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lovesick-syrup-selfships · 1 year

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1 and 2

Kokichi: I met aem when su were enrolled into Hope Peak's school as the 'Ultimate Supermodel'. Cute was in a few of my classes I'm pretty sure. If I'm correct we've known each other maybe a few years? I'd say we've know each other for 7 years at the most, and we were together for 6.

Sonic.EXE: I met Judas how I meet most humans, odd found my game and was foolish enough to play it. Only reason I didn't kill cherry to be honest is because rave almost intrigued me, it's hard to explain, but you get the gist of it. As for how long we've known each other, probably a year at most? I don't know, I'm not really one to keep track of time.

Knuckles: We met not long after I had move in with my new tribe, I had noticed their shapeshifting tendencies and confronted love about it. Of course bell denied, but ci could not trick me, I could easily see through cos lies. Lucky for mew however, I could tell they were not a threat in anyway. As for how long, I believe it has been maybe a few months, we have not known each other for long.

Bandu: Well, it depends on how specific we wanna get, Technically, we met around the time stim was getting into highschool, bun was at an arcade and I decided to try and see if I could play some games with sweet. Of course, I've known sugary for a good few years before that, I believe first saw ura when vam was maybe around 10 or 11? Just the most adorable little thing you'd ever seen, of course I couldn't just randomly approach divine then, it would probably be weird if I did, so I waited until div was in highschool to approach pastel!

Airy: My memory isn't too well, but if believe I may have been hired to baby sit care when diety was younger? I mean, lo wasn't too young, maybe around 12 or so, basically young enough to still need someone to watch after cutie when ve's alone, but old enough to understand how to take care of rotself, I was basically just there to make sure past didn't burn the house down, or get out in any danger. But they did seem to like my company, lo even asked to hang out more often after I stopped babysitting vee.

#don't mind Bandu openly admitting to basically staling my s/i sense they were 10 #he just doesn't realize how creepy it sounds #or is #🍯💖cause we’re liars💖🍯#🍯💖nowhere to run💖🍯#🍯💖pulling at my heartstrings💖🍯#🍯💖bandrose💖🍯#🍯💖heirloom💖🍯#rpfselfship #romantic f/o #profovember #proselfship #selfproship #selfship proship #proship selfship #age gap ship #tw age gap #tw stalking #ask to tag.

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tojjist · 1 month

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𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ↳ s. gojo

in which : even the strongest wants some love, so please give it to him! contains : slightly suggestive, so much fluff, extremely self indulgent

SATORU never realized how touch starved he is. He never even thought about it. It simply didn't occur to him that physical contact actually means something.

He's seen people doing it before, on more occasions than he can count. But Satoru never understood the appeal of being in such proximity to someone you can count the pores on their face. Not that he has to worry about that, anyway.

And truly, ignorance is a gift.

It only took one hug from you to change Satoru's world. It took one short embrace, a slight whiff of your subtle perfume for him on your third date to become addicted.

Satoru never lacked anything. He' been served everything he desires on a silver spoon his entire life; wealth, care, power. He's always been privileged. So to crave something he simply can't receive whenever he wants is a strange feeling.

The way he steals little touches, helping you with your jacket, placing his hand on the small of your back, brushing away your hair from your face, and so much more, does not go unnoticed by you. It's not in anyway unpleasant, and you're always sure to give him an encouraging reaction.

It's surprising to see his need for this kind of affection. He tries his best to not come off as creepy or too needy, but he doesn't know what he looks like and what he should do.

He never understands what's so addicting about the simple feeling of you. Is it your smell? Or the warmth you provide? He's content just keeping you in his hold forever.

What takes you aback even more is how skilled he is at sex. You can tell he's been with countless women just by a simple stroke of his hand or a thrust of his hips. Yet, he seems so unsure how to hold you after, feeling as if anything he does would come off wrong.

He comes to you one day distorted, asking to meet up on a whim. He says he really just wants to see you but you know better. You see the slightly distracted look in his eyes, you notice the way his fingers fidget, and the way his feet tap against the tile of the coffeeshop. He’s nervous you can tell, but you don’t understand why as he sounded so fine this morning when he called.

“Hey,” you whisper to him, calling for his attention. His blue eyes immediately find your eyes, trying his best to seem normal.

“Yeah?” Is what Satoru manages as he gathers himself the best he could. “What’s wrong? Do you want to add something else?”

You hold back a chuckle. He’s so different from all the other people you know. In a way, it’s part of his charm. But it also makes him so hard to understand.

“Are you okay?” It’s a simple question, but one that confuses him all the same. He feels a warm presence over the back of his hand. When Satoru looks down, he sees that you have placed your palm over his. It’s calming. It’s sweet. It’s so comforting he doesn’t know what to say.

