth while his fingers sunk into your hair.
(That. That—)
You came against his thigh—staining his Burberry suit while he whispered dirty things into your ear—right there in the hallway where anybody could see if he didn’t have the whole floor to himself.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned into your mouth once he had you in his room, his hands trailing up and down your sides until he found the zipper for your dress and tugged. "I can't believe this is really happening."
(Later, you spend a lot of time analyzing what he meant.)
You urged him toward the bed when he had the black slip of fabric pooling at your feet, dropping down to your knees in front of him, and together, you scrabbled at his pants, shoving them around his hips. You’ll never forget how hot and heavy he was in your hand that first time, how your fingers barely touched and looked so small in comparison.
There was a thick vein along the underside of his cock, and you trailed it with your tongue, going up and up until you took the slightly purpling head into your open mouth.
You kept taking more of him until you couldn’t go any further without gagging, which wasn’t far because he was big—possibly the biggest dick you’ve ever seen outside of porn—and it made you a little dizzy how quickly it robbed you of air. 
“Holy shit.” He stroked your hair so softly, so sweetly, groaned things that made you preen and nuzzle into his touch. “You’re so good at this. You gonna let me cum down that throat?”
That made your belly flip—the fact that Gojo Satoru, of all people, called you good—a stone creating a current of new possibilities.
You hummed a muffled “Uh huh” and squeaked when he held your head down—the coarse hair at his pubic bone brushing against your nose—cumming down your throat in hot, heavy spurts, and you’re surprised you swallowed it all because it was a lot.
He fell back against the mattress, freeing you of his grip, arms spread wide and panting as he lay there with his eyes closed.
“Was it good?” you asked, licking away the small amount of cum that escaped the corner of your mouth.
That got him to pop his head up to look at you, a hint of something too soft on his face than you were used to from him. “Come here,” and he let you crawl into his lap.
A sigh escaped his lips as his hands hovered close to the side of your waist before letting them fall back against the mattress. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he mumbled after kissing your forehead.
(That’s how you think it started.)
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Everything’s fine.
Perfectly fine before Gojo sits by you, casually planting himself between you and the newest member of your group of friends, Nanami. You roll your eyes at how childish he’s being, refusing to react to his blatant jealousy.
Then he inconspicuously rests his hand on your knee. You jump at first, and the few people sitting at the table with you glance at you curiously, including Gojo, who gives you a mischievous little smirk that can only mean trouble. 
Again, you roll your eyes and choose to ignore whatever is going on in that lizard brain of his.
That doesn’t last long because he’s leaning across you to grab a handful of pretzels, only to lean in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he sinks back into his seat.
“You look so fucking good in this dress right now.” His voice already sounds hoarse, stretched thin—raw with want—and you inconspicuously rub your thighs together under the table. “Are you wearing what I bought you underneath? You’d show me, yeah?”
(Because he buys you things now—perfectly normal for someone you’re sleeping with who’s not your boyfriend, but maybe your friend—and sometimes you playfully call him Daddy when he has your wrists tied above your head with one of his silky ties.
And who cares if a few of your things and a toothbrush have found their way into his place? He lives closer to your job. Nobody can blame you for choosing convenience over a forty-minute ride through the subway.
Normal.)
Distantly, you’re aware that you aren’t alone, and there are several ears within earshot distance, but that doesn’t stop the little gasp that escapes past your lips. 
“Satoru, knock it off.” You glance around the table to make sure no one is paying attention, your tensed shoulders relaxing a little when you find everyone too preoccupied with their own conversations.
Gojo already has acknowledged this, too. 
“I bet you still taste just as sweet as you did this morning. You have no idea how much I want you. It’s making me hard just thinking about it.” At that, you peek down at his lap to find the prominent bulge pressing against his khaki pants. 
“Oh?” voice soft when you finally tear your eyes away from his crotch to meet his heated gaze again.
“Mhm.” 
Oh. 
You can tell that he sees your walls cracking, that it would only take a few sweet words before you finally caved: “You’d let me have another taste, wouldn’t you?”
Your breath hitches because, yes, you would. 
That’s how you find yourself with your thighs parted and one of your legs draped over his.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape while the rough pad of his middle finger presses small circles over the top of your panties. His fingers tease, exploring the slick seam of you and retreating when you start arching your hips up into his touch.
It feels like you can’t breathe—or perhaps you’re too fearful to find out what other noises you’d make if you did—practically choking on the torturous (because that’s what this is) pleasure you’re receiving, and you’re ready to beg. You really are. However, you aren’t prepared to face the mortifying consequences if you happen to open your mouth.
Something that sounds a lot like, please, just waiting on the tip of your tongue.
It feels like every pair of eyes at that small table are on you, but they’re none the wiser to what is currently happening beneath the party-themed tablecloth, still laughing and mingling around the yard as they celebrate Geto’s birthday. 
It’s not as if it’s all that obvious, either. 
Gojo is turned away from you, currently in the middle of a discussion with the birthday boy himself. You have no clue what they were talking about because you’d stopped paying attention a while ago—not that you’d be able to listen if you wanted to with Gojo’s fingers turning every spun cotton candy thought back into melted sugar. 
He traces lightly over the covered seam of your lips before finally slipping under the silky material—his skilled fingers working slippery circles at the apex of your thighs—and the subtle relief forces you to swallow another moan. 
“Satoru,” you warn under your breath, grabbing his wrist to stop his movements. But the feel of him patting your sticky, sensitive clit with three fingers cuts off all of your protests, forcing you to sit there and let him play with you.
Heat crawls up your neck as he explores your slick folds, the loud music, and chatter, thankfully hiding the wet sounds produced between your legs. 
He does offer some mercy when he notices the slight quiver in your thighs, how they jump and jump until he stops teasing to press to fingers inside you and grind the heel of his palm into your clit. Your hips start rocking forward against his hand slightly, and you pray nobody notices because the heat spreading through your belly is almost too consuming to stop now, making you dizzy with it. 
Your abs hurt from how hard they clench, and your legs shake, culminating in a slow drop just before you resurface. Gojo can probably feel it—attuned to your body after all these months—and starts moving in a steady rhythm, and—
The breath you’re about to take gets caught in your throat, fingers gripping Gojo’s wrist and the ledge of the table as you tip over the edge. Your legs tremble while you convulse onto his hand, and you have to lean into him to keep from falling out of your chair. 
His fingers bring you back down, slowly, rubbing soothingly against your inner thigh as the fog gradually dissipates from your brain. And what you’d give to hear him call you his good girl at that moment—
“Hey, are you okay?” Shoko asks you from across the table. “You don’t look so good.”
All eyes turn towards you, including the smug little gleam in Gojo’s. 
“Yeah,” you squeak before standing up hastily. You pull Gojo up with you, not caring that it’s the same hand covered in your sticky-wet slick. “I just remembered that I need Sa—Gojo’s help with something.”
Only a few are dumb enough to believe that lie, and you avoid the smirk Shoko gives you as she watches you practically drag Gojo toward the house.
(Because, of course, she knows.
And perhaps she’s not the only one.)
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The tipping point in your relationship—the one that turns it from a maybe into a definite something, and not just two people who have been having sex and somewhat living together for six months—happens on a night Gojo comes home late from work. 
(Exactly five minutes to eleven.)
You’re not usually the jealous type, but you’ll admit that dating someone like Gojo—rich, attractive, owns more Tom Ford suits than you have jeans, and just important enough that he has an assistant who runs said suits to the dry cleaners—can stir up some insecurities.
