#quick and dirty but . i am brainrotting

[kitten4sannie]

backstage bukakke with ateez ♡

a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no i’m not okay 🙂‍↔️🫶🏼 without further ado, here’s a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insane….i should be in a padded cell rn….) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this 😭😭

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, who’s the biggest menace here? that’s for you to decide 🫵🏼, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cum….., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3

Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.

“Manager-nim, did you like the show?” San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.

“You know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,” you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.

San couldn’t help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. “You’re right. We’re way past titles, aren’t we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.”

You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. “S-San, behave yourself.”

He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. “Don’t act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, don’t you?”

You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.

Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, “We could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didn’t you? Even though you’re our manager, you’re still our good little slut, yeah?”

Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.

San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. “Can I ask you something?”

Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldn’t help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. “Say it, San….”

His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. “Can we make you our whore, Manager-nim?”

The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.

“As long as someone locks the door, okay?” you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.

San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat — one they would savor together.

-

“Don’t pass out on us now, baby,” San’s husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. “How many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?”

You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldn’t even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. “I-i don’t know how many, just want more,” you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.

“Yeah, you always want more from us, don’t you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?”

You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. “Uh-huh, wanna be good for you all…”

“How precious,” San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. “Then, be good and take Wooyoung’s load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captain’s and Seonghwa’s earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?”

You couldn’t speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoung’s thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.

“Pretty baby, our pretty girl,” Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. “Can you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way I’m stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.

“Look at her, guys, she’s cumming just from being bred,” Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. “Poor slut can’t even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe it’ll help ground her.”

“Way ahead of you,” Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. “Say ‘ahh’, darling.”

Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosang’s pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all it’s worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. “Not enough…More, please. I’m being such a good girl, aren’t I?”

San’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. “Guys, I think we broke our manager.”

“Isn’t that the point? Look at her. She loves it,” Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. “Look, Sannie, her cunt’s all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?”

San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.

“Then, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,” Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against San’s ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.

San’s dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. “It’s so big inside, isn’t it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?”

All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking San’s curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term ‘horse cock’ didn’t even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. “It’s all for you, bro. Come and get it,” Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunho’s way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunho’s obscene girth.

San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. “I-it’s not a–fuck–race, guys,” you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunho’s warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve. 

“Yes, it is, and I’m gonna knock you up first, not this loser,” San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place. 

“I’m fucking her ass, dumbass, I can’t even knock her up if I wanted to,” Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “And I want to, tiny. Wish I could.” 

“Not with that attitude,” San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. “I’m going to fucking–unnnh–fill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And you’re, fuck, you’re so tight now. That’s our good cumslut.” 

“The perfect cumslut,” Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. “That’s right. You love Captain’s cock the most, don’t you, pretty girl?” 

Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. “Stay mad. It’s not my fault she has taste.” 

“You better watch it, Seonghwa.”

“You can watch our slut suck my cock.” 

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over. 

It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side. 

“Cumming,” they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks. 

Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.

San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. “Here, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.”

Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. “Want it?” he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.

“Please!”

Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear manager’s face and body in their cum. 

Once you all came down, you found that you couldn’t quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.

“How was that?” San asked softly near your ear. 

“We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Yunho murmured, biting his lip. 

“How are you feeling, Manager-nim?” Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.

You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldn’t have asked for a better job. “Guys…I’m fine, and for the record, it was so good, I don’t think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. I’m a bit concerned, actually.”

The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. “Okay, so, who’s going to clean this mess up? And, it’s not going to be me. I can’t move my legs. I…think you guys actually broke me.”

San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. “I told you!”

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[silkscream]

HEAVEN SURROUNDS US

ੈ✩ summary: gojo likes that you make him feel human. admittedly, he also likes that sometimes, you make him feel like a god. ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+), fingering, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia, begging, soft dom!gojo, kind of mean gojo lol, workplace relations, reader can see curses but that's it, gojo has a god complex, dirty talk, not proofread bc i do not give a fuck ੈ✩ wc: 3.1k ੈ✩ a/n: i am having intense gojo brainrot. i was thinking about 'i'm your man' by mitski the entire time i was writing this btw. ALSO I LITERALLY HAD A GRAPHIC AND DIVIDERS FOR THIS BUT EVERY TIME I INCLUDE THEM this shit doesn't show up in the tags. i've given up!

Gojo Satoru has the smell of death burned into his senses to the point of complete apathy. He’s sure that Shoko feels similarly, though as a healer and a doctor, she’s often only met with the aftermath – the quiet decaying, the dried blood.

Gojo has encountered it all. The stench, the last pleas for salvation, the battered and torn-apart limbs. Even when the dying beings are cursed spirits suffering from the carnage created beneath Gojo’s hands, sometimes he wonders if an angel is nearby that weeps for them.

He has held grief inside his core to use as a weapon ever since he lost Geto. Nothing fazes him anymore. After the tragedies of his late teens, Gojo chooses to devote himself to his students rather than ruminating in sanctimonious thought loops. Gojo Satoru knows he isn’t a god, but sometimes, when he levitates in the sky with blood on his hands, he certainly feels like one. It’s safe to say that he may be the closest thing to one in the world of Jujutsu sorcery. It’s nothing that he despises – he’s known since his powers took shape in the awkwardness of his child-body.

Gojo likes to think he isn’t as cruel and indifferent as a god should be because of how protective he is. The warmth he’s had in his heart for Megumi alone confirms this as such, and now for Yuuji. Despite toying with the idea of divinity, he likes to remember that he’s human.

You are the only thing that reminds him of this.

Ever since Gojo had laid his eyes on you, he figured you were a delicate thing. He’s not completely wrong – although you can see curses, you lack any techniques. After becoming an assistant at Jujutsu Tech, he had taken more than a liking to you, more than he would be willing to admit to anyone else. He also never thought that the girl who was so quick to sardonic banter with him would be so vulnerable. 

When you’re underneath him, maybe he does consider himself a god, just for a second. And then he feels the silky touch of your skin and he can’t help but wish for a life of mundanity with you until the earth stops spinning. 

He likes that he can feel how fast your heart is beating. He likes that you become so pliant just from having his hand on your thigh.

It’s not like he exploits the little affair you have. It’s not that he wants to exploit you either, but the power trip that surges through him when you preen to his touch feels better than winning any battle. It’s those big eyes of yours. It’s a miracle you had reciprocated your attraction to him – he doesn’t know what he’d do to any other man who happened to pursue you. The thought of that kind of violence doesn’t make him feel any guilt. He’d do it in a heartbeat if it meant that he could have you forever, unconditionally.

Within the few months you’ve been working at Jujutsu Tech, you learn a few things about Gojo Satoru. He has an incredible sweet tooth. He cares about his students. He likes the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair. Lives for it, even, but he could never tell you that.

That’s how you ended up here, you suppose. Writhing and wet and oh so obedient for him. 

You like that a man that is worshipped by all enjoys worshipping you.

“Satoru,” you whisper. The sound of your voice makes him fucking melt. 

God, it’s so much worse when you beg. Satoru wants to be gentle with you, careful, because he knows that if all of his morals were thrown out the window, he would devour you completely, leaving bruises in your wake. But he waits, titillatingly, smirking as his long fingers grasp the flesh above your hips.

“Please,” you whine. Your lower half bucks up into him, squirming just a little, but he grounds you with his large hands once again. 

Satoru knows better than to toy with his prey, but the flush on your cheeks is so fucking cute that he wonders what you would look like with tears rolling down the soft blush of your skin.

“Be patient, baby,” he rasps. “Just like lookin’ at you.”

“You look at me all day.”

“Someone’s got quite the attitude.”

You’re about to protest until you feel his knuckle brush against the peak of your clit, teasingly. A nasty grin spreads across his face as he grazes his fingertips along your slit, marveling at how wet you are when he’d barely touched you.

“So pretty for me,” he muses, mostly to himself. 

“Should see how pretty I am when you’re inside me.”

Satoru scoffs. Despite being so human, you have quite the mouth, so much confidence in the way you move and speak that he often forgets how easy it would be to lose you. To break you. Though, of course, that privilege is for him and him only. 

He kisses you to shut you up, but not nearly for long enough. You can’t even get your tongue inside his mouth. You whine pitifully as he pulls back. 

“Poor baby,” he coos. “So on edge today. What’s got you so desperate like this, huh?”

“Just want you,” your voice is meek, which is an anomaly. The honey-sweet cadence of your words is barely above a whisper.

“You have me.” Unbeknownst to you, you always will, whether you tire of him or not.

He makes his point by circling the pad of his thumb to your clit while his other hand claws at your chest underneath your dress shirt. The sound of your gasp has him reeling already, has his cock rock-hard in his slacks. 

“More,”  you whimper. “S-Satoru, please.”

You’re surprised when you feel the palm of his hand over your mouth. You whine against his hand, soft gasps dissipating underneath his touch as your eyes roll back. You feel two fingers enter your sopping cunt and it renders you brainless, docile just how he likes you. 

The rhythmic ministrations of his fingers touch upon the spot inside your core that makes your legs shake. You like being smothered by him despite your personality. You don’t even have to tell him – he knows already, he’s known ever since he noticed your reactions to him touching you casually during the working day.

The more you crave his touch, the more you become dependent on him, even when you don’t realize it. You always pride yourself on being an independent soul, refusing his insistence to pay for your meals, the way you express to him quietly that you want to be able to fight back one day. You could perfect a certain violence in between your fingers just like he can if you put your mind to it. But you have too much dignity to request his guidance as a mentor or teacher. 

He thinks about it now as he touches you. The idea of him training you to use cursed techniques. The idea of him making you in his image, shaping you like he had created you himself.

If anyone truly knew the extent of how you are the object of Satoru’s affection, of his obsession, one would render him pathetic. But he knows he’s too powerful. He knows it’s easy to make you seem like the pathetic one. You’re already begging for his cock, after all. 

“I‘m gonna… I’m–”

There’s a squelching sound when he retracts. His fingers are wet with your slick and you’re on the verge of tears when you feel the loss. You’re already falling apart without his touch. It doesn’t help when you watch him lick your wetness off of his own fingers.

“Why are you being so mean to me today?”

“‘m not,” Satoru purrs, licking a stripe from your collarbone to your earlobe. You try to kiss him since his face is so close to yours, but again, he restricts you. His long, slender fingers squeeze the base of your neck. “I could be a lot meaner to you, y’know. You’re lucky. This is mild compared to what I’ve thought about doing to you.”

“Wanna cum,” you whisper. You don’t even realize that there are tears falling because you’re too focused on Satoru. It isn’t fair, the way he’s toying with you. The moment he relinquishes his grip, just barely, you reach over to palm his cheek. He lets you pull the blindfold from his eyes.

“Dunno if I can let you. You’re being so greedy. Such a selfish fucking girl.” He pinches your nipple as he says it. His voice is smooth, dripping like honey, dulcet in the way his words manage to make your eyelashes flutter despite how filthy the subject matter is. He’d ruin you if he could. Perhaps, he’d ruined you the moment he touched you.

He’s touching your clit again, but not rhythmically. You feel a sense of loss every few seconds. He’s fucking teasing you now, but you’re smart enough to not snap at him despite how much you want to. 

So you say his name instead. Like a hymn or a prayer. Like it’s the sweetest thing to come from your tongue. From the way your voice sounds, Satoru is convinced that his own name is a blessing just because it comes from your lips. He can’t get enough of it.

You make Satoru feel human, but the way you react to him at the moment makes him want to pretend he’s a god.

“S-Sat–Satoru. Oh.”

“You cryin’ already, baby? Thought you liked it when I played with you.”

His voice is low, raspy. Almost cruel. 

Your brain is so foggy that it feels like he’s been doing this to you for hours. You can’t even form words, can’t bitch to him or dominate him the way you often attempt to. There’s a secret part of you, deep inside, that is unlocked by the way Satoru handles you. As much as he loves control, he still doesn’t know the extent of what you would let him do to you. How you wished he’d wrap a silk ribbon around your neck and collar you like a puppy. How you think you would do anything for him if he asked.

You don’t even know that he would do the exact same for you.

Now, you’re at your peak again. Your legs are wobbly, senses so heightened by the way he plays with your pussy that it takes you a few moments to notice that his cock is prodding against you, bare and pink and fucking leaking. 

Maybe if you tell him you’re close, he’ll stop. You can’t stand the thought of it. So, naturally, you cry instead, and the sight makes him want to keep you for as long as he’s alive. Satoru would make sure nothing slights you, and that nothing out of his control could possibly vex you. This desire usually scares him. At the moment, it doesn’t. At the moment, he feels drunk with it. 

He knows when you cum because he has you memorized. It’s a little death, truly, because when your legs tremble and your moans fade into a sharp gasp, Satoru knows for sure that your brain has turned to mush. Your body melts against his. Maybe you’d melt right into his mattress if he didn’t have more energy to play with you. 

Gojo Satoru does not believe in a higher power, but he thinks that if one existed, one that was more powerful than him, he would thank them. He would thank them for you, the creation of you, the very essence of you living and breathing in the same wretched world as him. He thinks that maybe, just maybe, you were made just for him. 

You recover in a succession of exhales. Blinking rapidly through blurry vision as you feel Satoru’s face nuzzling your neck, almost too domestic and sweet to bear. You had never thought of anything serious with him because of his reputation, but every time he has you like this, underneath him, you often wish that he would reassure you that he wants to keep you.

