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vampdes · 2 months

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Please, I'm begging you do more Homelander x top male reader. I loved your other fic with him. Maybe reader is a supe who's stronger than Homelander and left. Homelander was sent to kill reader due to reader having information but instead gets fucked. Thank you and have a nice day.

DES says . . . im not doing anything right now, so why not? hope you enjoy xx (even though this is very late).

SUM. — homelander is sick, erratic, manic. why? he has his fame, his money, his powers – what more could he need? an antidote, obviously, what else?

CON. warning — smoking weed / rolling a blunt (once), dry humping, dry orgasm, overstim, mentions of: growling, passing out (figuratively), meeting heaven (figuratively), & yan-like actions. p in a. bareback. begging. impregnation (breeding ?) kink. collar & leash. subby (leaning on), needy, & whiny homelander.

NOTES. — very rushed. semi-detailed smut. not a very good ending.

you flipped through the televison’s provided channels with an unlit blunt protruding from your lips, itching to light it in order to feel the undeniable zest and haze it always seemed to provide you with. the calming and doughy-like sensation melted your brain, it allowed you to escape from the realization that you were indeed wanted by national police and superheros (all at the same time, mind you) just because you even dared to speak of retiring. therefore, you came up with an idea: just escape! to hawaii or somewhere — you landed in Australia, though, so hawaii was entirely off course but aye, you were gone and free and almost high.

what’s not to love?

you finally found a reliable sitcom that’d allow you to not think too hard or pay attention too much. so you sat back and slouched, drowned into the comfiness of the couch’s plush cushions, and lit your blunt. the wafting smoking engulfed itself deep within your lungs and etched itself into the cushions of your couch. before you could even care about your couch’s wellbeing or could even take a second exhilarating blow, the smell of metal being burnt and resulting smoke that wafted from under your penthouse door to your living made your eye brows furrow together with confusion. before continuing your trail on being high, you dipped the blunt into an ashtray and pushed it into the table, and sat up, watching the door with a sense that something was array in the air.

“fix me, oh fuck — y’gotta, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” john’s words fell into loud, squeaky squabbles into the silk sheets of your bed. his large frame sat atop of your hips, straddling you whilst he made a steady pace of teasing his concealed cock with the friction your ruffled jeans provided him with. you wanted to calm him down, tell him it’s okay, baby, you know i’ll fix you, but he chose that ignorant and arrogant company or what the two of you could have had. and that’s something you’ll never forget, but damn, why pass up on fucking the most famous hero in the world because he’s begging to have you? nobody in their right mind would, that’s for sure.

“you gonna let me treat you right?” you asked, gripping on his hips with words that haven’t been spoken before but explained and demonstrated through the many encounters that occurred in the empty janitor closets in the hallways of his company. and john. . he can’t help but grind himself a little harder and nod just a little faster. he wants you in ways he could never explain. he needs you with the biblical and primal history behind it. he begs to serve you as though he’s nothing but a measly worshipper and you’re a god within the highest of heavens. and you allow him to do so.

“please.” john responds, and you know he means it.

before long, he has a pastel-pink color around his neck with the leash wrapped around your balled fist, feeling like a submissive fucking bitch under your control, and damn, he feels good. his hands are tied behind his back with his nails clawing at the air between you and him in order to feel the pleasure that courses through every atom in his very being. for the first time in a long time, john allows himself to be willingly and properly used by someone he adores.

when you mention the fact that you’ve run out of the very last condom, he says: “get me pregnant.” and good lord above, you can’t help but comply with his demands. he felt fucking heavenly too, he felt so, so fucking good, and the noises that were coming from him? good fucking god, you’d capture those noises in a jar and listen to them every night before you sleep if you could.

in between the lingering touches and chaste kisses and animalistic thrusts and moans and being treated like a fucking free-use prostitute, the tears that streamed down his eyes and the whines that came from him and the need eminiting from him to have the immediate skin-to-skin contact with you even though you were literally shoving your cum into the deepest part of his guts is what captivated you entirely. the way he honestly showed his greed proudly with it circling around town and right back to you made your heart swell. fuck, this was sick (sick enough to make you force yet another cry out his hoarse throat).

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck — gotta make you mine, gotta get pregnant and make sure you stay with me, oh fuck, gotta – gonna cum, fuck, gonnafuckin’cum–,” the process that coincided with long strings of his cum colliding with his pretty pink breasts made the loudest, girliest, guttural squeal mixed with a whine mixed with the neediest moan escape from his throat with him crying out your name. your sylabells. and for fucks sake, he knew exactly how to get you started again to buck your cum-covered tip into his abused prostate once more.

when he cried out your name like you were the Archangel himself, you knew that today would turn into tonight which would turn into yet another post-sex morning with a bitchy, clingy, neck-biting john that always needed a piece of you with him or he swore he might (would and undeniably will) go crazy. and to be honest, if you just savor this maniac for just a little bit longer, maybe the earth would look a bit more brighter to you. maybe the air would be clearer, the sun would shine harder, the birds would harmonize better — the morning is the best time of your day.

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vampdes · 1 year

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— “ALWAYS FROM AFAR” [yes, he used to watch you from afar, stuck in the shadows, behind a grimy desktop and glued to a chair—but now, now he had you in his hands. and he wasn’t giving you up anytime soon.]

GENRE. unhealthy fluff

PAIRING. stalker!male oc x male reader

CW. lowercase intended, neighbor!oc.

NOTES. oc’s name is ‘Issac’ for the sake of this story, might change it later? dunno!! also, this is split into two parts cause i didn’t wanna write so much!! enjoy regardless tho ๑⁠♡

PARTS. i, iii

three years, seven months, and seventeen days since issac started his unhealthy infatuation with a man who didn’t even know of his existence, which made is all the more sweeter! first impressions were important, very, very important. so, meeting his betrothed was undeniably important.

a coffee shop, perhaps? no, no. only for morning people, and [name] isn’t a morning person. hm, where else — what about his darling’s neighborhood? oh, oh issac could move in! well, that’s too forward. he’ll be [name]’s neighbor at first, then a friend, then a best-friend, then his boyfriend, then his fiancé, then his husband, then his life-long partner! oh god, issac’s heart flutters at the thought of being together with his darling!

issac squealed loudly into his hands, quickly running to his bed and hugging his specially made [name] body-pillow. he even had strands of your hair and a glass jar of your saliva, which he worships every night, thanking you for the wondrous opportunity to love you! and your saliva came from your mouth, the one you use to eat with and the one you will use to kiss him with, tasted so, so good. issac drools to the idea of you kissing him, tainting his virgin soul with your god-like imprint.

“we’ll be together,” he whispered to the pillow, imagining you were infront of him, “soon, very, very soon, my love. oh, i just can’t wait!”. before issac went to sleep with you [the body pillow] by his side, he took his nightly intake of your spit, letting it rest on his tongue before allowing it to slide down his throat. then, it was time for his daily cum tribute to you.

issac’s cock rested against his stomach, twitching and aching for your touch, and he was going to receive it. he placed the body pillow on top of him, gripping it with his arms and crossing his ankles to hold you in place. issac thrusted upwards, bitting his lower lip to cover his moans; his moans were too horrid for your ears to hear, so he wanted to shut himself up. “[name],” he whispered, eyes cloths as he continued his thrusts, only doing them quicker, “ffuckin’—”, his words were caught in his throat and now, his hips were moving on their own, chasing his orgasm. issac started to cry, the feeling of you on top of him was too much. but god, he was overjoyed.