A more reasonable person would lay out the facts like a deck of cards: you know he’s someone’s boss’s boss, so he likely had to stay behind to fix someone else’s mess, but the proverbial chip onto the poker table comes with his new assistant. 
Hinata.
A girl who’s fresh out of college and around him more hours of the day than you see him during the week, and from the few times you stopped by his office, you can tell she has a thing for him—her lack of subtlety could compete with Gojo’s nonexistent observation skills.
Much later, after you’ve slept on the softest sheets you’ve ever laid on, you’ll admit you overreacted. How you shouldn’t have thrown blankets and pillows at him from his bed for him to sleep on the couch with as soon as he walked through the front door—not to mention how you never give him a chance to explain himself and keep huffing whenever he opened his mouth.
After the second pillow (almost comically, if you weren’t so upset) hits him square in the face, he drops the blankets to grab your wrists.
“Would you stop throwing blankets at me and tell me what’s wrong?”
"Like you don't know," you hiss unhelpfully just to be difficult.
"I wouldn't be asking if I did." This time, his voice is softer when he says, "Talk to me."
"It’s your assistant."
He frowns. “My assistant…?”
“Yes, your assistant,” you huff, making an unsuccessful attempt to yank your wrists free. “She obviously has a thing for you, but you’re too thick to notice. You forgot your phone, and she answered and said you were busy...”
He probably sees the vulnerability on your face. Hears what you’re not telling him because he presses a kiss to your forehead—I’m not seeing anyone other than you—another to your mouth before he’s showing you with your thighs pressed to your chest that every piece of him (even the parts he doesn’t show to anyone else) is yours.
“You want me to send this video to her to let her know you’re the only girl I want to fuck?” he grunts, making sure his phone captures the way his cock pushes in and out of you, hissing dirtier things that only you hear—the tightest pussy he’s ever had. “Would you like that?”
“Y-yes,” you whine, fingernails digging into his hand wrapped around your throat. “Please, Toru. I want it.” 
“So fucking dirty,” he growls, even though he’d do it for you anyway.
He stuffs his cock into you over and over again until you’re a twitching mess underneath him, the walls of your cunt clenching down around him as you cum with a squeak.
“There you go,” he groans into your ear, tossing his phone to the side to pin you against the mattress so he can reach that tender spot deep inside you that made you cum so hard once your foot cramped, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. “Is that what you needed? To make you cum because you’re mine? Fuck, baby—I’ll never get tired of this perfect little cunt.”
“Better not,” you whimper, eyelashes wet, squirming beneath him as he fucks you hard into the soft sheets.
“Never, sweetheart, never.” Gojo’s thrusts turn rough and brutal, almost working you into overstimulation just to prove a point. "You're my girl. The only one for me."
It's not quite an 'I love you,' but it's close.
Afterward, he pulls you between the sheets, holds you close with a hand cupping the back of your head, and asks you to stay.
“For good this time. No more leaving in the morning,” he whispers, lips grazing your cheek. “You like the walk-in closet and the clawfoot tub. We have enough room to turn the spare bedroom into an office for you because you like how sunny it gets in there during the day.”
It’s not a question, but you still say ‘I do’ because you really like how the word we sounds coming from him.
“Then…stay.”
…You say yes because it’s not as if you want to be anywhere else.
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haetrack · 1 month
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continuing the nerd!haechan thoughts, i genuinely can’t get over the idea of him eating you out with his glasses on. when he gets a bit too stressed out with his nose buried in textbooks for hours on end, he comes to find you to bury his nose in your pussy instead.
he’s always so obsessed with your cunt, lost in his own world, that he doesn’t even realize the mess he’s making. all he cares about is making you feel good. he’d beg for you to cum on his face, not caring about how it would mess up his poor glasses and get them all dirty. he’d do it again and again if it meant getting to taste you.
i can’t be normal about this… please save me… i need to take a deep breath
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UMMM UMMM UM yeah… yeah… literally wrote this all in one sitting it hit me so hard… nerd!haechan we need u so bad… part 2 part 3
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it’s finals week.
normally, he’d head to the library, study until he felt satisfied and head back home afterwards. there would be no issues, and if there was something he didn’t know, he could figure it out in time. he’s always ready for his finals, notes written up perfectly, powerpoints all read through, nothing being able to stop him.
except this time, haechan can’t stop thinking about you.
he’s trying to read an article about… something for one of his classes, but nothing is making sense to him. all the words are blurring together, none of it sticking to his mind. all his thoughts trace back to you, thinking about how you rode him the other day. the sweet smile on your face when he begged to let you use him.
he can feel his cock stir in his sweats, any thought of studying now replaced with you. he wants you to use him like a toy, putting all his stress into you. he wants to taste you on his tongue, wants to feel you tug at his hair as you call him your good boy. he quickly takes his phone out of his pocket, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
haechan: are you at home right now?
you: yeah, why?
he doesn’t respond after that, quickly packing his things as he heads to your apartment.
when you answer the door, you’re met with haechan. he’s blushing, hands balled into fists at his sides as he dazedly stares at you. you cock your head to the side, “hey, are you alright?”
“you don’t know how bad i need you right now.” his hands cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. you laugh a bit, pulling him inside as you lock the door behind him. he desperately kisses you, the shy haechan from before no longer present. he mumbles against your lips, “couldn’t stop thinking about eating you out. almost got hard while studying all because of you.”
he whimpers when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. his hands are all over you, groping your flesh as he tries to pull you even closer. you hum, “slow down, baby. let’s head to the bedroom, yeah? let you eat me out?”
he’s tugging you to your own bedroom, slamming the door shut as he presses you against the wall. he’s all whines and whimpers when he pulls off your clothes, leaving you bare once he settles you on the bed. his pupils are dilated when he looks at you, drool practically spilling out of his mouth at the thought of you.
you’ve only let him do this once before, and there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than burying his face into your heat. he’s still fully clothed when he joins you on the bed, laying on his stomach as he parts your thighs. he sees how you’re dripping, wanting this just as much as he does. he licks his lips before placing kisses along your inner thighs.
you shiver at the feeling of his lips so close to where you need him. you warn, “don’t try teasing me, haechan.”
“wouldn’t- wouldn’t ever try doing that to you.”
he hovers over you, your scent all around him, flooding all of his senses. he licks a strip up your cunt before he sucks at your entrance, licking up all your slick. he can taste you on your tongue, nothing in the world compares to the sweet taste of your slick. he closes his eyes, sucking harshly at your clit.
you whine out his name as your hands move to thread through his hair, pulling him closer. you can feel the frames of his glasses press into your thighs, laughing internally with how he never takes them off. he says it's so he can see you better, and you can’t really argue with that. you hear the lewd sounds of him licking and slurping your cunt, not caring about how messy he's being.
he can’t say he didn’t expect you to tug at his hair, but it always feels so good when you do. you’re using him to get off, pulling him around to where you want him. he’s your personal toy, only made to pleasure you. he can’t help how his hips grind into the mattress, the thought of it all being too much for him to handle.
he manages to open his eyes when he hears more whines slip out of your mouth. he can’t really see, fog and your own slick coating his glasses as he tries to look at you. he moans out, burying his face deeper into your pussy. he can feel his tip leaking with precum, surely staining the front of his pants in an embarrassing way. he can hear your laugh now, calling him your sweet loser.
you call out to him, hands harshly gripping against the strands of his hair as his tongue reaches deep inside you, his nose pressing against your clit. you watch his hips rut into your bed, and it all sends shivers down your spine. “b-baby, you’re gonna make me cum. keep going and i’ll cum all over your face.”