And he does. He is devoted to you in a way that feels holy. He just doesn’t know how to tell you that. Satoru hopes you can figure it out just from the way he touches you. 

And maybe, like him, you’re just above human. An angel, he thinks. A set of wings would suit you. 

“I– I– please–” you strain. You feel embarrassed from the tears, but Satoru cherishes you. He kisses and licks them right off your face.

“I know, baby. I won’t make you beg any more than you have,” he sneers. 

You’re fucking doe-eyed, angelic when he enters you. Just the tip, for now, just so he can see how you react. It isn’t the first time but you are certainly acting the part from the way your whole face screws up. Your perfect mouth parts and he touches your bottom lip with his thumb.

You whimper like a wounded thing. Like you should be begging for mercy. He hasn’t dipped too far into his God-complex yet to coax that reaction for you.

And without a warning, he pushes himself into you completely, bottoming out. He groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. So warm. So fucking wet.

“Fucked you enough to mold the shape of your pussy to my cock, huh? Feels so fucking– fuck,” he exhales, rutting into you with eyes shut. 

You whine his name, clutching at him, scraping your nails across his pale back. He loves the way you need him. He wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything else in the world.

Made for me. God made you for me.

You slur your words against his neck and his chest as he thrusts into you – cries of his name, of begging for more, of your usual expletives. He grins like a predator. He bends you in half and thinks briefly about breaking your limbs for the sake of his pleasure. (He doesn’t. You’re too delicate, too human.)

In reality, you’re sarcastic and sometimes brash. When Satoru has you writhing underneath him, you’re a little more shy. He wants to tease the desire from you, whatever filth that permeates in your brain. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“Want– I want– aah!”

“Feels so good for you, I know. Use your words for me. I know you can,” Satoru taunts.

“Want you to make me cum on your cock. Please,” you beg. “Need it deeper, ‘Toru. Need you.”

“Need me, don’t you? Say it again so I can hear it.”

“Nngh– Need– Fuck, I can’t–”

He slows the speed of his thrusts and rubs the length of your jaw softly with his palm. His other hand rubs your clit gently, making your body spasm. He tucks the hair sticking to your forehead behind your ear so he can see all of you. You and your swollen mouth and glassy eyes.

“Don’t do that,” you whine.

“Do what, baby?”

“Teasing me like this. Wan’ it rough.”

“What else?” he breathes into your neck, palming your breast as he thrusts into you deeper.

“Want everything. Want it to hurt.”

And with that, he gives it to you. He gives you all of it. 

You drape your arms around his body so that you’re closer than ever, both of your bodies ready to mesh into one if they could. Satoru pushes your legs up, knees bent and ankles near your ears, and he basks in the sound of your pathetic mewls. 

“Such a good… fucking girl,” he groans. “‘m so close.”

“Me too,” you reply in a hushed tone. “Right– right there.”

Satoru has fucked you plenty of times. He’s called you a slut, a greedy whore – but he can’t bring himself to degrade you like that even though he knows you like it. You’re splayed out for him, limbs limp and grateful for his embrace. You’re too fucking precious for him.

You’re too dazed to think about the moral implications of your affair. It's a miracle you can't enter his mind so deeply when you're fucked out like this. Where his thoughts flash from lecherous to monstrous, yours are rendered sluggish. There’s almost nothing in your brain, save for him and his blue eyes and the feeling of his cock. It consumes the best of you. You welcome it with open arms.

Another kiss. It’s mostly Satoru working his tongue into your mouth and you dissolving under his tongue. He tastes so sweet, so fresh all the time. His lips are so fucking soft it drives you insane.

“Pleasemakemecum,” you cry out in a jagged mumble. “Please. Need it so bad. Please!”

He groans in response. You’re begging more than usual. You are frantic and desperate and welcoming his hand to shape you in his image. 

The way he grinds into your cunt becomes more aggressive, which is easy for him. There’s no resistance – your pussy is so fucking wet for him in that way. The cloying heat in his pelvis spreads to the rest of his body, warmth enveloping him like hot water in a bath.

You whine his name again and it dissipates into his mouth.

“Cum with me, fuck, I can feel you–” he moans. Both of you reach your peak in the way he grasps your body, calloused hands worshipping the length of your waist until his fingertips bruise your thighs. 

His hips stutter as he indulges in his pleasure. In the sound of your hushed whimpers. In the way your nails claw across his back. 

Both of your labored breaths fill the silence. Even in the dark, you admire the brightness of his blue eyes. They could replace the divinity of the stars themselves, you muse. 

Both of you are hazy, intoxicated on the touch of each others’ skin. You shiver in your skin. You’re only soothed when he buries his face into your neck, long limbs splayed over your smaller frame.

“I should fuckin’ marry you,” he breathes into your skin.

“What was that?” you raise a brow.

He clears his throat. Despite the daze, he’s able to give you one of his signature cocky grins. Something flashes in his blue eyes, you think.

“I think I wanna keep you.”

If he was god, you were his seraphim, he’s decided. He almost tells this to you, out loud, because your big eyes drink him in. He knows better.

“You have me,” you reply softly, echoing him from earlier in the night. The way he smiles reminds you of the sun. 

Gojo Satoru knows it’s an affirmation from you, maybe even pillow talk. But he knows that sentiment to be truer than anything he’s ever known. He is yours and you are his.

For now, you don’t know the half of it. Maybe someday you will.

#gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk

[ilwonuu]

horny jaehyun + breeding kink

ughh having a jaehyun brainrot rn and there not enough jaehyun content

anon,,, of course i would love to do horny jaehyun with a breeding kink. (my fav things ever tbh) also me too,,, but why am i always having jaehyun brainrot… also i think i have a pretty good selection of jaehyun fics if you want to read them (nct m.list here) ANYWAYS thank u for ur request lmfaoo<3

🐰happy hour

↬ jeong jaehyun

ꕥ pairing- nonidol!jaehyun x fem!reader, dom!jaehyun x sub!reader, established relationship, they’re super horny for eachother help

ꕥ warnings- unprotected sex(yayyy!!!!!!! lmfao), smut with NO plot lol, dirty talk(jaehyun got me going crazy), creampie,,, pet names(baby), kissing, fingering(f receiving), jaehyun is just so <3

ꕥ a/n- happy easter mls!!! i don’t celebrate tbh i just had dinner but i do celebrate with new fics so here <3 i might post another tonight??? we’ll see anyways ily all

jaehyun was heavily distracted from the movie, as were you. but that’s only because he is grinding into your ass as he whispers dirty things he wants to do to you.

“forget the movie. wanna take these off for me?” he tugs on your shorts, you nod in response doing so. he pulls his sweatpants down, not bothering to have any underwear on.

“don’t wanna watch this stupid movie anymore, just wanna fuck you.” you laugh a little at his words, as this was a movie that jaehyun had suggested.

“you’ve been hard since the beginning of the movie.” he nods shamelessly. “you’re just so fucking pretty it’s makes me hard.” he smiles at you as he pulls you into a kiss. he slowly makes his way to hover over you.

“gonna fuck you good. gonna make you cum on my dick over and over. want to make you mine, gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy? we gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to right?” his overwhelming words going straight to your pussy.

you can’t process either of his questions, but you try to come up with a response. “y-yes! jaehyun need your cum, want it so bad.” you start to grind up again his erection.

“yeah you want it? want me to fuck you so well you have my babies? turn over.” he pulls you into a quick kiss before helping you turn over. you hear him let out a soft laugh as he notices the wet patch on your panties.

“you really want it huh pretty girl?” he mockingly asks you as help pulls your underwear down your legs. “mmm fuck me-“ his finger rubs at your clit roughly as he kisses your back.

he pulls your legs so you are sitting in a comfortable arched position. “i will baby. how could i not want to fuck you? you’re so pretty.” he pushes as finger into you as he watches you moan out for him. his finger speeding up causing your moans to get louder.

“i’ve changed my mind i want to see your face when i cum in you.” he laughs at himself as you playfully roll your eyes at him, rolling over of course. your boyfriend pulls his loose sweater off before letting your shirt off you.

“so so so pretty.” he kisses your neck as he grabs your hip. you feel the tip of his dick rub against your clit. “baby you’re mine.” he plants a kiss against your jaw trailing up to your head. “all yours jaehyun- ah!”

you feel his dick start to push into you as he pulls you into a kiss. the kiss quickly becoming more messy as he bottoms out. he pulls away from the kiss to whisper into your ear.

“really gonna give it all to you baby. gonna make you a mommy- fuck.” he starts to move his hips into you. “jae- p-please!” you are upset with his hips you want him to go faster. his dick feeling so good but you know he can give you more.

“you want it? such a good girl for me. taking my cum whenever i offer. you love it don’t you? me too baby.” his chest up against yours as his hips fuck into you at a inhumane pace.

jaehyun smirks when he sees that your moans are starting to match right up with his thrusts. “yea? that feel good? gonna cum so much, gotta make sure you take all of it. got to make sure i don’t gotta fuck you full of my cum again. or would you want that?” his voice is laced with want but he has a taunting tone.

“want y-you all the time. p-please cum in m-me.” he just smiles at your pleasured voice as stutters. “fuck i want that too, you’re so cute aren’t you? don’t you worry that pretty head, gonna make sure my cum is leaking out of this pretty pussy for days. yea?” you didn’t think your eyes could go further in your head, but his words surely showed you that they could.

“i w-want it.” you pucker your lips slightly reaching out for him to kiss your lips. his hips start to grind slower and deeper into you. he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth aggressive.

“j-jae i’m coming-“ he pecks your lips. “yea? me too baby, open your legs a little w-wider.” he grabs your thighs pulling your legs apart more. him now curling into you at the perfect angle. he smirks a little at the arousal dripping down your thighs.

he mindlessly takes two of his fingers to clean your thighs. he puts them in mouth humming slightly. “i’m gonna fill you up baby. you ready to be mine? gonna be all cute and pregnant for me baby.” he laughs a little at your helpless moan.

“coming- s-shit.” you cum all over his dick, some of it leaking onto his balls. jaehyun holds back a smirk at that as he feels his balls tighten. he empties all of his cum into you. it’s so fucking messy. he loves it more that anything.

“yeah i definitely made you mine with that sweetheart but you can take another load right? just to make sure.” you nod at his words as you feel his hips start to fuck into you again. “so- perfect and all mine.” he kisses you sweetly.

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct 127 #nct u

[starglitterz]

♡ BEAUTIFUL & DIRTY RICH.

you're the youngest scion of the world's most wealthy conglomerate owner, and with your older brother next-in-line to come into the role of chairman, you're free to run as wild as you like. and for you, that equates to getting into dating scandals nearly every other week, much to the chagrin of your management… though it’s not like they can say anything since you can get away with everything when you’re this beautiful & dirty rich.

✧ feat ; albedo, arataki itto, childe, diluc ragnvindr, gorou, kaedehara kazuha, kaeya alberich, kamisato ayato, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, thoma, xiao x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; reader wears a skirt + heels at one point, alcohol mentions, drunk!reader, kinda suggestive

✧ a/n ; i have been brainrotting this concept since Forever and now i am forcing all of u to think abt it too >:) spot the xiao favouritism LMAO

please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot :)

✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]

“you've got a press conference tomorrow afternoon at one,” albedo lists out your itinerary for the next day as you spin around in the chair at your desk. “and then lunch with lady ningguang at two.” “how about scheduling some time for us to go on a date instead?” you tease, a smirk curving your lips. “it's too late to change your schedule, mx y/n,” albedo answers without missing a beat. it's become a pastime of yours to attempt to fluster your cool personal assistant, and it's a common occurrence for you to flirt with him only to be immediately shut down. “what about kisses then? those are pretty quick.” albedo sighs, “may i remind you that you have barely a minute to spare tomorrow?” “a lot can be done in a minute,” you wink, and he stares at you, “i highly doubt even you can do much in the span of twenty seconds.” you groan, sliding down in the seat, “'bedo! would it kill you to play along sometimes?” “it won't kill me, but it might kill your schedule,” albedo shuffles the papers in his gloved hands. “and why is that?” “because,” he says simply, “i'd be too busy thinking about everything you've asked to do with me to get any work done.”

✦ ARATAKI ITTO. [ hanamizaka heroics ]

arataki itto is someone you shouldn’t be caught dead interacting with. despite that, you still find yourself picking up his calls and responding to his texts far too frequently. it started the day you were doing fansigns, as your autograph was highly coveted, and he was the only face that stood out to you in the sea of fans. itto had started by yelling a greeting, prompting your bodyguard to tense as if preparing a fight. you had laughed and returned it, and he had continued to explain that you were his idol and he had formed his own group in the hopes of reaching the same level of fame as you. the green-haired girl beside him scolded him for his antics, but you found him endearing, and for reasons only the archons know, you scribbled your number below your signature. which leads to now, where you now hear his enthusiastic voice through the speakers of your phone nightly as he rambles about his day and updates you on his progress with his gang. it’s a breath of fresh air for you to be exposed to someone so down-to-earth and honest about everything in comparison to the corrupt world you interact with daily. and if you start looking forward to these conversations? nobody else has to know, it’ll be a secret for you two alone.