“i– oh, oh god—”, he covered his mouth with his left hand, throwing his head back as euphoria washed over him. his thrusts finally stopped, his mind went fuzzy, and the idea of you could get him started again. cum painted his stomach and you, making a blush show on his face, “i’m so sorry, sweetheart! i, i didn’t mean to!”, issac quickly apologized, looking into your eyes hesitantly, “can—can i clean,, you?”, he didn’t want to be denied of his wishes, but if you said no— “i can? oh thank you! i’ll be good from now on, so, so good for you!”.

issac’s long, pink tongue started to lick the pillow clean, quite moans coming from him whilst doing so. “you taste so good,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut, “you taste amazing.. i love you so much! so, so much! you love me, right? oh, you do? aaa! i’m so happy!”.

issac soon tucked the both of you in, you being little spoon and him being big spoon, and kisses your forehead, whispering promises of vows and devotions to you, regardless of anything you do! “i love you so much..”, he mumbled, eyelids fluttering short from exhaustion.

it was sunday morning, around 5? way too early to wake up, in your opinion. but the sound of moving trucks and shouting awoke you, which gradually turned into you getting out of bed and throwing on a robe to see what all the commotion outside was. with a cup of nestquik in your hand, you made your way to the door.

upon opening, however, you were met with the face of an angel—a literal angel. well at least he looked like one, and he smiled like one as well. he stood tall, 6ft something, and had curly black hair with highlight of neon green in it. he was a bit chubby, leaning on a dad-bod which made him all the more attractive. he adorned a pearl necklace and three tier star earrings, and the sun shined on him so perfectly. god damnit, if this man was your neighbor— wait, is he your neighbor?

“h–hello! i’m your, erm, neigh—”, the unknown man cleared his throat. he looked,, nervous? and, this might be a far fetch but, was he blushing? his cheeks looked exceptionally rosy. “neighbor?” you questioned, finishing his sentence. he nodded, holding out a plate of cookies which seemed to be freshly baked. “yes, your new neighbor! i, erm, wanted to introduce.. my—myself to–to you! since i should get to, erm, uh, know my neighbors..” he stuttering was relentless, but it made him so adorable in your eyes! aww, you could just stuff him in your pocket! he’s too cute, way too cute.

“well,” you started, taking a sip of your drink, “welcome to the neighborhood, i’m [name] and, asking for a friend, are those cookies mine?” you eyed the plate more than once while he stood in front of you, and he could tell, he was just too nervous! what if you didn’t like his baking? what if you didn’t like him? oh, gosh, he was starting to regret this decision!

“ah, yes—hah, they are! i forgot to,, tell you they were, erm, for you. apologies, i should’ve been more,, forward? i’m quite nervous around new,, new, uh, people, if you could–couldn’t tell already! and when i’m nervous, i tend to, uh, ram–ramble and my–my, uh, stutter becomes wor–se..!” his free hand waved around as he spoke, signaling how nervous he was and how he was just so, so fucking adorable! god, you definitely scored this time.

“thank you, neighbor,” you stated, grabbing his waving hand and placing it on the underside of the plate, “i’ll make sure to enjoy these, and i’ll come to you for more if i can’t get enough of them, okay?” your smile was so—aaa! he just can’t stop smiling when he’s near you! god, this was too much for him! but he knew he had to resist the urge to kiss you, you wouldn’t like that! and he needed your permission before doing anything of the sort! he wasn’t some creepy stalker or something, never! but, he did want to stay on your doorstep, he would if you allowed him to! but no, he knew he couldn’t, he unfortunately had boxes to unpack —but, wait, he didn’t tell you his name! oh god.. well, he could just tell you on your date!

it’d been a month, coming up on a year, since issac had moved in. you’ve been learning so much about your adorable neighbor! even his name is cute! although, you’ve never been inside of his house.. which isn’t really an issue for you, you just had too much curiosity inside of you.

ever since he had moved in, the two of you have been hanging out almost every week! it’d been the best few months of your life. the two of you even spent christmas together! laying underneath the hollywood sign! it was so, so sweet! you were a bit confused tho — was he lingering on the border of friendly or having a crush on you? it was rather confusing to say the least.

what wasn’t confusing was the fact that he had taken you to the most luxurious beach you had ever been to, and the fact that you had the time of your life. the two of you stayed there until the sunset had dawned upon the two of you, making the fact that it was time to leave known.

meanwhile, in your city’s airport, a man stood there, awaiting a taxi. simon was his name. he had his hair pulled back in a ponytail and had shades covering his eyes. simon was also dressed to the nines for a very important occasion: returning to his lover. he was just so excited! after a year of his departure, he was finally back! obviously, this was going to be quite the surprise for his boyfriend, he just couldn’t wait to see the excitement on you face! oh his lovely boyfriend you, he just can’t wait!

moving on, you and issac stood in your driveway in front of his car with the headlights being blindingly bright. sand was in your hair, loads of it at that, but that didn’t matter to issac — for he didn’t care how you looked because you always looked pretty to him, just as you did now.

“i had fun today.” you stated, wrapping your lower half with your towel. “me–me too! may–be we could do–it again some–sometime?” issac’s smile was bright, so obviously you couldn’t do anything but comply to his wishes. “yeah, we can. this weekend? that’s when i’m free.”. issac was confused. why were you busy this weekend when you were free every other weekend? and so he asked said question, just in a politer tone. “oh, well i have to spend this week with my boyfriend! have i not mentioned him before? i thought i did..”, you started to retrace your thoughts during the months you two had spent together, trying to see if you ever mentioned simon.

but issac on the other hand was freaking the fuck out.

a lover?! he’s been watching you so diligently, and you have never, ever mentioned a lover! and you haven’t told him before?! do you not trust him? what if his dreams don’t come true? what if ‘your’ simon is prettier than him? oh god, what’s going to happen to what you two have now?! issac doesn’t want this to be the end.. please don’t let this be the end! wait — wait, he could get rid of that scum for you! it’s obvious you didn’t love simon since you’ve been with him for your comfort. you’ve been with him to soothe your loneliness. you sought whatever you missed in your heart through him! so–so the two of you had to have something. no the two of you definitely have something. and that something has to be love! issac knows it is love!

but why are you with that simon? he couldn’t understand it.

“o–oh! okay, uh, then i’ll, erm—”, you can obviously sense the aggravation coming from him, but from what? was he in love? with you? “how about tomorrow? i’ll make time tomorrow okay? and then, we can bake!”. issac’s eyes were still down at the ground, but he wasn’t going to cry, he didn’t want to seem too weak in front of you!

“issac,” you started, cradling the sides of his face with your hands, “you can bake me those cookies you gave me when we first met, they were pretty good! okay? i promise, i’ll come over and we’ll have the time of our lives!” your smile was way too bright for him not to look at you. but aaa! his pout was too adorable for you not to smile! gosh, why couldn’t simon be more like him? if issac was your lover then—what? why were you thinking such thoughts?! oh could this be cheating?

“to—tomorrow, then? you–you’re coming over tomorr–ow, right?”, aaaa!!! him and his puppy dog eyes are just too cute! he’s too adorable for his own good, gosh! “yes, i’ll be over tomorrow! promise.”

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vampdes · 6 months

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( cw. smut drabble. gn rdr x gojo s. addicted gojo. one-night-stand. strangers-to-?. slight masochism. gojo being gojo. sexual jokes. ) + ( for @asukases ).

gojo satoru isn’t a man of little words—he’s the most talkative brat you’ll ever know.

late last night, when you were at your most pleased and vulnerable, his words soothed you like a fine whiskey running down your throat. his hands were magic—unfathomable, the most pleasurable magic you’d ever felt.

in all honesty, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was a magician in a past life.

the tips of his fingers kneaded your plush waist like dough, soothing you as he caressed the deepest parts of you. his spoke the nastiest, most guttural and lustful things in your ear, praising you for warming his bed, for allowing him to touch you, please you, to love you—and good god, this fucker had you wrapped around his fingers.