“wan’ it, want it so bad. need you to cum, need to know how good i’m doing.”
you roll your hips into him, cumming all over his tongue as he helps ride you through your orgasm. his hips roll into your bed, his tip spurting cum into his sweats at the sight of you fucked out. he laps at your entrance, licking up the sweet taste of your cum. you release your grip on his hair, relaxing at his touch.
you realize his tongue doesn’t stop, mouth sloppily sucking on your clit as your thighs try to close around his head. he doesn’t try to move them, instead, looks up at you over his messy glasses, smeared with your cum. there’s no teasing in his eyes, only desperation that keeps on building. you let out a moan of his name, his hips continuing to fuck into your bed.
you try to weakly push his head away, but he swats away your hands. his hands reach to grab you by your waist keeping you in place as he pulls you even closer. “baby, please, you’re gonna- fuck, you feel so good- gonna make me cum again!”
he whimpers against your folds, ears ringing as he tries to stop himself from cumming that fast again. “j-just wanna,” he mumbles into you, “wanna feel you cum, wanna taste you, wanna make you feel good. want you to use me as much as you want!”
how could you say no to him?
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eternity-death · 2 months
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Penacony Reactions to you spanking them
No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.
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Hanabi
Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.
She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.
This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.
You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?
Black Swan
Stares at you.
Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.
She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.
Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.
Sampo
He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.
Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.
Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”
Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn���t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.
Aventurine
“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”
If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.
He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.
“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.
Acheron
You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.
Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”
You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.
Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)
Dr. Ratio
Lets out a high pitched yelp.
Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.
“Did you really just do what I think you did?”
Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.
Firefly
Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?
She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.
Apologize.
Sam
You have a death wish.
Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”
He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.
If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.
March 7nth
Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.
It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.
You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.
“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”
Robin
“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.
You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.
It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.
You’re losing btw.
Sunday
Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.
You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.
He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.
When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.
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angxlofvenus · 9 months
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hi, hi, hi! could I request the brothers + diavolo during a meeting together when their s/o (the mc) starts to doze off and then suddenly faint? Turns out, the MC forgot to drink water that day-
That happened to mr a few days ago, it wasn't fun - so here's a reminder for you to drink some water too :')
Thank you so much for the request!!! I am so so sorry to hear that happened, I hope you're doing better <3 If anything in this post seems insensitive please let me know! Have a wonderful rest of your day/night
Genre: Mostly fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort Ship: Demon Brother+Diavolo x reader (individual) TW: Minimal cussing, mentions of fainting, mass panic, yelling, second person pov for reader (If I missed anything please tell me!!)
When You Faint
You watched as the clock slowly ticked by the minutes as the Demons around you spoke amongst themselves, Your talking had slowly come to a stop as the room started to spin, Some of the men looked at you strangely but nobody expected you to fall out of your chair and onto the council room floor...
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Lucifer
He's immediately up out of his chair
Oh lord, he’s now fully in mother mode-
Barking orders at everyone, Yes this includes Dia
As soon as he gets over to you his wings are out, shielding you from everyone else
Once you come to, He isn’t letting you out of his sight
And once he finds out you fainted because of dehydration? 
He would so buy you one of those big ass waterbottles 
One of these mfs
Mammon
Freaking out pt. 1
Definitely hootin’ and hollering
He is indeed making a scene
Won’t really be on you until after you wake up because he knows Lucifer and Diavolo can do more for you then he can
After you have awoken though? He isn’t letting you out of his sight
You don’t have to worry about remembering to drink water, He’s there to remind you now!
Humans are such fragile creatures and now that he's seen that firsthand, He will barely let you do anything
He will make sure you are healthy whether you like it or not dammit
Levi
Freaks out pt. 2
Somehow freaking out even more then Mammon
He doesn’t know what to do! He leaves his room one time and this is what happens!
Will kind of just stand there in shock as everyone erupts into chaos
He isn’t the best example of someone who looks after their body lets be honest
But when ya’ll are gaming You’ll start to see some more healthy options popping up in the mix of chips and soda
He will beat himself up over not noticing, Please comfort this man before he decides you resent him
He won’t ever really bring it up but rest assured, It will never happen again
Satan
Would also run to your aid
He has read a lot of medical books in his time, He knows what to do
Would take you to a doctor afterwards, just in case
Kind of beats himself up for being unaware of your condition
I don’t think he’d freak out as badly after the incident, He knows it was probably a one time thing
Will bring up in conversation casually if you’ve eaten and drank water today, just to be sure
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Asmo
Screams
Freaks out pt. 3
Yelling at Lucifer/Satan to do something!
Will be all over you as soon as you’re awake
Don’t scare him like that! 
Will get extra pouty when he learns why you passed out
Has Ya’lls self-care sessions meant nothing to you?!
No more of that, not on his watch
He will offer you water at random times throughout the day
Studying? Water! Watching Tv? Water! Sleeping? Water! no, no, Beauty sleep is important
Beel
Doesn’t knows what's happening, Why are you on the floor?
Will stand on the sidelines concerningly as he watches Lucifer take over, He trusts his brother to help you
Will also feel immense guilt he didn’t see the signs, He just wants to keep everyone safe 🙁
When he thinks Ya’ll are doing something too straining for a human, He’ll stop to ask if you’re okay/ need a break
Will start carrying around a water bottle specifically for you 
Belphie
He totally wasn’t sleeping when it happened, nope
Woke up to his brothers and the Prince of the Devildom freaking out around you
I don’t think he’d really get too involved with helping since he doesn’t actually know wtf just happened
If you don’t immediately perk back up, He’s gonna cuss out Lucifer and maybe try to fight him
Gets a little snappy at everyone (except you ofc) after the incident
He even started to set alarms on your DDD as reminders to drink water
Will tease you just a teeny bit, But you can tell how worried the entire thing actually makes him
Diavolo
Was over to you in record time
Commands everyone to step back from you while he calls Barbatos and a royal doctor
You will be given the best treatment don't worry
He thinks he's being very sneaky about making you drink more water He is so obvious about it, it hurts
You will definitely notice how Barbatos now almost immediately refills your glass as soon as it’s half full
Another one to openly ask if you’ve drank enough water that day
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hazyhae · 3 months
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roomie high | lmk
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stoner!roommate!mark -> roommates to ???
summary: looking for a weed-friendly roommate lands you in a living situation with mark lee. you find it harder and harder to mask your attraction to the man, and soon find that weed isn't the only thing you'll be getting high on.
wc: 3.8k 18+ mdni
cw: afab!gn!reader, weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, unprotected penetrative sex but he pulls out, oral (reader receiving), baby as petname, mark calls reader dude, reader calls mark markie, instigator friend haechan, masturbation, slight voyeurism (mark catches reader mb), multiple orgasms
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when you asked around if any of your friends knew anyone looking for a weed-friendly roommate, you didn’t expect to end up living with mark lee of all people.
you and mark weren’t friends per se, but you weren’t exactly strangers either. you had mutual friends and the two of you always exchanged a wave whenever in the same area, but you’ve never actually talked. you knew his name because of your friends, and you assumed it was the same for him.
what sets you apart is the fact that you’ve been attracted to him since the first time you saw him light up a joint at one of your mutual friend’s hangouts.
you remember the way his eyes never left the person he was talking to as he inhaled, taking a second to let it settle before turning his head to blow it off to the side.
the vision of him engulfed in a hazy cloud of smoke has not since left your mind, wishing you were the person reflected in his glossy eyes.
when you had to find another apartment after your lease ended due to their newly-implemented no-smoking policy, your only criteria for a new roommate was a) not being a murderer and b) weed-friendly.
you had asked your friends at another one of the hangouts, and your loud-mouthed friend haechan knew just the perfect person to ask.
you cringe, remembering how he called mark over with a loud voice. you were face to face with the person you had been admiring for a while, as a potential roommate no less, and haechan’s loud mouth blabbered on about your situation until you made him shut up.
mark lived in a two bedroom apartment, and his old roommate moved in with their partner, so he needed someone to fill the empty room. he was honestly perfect for your situation.