✦ CHILDE. [ tartaglia ]

“idiot, there are cameras over there!” you tug childe behind a wall, flattening yourself against it as if to make yourself invisible to the paparazzi. “y’know, when you invited me out, i didn’t expect us to be running from the press the entire time,” he laughs, and you elbow him in the stomach, “hey, this time it’s your fault! everyone’s freaking out over the beloved snezhnayan boxer tartaglia returning from his special training in the abyss.” “ow! as if they wouldn’t die for a picture of the world’s hottest heir,” he winces and retorts. “you’re hotter, though, for sure,” you reply without looking back at him, peeking out from the wall to check if the reporters have left. “really? you think so?!” childe’s tone doesn’t betray how happy he actually is to hear that - he’s been in love with you from the day you enrolled in the same boxing class as him when you were both still learning to talk. “hmm…” you turn around and look him up and down, fixing him with your infamous judgemental stare, “objectively speaking, i think you are pretty hot. maybe a 7 on the ‘totally would spend the night with’ scale.” “only a 7?! whyyyy?” childe whines, and you laugh. you’d never admit how handsome you really think he is, and how it’s probably impossible to rank him on the aforementioned scale when you’ve been wanting that since forever. “anyways, i think this place is a no-go. maybe we should just head to your place instead,” you sigh, realising the eager paparazzi aren’t going to leave anytime soon. “sure! i’ve got a new bottle of firewater we could crack open too.” “then what are we waiting for? i can practically hear it calling my name already,” you skip off and childe rushes after you, “no fair, i was planning on doing that first!”

✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR. [ the dark side of dawn ]

the sound of clinking cutlery is the only thing audible at the table you're sharing with your potential suitor, diluc ragnvindr. “i'm diluc,” he attempts to break the silence, only for you to coldly reply with obvious apathy, “i know.” he swallows, unsure of how to continue with your clear lack of interest in the date, so he falls silent once more. guilt begins to prick at you for being so harsh, and you cave, “i’m sorry, diluc, that was rude of me. i’m just not very interested in getting married right now, or anytime soon if i’m being honest, so i don’t see the point of this dinner.” diluc blinks; once, twice, thrice before a smile begins to curve his lips, “thank goodness!” now it’s your turn to be confused, “what?” “i don’t want to get married either, this dinner was my manager’s idea. i wasn’t sure how to tell you without hurting your feelings,” he explains, and you beam, thanking your lucky stars that the crisis has been resolved, “then, why don’t we get out of here?” “what do you mean?” diluc tilts his head in confusion, and as his features are illuminated by the chandelier hanging above the two of you, you can understand why he’s often voted the most eligible bachelor of teyvat. “we can just hang out without all this formality! i promise it’ll be a night you’ll never forget,” you grin, reaching out your hand to pull him out of his seat. “sure,” diluc returns your smile, and to hide how flustered you are after realising that his smile is actually very pretty, you wink, “if you’re lucky, a deal with my brother’s company won’t be the only thing you leave with tonight!”

✦ GOROU. [ canine warrior ]

“mx y/n, that’s the third dating scandal this month!” gorou scolds, rushing after you as you stride down the corridor. “nice, new record!” you cheer, and gorou thinks you must take pleasure in driving him to an early grave because, “that isn’t a good thing!” “shame, because i was planning for my next one to be with you,” you wink before whipping out a compact mirror and reapplying your lipstick. gorou's stunned silent, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish for a few seconds before he composes himself, blocking out any and all thoughts of you ever dating him. but just as he's about to speak again you cut in, placing your hand on his shoulder and pulling him close, “imagine the headlines; useless scion elopes with their own public relations head! crazy, right? the public would eat that up.” gorou is this close to spontaneously combusting but thanks to his sheer willpower he manages to keep it together. but when you continue, “i bet stocks would rise like mad too, then you'd finally be able to get a better job than hounding me all the time, gorou,” that's when he speaks up with a passionate outburst, “no! i enjoy working for you, and i wouldn't change it for anything.” now it's your turn to be shocked, but you recover quickly as you grin, “what about in exchange for me never getting involved in controversy again?” gorou flinches before smiling, “you drive a hard bargain.” “you know it, gorou! and by the way, i was serious about what i said earlier. you can be my next scandal!” “what?!”

✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]

kazuha’s been topping the charts ever since the release of his debut album, and with his dashing looks and charmingly flirtatious personality, he’s captured hearts across the globe - yours included. you know you’re bound to bump into him sooner or later with all the high-class events you both attend, but when it actually happens, you’re caught like a deer in headlights. it’s your birthday function out of all things, except this is the boring one you’re forced to host for the sake of maintaining business relationships and a popular image with the public, so you’re about to doze off at your table when someone plops into the seat beside you, “happy birthday!” upon recognising his voice you jerk your head up at once, “kaedehara kazuha?!” “y/n l/n?!” he imitates your tone, and you can’t help but beam, “i can’t believe you’re here, i love your music!” “thank you! and it’s wonderful to meet you, mx y/n. but it seems like you aren’t having a good time at your own party,” he raises an eyebrow, “why?” “this party is just for formalities, so it’s super boring,” you sigh, but then you smile, “i’m holding another one tomorrow night just for my friends and i though, if you’d like to come!” “it would be my honour,” kazuha says, “but how about we hype this party up too?” “how?” “i’ll perform onstage right now. a super special love song for y/n l/n’s birthday,” he deepens his voice so it sounds more dramatic, and it makes you laugh, “i get to see kazuha singing live? maybe this birthday isn’t so bad after all.” kazuha lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to it with a wink, “i’m about to make this your best birthday ever.”

✦ KAEYA ALBERICH. [ frostwind swordsman ]

it’s been a while since you last saw kaeya. he’s incredibly elusive, showing up at the most random events when he feels like it, but the tabloids eat it all up and treat him like one of life’s great mysteries. to be honest, even you’re more than a little curious about the man with blue hair and the ability to do as he pleases without a care in the world. “looking for me, sweetheart?” you look beside you with surprise, and you’re met with the icy eye of the one and only kaeya alberich. “awfully arrogant of you to assume that, mr alberich,” you reply smoothly, matching his piercing gaze with one of your own. handing you a glass, he smirks, “call it intuition.” “i didn’t take you for a telepath,” you deadpan, taking it and nodding a thanks. “i wish i was, so i could understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” kaeya drawls, “or even better, your heart.” “moving rather quickly, aren’t we?” you step nearer, and his enigmatic smile deepens, “isn’t that your style?” it seems like kaeya alberich is getting way too ahead of himself, and as the resident flirting monarch, you feel it’s your job to knock him down a few pegs. “no, this is,” and with that, you grab his tie and tug him closer, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek before pulling away as if nothing happened. “come find me later if you figure out how to match my style, kaeya,” a catlike smile graces your features and you disappear into the crowd on the ballroom floor, leaving a starstruck and quite possibly lovestruck kaeya behind.

✦ KAMISATO AYATO. [ pillar of fortitude ]

“you seem tense,” the famed model murmurs, tilting his head slightly to face you. his lips brush against the shell of your ear in the process, and you swear you’re about to melt into a puddle as you swallow, “who wouldn’t be, in a pose like this?” you’re pressed up against ayato’s torso, his arms wrapped around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder, and for some reason the heat of his hands seem to be branding your skin even through the layer of fabric. “true. though with your long list of dating scandals, i expected you to be relaxed about this sort of thing,” he glances at you, and you can hear a note of amusement in his tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you roll your eyes, though you can’t help but be pleased that he seems to be aware of your reputation. “nothing in particular. i’m just wondering if i could be added as the latest on the list,” ayato replies teasingly, and your eyes dart to his with barely concealed surprise, “really?” his gaze dips to your lips for a millisecond that seems to last far too long, “yes.” “slow down, pretty boy,” you regain your composure enough to smirk, “how about you start by just giving me your number?” ayato mirrors your expression, mischief glimmering in his irises, “yeah, i can do that.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

“you’re planning on going out wearing that?” the disgust in your stylist’s tone is obvious, he’s not even trying to hide how he feels about your outfit. “yeah, what about it? it’s cute!” you spin around, admiring how the skirt flares as you twirl. scaramouche would rather die than admit how cute he actually thinks you look as you show off the outfit, so he settles for scoffing, “cute if you’re going for a ‘just picked this out of the trash’ aesthetic.” “fuck you,” you laugh, “this is from the latest liyue collection!” you never take his insults seriously, and scaramouche has a love-hate relationship with how his comments are like water off a duck’s back for you. on one hand, if he actually did hurt your feelings, he might just collapse, but on the other hand it also feels like you’re always laughing at him. “liyue designers lost their touch last century,” he rolls his eyes and offers you his hand to pull you into your walk-in closet, “c’mon, if you really want to go out, i’ll pick an outfit for you.” “ooh, scara, you should totally come with me! then we can match outfits,” you lean into him, raising your eyebrows suggestively, “we could look like a couple~” scaramouche desperately hopes you don’t see the red blush darkening his cheeks right now or he’d never hear the end of it from you, so he turns away, “fine, i’ll come. only so you don’t look awful if we bump into paparazzi.” you giggle, seeing an opportunity to tease him further, “then it’s a date!” “no it isn’t!”

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

for a bodyguard, shikanoin heizou sure does talk a lot. whether he’s analysing your every interaction for a hint of dishonesty from the other party, or making flirty comments whenever the two of you are alone, he never shuts up. it was your brother's idea to get you a personal guard, and out of all the candidates, he picked the playful one with mischievous olive eyes and a smirk always tugging at his lips – you don't understand why. you're confused until the first time you see him in action, which happens to be at a fashion event where some creep snuck in. in one swift movement, heizou pulls you behind him with a whisper, “i’ll deal with this,” before darting forward and incapacitating the stalker with a few well-placed punches and a final kick to his stomach. after handing off the weirdo to the gawking security personnel, heizou rushes back to you, “are you okay?” “yeah… i just didn’t know you could fight like that.” “well, i wouldn’t be much of a good bodyguard if i couldn’t fight, would i? anyways, you can praise me now,” he strikes a pose as if expecting applause. “don’t let it get to your head, dumbass,” you laugh at his antics, “but you were pretty cool.” “i know,” he smirks, “and now you know i’m good with my hands.” “heizou!”

✦ THOMA. [ protector from afar ]

you’ve never seen the cleaners of your penthouse. sure, you pay them, but you’re almost never at home to see who they actually are and to thank them for their hard work. just your luck that the one time you’re having an awful day and crying at home is the day one of them come in. he walks into the room humming, hands shoved casually into his pockets until he catches sight of you, “huh? wait, mx y/n?! i’m so sorry for intruding, i didn’t realise you were at home.” “it’s fine,” you brush it off, well aware that you look like a total mess right now with your puffy face, “but i’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this.” “of course not!” he blurts out before falling silent again. this has got to be the most awkward moment of your life. someone walked in on you sobbing your eyes out and looking like you just left a horror movie set, and to top it off it's someone you don't even know – it's enough to make you want to burst into tears again, and unfortunately you're currently so emotional that you actually do. “hey, hey, hey, what's going on?” the person from earlier is in front of you in a flash, “do you want to talk about it?” “i don't even know your name!” you manage to hiccup while crying. “oh, right! i'm thoma,” he introduces himself. “it might be easier for you to rant to a stranger, and i can promise you,” he mimes zipping his mouth, “my lips are sealed.” honestly at this point you so desperately need a shoulder to cry on that you'd take anyone, even the incredibly handsome man you met around five minutes ago. so you launch into a huge tirade about your insecurities and problems, and throughout it all thoma listens intently with a straight face, nodding at intervals and offering advice only when you ask – you might just need to marry him after opening up so much and receiving such a good response.

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

it seems like xiao never talks. it’s not exactly a bad thing, especially since he’s kept his mouth shut about more than a few shady places he’s dropped you off at, but you find yourself wanting to know more about the mysterious driver with the amber eyes. however, you’re greeted with silence whenever you attempt to start a conversation or ramble about your day, and you’re beginning to think you’ll never get to talk to him. until one night, when you stumble into the limousine later than usual reeking of alcohol, clutching your heels in one hand and your bag in the other. xiao’s already surprised enough by how you’ve clambered into the passenger seat rather than the spacious rear lounge, but when you lean over to him and clutch the lapels of his crisp white shirt, he’s pretty sure he’s on the brink of a heart attack. “xiaooo~” you whine, slurring the syllables of his name, “why do you hate me?” he thinks you won’t remember this the next morning, so it should be fine to reply, “i don’t hate you.” “liar! you never want to talk to me!” you pull away, tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill down your cheeks. “no, no, no, don’t cry,” xiao doesn’t know how to comfort anyone, but the sight of you crying is something he never wants to see, so he quickly wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing circles on your back, “i can’t talk while i’m working, that’s all.” “then… what about after?” you sniffle, “after work?” “yeah!” “i could probably talk then.” “okay, good, because you’re super handsome, and i love your hair, and your eyes, and your face,” your eyes light up, and you tousle his hair, moving to poke his cheek and cup his face with your hands, “and just everything!” xiao’s face is practically a tomato right now, and he tips his hat down to hide his expression, “i like everything about you too.” “yay! then let’s talk after work!” you cheer, sliding back into your seat. “sure, if you remember,” he replies with a soft chuckle while starting the car again. “of course i will! it’s a promise~”

yet another formatting change bye but this is cute i think i'll stick w it :> // general masterlist

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[ceruleancattail]

Ah hi Ceru it has been ages!! So I saw that you want people to feed into your horror/yandere brainrot and luckily for only you, I am very fucked up in the head. So be prepared for whatever fucked up shit I’m about to write^^

C.W: stalking, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome

Let’s go with the person you like best in twst, Cater Diamond. Now people don’t know a lot about Cater so we can do honestly a shit ton of things with him. So let’s talk about him in my horror au. Cater is honestly such a cool character and I love him oh so very much, so making him fucked up is so fucking easy. As we know Cater is chronically online, so imagine a celebrity Yuu. They don’t go to nrc but they went to the island once and Cater instantly fell head over heels.