“a pretty thing like you ‘posed to act this slutty?” he laughed, his eyelids lowering as he angled his hips just the perfect way to pull such a string of curses and moans from your mouth, which caused yet another orgasm to wash over you. but gojo, the bastard he was, had to honor the satoru name—he had to honor that he had the stamina of a bull chasing a red flag, he had to honor the fact he fucked like a fratboy getting his first bitch.

good god, you were better though. better than any chick wanting a quick fuck. better than any stripper sucking him for a few bucks.

better than a bitch.

he had the power to pull his name–his honor–from your lips as though you were a priest and he was a god. your puffy eyes and swollen lips were a buffet to a demon like him. his huffed, grunted, damn he even growled, at the way your innards fluttered around his girthy cock. his full, enlarged tip stroked your prostate over and over and over, making you mewl like a pornstar.

when he came, successfully making your walls a pretty, creamy white, he wanted to rest—but you, the sex demon you are, grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him down, scissoring the last thread of resilience he had, and cajoled him, urged him, fucking begged him, to make sure nobody else would fuck you without knowing he had you first. that he was the one who made your nails transform into claws which drew blood from his back with the scratches you made.

gojo satoru, being a man of many words, drew long, painful scratches from you as a reward for how good of a man he was. and every. single. time, he hissed and lowered his head—it felt too fucking good. when you rode him, letting his cock engulf and stretch itself within you, you leaned back and digged your nails into his thighs in order to stabilize yourself. with your eyes screwed shut from the overwhelming feeling of his tip caressing your innards, you didn’t realize how his teeth was sucked into his lower lip in order to keep the pathetic whimpers in from how fucking good your nails felt.

the morning after welcomed him with your vanilla scent to which he undoubtedly enjoyed. when he stretched an arm out in order to feel your rosey warmth, he was met with an empty bedside. the sheets were fixed, the pillow was set in place, hell even the cover was folded the right way.

was this a rejection? did you not want more after the good ass performance he gave you last night? jesus christ, he’d never been in such a situation. one where he was rejected? the gojo satoru?

never fucking heard of.

he flopped over and sprawled out, looking up at the ceiling for a beat, the feeling of last night crawling down south. he missed you. the feeling of your breath against his skin, the overwhelming pleasure he received when your nails grazed his puffy tip, and the animalistic marking you gave him last night—jesus. before he allowed himself to get up out of bed and relish in the daylight, he snuck a hand underneath the covers and rubbed his growing erection.

god all mighty, gojo threw his head back against the plush pillow in an effort to soothe his thoughts. his cock twitched against the covers. was he this fucking desperate usually?

you, the mystery from last night, had gojo leashed to you like a puppy, undoubtedly making him want more. and he’d be damned if he didn’t find you like the loyal dog he is.

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vampdes · 11 months

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— “MISSIN’ THE PARTY.” [being a jock meant you were absolutely obligated to throw ragers at least once a week. but what happens when ethan just can’t get enough of you? you give him what he wants, of course!]

GENRE. smut.

PAIRING. ethan landry x m!reader.

CW. lowercase implied, cheating implied, jock!reader ( briefly mentioned / implied ), nervous!ethan, big dick!ethan, a lot of sexual fantasies ( ethan ), oral implied ( reader receiving ), top!ethan / bottom!reader.

NOTES. this coulda been better, ima be real, ive js been waitin to post this tho so ima js rip the bandaid off. enjoy! ⭐ ( @asukases )

it started simple, easy. he’d tutor you, congratulate you when you had gotten a problem right and easily correct you when you’d gotten a problem wrong.

obviously, you’d be rightfully confused and frustrated when he’d laugh at ‘how much of a book-like jock’ you are. nevertheless, the sessions went on and on and on. you learned more about him as time went on, as he did about you. well, he learned more about you because you’re rather talkative. you told him about the football team, even provided him with the practice schedule, you told him about your girlfriend, the head cheerleader for the football team, and about how difficult it was getting. you’d mainly tell him about her because you just couldn’t understand her.

“i don’t get it. like, i’m hot, i’m strong, i’m the literal definition of “everything a girl could ever need”, you know? all i want, every once in a while, mind you, is a little action, that’s it. even a quickie would work, for fucks sake!”, you wailed about your numerous ‘issues’ with your girlfriend as the two of you sat on the bleachers, watching as your captain directed the younger members of the team for being ‘incompetent players’.

you groaned in annoyance before returning to the main point of your conversation, “but, no. she still has to have so many excuses, like all i want is some fuckin’ sex. like bro, you don’t know how hard it’s been. it’s been seven months! seven! i can’t even sleep with any of the girls in the sorority down the road because they say it’s against their rules. eugh, i just don’t understand it.”. ethan’s eyebrows rose and his lips formed a small, slight grin numerous times during your very one-sided conversation regarding your relationship.

“no ‘cause, if i were a girl, i’d fuck me! mad sex too. i’d even fuck ..” you paused, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought of someone to consider fucking hypothetically, “.. you.” you smiled at ethan, letting out a loud laugh after you had watched his face morph into a flustered one. “i mean, hell, you’re .. somewhat fit, so why not, right?”.

ethan’s tongue slid over his lower, rose pink lip at the thought of fucking you as though you were a girl. the idea of getting you riled up, whimpering, moaning and begging for more of him was nothing but a feverish dream. his fingers stretching you, thrusting inside of you, touching the most sensational parts of you that you never dared to touch yourself. you’d be demanded to thrust on his fingers, to prep yourself on your own in order to fit all of him inside of you, and you’d hesitantly do so. your hips would start slow as though you were scared of how good you’d feel, but then, the feeling of you being able to have such a power over ethan would make you cave in. you’d become an animal and rut on his fingers as your teeth bit into the pillow beneath you. you never, ever knew you could feel so good.

“.. ethan? bro? practice is over, dude. we gotta get back to the dorm and get ready for the rager tonight.”

for fucks sake, you never knew how to shut up. it annoyed him so fucking much, just shut up for once, will you? if he had the chance, just a slight, slight chance, he’d put you in the place where you belonged: quivering beneath him with your wrists bound and cock sore.

but, “alright, lets go!” was all he could respond with. he didn’t want to lose his golden boy by scaring him off with his wild, erotic fantasies that only amplified when you’d strip in front of him, forcing him to shove a pillow on top of his already tight jeans.

by the time the two of you had made it to the dorm the two of you shared, it was well past party-time and you’d have to rush in order to get ready. ethan, on the other hand, wasn’t too keen on the idea of becoming so drunk to the point where he couldn’t even stand on his own ( aka what you did after he had to bring you back to campus after the last frat party you hosted ).

unfortunately, for him, the ideals from earlier were still playing like a movie inside of his mind. he couldn’t recall how many things he wanted to do to you, to do with you. oh god, fucking hell. you just didn’t know how hard you made him, how much you made him ache in the middle of the nights and in the dawn of the mornings. you made him whine, squeal, cry for more of you. more of you touch, of your taste, of your sound. more of you to cover with cum. more of you to mark with his numerous substances. fuck, please stop teasing him. he won’t be able to control himself, not tonight. especially not after the show you’re giving him at the moment.

that’s when you came out of your walk-in wardrobe and asked him what he thought of your shirt. you wore nothing but a slim, almost see through pair of boxers and a tight fitting shirt that rose over your belly button and squeezed around your chest. the fabric was so tight that it rubbed against your nipples every time you moved. “mm.. on second thought, nevermind. it’s rubbin’ me in all the wrong places, fuck, don’t think i can take it off by myself though. could you help me?”.

his eyes flitted away from your thighs and instead to your torso that was obviously visible through the shirt. wait—wait, you wanted help with taking off your shirt? the shirt that made you look so, so fucking good? obviously he had to oblige!