“i mean, i’m cool with it, if you are..?” mark asked, beady eyes staring into yours. you felt like you were dreaming.
“..yeah, we can talk about it after today,” you had responded, chiding yourself for the awkward pause. you needed to find a new place to live fast, and as far as you knew, mark lee was no murderer.
and so you sealed your fate to live with the object of your affections.
if you thought mark was attractive before living together, it’s even harder now to hide your attraction now that you’ve gotten to know him better.
4 months of living together has given you plenty of time to bond, and at some point you do find yourself becoming more comfortable with mark. you find your work schedules align pretty well, so you often end your nights with a meal and a smoke session.
you think back on the first time you smoked together.
“hey dude, uh.. house-warming smoke?” he had asked shyly with his cute lopsided grin after you had finished moving in the last of your things. his eyes were darting around, holding a shoebox you assume held his weed supplies.
never being one to turn down a smoke, you accepted, and it took everything in you not to stare. the way he rolled the joint so quickly with a concentrated face had you questioning your self control. how can someone be so endearing?
weed always does the job of breaking the ice, and after passing back the joint back and forth, you found yourself in comfortable conversation with your new roommate. thus settled your new routine.
as much as you told yourself afterwards to keep it cool, it’s kind of hard now that you see that same sight that made you fall for the man in the first place almost every night in your living room. and now you are the person in his sights.
it’s so easy for you and mark get lost in your high thoughts, and the conversations often go until the late hours of the night. a lot of those nights, the two of you will knock out cold on the couch.
while you think your platonic connection could help you to calm your feelings down, these times you bond with him only lead to the opposite.
everything about mark when he’s high gets you riled up.
his glazed over, hooded eyes, the deep breaths he takes as he lets his high settle, the deep groans that leave him when when he stretches after being sunk into the couch for too long.
it all goes straight to between your legs.
you’re ashamed to admit it, but a lot of the times after mark’s knocked out for the night, you can’t help but stumble into your bed, shoving your hand between your thighs to relieve the ache that is a direct result of mark lee.
it all feels so different when you’re high. your senses are heightened, feeling the pads of your own lubricated fingers running up your slit thinking of the man who made you this wet, wishing it were his fingers instead.
you find that you always cum a little harder when it’s mark on your mind, and after some point, you can cum only thinking about him.
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after another night of smoking and relieving your sexual frustrations after he’s fallen asleep, you feel of twinge of guilt when you wake up to a groggy mark in the living room.
it’s difficult to act like everything’s normal when there’s nothing more you want than for him to stuff you full.
“if you’re making coffee can i also get a cup, please? i’m gonna be fighting for my life at work today..” he asks while still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he’s just so cute, and you just feel even more ashamed at the not-so-innocent thoughts you constantly have about him.
you head to work for the day, and towards the end of your shift in comes the very friend that got you into this living arrangement.
“so have you fucked your roomie yet?” haechan teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“hyuck, i’m going to need you to stop talking.” you glare at him.
“what?? i’m not the one making goo-goo eyes at mark fucking lee,” haechan snaps back too quickly.
“i swear if you say a fucking word to him, you’re dead.” you start to inch closer to him.
“i’m just trying to support you, my friend. i heard his dick is hu-”
you slap your hands over his mouth. “let’s stop it right there.”
haechan bursts into laughter at your anger, and you want to kick him out but this shift has already drained all your energy.
just as haechan is about to start teasing, you see a very familiar head of blonde hair making its way to you.
“mark?? what are you doing here?” you are surprised to see him at your work place. he’s only been here a couple of times and he always texted you before he would come.
haechan daps up mark, looking between the two of you with a grin.
“i got outta work a little early so i thought i’d come by and we can get take out for dinner on the way home?” as much as you see him at your apartment, something about him coming to get you from work just feels so intimate.
“take out sounds good with me!” haechan butts in a little too happily before you can say anything.
you and mark give him a look. it’s not the first time he’s invited himself over. he’s smiling at the two of you for a moment before laughing again.
“i’m just kidding guys, you should see the looks on your faces.” he turns on his heel to head back to his own apartment. “wouldn’t want to interrupt anything, see you later cuties!”
your friend is gone before either of you can say anything. mark looks confused, and your face burns at haechan’s insinuations that there’s anything going on that he’d be interrupting.
“wha- interrupting? interrupting what?” mark turns to you with a confused face.
even his confusion you find endearing, but you are quick to change the subject. “he’s just being stupid, what do you wanna get for dinner?”
mark nods, chuckling. “hmm i don’t know. what do you want?” he responds, mind trying to settle on a dinner spot.
you. i want you. your thoughts ring.
“let’s get some noodles from down the street, i’ve been craving them.” you push your desires to the back of your mind and get excited at the thought of the comfort food. mark smiles warmly at you.
“sure, it’s on me tonight!” he offers excitedly. your face gets warm.
“thank you, markie.”
“anything for you.” his voice is just a bit too tender for your heart to take.
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at home, the two of you light up before digging into your food, but something about mark today is a little different.
he’s always nice, but he’s going out of his way to be even nicer.
it’s a little too cold in your living room, and he goes to his room to put on a hoodie. to your surprise, he also brings one back for you. when he sees your confused face when he hands it to you, he starts sputtering.
“oh shit, uhh, wait my bad you totally could’ve just gotten one of yours.” you shake your head, feeling grateful and also wanting to seize the opportunity.
“no, i’ll take yours, too lazy to get up. thank you,��� you beam at him.
settling into the couch, you’re having trouble lighting the joint, so he puts it in his own mouth, lighting it before holding it up to your lips so you can take a hit.
he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to you, or maybe he does, but you’re too caught up in the feeling of being wrapped in mark’s scent, cuddled into his hoodie as you slowly hotbox the apartment.
it’s a friday night, so you two can smoke as much as you want, having the weekend off. and smoke you do.
as the night progresses, the two of you have made your way through 3 joints, and mark holds his pipe in hand ready to light up a bit more.
you’re honestly both high as shit, and you both know it too. every little thing on the tv is the funniest thing you’ve ever seen, and your noodles are long gone.
you look at mark through hooded lids, admiring how he takes a long drag from his pipe, handing it to you before letting the smoke seep from his lips. you take a hit and set it down.