Now, Cater in my AU is this obsessive guy, he stalks people, he knows everything about everyone, he gets what he wants and isn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty. So he starts digging into Yuu’s past, at first it’s small things that the public knows, but then he goes deeper and deeper and soon he knows everything about them. Their shoe size, what’s their sleep schedule, favorite food, where they live, the kind of soap and shampoo they use, their order at their favorite coffee shop.

But after he learns everything online he starts getting desperate. Tons of messages and dms, he finds their number and text and calls them. He find their friends numbers and texts and calls them. At first just simple “hi” “good morning!!” “How was your day?” “I loved the new post you posted<3” but soon it turns into him talking about things they did in their private life and even threatening their close friends and family so he can family talk to them. Of course Yuu tries everything they can to get a restraining order against him, but they can’t find anything to do with this guys.

One day Yuu is out alone doing a quick errand, when they run into Cater. They, of course, don’t know who he is but he mentions that they met before, like ages ago, and they talk a bit and Cater gets a picture, before Yuu leaves. Cater, being Cater, follows them home secretly, breaks in when they’re asleep, and kidnaps them:)

Yuu wakes up in an actually nice room, but it’s not their room, the door is locked, the window has bar metals and their an ankle monitor on them. After a while Cater walks in and starts acting like this sweet guy and after some freaking out on Yuu’s part he confesses that he’s the one who’s been stalking them, calling and texting them for months now but he only did that cause he loves them and wouldn’t want anything to happen to them ever, so he’s just looking out for them.

After that Yuu stays in that room for months, with only Cater as company. Every time they do anything that Cater disapproves of he gets upset and leaves them in that room for days, one time he left for a whole month. And to Yuu’s shock and horror, they actually missed Cater. You know what happens after that. Cater gaslights and manipulates Yuu, Yuu believes him and becomes dependent on him. Cater thinks they’re in love, but he’s just obsessed with the idea of them. Yuu thinks they love him, but they’ve been locked up for so long away from other people that they’re lying to themselves.

I wanted to fit cannibalism in here somewhere but I think that’s crossing the line so I didn’t 😭. Anyways I hope you likes me and my fucked up thoughts goodnight<3

Oh no, it’s fine! Cannibalism isn’t for everyone and I get it. I’ve written some in the past, so I’m alright with brainrot involving it, but thank you for drawing the line anyways!

Also you’re so real, Cater has the potential to be so super creepy, it’s a shame I don’t write him as yandere as often as I’ll like-

Also it has been so long- Hi!!! How are you???🫶

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Tw: yandere

It’s just so suffocating being with Cater, you know? He’s just so concerned about his image, how he presents himself to you. Every word as artificial as the last, dripping with honeyed words and sugared lies.

The sweetness was cute at first, but now?

It’s just down right nauseating.

Cater strives so damn hard just to please. Lurking in Internet forums, scanning threads you’ve liked (in the account you thought you made private) and combing interviews you don’t even remember doing. Just for little tidbits of information you’ve dropped about you.

Your favourite food. Your favourite book. Your favourite place to hang out. Favourite this, favourite that.

You’ve seen the list on his phone, a great winding chunk of text stretching from pages on the end. You’ve seen essays with less material. Normally, you would have pegged it down was just another… oddly invested fan, if nothing came out of it.

You got the desire to get to know your idols more. It was just a natural human curiosity, wasn’t it? Even though Cater’s level was… remarkably obsessive.

It’s one thing to worship your idols.

It’s another to kidnap them and force a confession down their throat. Hell, it’s been a month, and you’re still not used to the shackles around your wrists. You still wince at the way your constraints drag across the ground, metal scratching against tiled floors.

Yet the greatest restraint was the man himself. Whenever he saw fit to drop by, Cater can’t just seem to let you go. Crushing you in bone-crushing embraces, cooing about his day, how his lunch tasted… and just how much he missed you!

You used to accompany him during lunch hours through your live streams, and the little clips that circulate through his social media! Not going to lie, he hardly listens to those anymore.

Why would he?

When he has the real thing all tied up prettily just for him at home?

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #cater #yandere cater diamond #yandere cater diamond x reader #yandere cater x reader #yandere cater #thank you for the Brainrot!!! it was delicious #you popped off so hard I swear #eating your work wjansjjww #Yan cater Yan cater #I HATE HIM SOOOOO UGHHH

[mis4dv3nture]

Inspired by this post by @chapel-of-rizztual (that has been giving me brainrot for DAYS)

and the reblog by @crimsonclergy

Kinktober, Day 10

Day 10: Praise kink

Pairing (?): Phantom alone, Rain only at the end.

Word count: 777

Tags: masturbation, pillow humping, dirty talking, a bit of voyeur at the end.

A/N: if you're wondering, yes, Phantom sleeps without his underwear.

4 AM, he still couldn't sleep.

He had tried to ignore that feeling.

But after turning around over and over again in his bed, he finally let it win.

With a sigh, Phantom slightly lowered his sweatpants, just a little bit enough to free his raging erection. He wrapped his hand around it and furiously started stroking himself. “Just a quick one” he thought to himself, maybe it could help him to get some sleep.

His orgasm rapidly approached, he bit his lower lip as he came, feeling a bit guilty about staining those fresh sheets.

But when his breathing got normal again and his heart wasn't racing anymore, Phantom realise that it wasn't enough.

That he needed more.

He slowly pushed his hips towards his hand, still wrapped around his lenght. After a few thrusts he was literally fucking into his own fist, still biting his lips to stay silent. He grabbed at the sheets, then he casually reached for the pillow.

Suddenly, and idea popped up in his mind.

After slowly pulling his hand away, he grabbed the pillow to put it at the centre of the bed, then lifted his leg to rest on it, still laying on his side. He gently rubbed his dick against the soft fabric.

That felt insanely good.

The fabric of the pillow was soft, delicate, it was giving him just that friction that he needed. And that fresh feeling was absolutely making him lose his mind.

He kept thrusting, rock hard, making a mess with his own pre, desperately trying to be as quiet as possible.

And then he pulled off his pants, he lifted himself up to sit on the pillow with his legs spread. To fucking ride it.

Damn, why didn't he try this before?

He grabbed at the sides of the pillow with both of his hands while rubbing his dick against the fabric with a slow back and forth movement.

The quint ghoul kept going, occasionally caressing his thighs and his hips with his fingertips, shivering as he touched his most sensitive spots, sometimes sucking his own fingers or gently pulling his own hair.

<<Mh… Rain…>> he muttered without even thinking about it. He didn't even realise that he was thinking about him.

<<I'm a good boy, am I?>> he whispered caressing his own hips, still humping the pillow.

He got just a bit faster, after also taking his shirt off, he was finally starting to enjoy himself while fantasizing about the water ghoul.

<<Good boy, I'm your good boy>> he kept whispering <<such a pretty pretty boy>>

Phantom gave up on trying to be quiet. After all, everyone was asleep. Nobody could hear his desperate moans, right?

<<Ooh, Rain>>

His voice was starting to get louder, he didn't care.

<<Am I doing good, Rainy? Please I wanna be good>> he cried as he plucked at his nipple with his index and middle finger.

The quint ghoul felt a heat growing in his lower belly, he kept whimpering louder and louder, leaking an indecent amount of pre all over the pillow.

<<Please please Rainy, I'm your little slut I'm your good boy>>

He was so damn close.

<<Please let me ride you, please I'm a good boy, please…>>

His grip on the pillow got tighter, his nipple got all stiffy from the stimulation, his hips started moving faster and faster. He was literally on the edge.

<<Mh, good boy, I'm a good boy, I'm a…>>

And he came, hard, shooting hot white pleasure all over that poor pillow, he kept riding his orgasm ‘til the last drop, letting all of his filthiest fantasies run.

<<…good boy>> he moaned for the last time as he started slowing down, heavy breathing, his thighs shaking, his heart racing more then ever.

Suddenly, he heard someone clapping hands behind him. He immediately opened his eyes and turned around.

<<Such a nice show, Bug>>

Rain was leaning against the door, he crossed his arms, then looked at him with a grin.

The quint ghoul blushed.

<<How long have you..?>>

<<Since I heard you moan my name for the first time, you didn't even hear me when I opened and closed again the door>> the water ghoul answered tilting his head.

Phantom felt incredibly embarrassed. But yet, that situation was turning him on. Again.

And judging by the bulge in his pants, Rain seemed pretty amused too.

<<So you like praising, huh?>>

Rain massaged himself through his pants, Phantom shyly nodded.

<<And you gave me such a nice show bug. I should really return the favour.>>

#kinktober #ghost #the band ghost #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #spicy tag

[the-illiterate-pirate]

hi, i am the person who sent in that one ask a long time ago about doctor play w/ tooru (loved ur hcs very much btw !!) and now my tooru brainrot has made its return so i wanted to request some headcanons (sfw/nsfw no preference) about yandere toru with a reader that works at the university hospital maybe as a nurse? thanks again and i hope what i asked for isnt too specific!

Yan!Tooru x Nurse HCs ♡ (nsfw under the cut)

Hii!! It's lovely to see you again! Ty ty for the lovely words and the great request!

Sfw

• He would do just about anything in his power to keep you in his sights, and Tooru isn't above threatening his boss to make sure you work same shifts/or even pair the two of you together

• One of the first people to comfort you after stressful situations. Tooru can tell easily when your exhausted from work and will give you a shoulder to rest on, or even some money to buy yourself some food for your break!

• Speaking of, ofc you two always go on break together

• Has taken up the hobby of watching you walk home after work. It's strictly just so he can make sure you get to your place safely. But sometimes Tooru can't help but visit in the morning hours. How did he find your house again? Oh, he was just jogging by and happened to notice you in the window. Crazy coincidence right? Oh well, he's got free breakfast to share, why not invite him in?

• Let's say he isn't too happy with the patients who treat you badly. Just a quick session with nurse Tooru gets them back on their feet, and they don't need to visit ever again! Come to think of it, it doesn't seem like anyone has seen them after they left the hospital... Strange.

• You're the hospitals power couple, almost everyone is gossiping about what a cute duo you make together. No one else working dares to try and break the two of you apart, unless they're a new hire, but you can rest easy knowing Tooru sets then straight very quickly

Nsfw

• Let's say you started working way after Tooru did. He was the first to step up and show you the ropes. He had the tendency to stand to close, talk too quietly in your ear, sometimes putting a sly hand too low on your hip. He's always been so touchy, nowadays you barely register it.

• If you're already dating, he uses the tiny checkup rooms to his advantage. The security cameras sight was easy to dodge, he loves backing you into a corner, making out with you on the job, coping a feel of your chest and getting you so desperate for him. He loves to tease you and pull away, washing off his hands and getting ready for the next patient while you're stuck suffering

• Is not scared of getting caught. He knows how to sneak around, but he loves to tease you about it, whispering about how dirty you are for letting him take advantage of you at work, about how just anyone could come in and find you pinned underneath him with your pants down. Hasn't gotten caught yet

• I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CALL IT. IT'S THE CHAIR TABLE THING YOU SIT ON IN THE ROOM, IT LOOKS LIKE THIS BUT THE NAME ESCAPES ME

You fuck on this

#tooru jojo #tooru x reader #spicy posts #yandere posting #idk they're very soft yandere but I'm using it just in case #jjba headcanons #jojolion #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jjba x reader

[wh0rephobic]

im in class rn and all i can think about is teacher william slamming me against his desk and fucking me as if there's no tomorrow :(((

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i’ve been having AWFUL teacher!will brainrot recently 😭😭💔

i love the idea of being with him in his classroom during his office hours, being bent over your own desk by him ans having your pants pulled down to your thighs, letting him have his way with you.

he’s stressed, for whatever reason, and who are you not to help him release it and take it all out on you? your hot cunt swallows him as he pounds into you, crying out into the empty classroom as you feel bruises forming in his fervent grip on your hips.

“such a good little slut for me, huh?” he growls out, looking down on your squirming body. “y-you know, i barely have any time to myself anymore. i’m always grading your work or helping one of your classmates with an assignment… it’s a good thing that i have you around to ngh—use, a-and satisfy all ‘f my filthy needs.”

his words make your back arch, pushing your ass back into him and making your eyes water when you manage to get him to ram against that perfect spot inside of you. you can only drink in his voice like whisky and get drunk on what he’s doing to you, whining and gasping so pathetically.

william continues, despite his panting. “yeah… that’s right, you dirty thing. you need to stop staring at me during my lectures, love. it’s getting harder and harder to hide my erection whenever you start to undress me with your eyes, begging me to bend you over and use you just like i am now.”

waves of heat roll through your body, swelling in your stomach as he continues to push his cockhead against your cervix at a pace so fast that it makes your legs weak below you, shaking to hold yourself up properly on the desk. you need to reach up and grip the edge of the desk for stability when your eyes begin rolling and you start to lose control. william however is very quick to let go of your hip to reach in front of you, swiftly picking up both wrists in one hand and twisting them behind your back to effectively pin you down. he smirks at the long whine you let out, feeling you struggle in his grip before caving and just trying to grip tightly onto his own hand for safety.