“c’mere, i’ll get it off for you.” he’ll do more than get it off of you. he’ll gladly get off on you.

you stood in front of him, obliging to his “eyes closed” request. “jus’ do it quickly, the party’s going to end soon.”. you felt the sharp tips of his fingernails scrap across your waist before he started to scale upwards, loving the feeling of the sides of your torso to your plump chest and perky nipples. “ethan! you’re ‘posed to be taking the shirt off!” you whined, “i wanna be in time for the party, c’mon!”.

ethan laughed, “fine, fine. just teasing you, love, just teasing.” he let out a huff of air as he gripped the ends of the said tight fitting t-shirt and started to tug at it. “what’re you doing? jus’ take it off!” you were starting to complain, so he did as you said, he ripped it. the thin seams tore easily, straight down the middle which produced the new idea for his next fantasy.

“oh well, that’s one way to get it off of me, i guess.”

before you could pull away to discard the now loosely fitting shirt, ethan hooked his arms around your waist and looked up at you with his perfected “puppy eyed” look. you placed your hand on top of his ruffled hair, sinking your fingers inside of his many curls. “what is it, hm? you want something, so jus’ tell me.”.

he squeezed you tighter, “can we do it?”.

“‘it’? you mean fucking?”.

“no, no! not—not that. i just .. want to feel you. please?”.

for fucks sake, just say yes already. he watched your face contort from an expression of confusion to shock. please, please say yes! you have to, please. he never asks for anything, he just wants to feel you! it’s a normal ask, no? you let your girlfriend do it! so why couldn’t he? your best friend since grade school, c’mon! please.

“fine, fuck. jus’—hah, jus’ don’t tell her about this, alright?”.

ethan became giddy as though he was celebrating his birthday twice a year, a smile adorning his features. he stood, intertwining your hands with his own before instructing you to lay on the bed that he had just stood from. to wich you obliged whilst reminding him he only had a few minutes to complete his desired feel for you before you had to leave for the party. he mumbled a ‘fine’ before helping you discard of the torn shirt, leaving you in only a pair of socks and your—rather tight—briefs.

ethan parted your legs, feeling from the underside of your thighs to the plushness of your hips. his jeans felt entirely too tight, he wanted to fuck you like a damn animal. ruthless. with no mercy. he wanted to make you cry only to shut you up. he wanted to make you shake, to make you wither beneath him with only the feverish feeling of him fucking you keeping you steady. he lefts your hips and trailed down to the brim of your briefs. the nail of his pointer finger trailed the outline of your cock, producing a quiet whimper to leave you lips.

“no, ethan—fuck–you can’t, you know you can’t.”

ethan only smiled, “but i can, no? you know how much you want me to blow you. fuckin’ hell, you say i do it better than your girl. c’mon, just once?”.

“ .. just once, alright? then, i’m leaving, swear.”

“fine, fine,” he responded in between the soft, slow kisses he pressed against the cloth of your briefs, “i’ll be quick, promise.”.

ethan being ‘quick’ soon turned into your face stuffed into a pillow and your nails burrowing themselves into the sheets. your many pleads for him to calm down, to stop acting as though he was an animal during its rut, fell on deaf ears. it was well past the time of the party, you realized, you could’ve been drinking, doing keg stands, but no, you had to give into his request.

ethan leaned into you, pressing his chest against your back whilst biting at your neck. he whispered your name. whiny, desperate, greedy.

“ffuck, oh fuck, you’re so good f’me, fuck ..”, his hips erratically chased his fifth orgasm of the night. his desire to see his cum spill from your swollen hole was more than enough to keep his fast, desperate rhythm. “c’mon—hah,” he raised himself from his current position, snapping his hips to delve himself deeper within you. ethan grabbed at your hair, forcing you to raise your head. “say it. say you’re a good fuckin’ slut for me.”

“m’such—ah!—m’such a good fuck–mm, ffuckin’ slut f’you! i am, i am, i am. ah, hah, fuck, wait, wait—i, oh god, i can’t! too .. too much, ethan!”.

your inconsistent babbles made his head spin. fuck, can his boy get any cuter?

he laughed at the thought. his long, slender fingers ran up your back before stopping at your lower lip, “open.” he commanded. “what? wh—”, in the middle of your sentence, he pushed two of his fingers inside of your mouth. a choked gag came from you, which amused him. even though his fingers were slim, they fit inside your mouth so well. ethan’s fingers laid still on tongue, his fingernails nipped at the back of your throat. such length provided him with muffled groans and moans from you.

his cock rubbed against the spots that provided you the most pleasure, making you cry out and grovel beneath him. saliva coated his fingers, tears covered your cheeks, and cum coated the cream colored sheers beneath you. ethan’s thick, sticky tip abused your prostate repeatedly making you cry out his name in incoherent moans with dilated pupils.

“i guess it is too much for you, mm.” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your sticky, pre-cum stained tip, feeling at how you twitched beneath him. you clenched around him as you came, which, in turn, made him fill your velvet insides with his copious amounts of cum. “ffuck, oh—ooh god,”, he whined, biting his lower lip as he slowly pulled out of you, watching as ropes of his cum covered your stomach that was beaded with sweat. ehan’s cum not only covered your stomach but also spilling out of your gaping, swollen hole. ethan watched intently, enjoying the sight before him.

with the party mindset far behind you, you missed the touch of his prying, groping hands on your body. “what? do you want more?” he mocked, watching as you whined for his hands to be all over you once more. “fine.” he smiled, his hands up and down your plush thighs, “just .. a few more times alright?”.

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— “DARLING, DON’T YOU LOVE ME?” [do you love those kids more than you love the second most powerful supe in the world? you could crush his skull with your thighs and he’d love it. why do you not love him? oh love him, for everyone’s sake.]

GENRE. smut + unhealthy fluff

PAIRING. homelander x gn!reader

CW. lowercase intended, gn!reader, top!reader, amab!reader, single parent!reader, supe reader, mood swings [john]. PETNAMES. sugar, sweetheart, asshole [affectionate/derogatory]. KINKS. cockwarming, manhandling [?], heat/hot touch [?].

NOTES. this is a VERY, VERY old draft from 2020, i js had it in my drafts so in posting it but it is also a blurb /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\. enjoy!! <3

serene was the name given to the newest, most powerful vought supe of all time. you, more powerful than the seven put together, were sat on top of a stage at one of the press conferences. you were being asked questions, but it was tireless nevertheless.

“the workspace? between me and you–amazing breakfast, there’s a pool shaped like idaho on the 34th floor, and amazing co-workers! it couldn’t be better, really.” you joked, a heart-warming laugh leaving your lips. in all honesty, your personality made women’s panties drop; mainly because you were stunningly hot, enjoyed ‘little women’, and, according to social media, were written by a woman.

the female reporter who asked the questioned laughed along with you before allowing another reporter to speak. the next reporter stood up and asked if you have a lover, which was a random out-of-the-blue question.

“me? oh goodness, all the attention is on me now!” you joked, a wry laugh leaving your throat after you had sat up straight. “well, i do–” you started before glancing over at madelyn stillwell, her head shook in a non-approving way. then, the idea of the repercussions get shoved in your head.

on one hand, john would be angry. but on the other hand, vought is your job, a high-paying job at that, therefore you need to keep it for the sake of you and your children. “i do not.” you declared, looking back into the camera, “unfortunately, i’m just looking for the right one.” you could feel the grip john had on your thigh since the beginning of the panel tighten, it didn’t hurt in the slightest but you could still feel the leather prodding at your thigh.

the interview ended swimmingly after a few more questions given to the rest of the team, and after all that you just wanted to go home, cook and eat with your children, and then take a nap. however, john wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

“why did you lie? you’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?” he screamed, he threw your handmade vases against the floor in a fit of rage. “john, please–alexis and truly are waiting for me, so i need to leave; we can talk about this tomorrow.” you combed a hand through your tangled hair after you had gathered your clothes in your bag, and slung it over your shoulder. you face was free of makeup, which shown your deep, horrid eyebags; and it was obvious you needed sleep. john didn’t care though, he wanted answers, he demanded answers and he would be damned if he didn’t get any.