“i’m about to be glued to this couch for the next 24 hours,” mark drawls out. he readjusts himself on the couch, letting out a sound that’s a borderline moan, and it doesn’t escape your ears.
if only he knew that was the icing on the cake sending you back to your room to take care of the growing aching between your legs. mark slowly dozes off, softly snoring, and you know that’s your cue to escape to bed.
you wobble into your room, the high still fresh and raging as you lazily push your door to close and immediately settle into bed with your hand shoved into your pants.
mark’s smell is still very much so embedded into his hoodie, and it only serves to heighten your imagination.
your mind jumps to a vision of mark and you on the couch, with you bouncing on his cock as he lets out his delicious groans into your ear.
you think of his tender, “anything for you,” from earlier today, and how much of a gentleman he was. it just riles you up more as you insert your fingers into your entrance.
when mark falls asleep after smoking, he’s knocked out cold for the night, so you aren’t worried about him waking up. you think you’re holding your voice back, but your mind is hazy from the weed and your moans are not as quiet as you think.
mark is fast asleep on the couch, but a sudden vibration of his phone laying on top of his chest jolts him awake.
“what the…” he rubs his eyes, moving to get up and go to his room to lay in the comfort of his bed. he’s still so high, and he almost misses a soft cry coming from the direction of your room. almost.
he turns his head to your room, seeing your door slightly open with the warm light from your bedside lamp peaking through. he thinks he’s hearing things until he hears it again.
but it’s not just a cry, it’s the sound of a name.
his name. in your voice.
“m-mark. oh fuck, mark.”
there’s no way what he thinks is going on is happening, but as he approaches the door, his suspicions are not only confirmed by the repetition of his name, but the view of you that comes into his vision.
you’re on your bed, wearing only his hoodie and underwear that currently houses your hand. your legs are spread and your head is thrown back as you moan out his name.
mark’s mouth goes dry, and he immediately feels himself harden. this can’t be a high dream, right? he pinches himself. nope, not a dream.
he swallows thickly as he processes everything going on in front of him. sober mark would be more hesitant, but high mark says fuck it. you’re literally calling out to him.
you don’t even notice your roommate come in until you feel a dip in your bed. you gasp, immediately closing your legs as your head snaps up to make eye contact with the intruder.
you look up to see mark, his eyes intense as they meet yours.
“mark! oh my fucki- get out!” you start to ramble, shocked at this situation. “i swear it’s not what it looks like.. i just-”
“what does it look like, baby?” mark comes closer to you. you immediately stop at his words, mouth opening in shock at the petname. mark continues.
“that you’re getting your pretty little self off while moaning my name? what are you thinking about?” he settles in front of your now curled up form.
“or, who are you thinking about? cause i think i can guess who,” he says lowly, lips forming a slight grin as he peers into your widened eyes.
this isn’t just a product of being high out of your mind, right?
you sit up slightly.
“mark.. you aren’t weirded out?” you ask hesitantly.
“why would i be? in fact, let me show you how i’m feeling.” time seems to slow as mark grabs your hand and leads your hand to his sweats. you gasp as you feel how hard - and big - he is.
“sorry for the interruption, but let’s get back to it? i’d love to give you a hand, baby,” mark backs up, pulling you by the waist until you’re propped on your back atop your pillows. he settles between your legs.
“all wrapped up in my hoodie, just like a present,” mark says lowly, his eyes moving down as he lifts up the bottom of his hoodie to meet your soaked underwear. “is all this for me?”
you’re still in shock, honestly, but even this is a high fever dream, you’re taking full advantage of it.
“it’s all for you, markie,” you manage to let out.
he immediately jumps into action even in his high state, getting on his stomach to go down on you. he doesn’t even bother taking off your underwear. he’s tasting you as your panties get even more soaked, your arousal combining with his spit.
mark uses one hand to move your panties to the side, and you gasp at the direct contact.
“oh god mark, feels too fucking good,” you moan out. your body is already feeling so good from the amount of weed coursing through your blood, but mark’s tongue is sending chills throughout your entire being.
your eyes roll and toes curl at the pleasure, hands coming to grip his hair as he lets the mixture of his spit and your juices flow down his chin onto your bed.
mark buries his nose into your clit, looking up at you, and as if you sense him staring, you look back down to meet his eyes.
the sight of him gripping your thigh with one arm as his other hand works to get you off is something beyond your wildest dreams, and it has you cumming only seconds after locking eyes.
mark stares up at you in wonder, groaning as you throw your head up and let out a cry, legs shaking around his head as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
when he sits back up to admire his work, he swears he could cum then and there. in his sights is you still in his hoodie, eyes teary, panting from the pleasure he gave you, and underwear absolutely soaked.
“fuck, baby, you tasted too good.” he’s so hard it hurts.
as you come down, you look up at him, catching his breath, lips still shiny, and eyes absolutely piercing. the haze of the high is still there, and you both know exactly what needs to come next.
“mark, fuck me, please.”
“…anything for you, baby,” mark replies. he takes off his shirt and sweats, and your hands move to take his hoodie off of you when he stops you.
“no, keep it on. i need to fill you up like this,” he says, tone slightly pleading. if he was already beyond turned on seeing you get off in his hoodie, fucking you in it would be a whole different story.
“condoms?” he asks.
“i’m on the pill, and i haven’t fucked anyone in a really long time,” you reply, getting slightly impatient. you just want to feel him.
mark doesn’t realize it straight away, but he’s so happy to hear that. “me too, baby.”
he lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down your slit to coat himself in your arousal. you moan out at the teasing, still sensitive from earlier.
“stop teasing, need you so bad mark,” you groan. he grins.
“shh, need to take my time stretching you out, baby.” he latches his head onto your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. just the tip has you seeing stars.
“fuck mark, w-why are you so big..” the stretch burns, but he slowly inches himself in, letting you adjust.
“you’re so t-tight,” he chokes out, teeth clenching as he feels your walls start to engulf him. if he moves too fast, he knows he’ll cum too soon.
as he bottoms out, the two of you moan into each other, his forehead resting on yours as you both feel each other.
“can i kiss you, dude?” mark asks a bit too innocently for the situation you’re in, and your resulting laugh sends a vibration through you that has you both moaning out.
“i can’t believe you just called me dude when your dick is literally inside of me right now, of course you can kiss me,” you give him the okay, and right away his lips are on yours.
the kiss is sluggish yet deep, and he starts to move his hips ever so slightly as he deepens your kiss further. his hips start to pick up more speed gradually, and you separate from his lips as you gasp out.
you’re moaning his name and he’s moaning yours, both of your thoughts unable to form coherently. the only thing you have in mind is each other and how good you both feel.
his hips start to rut into you more desperately, his pelvis hitting your sensitive bud as deep groans leave his throat.
you’re getting lost in the rocking motion, feeling drool leak from the side of your mouth. his cock reaches a place so deep inside of you no other has reached.
mark is also feeling it, mind spinning as his breaths leave him harshly. he’s knows he’s not gonna last long.
“fuck baby, i need you to cum on my cock.” he punctuates his words with his hand resting on your lower stomach as he starts to thumb at your clit.
your eyes shut tight at the feeling, already reaching another high. the band in your stomach tightens and tightens as mark rubs harsh circles in tempo with his quickening thrusts, and in a second the band snaps.
you cum hard around mark, and mark almost has to stop from how tight you’re gripping around him, walls pulsating as you ride out your high. relieved at you finishing and unable to hold back any longer, mark pulls out and finishes, cum landing on the hoodie you’re wearing.
he collapses next to you, and the two of you catch your breath as you come down from both your sex and weed highs.
mark’s too fucked out to realize he came on his own hoodie, but you’re the one to point it out. already feeling your eyes droop with fatigue, you tiredly joke with him.