“william..!” you sob against the desk.

a hot breath can suddenly be felt panting into your ear as william leans down over you, “no, no—none of that, you call me sir.”

you can’t help but tighten around him as his whispers send shocks right down to your clit, pushing you closer and closer. “sir, s-sir—!”

“that’s right,” he growls, dipping down further to nip at the skin below your jaw, “you address me with respect, little one.”

your eyes close tight, feeling your pussy throb around his hard dick, still pistoning in and out of you as you keep moaning out for him.

“sir, s—fuck!! sir, i-i think ‘m gonna cum..!” you whine pathetically, having been completely reduced to putty in his hands for him to play with.

“then do it.” he commands in a growl against your neck, standing back up to full height to watch you twitch with your orgasm, high-pitched yelps of pleasure bouncing off the classroom walls as he can’t help but watch you with a smile, knowing damn well he is nowhere near finishing.

#🍒 — let’s talk! #🍒 — william afton #🍄 #william afton smut

[tennessoui]

Just saw a post about the Jedi selling calendars with (mostly) naked pictures (you know, like firefighter calendars or Les Dieux du Stade) to make money after the war and uuuuuuuh, thoughts ? (Or a ficlet, I’m not picky 😜)

(Fun fact: I’m asexual and don’t care at all for naked people, but I am obsessed with the idea of naked jedi lol (that’s the Star Wars brainrot I guess))

Ooo ok so the Jedi need money and also to enhance their public image post war because although they won and revealed the Sith to be behind it all, Palpatine was still able to spread some pretty negative Jedi rumors

So obviously the choice is several different types of calendars for every sort of person, ranging from cute animal companion pictures (the general Kenobi and Boga, for instance, Kit Fisto and fishes), to daily life around the Temple pictures, to young knights on their first mission pictures, and then finally. Someone suggests a “tastefully nude” calendar

When Anakin isn’t asked to sit for this one, he’s offended and (like Palpatine taught him) certain that this is because the Jedi Council doesn’t like or respect him and doesn’t even see him as a real Jedi

So he brings it up because he knows these feelings shouldn’t be ignored or else they’ll fester and last time that almost led to the end of the Republic, so you know. Fool me once, etc etc

But Obi-Wan is quick to say that he’s got the complete wrong idea and that it might actually be Obi-Wan’s fault that Anakin wasn’t asked—he’d thought Anakin wouldn’t want to sell his body like that, not even in a fun way given his past as someone’s property in order for them to make money , and the council had agreed quickly after that.

And anakin is really very touched especially when Obi-Wan tells him he’s not sitting for any photos either 🥺

That is, until the calendar comes out and there’s his dirty rotten liar of a master as Mr. Star Wars July

(“Technically I didn’t sit for it,” Obi-Wan says in an attempt to ward off his anger with both hands raised. Anakin is definitely angry because every time he looks down at Mr. July and sees nude Obi-Wan, he’s torn between arousal and anger and anger is easier to deal with. “Look at the hair, dear one—“ (which patch of hair???) “they already just had that somewhere, probably got it off the holonet, you were still my padawan when that was taken.”)

(As far as defenses go, it’s pretty weak. Anakin hangs the calendar in their quarters but it’s always on Mr. Star Wars July)

#they’re probably also like ‘wait where was I when you were doing sexy photo shoots for fun’ #’oh I don’t know perhaps with your friend Palpatine?’ #asks

[poetryandfluffycats]

🦎anon BACK with more brainrot exceot this time it isnt mao but its rei because you would think he would be talked about more than he actually is! (gn!reader below)

imagine youre ritsu + maos childhood friend and with being friends with them for so long of course youve met their families, including your self-proclaimed vampire friend’s hot older brother. i imagine having the biggest crush on him that mao picks up pretty quick but ritsus kinda in denial of, but has an idea. rei probably also knows, somehow. you never try anything with him though, out of respect of your friend and knowing his relationship with his brother. but that is until youre all having a sleepover at the sakuma residence and ritsu and mao are sleeping but you just cant drift off, so you go downstairs to grab a glass of water whilst still in your pajamas. down there you run into rei who finds you extremely hot with your tiny little shorts and old sleeping t-shirt. taking advantage of the fact that you like him, he lures yoy into his room where he absolutely ravishes you. youve probably came more times rhan you can even count on your hands, your body is limp and all you can do is take his big dick fucking you deep inside. you want to scream out but he has a hand covering your mouth, muffling your whimpers of his name. imagine all the hickeys and bite marks he’ll leave behind on your lower collarbone and chest too. i can imagine him whispering such degrading things in your ears too.. “you’re such a dirty bitch, getting off to my cock with my brother sleeping in the other room” “who wouldve thought my baby brothers friend would be such a slut for my cock” “stay quiet, you wouldnt want to wake everybody up, huh?”. afterwards he probably brings you a cup of water (you had left yours downstairs) and makes sure youve found a comfortable place to sleep with mao and ritsu in his bed (on a separate note: REAL BEST FRIENDS SHARE THE BED NO MATTER THE GENDER!!!) and goes on with his life. the next morning mao is lookingg at you and rei like 😟 and ritsu is like ??. oopsies!

sorry for writing a whole fanfic in your inbox , hope u enjoy tho !!!

rei my pookie wookie 🥺 dude isn't talked about enough i fear, whole reason I got really into enstars was because of big titty vampire man.

this ignited something within me Istg. the whole "sneaking around with your best friends older brother" thingy already appeals to me but with rei? yeah am creaming. he comes up behind you the next morning whilst mao and ritsu aren't looking, grabbing your ass and grazing his teeth on your neck, reminding you of the dirty activities you had engaged in with him and making you all hot and bothered again 🤭

might have to sneak off to do smth about that....

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #rei sakuma x reader #rei sakuma #undead enstars #undead x reader

[himbos-hotline]

To you I'm just a man [to me you're all I am]

Context: Hangman does pottery and reflects on his relationship with Kenny after all out while alone on his family farm. Hangman has issues and talks to a horse instead of a therapist. Takes place after the match against FTR in 2020. Word count: 7165 words Characters: "Hangman" Adam Page, Kenny Omega, the Jackson brothers. Mentions of Beth Pheonix [She's adam coles mother in a kid AU my big sibling and I are writing- kinda- but yeah. This could be seen as a spin off of that universe. I dont fuckin know.] Kaden the Horse, authors note: I have brainrot...I need mental help. But we all been knew. Triggers: suicide mention, self harm, breakups, A quick mention of parent death. Tiny mention of smut but no actual fucking. I think thats about it. Yeh... AO3

"I'll catch you." and Adam believed him. His voice is calm and heavy with gasping breaths and promise dances across the three simple words. And so he trusts him, he jumps and surrenders himself over to the glorious freefall of love and when Kenny whispers it in his ear again it's cold. It smacks him back into reality and he lays against the concrete of realness feeling betrayed and tricked.

He fell like a suicidal stranger and landed in the emptily cold arms of a man who peiced his shattered heart together again.

He tries not to think about it while he kneads the tough clay between his clammy hands, feeling it weave between his fingers. His knuckles are bruised and the small cuts sting as clay clings itself to his fingers. He had taken pottery up as a child, finding it easier to bury his hands into the dirty water instead of letting them shake by his sides as he stumbled uselessly over his words. His mother had smiled as he dug his chubby fingers into the clay and left behind small half moons and misplaced thumbprints. Somewhere in his distant memory, he remembers sitting on the floor of the old family farm, watching the small mugs harden in the oven, cheap paint cracking in a way that seems almost human.

The wheel in front of him creaks and a small, childish smile paints itself across Adam's face as he places the kneaded clay down and digs his nails into the familiarity of it all. Sitting in his old kitchen, the sound of farm animals outside the open window and the smell of clay and pottery paint scalding his nostrils with every steady intake of air. His mind drifts while he works, brushing his thumb over the rim of a mug. It leaves behind a dent and it makes Adam frown, his lips pressed into a tight grimace of understanding.

Everything he makes is broken. There's messy rims on plates with holes in and mugs where their handles sag somewhat off to the side. He leaves behind parts of himself in his creations. Useless creations made by a broken man who is cursed to always be alone. The last bird in the nest, watching fearfully as his friends fly away, leaving him empty and nervously alone; never to be remembered. Never to be missed. The water is cold against his fingers as he plunges them in to soften the clay more. Watered down clay splashes against his face and he narrows his eyes, ignoring the feeling of realness it gives him as he works. His fingers shift too heavily and his creation comes tumbling down like a shattered mirror and without thinking he slams his fists against the broken mixture. Clay sprays everywhere and as he leans his forehead against his fists, he can hear his mothers voice humming distantly in the back of his head.

“Adam, sweetheart, it's okay to make mistakes.” His mother tells him in his mind, kneeling in front of him and using her fingers to part blond hair away from his face. Slowly he raises his eyes and blinks slowly, wishing that his mother was here to hold his face in her hands, to tell him that he’s still her little cowboy. That he's not a failure. He smiles at his mothers pride in him and sighs. Beth was a mother who saw the best in her son, the one person who believed that he was good. That betrayal wasn’t weaved into his soul. He wishes he could believe the voice now as he stretches sore arms and swallows the taste of tears back down into his stomach.

He gathers the broken bits of clay and presses them together, making a wet ball in his hands before standing up and tossing the clay into the nearest trash can. “Destined to fail this time huh?” He muses, talking to nobody in particular. Maybe to himself, maybe to the discontinued idea for an artwork that sits melting over takeaway containers and beer bottles.

Failure is a part of him, weaved so deeply into his existence that it paints a dark cloud across every relationship he makes. Every friendship falls through his fingers like the sands of time and no matter how tightly he tries to cling onto the good moments eventually they disappear. Melting away like the last remains of winter as the sun rises again to kiss the earth. Adam fails, he sits and lets his emotions control his mind, blood drips itself slowly down his arm and in his blood, Adam tells a story. He tells a story of a man too good to be forgotten but too evil, too foolishly shattered to be remembered.

People want to remember him. That’s what Kenny told him the last time they spoke. He had on the kitchen counter, rolling one of the mugs Hangman had made in school. Tracing broken nails across the messy text of ‘best mom’. “What's with the fingerprint?” He had asked with a softness in his voice that made Page feel warm in his stomach.

“I leave a part of myself in everything I do.” He places his arm around Kenny’s middle and lays his head against his shoulder. “Ma used to like hearts so I made one with my fingerprint.” His nail traces over the whorls and there's a distant gleam to his eyes that makes Kenny smile and bury his lips into the curls of his hair.

“When mom died, she kept everything the way it was. So part of me lived on as people moved in and out of this place- family mostly. They would always pick up the mugs and talk about how small whoever made the mug hands was back then or how it looked; innocent and brilliant and strangely real.” Hangman keeps his eyes closed as he talks, thumb running itself over Kenny’s wrist. “I was some kind of anonymous artist.”

Kenny takes his chin in his hand, calloused fingertips digging gently into the scruff of his beard. “Hanger, Lover boy. Everyone should know you. You're talented and smart and outstanding in the ring. You are good Adam, and I love you..” His words are painted with a truth and slowly Adam opens his eyes and leans his lips against Kenny’s too stunned to form sentences, that tells Kenny just how wrong he is, how his heart had clouded his mind.

Adam sighs, the taste of Kenny’s words buzzing distantly on his lips and if he leans his head against the window, he can almost feel the other man's eyes boring into his neck as he washes the clay out from under his nails. But Kenny isn’t watching him, he's alone with nothing but sheep and horses to watch him as emotions brew behind cloudy eyes. He had fought against Kenny and the two of them have merged together, falling for each other the way someone falls for a favorite song, quick enough that the first few beats send their brain into a cloudy euphoria that sends time spiraling into obscurity. They lay against each other the night they won the tag tiles, pupils dilated with joy. Kenny leaned closer and he couldn't control himself. Adam leans closer and tastes the last stray strands of mint on his breath that he gasped into his parted lips. The two of them merge and shift like their two lost halves finally finding each other again and Adam becomes addicted to the way his name sounds on Kenny’s moans.

The suddenly scalding water against his hands pushes the memories to the back of Adam’s mind as he pulls his hands back and groans as pain rushes against his arm. All out had taken too much out of his body and two days later, he’s still suffering the effects; sore, tired muscles and a headache that he cannot seem to shake. It reminds him that history has once again repeated itself.

He had been left laying on the ground, blood and sweat mixing against the dirty ring mat. It was always the same. Adam was always the one who is left alone as darkness creeps in, brushing its cold, dead hands across the pulsepoint of his neck, puppeting him until he’s sitting alone at a bar, staring down at the bar through a half empty glass of whiskey, its smokey woodness a bitter sickness on his tongue.

It had happened with the Elite more times than Page could count and it's always the same tale that he could tell strangers it; they leave him laying in the dust and color him in with disgusted looks and heavy sighs and he pretends to be okay until he gives in and calls Matt, begging them to be friends against and eventually Matt gives in and smooths his racing mind until he’s smiling. The Elite break him over and over again, handing him his heart back in shattered sections and Adam sits, alone and confused, putting the bits back together, licking at the blood that drips steadily from his fingers as he mends the fractured friendships. The Dark Order are better but they do the same but they're kinder. They sit him down and tell him about his issues.