“you obviously lied! you’re a liar! you probably don’t even have children! oh my god, you’re a fucking–” his eyes started to glow red, that’s when you knew it was enough. you silenced his continuing rambling with a kiss, and he immediately melted against your lips. the kiss was longer than you intended it to be, and only breathless pecks and fuzzy feelings were what remained as the after-affects. “i love you, john, i truly do with all my heart.” he nodded at your words, a deadly, light blush covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears. you laughed, the smile on john’s face made a smile come on your face.

“i love you, [name],” he declared, “so fucking much–” john hastily kissed you. desperation, agony, love overflowed into the kiss, and fuck it was crazy how good john is at kissing.

“fuck, john, wait-” he shut your complaining up with more kisses, more fondling, more desperation. “i want you so badly. so, so fucking badly.” he whispered against your lips after pecking you once more. he straddled you, already rubbing himself against your clothed crotch, and he was enjoying himself rather too much.

“please, i need you so badly.” john knew better than to just fuck himself on your cock without your permission first. “do you think you deserve it, sweetheart, really?” john nodded, eyebrows furrowing together as he could feel his cock twitch against his thigh, just feeling his cock rub against your own made his head spin. john, somewhat, calmed down and now he was resting on top of your lap, cockwarming you.

it was just so good to be on top of you, feeling your cock reach the deepest depths of pleasure no other could reach was so fucking good. john needed to ride you, it was like an unbearable urge residing deep inside of him; fortunately, he commits to all of his urges. the feeling of your cock moving in and out of him was more than drool-worthy, it felt so, so, so fucking good. you told him he was supposed to just sit there and be grateful for what he’s being given, but he didn’t care to listen, no matter the consequences he would receive. you felt so good inside of him, your cock touched every single nerve inside of him and it sent a shiver through his body.

“sweetheart, stop.” you warned, trying to focus on your work rather than john’s desperation, but he didn’t listen. again. you took off your suit-issued gloves and the protective ones underneath, and wrapped a hand around his waist. the skin-burning heat made him buckle down against your torso, quivering and whimpers followed soon after. “you’re an asshole, john. you only listen when i use force like a dog who needs to be taught a lesson.” you spat. “again..” he meekly whispered against your neck, heavy, hot breaths coming from him.

“again?” you questioned, a sinister snare on your face, “what, you want it hotter? enough to hurt you?”, your inquiry received a shaky ‘hurry up’ from him. you laughed a little before placing your freezing cold hand on his lower back, john started to complain before the heat wave spread across his body, igniting his skin aflame. “a–ah! nngh..” he wanted to say stop, the pain was unbearable but it felt so, so good. the homelander was enjoying the pure pleasure that pain brings him. drool went down his lower lip and his chin, fuck it felt so good to be in pain. your cock twitched inside of him after he clutched around you, trying to regain his senses and register what his main focus is. you realized how far-off he was, which was quite a wonderful look, and decided that it was your job to fuck the sense back into him.

after closing the macbook on your desk and removing your right hand’s suit-issued glove and protective glove, you gripped his thighs, your nails digging into his flesh, and lifted him up, only a few meters above your lap. “what’re you–” before he could finish his sentence, a loud, girlish moan left his lips. he instinctively covered his mouth with his gloved hands, not wanting to be so vulnerable in front of you. “c’mon sugar, let me hear your beautiful voice.” his face flushed at your words, but that sweet, sentimental moment didn’t last for long because you pounded back into him–repeatedly. every time your cock slammed back into him, a breathless moan departed from his lips. it was a harmony, a melodic noise that pierced through the tension-filled room.

“it’s... not enough, i want more, please give me more.” john begged and whined for more than touch. he wanted a burning sensation crawling up his spine, slowly but surely burning his skin. fucking hell, it was dangerous to do, he’d surely have second to third degree burns along his backside, but he wouldn’t dare to stop, even if he was down to bare bone. “burn me, fucking burn me before i—”, john let a shrill pass his lips after his skin turned a sickish red shade, cum coated his lower abdomen from the exciting feeling of him being perched on hells hottest fire.

john’s body was covered in life-threating burns, saliva running down his chins, and his blue eyes glazed over: a sight for a pair of lucky-as-fuck eyes. he seemed to be passing out. it was too much, maybe. probably. most likely. he was so beautiful when he was done being a bitch, and fuck he felt so good inside. john pulled you down by your tie and pressed your into his, which effectively made a whimper leave his throat.

it was evidently obvious you would be home late due to taking care of a certain someone’s needs.

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— “HOW IT CAME TO BE.” [winning bets over losing them was surely your soon-to-be career at this point. especially since you didn’t lose the drinking challenge that yui had challenged you to only an hour ago, saying that you wouldn’t win the said challenge. daniel’s the one who had to clean up the ‘mess’, though.]

PAIRINGS. daniel park / m!reader

CW. lowercase implied, implied + mentions of: alcohol consumption [beer + soju], betting money, reader drunkingly ‘flirting’ w. daniel, friends to lovers trope.

NOTES. YAAAAAAAAH, i got this out earlier than intended 😼 im like a beast ong. enjoy!! 🫶🏾

EXTRA. “how it came to be” jay h. edition —› xxx / masterlist.

the soju you had downed only seconds ago burned your throat and made your chest feel warmer than usual. you’d been out with the group consisting of: yui, daniel, jay, eli, and zack for a whole two hours. when it was first mentioned to you, you said that you were going to stay sober the whole time! and it didn’t matter if you drank, you’re a heavyweight anyways!

however, when you got there, yui bet you a pair of concert tickets that you’d be drunk before her. and obviously, you accepted the challenge! you weren’t one to back down from challenges, especially ones you knew you could win.

then the bet started.

bottle after bottle of soju, a can after a can of alcoholic beer was drunk until the last drop. yui wasn’t giving you a run for the said concert tickets anymore, she ran to the restroom to throw up due to the immense intake she downed in the matter of one hour. you, on the other hand, were sharing a strawberry flavored pocky stick with daniel and on the verge of sleeping right there on your feet.

the feel of soju still felt lively on your tongue, you could still feel the taste of it on your taste buds for it mixed in with your salvia a little too well. your head wasn’t spinning nor was your breath ragged as it was only moments ago, you were trying to seem calm, but your heart pounded against your heart so loudly that you could hear the rhythm tap your eardrums repeatedly.

“daniel.” you whispered his name as though it was a prayer, you picked your head off of his shoulder and looked him in his jet black eyes. his lips caught your attention more than his eyes did, though, which caused him to mumble the sentence “my eyes are up here, [name].”.

he said your name with a breathy, desperate tone, making the soju that warmed your heart make it burn as though it was a campfire. “but your lips,” you mumbled, your own lips parting to make way for the words that were stuck in your throat.

“but my.. my lips?”

“they’re kissable.”

the tips of daniel’s pale ears turned a bright shade of red as he let your words process in his head. he wanted to make a quip, a flirty retort to your words to keep the conversation going, but the words died on his tongue when you intertwined his hands with your own and placed your head back on his shoulder. his heart raced at an unnatural speed, he could even feel a thin layer of sweat build up on his now clammy hand that you held.

“daniel?”

he glanced down at you before looking back up at the full moon that showed down on both of you, coating you in the glossy, white light of the universe, “..yeah?”.

“i don’t know,” you laughed, “jus’ wanted to hear your voice.”

he let a warm smile overtake his blushing features, acknowledging the warm feelings you provided him with. he didn’t know why but he felt dizty as though he was the one who drank soju himself. “thank you.” he didn’t know why, but he felt something for you. it was a strange something, a lukewarm, heartfelt something.

the sound of your quiet laugh made his heart become overwhelmed with that ‘something’ feeling once more. “what’s so funny?” he questioned, tilting his head in order to rest his head on top of your own.