“markie, you came all over your hoodie, how am i supposed to stay warm tonight?” you hope he’s picking up what you’re trying to say, and luckily he does. he sits up, tugging the hoodie off your form and tossing it to the side.
“nah dude, i can do a better job than that old hoodie.” mark lays back down, gathering you into his arms. you lay your head against his chest tucked under his chin and close your eyes.
both of you have cooled down, and the feeling of his skin on yours is just what you need. the warmth from mark’s body wrapped around you lulls you to start dozing off.
mark calls your name.
“what is it, markie?”
he’s silent for a second before you feel his chin shift atop your head. he’s smiling.
“round 2 in the morning?”
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thank you for reading!! this is the fastest fic i've written so far so hopefully it's okayy. happy new year!!! ♡ in luv with mark lee rn
-coco :)
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elusivewildflower · 5 months
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Do Be Careful | Astarion x Reader Drabble
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Summary: Astarion saves you from a trap and scolds you afterwards. GN!Reader.
Word Count: 746
A/N: Based on my idea that I posted here. I might make this into a little series if I get inspired and come up with more scenarios.
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“Heyy-o.” Came Karlach’s voice, capturing the attention of the entire party. “This place is rigged.” She continued, pointing out a tripwire that was a few paces ahead of her.
Astarion sighed heavily. “Everyone keep your eyes open and be careful. I don’t particularly feel like getting blown up today.” His vermillion eyes met yours and narrowed. “Especially you, darling.” 
You raised your hand to your chest, feigning hurt by his words. “I’m always careful!” 
The pale elf scoffed. “You’re about as careful as I am honest.” 
Brushing off Astarion’s words, you turned to the left and began walking. As the rest of your party split off into different directions, Astarion trailed behind you. It seemed as if every inch of the dimly lit cellar you were exploring was covered in dust. You felt as if you couldn’t breath already, and you had only been down here for twenty minutes. All you wanted was to find the amulet you came for and get the hell out. You certainly hoped the reward for this item was worth all of the trouble. As a sneeze sounded from the elf behind you, you smiled. At least you weren’t the only one suffering. 
As you wandered through the dank cellar, your thoughts were plagued by the man behind you. Ever since the night of the tiefling party, Astarion had become your shadow. Sure, you were the self-proclaimed leader of your group and everyone followed you, but not in the same way he did. Every move you made he copied, and he never strayed far from you in a fight. His trailing after you has only gotten worse since the time you unknowingly stepped on a live trap. It’s only happened two other times, but Astarion will never let you live it down. A part of you was endeared to know the elf must care for you, even if you often questioned that matter. After all, he hadn’t been fully present with you during the night you shared. Yet, here he was, always two steps behind you, ready to pounce in case you needed saving. A heavy sigh resounded in your chest. Your relationship with the vampire was confusing to say the least. 
Too swept up in your thoughts about the shadow behind you, you didn’t spot the trap you were walking into until it was too late. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a tripwire brush against your shin. It seems whomever rigged this cellar had a particular type of trap they favored.
 “Sh—“ 
You didn’t have time to finish your expletive before a strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind and yanked you out of harm’s way. As you tumbled to the ground, you watched an arrow shoot out from a dark corner and sail through the air right where you had been standing. A cool and lean body cushions your fall, the both of you letting out a grunt upon impact. 
After taking a moment to process what just happened, or rather, what almost happened, you rolled off of your savior. Embarrassment flooded through you as you shot him a bashful grin.
“What did I just say?!” Astarion scolded you exasperatedly. 
This was now the fourth time your resident vampire has saved your hind, and he didn’t look too pleased about it. Perhaps a compliment might distract him from his anger? You batted your eyelashes, feigning innocence. “You’re so pretty, Astarion.” 
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere right now, darling.” He chastised before heaving a sigh. You watched as his features contorted with a hint of concern. ”You could’ve, oh, I don’t know, died?!” 
Your shoulders slumped as you realized the truth of his statement. “I’m sorry….” 
“You should be!” He brushed himself off as the two of you got to your feet. “I’ve saved your life, yet again, and all I get are aches and bruises.” 
It was your turn to heave a sigh as you rolled your eyes. “You can feed on me tonight for your repayment.” 
Astarion grinned wickedly at the sound of that, his demeanor changing instantly. “Well, at least something good will come of this after all.” 
When you began to resume your, now-cleared, path, Astarion was quick to stop you. His arm splayed across your chest as he stepped in front of you. 
“Oh no, no, no. I am going to be leading us now. It’s clear that you cannot be trusted to actually use those pretty eyes of yours.” 
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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months
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So I was wondering if I could maybe get some hcs of Kuai Liang with a fem s/o who is always cold and who always seeks out his warmth even before they were dating? For example he would just be talking to someone and here comes his fem s/o seeking his warmth out and hugging him to get warm.
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You loved how unbelievably hot Kuai Liang was but you guessed it came with the territory.
Kuai Liang was always going to be warmer than the average person, therefore rendering the possibility of ever getting sick redundant for someone who could just raise his body temperature to rid himself of the illness.
The first time you found out just how warm Kuai Liang was when you were trying to warm yourself up , but everything you tried didn’t seem to work outside of a measly couple of seconds of fleeting warmth and you were staring to become frustrated just as Kuai Liang came into view to witness your failed attempts.
‘Are you alright? You seem frustrated.’ He asked, concerned.
‘No. I’m trying to warm up my hands but nothing I do seems to want to work.’ You explained, just about to shove your hands deep into your pockets in defeat, when Kuai Liang held out his arms as a compassionate smile spread across his beautiful face. He then gestured with with hands for you to come closer, but your confusion was written as clear as day on your face.
‘Get over here.’ He said.
‘Why?’ You replied.
‘You said you wanted to get warmed up didn’t you?’ He inquired, moving his head slightly to the side.
‘Yeah.’ You said cautiously as you started to worm closer to him. Inch by inch. Already feeling his warmth radiating off of him and you were nowhere within his proximity yet. ‘So get over here so I can warm you up.’ He reiterated and once you were within range, Kuai Liang brought you into an instantly warming hug that had you melting against him. You instinctively clung onto him anyway you could, grasping at his clothes, burying your head into his neck as your eyes slowly closed for his warmth has lulled you into a dangerous state of relaxation; that you almost fell asleep against him right then and there.
Kuai Liang didn’t mind this, he personally found it adorable when you use him like a personal heater. He enjoyed the feeling of you practically clinging off of him like a koala and so for a good while afterwards, you had begun an unspoken tradition of searching for him when you felt like leeching off of of his insane bodily warmth; uncaring as to whoever catches you in the act. It didn’t concern anyone outside of yourself and Kuai Liang.
Today was no different from any other as once again you were searching high and low for Kuai Liang, only to find him in the middle of a conversation with Tomas but you were far too concerned with warming yourself up, seeing as the Lin Kuei wasn’t particularly a warm place to reside within. So when a particularly cold breeze brushed past your skin- reminding you as to why it was that you were there in the first place- you were quick to make your way towards the pair until you finally ended up by Kuai Liang’s side.
The man noticed you, chuckled and without another word, opened up his arms for you like he had a thousand times before to then cuddle yourself into his side, casually burying your head into his tits chest and your hands grasp at his waist and sighing in content, just as those arms came to tuck you even further against him to provide you with additional warmth. Tomas looked between to the two of you with a look that could only be compared to a confused puppy but Kuai Liang was quick to explain the situation.
‘They’re naturally cold and so they often come to me to warm them up.’ He told Tomas, whilst rubbing his large calloused hands up and down your back, practically coddling you against him.