Issues that he stares at in the bathroom mirror. Issues that date back to the incurable sickness that dates back to the Bullet Club. A poison that drips into each of its members and never leaves their bloodstreams. No matter how much is spilled, it clings to the inside of peoples arteries until it kills their bodies, their careers and then they move on to another broken minded individual. Adam Page’s connection with the Bullet Club lies dormant until it digs its venom smudged fangs into his mind and he messes up again. He fucks up enough that he looses everything. He comes so close and then tumbles through the sky like Icraus, screaming helplessly as his wax wings melt and he once again tumbles trapped in bottles of whiskey and darkness.

“Adam c’mon you're better than this.” He reminds himself as he climbs the stairs and falls face first into bed. It complains under the sudden weight and he takes a slow breath counting the seconds that fall as he breaths. His dirty jeans itch against his legs and he knows he should change, but emotional exhaustion brings sleep to the forefront of his brain, eyes suddenly heavy in the darkness. Adam rolls over, hair brushes against his face and buries his nose into his pillows.

He’s back in the ring, sweat coating a second skin against his stinging flesh and guilty tears put pressure behind his nose that makes him want to yelp. His legs are trembling under his wrestling gear, why can’t he stand? He wants to cry but when he opens his mouth and blinks his eyes, nothing comes out. The world blurs as he moves, kneeling in the middle of the ring, whimpering. There’s a heavy sigh and the sound of angry footsteps that make the ringmat shake and it makes his eyes snap upwards, pupils tight and constricted. “Kenny-?” He gasps out his name like it's holy water falling onto his lips and he begs Kenny to look at him. Page raises his hand helplessly and Kenny’s eyes chill to an icy emptiness that makes Hangman's blood run cold in his veins.

Kenny holds a table above his head, the thick wood and heavy metal legs clinting like a dagger in the arena lights. Hangman rocks forward, shaking legs screaming and he grabs onto Kennys leg. Kenny steps away like Adam has burned him and he raises the table Adam feels it connects against his skull. Screaming in pain he rocks backwards onto his ankles. He feels like he's falling and while he yells, the world falls away from him like the tumbling of dying rose petals. The room falls dark and in the silence Adam feels hands, hands brushing against his throbbing head, cold and innocent as fingers wrap around his hair. A pair of lips brush against his neck and it takes all his remaining strength not to gasp at the surprise. It’s calm and more hands join, pressing down against his burning skin, soothing the blooming bruises and allowing his blood to weave itself around their fingers. It's only when he hears a voice, empty, soulless and distant, does color snap into the world.

He’s sitting in the corner of the elite's locker room, lips sewn together and chest dripping blood. He raises a hand and feels around his bloodstained shirt, his heart lays empty and pulsing on his lap and Adam feels sick, vomit burning his throat. “Adam is so fucking annoying.” Kenny complains with a sigh, not looking up from his switch. The Bucks nod in agreement and chuckle when Kenny shifts to lay upside down.

“He’s always so-” Nick starts waving his hand as he walks, trying to pick the right word out from. His eyes shine with anger as he spits out. “Anxious. Childish.”

“Hes so fucking useless.” Matt mumbles from the floor behind the couch. He has an ice pack laying across his face and Hangman leans forwards, fighting to open his mouth. They’re his friends. They don’t mean that. Do they?

“I can't believe I actually dated him.” Kenny seems to be recoiling, laughing at their time together where their hearts beat as one continuous tune. He presses his eyebrows together and glares at the direction where Hangman is sitting but his eyes look past him, almost like he doesn't exist. “I told him he mattered, that he’s something more than just some poser with an anxiety disorder.”

There's a collection of laughter and Adam thrashes against the sudden restraints that had wrapped themselves around his wrists, digging heavy and painfully into the already scuffed skin. “It would be better if he didn't even exist. He brings nothing to the world. He should just die, save us all the trouble of fucking dealing with him. It's not like anyone would miss him.”

Kennys words stab his chest like darts. They carve his chest open and Adam screams against his stitched up lips, the sound echoing only in his own mouth. Darkness swirls like cigarette smoke around the corner of his eyes and it's only when the pounding of his separated heart echoes in his ears does Adam sit up, chest heaving and eyes red.

Fearful eyes dart around the sunrise-lit room. It’s not some random hotel room or some stranger's bedroom. It's the same that he’s always been in since he was seven. There’s dirt on the windows, childish handprints and feathers that seemingly clung to his clothes after he came out from the chicken coup, and the sound of his childhood alarm clock ticking on the desk at the opposite end of the room. Adam takes a calming breath and scrubs his fists against his wet face before allowing a trembling hand to reach out and grab his phoneHe presses the power button and it blares into light.

It stings his eyes but at least now he has a reasonable excuse for his tears. He blinks down at his lockscreen and sighs softly, at the time. “Four twenty three.” He grumbles and pulls his pillow over his head. It’s too early to go through his chores on the farm but late enough that going back to sleep means missing his flight. Stubbornly, Adam shifts his legs out from under the covers and pulls his upper body up, squinting as he stares into the sunrise. The nightmare still rings, heavy and raw in the front of his mind, snippets sprint past his eyes whenever he closes them and as he passes the bathroom mirror. He raises his shirt and traces shaking fingers across his chest and sighs in relief when he feels his racing heart pounding under his ribs.

Adam needs to shower. He strips, stopping once again to make sure that the scars on his chest are old, faded into his skin like a bullet hidden in a tree. He reaches out and turns on the water, smiling slightly as the shower creaks into working and for a few seconds the shower runs cold, its old pipes warming up inside the walls of the old farmhouse.

It seems to take forever but finally the water warms up and he steps inside, sighing as the water drums against his skull, sticking his hair to his face. He feels the last wisps of sleep soak away as the water pounds against his shoulders and it sucks the pain out from his bones. With closed eyes and awkwardly controlled breathing he washes his hair and runs a sponge across his tired limbs. The farm crackles to life outside the window and in some distant part of his mind he remembers his mother placing him on the back of the tractor, nestled on hay bails to go and feed the horses. He’d stand on the fence and squeal as horses pressed their nose into the curve of his small hands.

He remembers the ducklings that would follow him, falling over themselves when he stops suddenly. He remembers his mothers soft voice as she fed the pigs, patting them roughly on their behinds. The sound echoes in his mind and soon the nostalgia falls away, the sound of skin connecting with skin starts to sound disastrously more human. Flashes of his nightmare splints through his mind, pinning his closed eyes shut. He sees Kenny rising the table, He spots himself ,sore and tired, kneeling at the feet of a false prophet who he had fought beside. Voices loop around his head and they feel like they're draping nooses around his neck, pressing against his pulse points until his heart swims, frantic and drowning, in his ears.

He knows what's happening. He knows the signs of a panic attack and despite the pain that tightens his chest, Adam knows what to do. He knows that he should open his eyes and focus on his breathing. In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. The same looping pattern until the hands of panic release their grip. But he just can't. His chest feels like it's going to explode if he took too deep of a breath in. His legs tremble under him and he collapses to the bathroom floor with a thud that echoes around him.

Blunt nails dig into the wet skin of his scalp, shaking fingers carving rivets between his hair. Adam grits his teeth and curls into a ball under the warm water, tears running down his face and down the drain. He feels like a silhouette in his own existence when panic attacks happen. They suck the existence from his bones and leave him an empty husk, desperately clinging to any form of humanity. His chest heaves and his mouth runs dry as he sobs. Allowing the tremors to wrack his frame until the shower runs cold before stopping enterly.

He’s not sure how long he stays curled up on the floor, head pressed between his knees and fingers tugging at his hair, goosebumps coat his skin and Adam can do nothing but release a stuttering sigh, his brain works in staccato beats, angry jerks that force his legs out flat in front of him and his fingers digging anxiously into the flesh of his lower arm.

It's inevitable that he would end up like this. His hand shakes against his skin, clawing away at the meat until there's angry red marks that stare up at him like the eyes of a judgemental parent. The pain is normally enough to remind him that he is real and that the panic that feels like it's ripping his very being to pieces is temporary. But it's not this time. His nails dig deeper into the wound and soon there's the feeling of blood under his nails and angry red splotches staring up at him, dark and resentful against the blue floor. Pin-pricked eyes glance around the bathroom, he’s slow, almost cautious as he presses his hand against the wound, grip soft at first until a small voice tells him to squeeze and his grip tightens.

Blood pulses and runs down his arm like rain down a window and for a few seconds, startled and dissociated, Adam can do nothing but watch it as it falls between his fingers and merge into the small puddles of water that sits around him. It takes moments for the wounds to clot, blood stopping and Adam blinks as he forces his fingers to bend. Bloodstained fingers reach up to the shower and press the on button again.

Cold water hits skin and he sits on the floor, holding his arm out like a child who fell off his bike. The water runs pink and then clear and finally Hangman can manage to stagger to his feet and grab a towel. The claw marks sting distantly and stubbornly as he dresses, a constant reminder that he had failed. That he had broken and fell back into the same stupid habit of hurting himself. Because he always has to be the victim. If he’s not the one bleeding, people can’t feel sorry for him and that's all he wants right? He wants people to stare at him with pity in their eyes and apologies that bubble off their lips and float around his head like butterflies.

If he is not the victim then he is useless. Some stupid kid whose too anxious to be a good friend. Someone who, like Kenny said, would be better off dead than clogging up another space in the roster, on the earth.

He swallows and pulls a shirt over his head and lets it fall against his damp chest. Still wet hair sticks to the back of his neck, fluffing as it dries and he's quick to tug it into a ponytail as he squirms into yesterday's jeans. Bare feet and off kitler, Adam opens the curtain and presses his forehead against the frosted glass, it's cold and there and his entire world lays untouched and waiting for him. Through split lips, he breathes a chuckle. It's not a happy sound- it's a wear sound that's borderlining on tears. “At least someone needs ya Hangman huh?”

He pulls on his boots and rolls his neck before opening the door and resigning himself back to his animals. The things that can only hurt him once. Kenny can touch his wrestling career all he wants. Their souls can weave together to build a tapestry that will stand the test of time. But Adam can sit beside the duck pond and listen to the sounds of new life. The world can reclaim him slowly and the animals that sit and watch it happen, can remember him silently.

He’s leaning against the gate to the horse paddock when he next remembers Kenny. It's a quick flash of a memory. The sunlight dancing across his bare back as he hides his face in a pillow. Adam remembers the guilt that seemed to dance in the corner of Kenny’s eyes whenever he would look at Adam, he remembers how good it felt that he was to be loved. That someone needed him. He tries to lean into the memory, fingers reaching out to stroke down Kenny’s spine. He jolts back into the real world when he pokes something soft and tough. “Sorry Kaden.” He whispers sheepishly, patting the horse on the nose. “’M a million miles away.”

Kaden raises his head against his hand and Hangman chuckles. “I know I know. I won’t be away for long. And you and the other guys will have great aunt Mary to look after you guys.” When the horse sighs, Adam leans forward and lays his forehead against its dark brown fur. “I won’t be away for long. Kenny will make sure of that.” The horse seems to neigh in reply, small and quiet and awkward. “Kenny and I ain’t friends at the moment. I lost and he has the right to be angry.” His eyebrows screwed up together as if he had tasted something sour. Kaden bows his head and Hangman takes that as a sign to keep talking. “But people win and lose matches we were…close.” There's a dusting of a blush that grows across the apples of his cheeks and he sighs. “But now he won't talk to me. And I understand why but Kenny was the one that stormed out of the arena! He was the one who left the Bucks behind and I get that the Bucks and I ain't as close as we use’ta be but-” The horse makes a sound and Hangman takes it as a reminder to take a breath. And that's what he does. Closes his eyes and draws a heavy breath of farm air.

“I just wish I was a better friend y’know Kaden?” He asks, blinking confused. “I’m talkin to a horse. What the hell is wrong with me?” He seems to laugh at himself, jolting against the metal bars of the fence when he gets a text from his aunt. She’s standing on the doorstep and the cab that Hangman had called had been sitting outside for the past five minutes. “It’ll all be okay won’t it..” He promises, maybe to himself or maybe to the horse who winnies and trots over to the other side of the field to chew rhythmically at the hay Adam had put up moments ago. His boots click against the stone path as he jogs back into the house and grabs his bags.

“Adam be careful out there honey, call me after you finish work.” His aunt tells him, placing her hand in the small of his back. “Oh Adam. Before you go.” She calls from inside the house when Hangman has closed the car door halfway. There’s a seriousness to her voice and he holds the heavy door at arms length and raises an eyebrow to prompt her to continue. “We’re all so very prouda you.”

A twinge of pride blossoms in Hanger's chest, growing like the first wildflower after winter and he nods awkwardly before closing the door and melting against the leather seats of the cab. The driver only speaks to ask what time his flight is and nods when Adam tells him it's in five hours but he wants to get to the airport early. The car trundles up through countryside roads and slowly merges into the bustling traffic of the city. The sudden change of air condition that floats through the open window makes Hangman cough slightly, lowering his mask to give the driver an apologetic smile. He nods, raising a gloved hand as an acceptance and settled in the fact that Adam hadn’t screwed up a minor social interaction, he puts his mask back on and relaxes against the seats again, accepting the comfortably numb feeling that floods over his body. He brushes his fingers over where the wounds are, pressing the curve of his knuckles into them slightly, and gives a comfortable sigh when pain tingles through his system again.