“it’s just.. you downplay yourself, you know? you don’t understand how amazing you are. you don’t understand how special you are to me, i do want you to know that i love you with all my heart, i truly do.”

daniel’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, once more letting his brain process the words of affection you spoke. his words died on the tip of his tongue. he didn’t realize it until you mentioned it, but he’d been letting tears fall on top of your messy, ruffled hair. the tips of your strands were now wet with his tears, and he immediately regretted it. “i’m sorry, i—”. you laughed off his words, pulling up the brim of your sleeve in order to wipe away the strayed tears that lay on his face.

“don’t be sorry, dan, don’t be. you’re too pretty to apologize for such ridiculous things, you know that, don’t you?”

“you think i’m pretty?” he questioned, letting his teary eyes look down on your silhouette.

you now stood in front of him, your eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay alert on your feet. “i think you’re pretty and smart and kind and most definitely charming. i also think you’re a horrible cook. but i know for a fact,” you paused, looking up at him, meeting his teary eyes. “that i’d never trade you for the world.”

he let out a laugh. not a condescending one, no, never that. it was a laugh of utter and complete disbelief. you’re so,, he doesn’t know how to explain it because he knows that he can’t put what you are into a form of words that would create a sentence. you couldn’t be compelled to just one sentence or just a sentence for that matter, you deserve the whole world, no, you deserve the whole universe and a box of strawberry flavored pocky. he loves you, he realized.

it was as though the moments, the memories of you two together had flashed in the movie theater that sat inside of his brain. each and every second he replayed it back and forth, reminding himself of the simple touches that you granted him with, the sound of your melodic laughter that never left his mind, not even for a second.

daniel park, the leader of the most famous band in korea, had a crush on little ole you. the choreographer that demanded him to be on time, the choreographer that had his entire schedule memorized down to a t just so you knew when he was free in order to hangout, the choreographer that always mention that it was so busy but always seemed to have spare time for him.

he knew from now on, he’d always make sure to be on time just for you.

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vampdes · 5 months

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“you’re scandalous, cariña.” ☆ actor & model miguel o’hara / actor & photographer black fem. rdr.

tags — friends —› lvrs. fake relationship/ contractual relationship au. social media au. slow burn. angst. misunderstood intentions. rdr is a scandal magnet. rdr is an emoji lvr. miguel is bitchy & caring at the same time. characters are sometimes ooc. includes some! personal character head-canons.

writer notes — collaborated w. @asukases!

chap. notes — this is the chapter index! playlist linked below ⭐.

last updated — nov. 22nd, 23.

prologue (fast paced.) —› ⭐.

chap 1. —› ⭐.

chap 2. —› ⭐.

chap 3. —› ⭐.

chap 4. —› ⭐.

chap 5. —› ⭐.

playlist: ⭐.

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— “FRANTIC CONFESSIONS.” [love is a trivial thing, is it not? it’s especially hard when one is to propose to their beloved. and, on that note, just how would cod men react to their beloved proposing?]

GENRE. js pure fluff 🫶🏾

PAIRINGS. [separate & in order] ghost, könig, leon kennedy & carlos oliveria.

CW. lowercase intended, surprise proposals + ghost’s is kinda,, I WAS FEELIN SILLY 😼

NOTES. [kinda a] collab w rel [@asukases]! this for the 1k special? maybe, maybe not. ALSO YES, I DID INDEED ONLY DO MY FAVORITES. I JS WANT MY BOYS 2 BE APPRECIATED FRFR 💕 okay, ENJOYYY ⭐

GHOST ; “are you sure?”

HES THE SHOCKED ONE.

now, now listen, I KNOW WHAT THE FANS 4 GONNA SAY “he’s expressionless” GET OFF MY LINE W THAT!!

this man will fold 4 u, NO MATTER WHAT. he’s learned to cherish what the loves and hold it to his heart, even if his heart is a stone.

BUT NEVERTHELESS, if you ever proposed to him, he’s literally “😧” frfr. he’d sit down for a second before standing right back up like, “huh?”

he js doesn’t want u 2 regret asking him years from now! he’s in the army, he puts his life on the line everyday! he doesn’t want u to spend the rest of ur life grieving if, one day, he does indeed die in the line of duty.

HE JS DOESNT WANT U TO REGRET IT MAN :((

“are you sure?”

HE’S HOPPIN UP N DOWN TO SAY YES BRO, but he js wants to make sure that ure okay w it b4 anything. n even if u did propose n set up this fancy dinner n stuff, WHAT IF U REGRET IT??

he does love u a whole lot though <3 married life isn’t that different, though. he was still gone most of the year, but you didn’t mind, the ring on your finger signified the love he had for you without a need of words. n same goes for him!! whenever he’s nervous, he absentmindedly twists the ring. he has it on a chain, not on his finger. its closer to his heart that way!! plus, it js feels safer.

while he’s preparing for a mission, he pecks the ring as though he was kissing u <3

KÖNIG ; “mein engel [my angel], i’ve loved you for so long.”

he’s—woah. you love him enough to propose!! you do, u told him so!! n it js made his heart swell with joy!!

it was at the break of night. the moon was high in the sky n the stars were nothing short of bright. he was resting on your arm as though it was a pillow n ur hands were tangled in his brown, fluffy hair.

“i love you..” he mumbled, the comfy feeling of home that u provided him with making his cheeks a soft pink hue. u made him feel like him, like he was at home, finally. he felt too comfortable, he let his guard down, but u didn’t shame him for doing so! u encouraged him to feel safe, to feel protected. u allowed him to rest, to be his quiet, mumbling self with u.

he didn’t know what he did to have such a heavenly love be given to him, but he’d do it over time n time js 4 u to keep on loving him for the rest of his life.

“i love you too, könig.” you whispered, pulling apart from him with your arms now wrapped around his waist, “so much so that—”, you pecked him on his lips before letting him loose from your hold and reaching in your back pocket—the ring box wasn’t there. “huh..?” you mumbled, concern crossing your face. könig swung his hands off the bed, holding his hands out towards you: “what? did–did you lose..something, süßer?” [‹—sweetheart] you mumbled a quiet “hold on” before turning the room upside down. finally, after a few confused head tilts from könig and curses slipping past your lips, you found it in the top draw of the dresser.

“okay, okay, redo.” you mumbled, getting down on one knee before looking him in his greyish-brownish eyes, “i love you so much that i want to marry you. i want you to know that my love is never-ending and for you and you only forever and ever. so, will you marry me?”

you watched the shock on his face turn into somewhat a mixture of love and confusion before it officially changed into joy. he pounced on you, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso once more. “yes! oh– dear god yes! mein engel [my angel], i’ve loved you for so long. i—i want to ma–rry you, obviously!” his stutter showed itself rather evidently as he got more and more excited.

the thought of being with the one he loves forever and ever just made his heart swell with joy! his cheeks flushed a bright pink as you pressed multiple kisses against his soft lips.

just like ghost, he kisses it whenever he can just so he can be reminded of you throughout his day!! he never takes it off just so he can be reminded of u anywhere n everywhere!! overall, he’s head over heels for his ein und alles [one and only].

LEON K ; “this isn’t the time for this.”

just exactly what’re u think, hm? U TWO R RUNNING FROM ZOMBIES, FLESH EATING MONSTERS!! N U WANT TO PROPOSE?

to be exact, it was during the time when leon was dodging the attackers whilst doing blackflips and effortlessly looked amazing do so <3 plus, u couldn’t even move without limping!! so obviously, ur boyfriend had to protect u!! n he looked so, so pretty! [‘specially cause that bakery in the back.]

and, in the midst of all that heat, you popped the question.

you asked: “leon, if we make it out of this, will you marry me?” u even had the audacity to pull out a bloody ring from ur back pocket n hold it out to him. he turned around to look at u, cocking back his gun at the same time before tsking, “this isn’t the time, [name].”