Tomas only smiled, internally cooing over how adorable the sight before him was and continued with his and Kuai Liang’s previous conversation as though you weren’t currently falling asleep, cuddling yourself closer into Kuai Liang and vocalising your distain whenever you felt him shift his weight or loosen his grip on you momentarily; Something that Kuai Liang found particularly cute as he would smirk and hold you tighter as to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere soon whilst teasing you for being like a ‘clingy little kitten.’
Tomas felt like as though he was intruding on something he shouldn’t have and assumed that he probably needed to leave to give you both a bit of privacy but just didn’t know how to swiftly exit his conversation with Kuai Liang and so was stuck in this situation. However the thing that made up for that was seeing just how happy his brother was when with you and he couldn’t help but find himself smiling behind his mask.
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I wanna ruin vox.
I want to mess with him all day.
Wakes up: dry humping and cums in his pants with a shudder
Office?: Riding your thigh, the friction not enough.
During a meeting?: Riding him as he draws blood from trying to. Stay quiet by biting his hand.
And at the end of the day edging him so much he cries.
Brainrot.
a/n — Love this idea! Sub Vox prompts always have me drooling. Especially when were mean to him.
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Morning would go something like this; waking Vox up innocently enough by straddling him and placing kisses on his screen. He would rise and after a few moments kiss you back. Morning affection, all wholesome and fun, right?
Of course, until you start grinding down on his crotch, making him suck in breath and mutter out a few curses. Hump him faster and his grip will tighten on the bedsheets.
He would ask you to take his pants off, but you would deny him and say “Oh, I don’t know sweetheart. Doesn’t it seem a little early in the morning for that?”
He’d whine because that’s not fair. You’re trying to get a rise out of him, and in a very literal sense, it’s working.
Oh well, continue to kiss his screen while humping his clothed dick. He whimpers and whines for you to ‘Just get it over with and undress him!’
But good boys ask for things they want nicely, so once again, you deny him. At this point he’s squirming below you, still being peppered in kisses. However, it becomes too much for him to take and he messes up his comfy pajama pants with his cum. He’s still whining, from the mess, the way you scolded him afterwards, and then the way you got off immediately.
Around noon, you’d find him in his office, trying to do work. But it wouldn’t take long to convince him to take a little break.
It would take an even shorter amount of time for you two to start making out, and you pulling him onto your lap, moving his hips slowly with your hands. He whimpers into your mouth as he picks up the pace.
Trying to take off his work coat, he would whine about how tight his clothes felt. However, you stop him when he tries to unbutton his shirt, instructing him to keep riding your thigh.
He would bitch about it and try to formulate some snarky comment, but at the same time he would hump your leg fast and more desperately, eyes filling with tears because it’s just not enough.
You sink your teeth into his neck and he’d cry out and tell you to “take it easy!” But all power in his voice is gone by the end of the sentence when his voice cracks and he bites back a moan.
Finally you do take it easy on him, in the afternoon. Except really, you don’t. He’s on call for a meeting and thank god it’s not a video call because you’re in his lap riding his dick.
He’s trying not to cry out or whine or make any noise other than the occasional ‘mhm’ to make it seem like he was listening.
But the way you’re slamming your pussy on to his cock made him want to cry. He was trying hard to muffle his ragged breath by covering his mouth with his hand.
He’s drooling into his palm and his eyes are becoming unfocused. The noise of the call become useless background noise. But he’s trying to hold himself together. “Uh-huh” is all he says now, the illusion that he was really mentally present during the meeting slowly shattering.
He has to bite down on his thumb when he feels himself about to cum. But then you turn his head towards you and make him watch you, still riding his dick mercilessly.
This is eyes breaking point, he sinks his teeth into his thumb, drawing blood as he climaxes. Still, that didn’t muffle the whimper he let out well enough.
He’d cover for himself on call after a few moments, saying he just got a paper cut or something.
And now it’s nighttime and you’re being absolutely ruthless. After everything you put him through today, you’re still not letting him cum easily. Hasn’t he taken everything so good, though? He’s been a little bratty, sure, but all and all, hasn’t he done everything you asked?
Now, he doesn’t even try to fight back, no snarky comments or anything. He just takes it, listens, holds back, and fucking cries. Tears are streaming from the corner of his eyes and dampening his screen. He’s glitching out and buffering and begging you for mercy.
Because you’re touching him everywhere so gently and saying such nice things but yet, he still has to hold back. Your hands play with his cock, his nipples, anywhere they can grab.
And he’s still sobbing under the attention and pleading with you to ‘stop!’ ‘give him more’ ‘let him cum’ just anything.
He’s sniffling and crying when you finally lean down and kiss him, saying how he’s “been such a good boy the whole day, and he deserves to finally let go.”
He’s whining and whimpering out of pure relief as he finally climax’s, falling back and relaxing in the bed breathlessly.
You coo down at him about how good he was and how patient he was, treating him to fantastic snuggly aftercare. He deserves it after the day he’s had.
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Ring | Joel Miller
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pairing: husband!joel x wife!reader
warnings: tommy’s being a little shit lol, marriage, reader is unintentionally oblivious for a bit, no outbreak, reader is depicted to be shorter than joel, au where ellie is joel and reader’s adopted daughter but she’s only very briefly mentioned, smut (bathroom quickie), slight jealousy, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.
word count: 2k
synopsis: Tommy teases Joel about you and him having marriage problems when he notices you aren’t wearing your ring.
quick one shot in honor of 700 followers??? oh my god?? i love u all sm thank you!!!
this was honestly kinda poorly written. forgive me :’)
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“Hey big brother, what’s up with you and your girl?” Tommy asks, brows furrowed as he leans up against the counter next to Joel.
“Hell are ya talkin’ about, Tommy?” Joel continues to chop onions for the barbecue you guys were throwing today.
“Are you guys, I dunno, having marriage problems?” Tommy quirks a brow, and Joel halts his movements. He sets the knife down on the counter while averting his gaze up to his brother, expression clearly displaying pure annoyance.
Tommy might’ve bugged the shit out of Joel, but he knew he had good intentions. So why the hell would he be asking this?
“What makes you say that?” Joel crosses his arms over his chest now, waiting for Tommy to spew some bullshit at him.
“She’s not wearin’ her ring.” Tommy shrugs, and Joel’s permanent furrowed brow lines deepen even further.
“The hell she ain’t. She always wears her ring.” Joel argues back.
“Go see for yourself big brother.” Tommy gestures outside, where Joel pushes past him and slides open the glass door to find you at the cooler talking with some random new guy from the neighborhood. Joel noticed that he was trying to flirt with you, and being the naturally kindhearted and welcoming person you were, you didn’t catch on.
Joel also noticed that Tommy was right—you weren’t wearing your ring.
If there was one thing that Joel learned from you over the years you’ve been together and three years married, it was how to properly communicate his feelings. He used to be so closed off and would bottle everything up, letting stuff bother him until he became so distant.
You weren’t having any of that, though, so you sat him down one day and told him that you needed proper communication between you both. You were a saint with Joel, being so patient and kind to him as he was trying to unlearn his previous ways of shutting himself out from everyone around him when he didn’t exactly know how to communicate something.
Some days were harder than others, but ever the sweetheart you are, you never rushed him or got irritated when he couldn’t exactly seem to form his words to you. You just held him and kissed him repeatedly, letting him know it was okay and he could take his time.