The flight happens with minor turbulence and when the wheels touch down on the tarmac, Adam is one of the first people to get off. The idea of being on a flight had always set him on edge but after recent events he just wanted to get to his hotel and lay down for a few moments before the car came to pick him up to take him to the arena. The line for security rolls slowly and Adam picks anxiously at the skin of his thumb as he waits for his things after being scanned. A few people ask him for autographs and he is happy to comply. Children stare at him with acceptance in their eyes and Hangman can’t help but smile and lean down to ruffle their hair.

He’s leaning against the banister of the escalator when a familiar face catches his eye from the crowd. There’s suddenly a bad taste in Adam’s mouth, the kind of taste people get just before they throw up. Bile bubbles up his throat and Adam swallows it down before spitting out. “Nick?”

Nick looks up from his phone and raises his hand awkwardly at the other man, stepping forward to place a hand on his suitcase. “Hey.” His voice is dull, rough with disuse and anxiety. “I’m sorry about Sunday.'' Even from behind his mask, ADam can tell that hes chewing awkwardly on his bottom lip. He shrugs, waving a hand noncomuicationally. “No Kenny was a real dick.”

“I deserved it.” Adam whispers, the words getting lost in the roar of travelers. Nick tilts his head to the side confused, eyes mimicking those Adam used to see on the old family sheepdog. “I should have fought harder.” He states louder, simpler. Nick just shakes his head and wraps his hand around the handle of Adam’s luggage and walks off. Blinking for a few seconds in confusion, Adam registers that he suddenly doesn't have his luggage and jogs to catch up with Nick, placing his hand in the middle of his spine when catches up with him. It’s a friendly gesture that Adam does out of routine. It’s an accident but one that Nick seems not to mind. He pauses in front of a car and opens the door.

“D’ya want me to push you into the car or what?” He snaps, an aura of playfulness flowing in his eyes. Hangman manages an awkward smile and slowly lowers himself into the back of the car. He stares down at his trembling hands, confusion painting itself clear across his face. There’s a breeze from the open window and Adam pulls his mask off, itching at his cheeks and face.

By the time Nick packs his luggage in the trunk of the car, Hanger is officially confused. They weren't friends so why was Nick here to pick him up? Was he in some kind of danger? A small part of his brain yells at him to look around and so he does, using the car's rear view mirror to look into the back seats. He’s so hyper focused on making sure that he's the only one in the car, he almost forgets that Nick exists and it's only when he slams the driver's side door closed does Adam flinch and allow his eyes to snap toward to stare out the window. “Why are you picking me up?” He blurts out about halfway into the ride to the arena.

Nick seems to wince at the question, lips pressing into a bitter line of thought before going. “You gotta make up with Kenny.”

Adam starts to itch at his arm through his shirt sleeve, catching Nick's eyes in the mirror when they reach a red light.

“He’s been a real asshole, yknow.” The light turns green and the other man focuses his eyes on the road again. The car is eerily silent for a few seconds before Nick continues. “He’s getting pissed at the smallest things and if he's not swearing his damn head off he’s quiet and pouting at his phone like he's expecting someone to call. Its stressful and-”

“What do you want me to do?” Hangman snaps, using his nails to unbutton his shirt sleeve, he needs to feel his nails agianst his skin, warm and clammy and real. He needs to remind himself that he exists in the back of a rental car with someone who he used to continue a friend. A friend that left him alone and awkward and bitter.

“Fix. it.” Nick snaps back, his grip knuckle white against the steering wheel. There’s a few tense seconds before both men exhale, the sheer comedic timing of it making them both flash a toothy half grin as they pull into the hotel room parking lot. “We don't care how Hangy, but fix it. It's upsetting people, it's hurting people.”

His head sags slightly as he gets out of the car and Nick’s words ring in Adam’s ears. He’s hurting people and that's the last thing he wanted to do with his arguments with Kenny. Sure, he wanted to hurt Kenny. There were times in his life where he would dream of Kenny’s blood decorating the ring like a Jackson Pollock painting. But this wasn’t one of those times. His fatigued brain wanted nothing more than to just crawl into his arms and listen to the sound of Kenny’s heartbeat washing over him like foaming sea waves. “I never meant to hurt anyone.” Adam promises when he squirms out of the car and follows Nick into the hotel lobby.

It's unremarkably quiet and the lack of people settles Adam’s anxiety to a small glowing ball in his stomach. He gathers his keycard and clings to it as he wheels his suitcase into the elevator. He raises his arm, pushing strands of blond hair off his face. Nick reaches out and takes his wrist, twisting his arm over. “What are you doing?” Adam asks, snatching his arm away and tugging the sleeve over his hand.

“Are you.” Nick doesn;t know how to approach the question. They’re not exactly as close as they used to be. But the dark red marks that stared at him when Adam lifted his arm made his stomach still, heavy at the bottom of his feet. “Are you hurting yourself Adam?”

There's an indignant splutter that doesn’t stop when the elevator dings and the doors open. “No, of course not. I'm not that kid anymore.” Lies drip off Adam's tongue easily but he can't bring himself to look Nick in the eye. He’s staring at him with pity in his dark eyes and despite Adams normal so-thought desire that he liked people looking at him like that, it makes him feel nauseous and dizzy. His legs tremble under his clay stained jeans like they did in the shower and he pushes his fist into the meat of his calf when Nick isn't looking.

They don’t talk about that topic again. Not until that night where Adam is clinging his arm close to his chest, standing on the doorstep to the Young Bucks locker room. Matt opens the door and makes a startled sound and quickly pulls Adam in by a scrap of his shirt that isn't stained crimson.

“What the fuck happened!?” He asks, dropping Hanger onto the couch like he was a pile of dirty clothes. The brothers look at each other with wide eyes that flicker as if the two of them are talking.

“I-Do-n’t-I cant…I can't-” He rocks forward, pressing his temples to his knees. His body shakes so badly that Matt kneels in front of him, using his arms to stabilize Adam on the couch so he doesnt fall off. “Help-” Adam begs weakly, tears mixing with blood on his face. Nick strokes his hair like he was stroking a cat before nodding at his brother and leaving the locker room.

“Lemme see. Lemmme see. It's okay. Shh.” Matt coos, resting his hand over Adam’s. His fingers worm into his palm and gently pulls the locked joints loose, massaging until Hangman’s hand hangs loosely and blood stained in his smaller one. “Oh Adam. what was it?”

There’s beats of silence. Adam looking at the floor or the ceiling and Matt gently pressing a cloth from his open suitcase against his arm before he can manage to look him in the eyes and whisper “razor.”

The younger man sighs and wipes the blood off his arm. “You’ll just need some bandaids. There in my other bag. I’m still gonna be right here. I’m not leaving, I promise you.”

The nod that Hangman gives is a sharp and curt twist of his neck and Matt is slow to release his hand. “It's okay, it's gonna be okay I promise.” He continues to whisper as he makes his way across the room. Adam listens to the sound of his ring boots against the carpeted floor and uses them as a beat for his breathing. Breath in on the left, breath out on the right. Matt returns and gently cups Page’s chin in his hand before holding up the bandaids, they are brown and the box is dented from overuse. Slowly, Adam stretches out his arm again and shows Matt the wounds.

There's three identical cuts across his left trice. Long and red and stinging. Matt pokes them curiously, making sure that none of them need to be stitched up before carefully smoothing bandaids across his skin. Adam feels like he's being coddled but when Matt cups his cheek again, he tilts his hand in relishing in the touch of another human being.

The door behind them clicks open and Matt steps away, grabbing his brother and pulling him away before Nick has the chance to open his mouth. The door clicks closed and Adam falls against the back of the couch, curling his knees into his chest and pressing his forehead against his jeans. His body pounds are dissociated and fatigued and he almost doesn't register the feeling of someone else being in the room until someone coughs, an awkward sound that makes Hangman jolt his head up.

“Kenny?”

Kenny smiles, the corner of his lips tugging awkwardly into what feels like a fake grin. Almost like he wanted to be anywhere else that staring at Adam, curled up on his former friend's couch looking a mess. “Hey.” Even his voice is stunted and awkward, rough and sharp and disappointed.

Adam stretches his fingers out carefully before they snap back into a fist. Kenny isn’t his to touch anymore, he isn’t Adams to love anymore. Feeling like he's been punched, Adam curls deeper into his knees and through the gap in his legs, watches as Kenny’s shoes take a step closer. The springs groan under the sudden added weight of Kenny next to him and Adam slumps slightly, head knocking softly against the join of the couch cushions.

He watches the other man from the corner of his eye, keeping a careful glare on the way his shoulders slump and the way his icey eyes focus on a small pile of the Buck’s discarded clothes that sit alone by the door to the locker room. “I’m sorry.” Adam finally mumbles out, so quiet that Kenny has to face him and carefully nudge him to repeat it. “I’m sorry..”

“I know.” Kenny states simply, hands tucked into his lap. His fingers knot together and Hangman watches as the color drains from his knuckles. Slowly he starts to uncurl, pressing his boot souls against the floor firmly. Hangman presses weight into his toes, hoping that the dull sting of pressure that skates its way up and down his legs is enough to keep him focused. His muscles feel tight and shaky under his jeans and Kenny is careful to place a hand against his thigh, thumb spreading out against the curve of his knee. “I know.” He states, voice dimmer. Colder.

Adam watches, sighing as Kenny's thumb massages the anxiety out of his legs. Carefully he rolls his ankles and gently wiggles his fingers. Anything that stops him from asking the question that bubbles onto his tongue so violently that Adam fears that he may throw up. He parts his lips and the question tumbles out.

“Do you still love me?”

Kenny blinks at him, stares into his eyes for a few moments before averting his gaze back down to the floor. Neither man wants to say it. Not out loud. Adam keeps his eyes on Kenny’s face as it cortourtes and his shoulders sag when Kenny barely manages to shake his head. “I can’t.” Adam feels tears press against the gap between his eyes and he presses his knuckles into his cheeks, pushing them away. “..why?” He feels like a child, open-minded and curious at the world.

“Because it's not cute Adam!” Kenny has stood now, stepping away to gaze at Adam on the couch with a look that seems akin to a farmer staring at a dying animal. Part of his mind begs for Kenny to end his suffering, to kick him in the head until his temple explodes like a buckshot.

But all he does is stares at him, with a cold pitty. Adam knows that Kenny is speaking the truth that he's not a partner that people should be proud of, he isn't a prized pony that people should parade around. His shoulders curve and he swallows the tears that threaten to make him look weak, his brain screams for him to dig his nails into the cuts but he knows he’d feel guilty getting blood on the Bucks hardwood floor or over theri couch. So, he keeps his eyes closed and ears open as Kenny continues.

“It's not easy to love people like you. It's draining and hard. You make me feel like my entire soul is being sucked out of my body! I can't love you. I don't love you. I don’t think I ever have. Not honestly. Everything that happened was convenient; a simple stress reliever. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Kenny’s words tumblr out of his mouth like a waterfall and each one stabs Hangman in the chest like venom soaked spears.

“”I’m sorry.” The words are strangled by unshed tears when they drop out of Adam’s mouth and onto the floor. He picks at the stray bits of clay on his jeans and wonders why he’s allowing himself to listen to the words that Kenny is spouting. He doesn't know. A crooked smile spreads across his lips and Hangman wishes that alcohol could dance in his bloodstream, maybe it would make the words sting less. Or maybe he would relate to them more and allow them to soak into his mind until he’s repeating them like a mantra.

With a sigh, Kenny turns his back on Hangman, fingers against the door knob. “I’m sorry but I won't die because of your sadness.” The door clicks open and closed again and once again, Adam is alone.

Maybe, he always will be. And maybe that's okay.

Maybe he will retreat back to his old family farm, cover himself head to toe in scars that sting in a sickly human way and allow himself to lay down by the duck pond and allow the world to reclaim him.

Animals will make homes in between his ribs and Adam will finally be needed.

Be loved in the way he always desired.

Peacefully. Anonymously. Like a forgotten painter whose artwork is displayed in old homes to hide the rotting decay of age and water damage in the walls.

He’ll be remembered like fingerprints in clay and adored like kiln fire; warm, exposing, fixable.

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[yuansie]

the greatest gamble of all

pairing. aventurine x gn! nameless! reader

synopsis. aventurine knows that he is unworthy of love, unworthy of you. because he, aventurine, is a tainted person and kakavasha is but a person with no future for himself. in both of his names, he is unworthy of you.

genres/aus. actually idek what type of au this would fall under saurrr idk what to say ummm friends to something more (?!), romance, pining, angst with a happy ending, smidge of fluff at the end

warnings. slight (or maybe not so slight at all?) spoilers about aventurine's background, mentions of death and murder, very sad and insecure aventurine, crying, slight displays of affection (a neck kiss?!), ooc aventurine ?! (bc im still doing the penacony quest HAHSHAJ)

wc. 1.6k

a/n. me when i only write about aventurine because aventurine is love, aventurine is life. also, i just have some serious brainrot for that man he deserves everything and more i love him sm !!!! also. aventurine this wednesday im SOOOO excited i need him NOW. will be skipping my first class so i can do his trial LMFAO and this NAWT edited !! (when will i ever edit something?? idk. whenever i am not a busy uni kid) the aventurine art was made by @/20231102thu on x (twitter) !!