LIKE THE TWO OF YOU WERE POSSIBLY ABT TO BE ON DEATHS DOOR!! ‘specially since the poor stitches n gauze that held the gun wound together were coning apart rather quickly.

“is that a no, leon?” u questioned, the dizziness u felt makin ur eyes flutter before they fully closed. u heard leon cusring b4 a round of shots went off, the sound of zombie bodies dropping to the ground flooded ur eares b4 u completely blacked out.

“[name], what—”, the shock hadn’t settled in his mind, the adrenaline rush he had was still pumping through his veins. he picked u up and threw u over his shoulder. once the two of u were safe, he attended to ur wounds n gave u his jacket to wear in order to replace ur bloodied shirt. he replaced ur stitches n tried to reuse the bloodied gauze, mainly bc he didn’t have anymore n u didn’t have anymore either :(( but he did fix u up pretty good [u can’t stitch ur own wounds 4 shit btw].

CARLOS O ; “you love me that much, sugar?”

after only a few hours, u awoke. u were hungry n ur side hurt drastically, n u wanted to sleep until u couldn’t anymore!! but, leon was by ur side, his leg bouncing in anticipation of u waking up. “u should’ve told me u were hurt, [name]! i would’ve taken care of you, i could’ve made you better! luckily, it’s not infected but—”

“are we going to get engaged though? we both made it out alive and healthy, sooo..”

he squinted at you for a second b4 a small smile graced his lips, he clicked his tongue b4 inching closer to u n moving your hair from ur face, “absolutely, my love, but you still need to get your timing right. now, once we’re out of here, we’ll continue this—but we need to leave immediately.”

just like leon, the two of u r RUNNING FROM THIS WEIRD LOOKIN ALIEN GUY!! n other things, BUT MAINLY ALIEN GUY!!

and mr. oliveira is a rather flirty yet protective guy! he’s your boyfriend [soon-to-be fiancé] so he just has to protect his lover :(( ‘specially since you’re a good ‘medic’ for others but not 4 urself!! so, he has to make sure u don’t die n stuff obvi!!

however, today was a supposed ‘gather food’ day. and, fortunately, this meant that you and carlos could finally have some sort of small-talk privacy between the two of you. ever since you had met alice, she’d been overly fond of carlos so that meant that the two of you hadn’t had the chance to talk to one another or even have contact. despite the small hand touches and lower back rubs, the two of u were deprived of physical contact that the both of u [mainly carlos] needed asap <3

ANYWAYYSS, the two of u were currently ‘shopping’ in an abandoned mall, grabbing mainly everything that looked at least edible. obvi, some cute accessories n clothes were added into the shopping cart of items upon items.

“somethin’s on your mind, sugar, what’s wrong?” carlos asked you, wrapping his arms around your torso n he pressed his chest against your back. “i just—” you clicked ur tongue against the roof of ur mouth in distraughtness as you turned around to face your lover.

“we haven’t had alone time in a while and, i just, i wanted to ask you something important but we aren’t even in a romantic setting! and it’s something important that both of us that we are going to remember and i just don’t know.” carlos’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you try to explain yourself.

“well, i also had somethin’ planned if it’d make u feel better to know that.” / “you did?” “..yeah, well not did, i do, still, but like you said, not a romantic setting.” / “..can i go first? since we both have surprises, i mean.” “mhm, go for it, baby.”

you pressed a peck to his lips b4 getting down on one knee with a jet black velvet box in your hands. “will you marry me? or, at least think abt it, yk? i just love you a lot and i don’t ever want to lose you—” . carlos immediately pulled you up and smothered your lips with his. “oh, my love,” he whispered, caressing your left cheek with his thumb, “i’d never say no to marrying the love of my life.”

his heart is overflown w. love n joy!!! he js can’t express it w. words, ‘cause there’s not enough words in the world to explain nor show his love to u. he wished he could show it in a more romantic way other than kissing in an abandoned mall, but he had no other choice. the two of u r meant to be!! forever n ever n ever <3 mainly ‘cause carlos loves u 2 much to let you go!!

oh n after a lot of questions, u asked carlos what he was planning as well: “candlelight dinner and a proposal. although, the candlelight dinner isn’t possible anymore, baby :(( but, if i’m allowed to, i can put my ring on ur finger n kiss you until the sun goes down <3”

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vampdes · 1 year

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— “SAY YOU LOVE ME!” [you want him to stop texting? stop sneaking into your house? stop proposing to you? oh darling, you must be joking! you love him, just as he loves you and nothing, he means nothing, will ever change that.]

GENRE. headcanons + short story, unhealthy fluff

PAIRING. delusional!yandere x gn!reader

CW. lowercase intended, entrapment, marriage, death [murder], unhealthy fascinations / infatuation / ideals, forced marriage.

NOTES. he’s an expert at being delulu, but he knows u love him so it doesn't matter lmfao <3 n yes, two yanderes in a row. hope u enjoy!!

“say you love me, [name]! say it, say it, say it! i know you do, i know it, so please, feed into my desires and say it! i’ll be all yours, just as your wish, if you say it! i love you, and i know you love me too! so say it dear, say it for your husband.”

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who is infatuated to the brim with his darling! you are just entirely too much for him sugar!

he knows that when you tell him not to text: you want him to call! aaa, sweetheart! that’s so adorable ⁠♡ you always want to here his voice then, yes? you’re too much for him!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who knows your just as cute as you are naive! you say he’s a friend, but he knows that you know that the two of you are married! he proposed, remember? you gladly said yes and kissed him all throughout the night! he might just propose again to get such treatment from his darling!

sweetheart, you want him to stop following you? oh..well you could’ve just asked for him to be your house-husband straightforward! but you being so cute about it just makes him more excited!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who dreams of you. he dreams fantasies of you and him, knowing that they’re already true ⁠♡! yes, sometimes you beat around the bush to get him to stay [you didn’t even need to ask!] and sometimes you are a bit mean to him, yelling at him to get out and leave you alone, and you always throw the ring he gave you to the ground! proclaiming that the two of your will never be wed, not in a millennia—but, you are your mood swings don’t hurt him one bit, darling!

it just means he’s not giving you enough of something–attention! that’s what it is! oh darling, don’t be so moody just for him to give you some more attention! your way of begging is wonderful, but he does have to tie you up and put duct tape over your mouth sometimes, he doesn’t like your profanity :( and stop calling him ‘monster’! you wanted this, you begged him for his love! he’s not going to just take it back from you, you wouldn’t like that!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who believes that your ‘friends’ are in the way of the relationship you two have. he has heard the things they say about him: he’s sick, dishonorable, disgusting, even. and you don’t try to defend him, do you not love him? no, no he mustn’t doubt your love! if you did the same to him, he wouldn’t like it, so he must trust you wholeheartedly! however, your friends? they’re in the way, and he knows how to solve those issues.

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who didn’t expect such a disrespectful response from his darling! just because he is coated head-to-toe in blood doesn’t mean you can’t hug him. darling, why are you backing away? why are you calling his a murder? you know how he feels about name-calling! stop these actions at once and just come here! come in his arms!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who knows in his heart that you’re joking. “they did nothing! they were just being honest, and you know that you’re a sick, monstrous bastard!” darling, what did he say about profanity? yes, yes, he knows that you haven’t entirely warmed up to the idea of marriage! but another reciting of vows should do the trick, yeah? nevertheless, another night in the basement should teach you that just cause he’s your husband doesn’t mean he tolerates any behavior!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who apologizes for his actions! he’s sorry, sweetheart, he knows you don’t like it in the basement. those cold, dark nights that you spend down there—those cold, dark nights without him. you don’t like it, and he’s sorry, but you had to be taught a lesson! you are not allowed to talk to him in such a way, no matter the fact he’s your beloved or not!

darling..darling? why are you crying? why are you pushing him away? “i don’t want this!” what? why are you motioning to him? he’s your husband, of course you want your husband! “please go, i don’t love you–i don’t! i never wanted this, i never wanted you! just because we–we had something in the past doesn’t mean we’re each other's future!” ..oh, so that’s how you feel? how you’ve felt this whole time? you’re not in love with him as he is with you, are you? no, you’re not. a lesson should be taught, no?