This time around, he didn’t seem to have a single bit of a problem telling you what he was feeling. So, he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your temple to show the man that was so clearly interested in you that you were taken.
“Hey darlin’.” Joel rasps into your ear, kissing your shoulder afterward.
“Hey baby. This is Dominic. He’s new to the neighborhood. Dominic, this is my husband, Joel.”
Joel sported a shit-eating grin when Dominic’s body went rigid at the word husband. Joel stuck his hand out to him, and Dominic apprehensively shook his hand. Joel’s grip was firmer than it regularly was, and Dominic flinched in the slightest.
“Thanks for keeping my beautiful wife some company while I got stuff ready for the grill.” Joel’s voice dripped with sarcasm, and you looked up at him with a quirked brow.
He offered you a tight-lipped smile when his gaze met yours, clearing his throat. “Can I steal you for a minute, baby?” He asks, arms possessively wrapping around your frame. You nod, confused as to why Joel was acting a bit strange suddenly.
He intertwines your hand with his, and you excuse yourself from Dominic as Joel led you into the house and up to your bedroom.
“What’s this about, Joel?” You question as he closes the bedroom door, locking it behind him.
“Where’s your wedding ring at, baby?” He asks, looking down at you. A glint of something flashes across his eyes, but you couldn’t put your finger on what.
“‘S in my jewelry box. I didn’t wanna lose it helping around the backyard today or swimming if I did, so I knew it would be safe in there instead. Why?” Your curiosity is piqued.
Joel slowly maneuvers himself past you and over to your jewelry box, opening the top of it to firstly find your wedding ring neatly placed.
He takes the ring out of the jewelry box and walks over to you, grabbing your left hand to slip it onto your ring finger once more. Right where it belongs, perfectly fitted. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly.
“Tommy’s bein’ a little shit, as always. Came into the kitchen with assumptions that we were having ‘marriage problems’ because you weren’t wearing your ring.” He tsked, shaking his head.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
“Y’gotta stop letting Tommy get into your head, J. I love you, I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured him, and his lips curled up in the slightest.
“I know baby, I just can’t help but feel jealous when I see another man flirting with my woman.”
“Jealous? Of who?” You were puzzled at Joel’s confession, resting a steady hand on his warm chest.
“That new neighbor. Dylan or whatever the fuck his name is.” Joel spat.
You had no idea Dominic was even flirting with you. You thought he was just being friendly. Fuck, maybe Joel was right. Maybe you are oblivious sometimes.
You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down so his lips envelope yours. One hand of his is splayed over the small of your back while the other rests on the outside of your thigh, rubbing small circles into your exposed skin. The dress you were wearing today was just another distraction for Joel and a reminder that he needed to behave himself or else the whole neighborhood would hear you saying his name like a prayer on Sunday morning.
Joel’s cock stirred at the thought, and he groaned into the kiss. You pulled apart from him and moved your hands down to his chest again.
“C’mon cowboy, people are gonna wonder where we’re at.” You grin, going to the bedroom door to unlock it. You were about halfway down the hallway before Joel tugged you into the bathroom on your right side.
“They can wait.” He closed the door and pressed you up against it, locking the lock before smashing his lips to yours.
There was so much hunger behind his kiss. You felt slick start to pool onto your panties, the want in your core licking a flame up your body. You moan into the kiss, gripping the back of his head to mold yourself even further into him. It was nothing but teeth clashing, lips smacking, and fervor for one another as the kiss continued.
“Gotta make this quick, babydoll.” Joel finally broke the kiss as you softly whined, and he turned you around to move you in front of the wide mirror. You met his gaze through the reflection, nothing but hunger in his eyes.
He lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down your legs in one swift motion. His middle finger wasted no time in collecting the slick arousal between your legs, causing you to moan softly.
“Always so ready for me, baby.” Joel chuckled darkly as he brought his middle finger up to suck your arousal off of it. He looked you right into the reflection of your eyes as he did so. The sight was nearly pornographic.
You bite your lip and plead with your eyes; please please please just fuck me, Joel.
His middle finger made its way back down to your slick cunt before he pushed it into you, pumping languidly. He curled his thick finger to hit the spot that drove you wild, and you found yourself gripping onto the counter for dear life. You decided, though, that his finger just wasn’t enough in this moment.
“Please, J. I need you.”
“Need you too, baby.” Joel got the message clear as day, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper and jeans button in record time, pulling down the fabric along with his boxers. His painful erection sprung free, and he lined himself up with your throbbing, aching cunt.
He easily found home in you as he sunk to the hilt, groaning at how good you felt around him.
“Be a good girl for me and tell me who you belong to.” Joel’s voice was dark, teetering on the line of possessive. You found it hot, though.
“Y-Yours, Joel. ‘M all yours.” You can barely say your words as he starts to rock his hips, deliciously stretching you out every time his hips collided with your ass.
“That’s it, baby, mine. No one else’s. Perfect little pussy is mine, you’re mine, mine.” He gritted into your hair, pulling you back against him by your waist as he rocked his hips up into you. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, moaning his name softly.
“Gotta be quiet, baby, can’t have anyone hearin’ us now.” Joel kissed you sloppily to hide your lewd moans, hips snapping up into you.
“Fuck, Joel, feel s’good.” Your words start to mesh together like you’re absolutely cock drunk.
Joel bends you back down over the sink and gently wraps his hand around your throat, forcing you to look up into the mirror as he pounds into you from behind.
“So fuckin’ beautiful. Takin’ me so well, sweet girl. Been teasin’ me with this little dress on all day.” Joel lets go of your throat and slides his hand down to your front, rubbing your clit in fast, circular motions.
You barely have time to process that your body is about to give into Joel’s expert touch. You squeeze your eyes shut, jaw falling completely slack as you let out an accidental loud moan. Joel didn’t even stop you that time, because he himself was already on the brink of an orgasm.
“Cum with me, my love.” Joel groans into your ear. You both let go and just let it happen, praying that the music playing in the backyard is loud enough to cover your wanton moans as you both come down from your orgasms. Joel was reluctant to move out of you at first, but he couldn’t take the way you were clenched down on him anymore.
You were so fucking intoxicating and if it were his choice, he’d gladly be buried into your sweet, warm cunt all of the time.
Reality trickled back in around you both as he pulled out of you with a groan, both breathless and panting. After readjusting and redressing himself, he grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet above the toilet and wet it, wiping down the excess of his remnants on the apex of your inner thighs. He planted a kiss on the back of your thigh, pulling your panties up on you as he stood back up.
He helped fix your hair and readjusted you so you looked almost completely normal, albeit your face felt hot and you had a post-fuck look on your face.
He brought you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he kissed your hair.
“I love you, baby.” He murmurs softly, rocking you for a minute.
“I love you too.” Your reached your left hand up to hook onto his forearm that was wrapped around you, giving it a squeeze. Your ring glinted in the sunlight that pooled into the bathroom window, and Joel smiled happily.
“We’ll continue this later tonight, baby. Maybe Sarah and Ellie can spend the night at a friend’s house tonight.”
Your lips curl into a smile at his suggestion, and you lean up to kiss his cheek.
“Let’s get back out to the party.” He pats your ass and opens the door, coming out after you. You make your way down the stairs, Joel hot on your trail.
Tommy gives Joel a knowing look of ‘I know exactly what you two were up to.’
Joel scoffs at Tommy and grumbles as he moves past his younger brother.
“Marriage problems my ass.”
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