AVENTURINE IS FULLY AWARE THAT HE ISN'T SOMEONE DESERVING OF, well, anything. he’s just someone that aimlessly wanders this world, not having a set destination. he doesn’t have anything worth living for.  he doesn’t have a home to return to because home means returning to a place filled with warmth and love. 

he does not remember the last time he felt his heart warm up, he’s not even sure if he’s even felt warmth. it is but a distant memory filled with sadness, such sorrow that makes his heart weep without knowing it. though, nowadays, he doesn’t feel like that. there’s just an emptiness in him, but he doesn’t mind it anymore. after the events at penacony, he’s just been… lost.

he hears a door open and slide shut, followed by the sound of footsteps. then, he senses someone standing right next to him as he gazes out the windows of the astral express. you spent a long time convincing the conductor and himeko that aventurine should be a guest, and you finally wore them out with your pleading after a good amount of hours. 

“penny for your thoughts?”

aventurine glances at you. your wounds from the battle are still healing, he notes, given by the bandages that wrap around your forearm and head. sunday will have to meet his fury on another day. “just thinking that this is a nice place.”

you chuckle, “it is, isn’t it?”

all he does is hum in response, still staring out in the vast expanse of space. he likes how the stars look and as his eyes linger on penacony, he wonders if his home looked similar to that. he wouldn't know because he never saw how it looked when he left and never will. his thoughts don’t linger on that much when he instead focuses on the way your fingers brush against his hand. he flinches and stares wide-eyed at how you easily grab onto his hand, a dirty piece of flesh undeserving of the warmth that radiates from your skin and seeps into his own.

“aventurine—”

“kakavasha.”

“hm?” you tilt your head to the side, blinking at him in confusion.

he wants to look away from you, from your eyes. but he wills himself to keep looking and somehow, he ends up gripping onto your hand tightly. you don't complain and instead squeeze back, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“my name is… kakavasha.” aventurine feels his stomach twist and turn at your silence so he continues to speak, “i just thought… that you should know it before it’s completely gone.”

“and why do you say that?”

“it’s a name meant to be forgotten in the sand.”

your response is so quick that it almost gives him whiplash. “no it isn't.”

“excuse me?” he blurts out, surprised that you even said such a thing about him.

“it isn't a name meant to be forgotten in the sand,” you say, a certain calmness in your voice that has aventurine waiting with bated breath at what else you have to say. “it's too pretty to be forgotten and, well, it's your name.” 

and then he feels his face heat up; his ears, neck and cheeks feel like they’re burning up.

“kakavasha,” you hum, smiling, “kava, for short. it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”

it does have a nice ring to it, but only because you're the one saying it. aventurine merely nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. he looks away and stares outside the window, not wanting to look at you anymore because he fears this warm feeling will take over his entire being.

a nice silence blankets over the two of you, one that you break after a while.

“what’s the story behind your name right now? aventurine… why are you called that now?”

“because kakavasha had no future,” he replies, “kakavasha didn’t have a future, he didn’t deserve to live either. who i am now, aventurine, does.”

“kakavasha deserves to live too.” aventurine turns his body to look at you, blinking in surprise. “i don’t know how you got that thought in your head, but kakavasha deserves to live just as much as the person you are now.”

“but aventurine is tainted. this name has too much blood on it, too many sins on it. the person i am now doesn’t deserve to live either. kakavasha should be a name buried in the sands of time while aventurine should be burnt to a crisp for the things i’ve done.”

yes, he is tainted. his body, his everything is tainted. it is marred by an ugly color, a stain of who he was and is, never to be cleaned. aventurine lets go of your hands, worried that you might also get stained by his sins. he should drive you away now before the aching in his small heart decides to cling to you and the warmth you give him. he will tell you his story, tell you about the mark on his neck, tell you how he killed the man that bought him, tell you about how he is a tainted person. he is a tainted person unworthy of you, unworthy of that love you hold.

he may have never experienced love. after all, all of his past relationships were purely physical. no one cared about going deeper beyond his facade, they all just wanted a fun night. so while he has never experienced it, he is no fool. he can recognize that the emotion in your pretty eyes when you look at him is love. you love aventurine, the him who has betrayed and used you and your companions in one way or another on penacony. he doesn’t understand why and maybe he never will because the mere fact that you feel something towards him is so bizarre.

so he should ruin whatever it is that you love about him and tell you the truth, taint your rose-colored view on him. aventurine needs to do it now before his heart tell him not to. he knows his heart is already lovesick, so needy of that bit of love it has received from you. his heart wants to hold on tightly to you and drown in you, drown in those feelings of yours. his tiny heart wants to love you too, it wants to love you just as much as you love him. he wants your everything to consume his entire being.

but after he tells you the truth, you will leave and you will be the first and last person he’s loved. you will be the first and last person to somehow climb over the tall walls he’s built around himself and crack open the facade he’s made.

but what if… what if you stay after everything? what will happen then?

it is that small hope that he ends up clinging to.

if he is blessed gaiathra, if he is lucky, then what if… what if this is his greatest gamble of all? a gamble of love: will he lose you or will you stay?

aventurine has made up his mind despite the rational part in him telling him to not even do it, yet he does. the words flow out of his mouth easily, though his heart weighs heavy in his chest. he expects to you leave, he really does because who would want someone as ugly as him? but the tears that leaves your eyes and roll down your cheeks catches him completely off guard.

“why are you crying?” he asks, his hands reaching out to hold your arms.

your lips quiver and a hand grabs onto one of his while the other reaches out, fingers stopping before they touch his neck. aventurine leans in without thinking and a shiver goes up his spine when your fingertips gently graze the marks on his neck. you rub over the marks, “you didn’t deserve any of that, kakavasha.”

“if i could, i would take this from you and any pain you’ve felt and will feel. i would take away all of the unpleasant memories that plague your mind. for you, i would do anything.” 

his knees buckle at your words and you both tumble down to the ground; he ends up being on top of you. your eyes widen when aventurine’s own tears begin to rain down, some falling onto your cheek.

“why would you say something so cruel to me?” he mutters. “don’t give me false hope. you should leave now before you do it in the future.”

“why should i leave the man that i love?” you purse your lips, your eyebrows furrowing.

aventurine shoves his head into the crook of your neck. “i am undeserving of you. i’m lesser than everyone in all of these galaxies.”

“you are not lesser than everyone,” you grumble, raking your hand through his blond hair. “everyone is the same because at the end of the day, we all want to love and to be loved.”

“i’m afraid i won’t be able to leave you now.” he hears you laugh softly, saying how his eyelashes are tickling you. he decides to get impossibly closer to you and bat his eyelashes more, smiling at the sound of your laughter growing in volume. “you’re stuck with me, so don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

aventurine’s breath gets stuck in his throat. he feels your lips brush against his neck. “i think the one who should be saying that is me… say, promise me you won’t leave?”

“shouldn’t i be saying that?”

“kava, promise me.”

“i promise. will you promise the same thing too?”

“yes, i promise that i won’t leave you.”

kakavasha, a name forgotten in the sand, was dug up and remembered, held in the hands of someone that treats like the most precious thing. kakavasha, who had forgotten how it felt to love and be loved, remembered the feeling because of a single person.

and kakavasha, blessed by gaiathra, won his greatest gamble of all time. he won you and your love, something he will now protect and hold onto tightly.

#drea writes #yuansie #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail fluff #hsr aventurine #hsr angst #honkai star rail angst #aventurine x y/n #aventurine x you #aventurine x reader #aventurine fluff #aventurine imagines #aventurine angst

[spidey-webz]

nomad!steve rogers + thigh riding

warnings: thigh riding (duh), smut, little bit of dirty talk, steve giving reader instructions, steve calling reader a slut, this is just porn, no plot, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: this is just nomad!steve brainrot and i am not sorry at all

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Steve's lips trailed down your chest, his beard leaving red marks all over your body. His tongue brushed over your exposed nipple while his big hands continued to rest on your hips, applying the slightest of pressure to them.

You hadn't seen each other in weeks. Steve was always gone, travelling from one country to another, so you cherished moments like this even more now. Your entire body craved the man, his touches, the sparks he left all over your body...

"I missed you." Steve's voice was even lower than usual, a raspy tone accompanying it. He buried his face between your breasts and your hands found their way into his now slightly longer hair. It looked good on him. You readjusted your position on his lap, feeling his growing cock underneath you. Steve was naked except for his boxers, but he had shed all of your clothes already. The image of your naked body had occupied his mind for days and he couldn't wait to see it right in front of him again. His hands moved upwards, trailing over your waist and briefly squeezing your breasts together before he grabbed your face.

"I missed your body, darling," he whispered and your hips bucked against his in response. A groan left Steve's mouth in response and he closed his eyes for a moment as if gathering himself. He knew that he didn't want to end this too soon and he wanted to see you writhe underneath him. However, he wanted to see your body shake with pleasure, more than just once, so he gently grabbed your hips again.

"Sit down on my thigh." He instructed and you could already predict what he was up to. You just needed friction against your throbbing clit and if that meant riding Steve's big thighs, then you wouldn't hesitate a second. You repositioned again, sitting down on his right thigh this time, but Steve's hands never left your sides.

Your hands stayed in his hair as you leant forward a little, starting to move your hips against him, humping his thigh slowly at first. Steve's eyes widened at the sight alone and he eventually placed his hands behind him on the bed, holding himself up with his arms as he just watched his girlfriend move back and forth on his thigh.

"I can feel how wet you are," he whispered, eyes glued to your body.

You took in the sight in front of you as well. Steve's broad chest, the hair covering his body, his strong arms and his flexing muscles as he held himself up. His leg moved up a little, helping you with your movements and meeting your middle. You planted your hands on his strong chest, nails scraping over his skin as you started to move your hips a little faster.

The friction felt good between your thighs and every little movement of your hips seemed to bring you closer to orgasm. "Steve-"

"Keep going, love. I want you to come from humping my thigh alone." You could only whimper in response, hips moving faster against him and you tilted your head back for a moment. Steve seized the opportunity to move back up, big hands finding your waist as his beard scraped along your neck. Kisses were planted along your jawline, his deep voice seeming to rumble throughout your body as you brought yourself closer and closer to a high.

Moans left your mouth every second now as you could feel the tension building in your abdomen, hands grasping at Steve's strong back, nails running over his soft skin and when his lips closed around your nipple again, you knew you were close.

His name rolled past your lips again and your boyfriend was quick to urge you on further.

"So good for me. I want to feel you shake in my arms." His lips moved back to your ear, teeth nibbling on your earlobe. "I know you missed humping against me like the little slut you are."

His words turned you on even more. Hips bucking forward faster, feeling Steve’s strong arms wrap around you as your hands desperately looked for support on Steve’s cheeks. His eyes didn’t leave yours as your mouth fell open and the tension reached its high.

Your fingers buried in his beard, head falling back as the waves of pleasure rushed over you. His hands moved down to your hips, helping their movement as you continued to hump his strong thigh, riding out the orgasm bit by bit. It felt like a blissful heaven, your body shaking slightly as you came down from the high.

Steve’s lips found yours and he flipped you both around with ease, your back falling against the soft mattress.

“I can’t wait to see you cum on my cock again.” He sounded breathless as he hovered above you, the hint of a smirk on his face.

You were in for a very special night.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fan fiction #captain america #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers headcanons

[aleksanderthemesschild]

im tired, and so is my brainrot

Mddream who just needed to buy more cup noodles. The midnight munchies hit and he had nothing quick to cook. The gas station nearby was thank god open, the only place near by that would sell him cup noodles at 02 08 am. He walked around some more, looking for a drink with some sort of strawberry flavour, having grown quiet fond of the taste. He knew the cashier, wilbur, wouldnt question it anyway, he was just frantically writing down lyrics before hed forget them in his sleep deprived state. He liked the gas station, despite it being so different from the bakery or the cafe, it still felt like comfy like those. Maybe it was the fact that he didnt need to wear a jacket, being able to show his arms and pandoras Marks without any questioning, that made it feel home, or the general feeling of safety that Wilbur emmited that made him calm. He was just about to take a drink from the fridge when he felt someone pull him back and throw him towards the floor. Or well he would've fallen on the floor if he wasnt used to fighting, quickly regain his balance and composure, now looking at the man standing a few feet infront of him. "Dude what the fuc-" "what are you doing here you dirty fuck, why arent you locked up again" not this bullshti again. Dream wanted to explain in his sassy fashion, but was interrupted by the guy grabbing his throat and pushing him onto a table, choking him on there while he hit dream in the face. When the guy stopped and dream only started to bleed a tad bit from his nose, he quickly threw one hard punch, knocking the guy out and away from him. As the guy fell on the floor dream just stood up, wiping below his noses, getting rid of the blood there. He looked over his shoulder when he heard a noise, seeing wilbur and his brother look shook at him, both obviously prepared to get the guy off of him. "Bruhh, I finally thought I'd be able to hit that guy" "you can kick him if you want, he wouldnt know" "nah nah, gotta kick him with consent" dream just smiled at wilburs brother before picking up the cup noodles he dropped on the floor and taking a strawberry drink from the fridge. "3,15" "card" dream quickly paid, waving to the two, telling them to have a good night despite the passed out dude on the floor. Dream just quickly walked to his home, finally eating the cup noodles he craved, before heading to sleep. The gas station felt save, it did, and it was because of wilbur and his brother

#mantis dream au

[dreamhot]

thinking about airports

#dream team #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #mcyt #lee.art #quick and dirty but . i am brainrotting #mcyt art