“you’re going to spend–” he shoves pillows and blankets down the stairs, along with a gallon of water and some frozen food, “–the rest of your days down there!” he says, motioning to the basement. he looks at you with a face of disgust and grabs your collar, ignoring your kicks and pleads for him not to leave you down there once again. he pauses, looming over you with the feverish anger within him boiling down, and looks between you and the door to the basement. it seems cold, dark, and freighting, you wouldn’t last a day in there with the food he gave you. so, he’ll give you a chance, a chance to be in a comfortable bed, a chance to be in his arms, and a chance to be with him forever.

“say it.” he whispered, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on the sides of your face, cupping it, “say you love me! just say it, and we can live within each other’s warmth forever and ever! i know you love me, you know you love me! just—just say it.” he seemed desperate, he pleaded for you to say three simple fucking words! why can’t you? just why? just fucking why?

was all of this fake?

“i–” sweetheart, you can do it! two more words love, just two more! “—can’t.” all this buildup, and for what? “i’ve given you chance after chance after chance! and you can’t give me this one thing in return?”, he sighs, letting out a disappointing laugh, grabbing your collar once again. he dragged you towards the door, a distasteful looks aligning his face as he looked at you. “one you learn that you love me as much as i love you, i’ll let back with open arms, okay darling?”.

he blew you a kiss, before swiftly locking the door shut. you heard the repeated clicks of the locks, even the occasional key, as he locked it. you banged on the door, scratching it, wanting your freedom to be handed back to you. but that would be a touch one to get, no?

you can’t have what you don’t give.

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— “SOMETHING ON THE INSIDE.” [lookism + blk!m!reader]

GENRE. fluff, boyband!au, love triangle, [somewhat] unrequited love, poly!relationship + twitter!au.

PAIRING. jay hong + daniel park + m!reader.

CW. will be listed in each chapter if necessary.

NOTES. this been in the drafts 4 a long while, IF THIS IS A FLOP SO BE IT 😡 in love w boybands <3 enjoy!! 💕

HOW JAY / DAN REALIZED THEIR FEELINGS FOR YOU.

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#dan.writes #lookism #lookism fanfic #lookism x male reader #male reader #x male reader #lookism twt au #twt au #twitter au #boyband au #boyband lookism #eli jang x male reader #jay hong x male reader #yui kim x male reader #daniel park x male reader #zack lee x male reader #male reader fluff #x male reader fluff

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— “FOREVER N EVER!” [issac headcanons / facts ♡]

GENRE. headcanons / fluff.

PAIRING. issac [oc] x gn reader

CW. lowercase intended, traumatic past / mentions of [abandonment + being disowned + body shaming] + extra facts about issac.

NOTES. this is so damn late 🧍🏾‍♀️ BUT THATS OKAY, better late than not at all 😭 this took a month [i was on and off bro], ENJOY!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

FACTS / HEADCANONS [abt issac <3].

☆ issac loves likes space + his favorite constellation ‘orion’ ‘cause of how bright it is [it also reminds him of u <3] + his favorite planet [in solar system] is saturn!! mainly cause of its rings [hint, hint] <3

☆ issac’s an ex-florist + ex-baker, which he why he likes flowers n baking!! which is why he vows to bake something for you every single day, js so u could be reminded of him 24/7!! n yes, sometimes, if he feels that he hasn’t been getting enough attention, he’ll add some ‘icing’ on the cookies <3 js so u could have some of him inside of u when he’s too busy!!

☆ [brief mentions of abandonment + body shaming] issac was, unfortunately, abandoned by his biological parents, his grandparents, his aunt, and then his foster parents, which converted into severe abandonment issues. everyone tossed him away because of his looks n body. in his younger years, he was called a lot of bad names ‘cause of his weight at the time. n honestly, he expected u to do the same.. but u were different, u are different! u think he’s ‘pretty’ n ‘beautiful’, u even called him an angel for crying out loud!! he loves u so much :(( he js can’t say it cause he gets so nervous!

☆ issac absolutely despises his stutter. can he talk to himself? YES, PERFECTLY. BUT WHEN HE TALKS TO U, ALL OF A SUDDEN HE’S A JITTERBOX!!! he thinks he makes a fool of himself when he talks to u :(( n when he met u for the first time—eugh, he hated it!! not cause u were there, no cause u were there, in front of him.. n u were prettier than ever n he couldn’t even say it!! everytime he wants to say smth nice abt u, he can’t ‘cause he gets to nervous!! its horrible :((

☆ on a happier note, he loves it when u paint his nails :D mainly ‘cause ure holding his hands n ure making him look pretty <3 he also loves when u re-dye his hair 4 him!! he favorite color is, unfortunately, neon green, which is why a strip of his hair is neon green <3 nevertheless, he loves it when u re-dye his hair, mainly ‘cause u wanna touch his hair!! it makes him so happy <33 n when u offer 2 help w his (your) hair care routine, he gets all giddy!! it’s ‘cause of u that his hair is silky n soft now, n he wants to keep it that way ‘cause he think it makes him look pretty <3 n, most important of all, it makes him feel pretty <3

☆ ALSSOOO, he’s a makeup guru. it’s like the easiest thing he’s great at. N YES, URE HIS MUSE ♡ he likes to try makeup looks on u, especially when he gets to straddle u <3 LIKE HE CAN’T GET OVER IT AAA!! n yes, he uses makeup as an excuse to straddle u sometimes [all the time]. ALSOOOO, he’s a gamer. HES LITERALLY SO EMBARRASSED ABT BEING A GAMER!!! he’s a valorant player btw.. he’s also an avid roblox player, his favorite game is royale high ♡

☆ TIME TO TALK MORE ABT HIS EXCELLENT BAKING + FLORAL SKILLS <3 baking: his favorite thing to bake is red velvet fudge brownies!! he absolutely can’t stand dark / mint chocolate tho, but if u like he, he’ll be able to stand it [maybe] <3 floral: his favorite flower is ‘baby’s breath’ ‘cause it reminds him of u <3 in a “it’s really pretty n it shines as brightly as the sun” way!! on special occasions [when u run out of pastries / flowers], he gifts u flowers / baked goods <3 once, he gave u a bouquet of baby’s breath, orchids, n bearded irises <3 n when u were too sick to leave home [thank god, he doesn’t like when u leave honestly!! he misses u 2 much :((], he fixed u some strawberry shortcake <3 [he looked up deserts 4 sick people js to make sure it was safe 4 u 2 eat!!]

☆ EXTRA: he fell in love w u at first sight!! his favorite cuddling position is either spooning [your arms around him] or face-to-chest [his face in ur chest <3.] he also loves having lazy weekdays where all u two do is laze around the house or stay in bed!! makes him feel comfy + secure <3 he also has matching sonic onesies w u [hes tails n ure sonic] but he only wears in on special occasions [ex: date night (when date night’s at home) + when it’s lazy weekdays in the winter <3.] he also loves surprise kisses!! n expected ones <3 he js likes the feeling of ur lips in general!! he also likes when u tuck his hair behind his ear ‘cause it was getting in his eyes <3 he also likes the fact that u like to be a homebody js like he is!! bc then date nights r so adorably mushy <3. LAST THING: issac has an shoulder-to-back + ankle tattoo n if u lightly [almost hesitantly] trace either of the them, u automatically have him melting in ur hands <3!!!

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#dan.writes #x male reader #male reader #yandere x male reader #gender neutral reader #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #male yandere x reader #male yandere x male reader #male yandere x gn reader

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