“Be my girlfriend.”

It’s a demand. He’s not asking, he’s telling you. He had this perfect plan, but your touch ruined everything. Your touch weakened him. He hates you for it. He loves you so much.

It takes him time, and you give him it, to get accustomed to those touches. He learns what to do and when to do it. And you give him all the love he needs. He’s like a little puppy, still discovering right from wrong.

He holds you every night like there is no tomorrow, pampering you and spoiling you with kisses because he can. He begs you to stay in his embrace every morning, even when the duties that should be attended are his and not your own. There is never too little time when it comes to you. He’d put the world on hold for a few more moments of you.

Sometimes he questions if it’s really okay. Should he, as a man, let you make him this vulnerable? It’s not like there’s a guide for these things. Even if there was, he wouldn’t be caught dead reading one.

But those thoughts only last so long. It takes one kiss from you to forget. To ignore. To not care anymore. Because what is he if not a slave to your embrace? Satoru only finds himself at peace when in your arms. For all he cares, the world could burn, as long as you just hug the man.

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demcnsinmymind · 2 years

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me: though Lance can act like a douchebag and sounds like a douchebag a lot of times, he’s not that big of a douchebag really, and in this 12 page essay I will... Also Lance in a thread 3 mins later: “ Don’t go out to meet producers in abandoned places all on your own. Might get you on a show like mine for entirely different reasons. Like when one of them ends up being a creep and puts you up for display down on Norton Ave“

#text post #out of batteries #I'm done playing this character : ooc #like buddy we get it #ur trying to tell the pour girl that this industry is shitty and got people like elizabeth short killed #but buddy #my guy #do u even realize how creepy that just makes you sound #u know #being a producer guy yourself #in an abandoned place #with said woman #and the 'funny' thing is that he honestly doesn't even realize it cos the dude is too obsessed with his job #but like #be a little nicer????maybe?????#no???

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yawnderu · 1 month

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more creature!reader plsss ❤️

Fear boners are an actual thing— Simon realized it until now, feeling your cold nose rubbing against his neck, small pants leaving your lips as you sniff him up. How do you respond when a creature materializes itself into your room and climbs over you, pinning you down and simply sniffing you like a search dog? He's never been in a similar situation, yet his throbbing cock doesn't seem to mind just how creepy the situation truly is.

Calloused shaky hands reach for your body, wrapping around your waist only to bring your lower body closer to his clothed dick, subtly grinding against you to test the waters, silently thanking whatever is out there that you didn't bite his face off— yet.

There's something oddly erotic about the way your ectoplasm seeps through his clothes the moment you start to grind against him, long black nails raking dangerously close to his throat, somehow making him even harder despite the growing anxiety.

“Sex. With you.” Despite the way you mainly communicate with clicks and sounds, your speech isn't half as bad. Your free hand starts to slowly trail down, feeling his hard, toned body beneath his clothes until you reach your goal, eyes shining with mirth at the way Simon's breath hitches when you use your pointy nails to destroy the restricting fabric of his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock.

Perhaps sticking his dick in crazy isn't the right choice, but Simon is way too horny to think with the right head, almost cumming when he feels your cunt wrap snugly around him, not even giving him a second to recover before you're bouncing on his dick, the tip of your nails digging on his shoulders for leverage.

Simon is nothing but a bundle of awful choices that could easily come back and bite him in the ass, his warm head on the back of your head, pulling you closer for a kiss despite knowing you have multiple rows of needle-like teeth. His free hand goes down to your hips, guiding you faster and harder as he starts to thrust up, going as deep as possible inside your wet, needy pussy.

Short nails dig into your cold skin, leaving faint marks that will disappear soon enough, yet he needs something to release the pent-up energy the moment your long, black tongue starts exploring his mouth, instantly making every single muscle in his body tense up as he shoots ropes of hot, thick cum inside you.

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pirateprincessblog · 6 months

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moan for me

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you decide you don't want to end your friendship because of a casual fuck. he agrees. just why is he then eye-fucking you across the room and bumping into you accidentally? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!seonghwa, bestfriend!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: hair pulling, dacryphilia, public sex, cream pie, ddlg, public oral (female receiving), voyeurism, breathplay/choking, hickeys, bruising

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: choking?, swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: officially, i am ready to get dicked down in a gown by park seonghwa

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

mr park: forgive me for doing it this way, but i would like to cancel the date. it is not the brightest idea, i was carried away by the emotions at the moment. let us close this chapter, as fun as it was. i am not looking for further interactions such as the ones we had, and i am most certainly not looking for a relationship. sorry for giving you the wrong idea. take care.

your heart drops. hidden by the curtain in the changing room, you allow yourself to sit down and drop a few tears. fuck, you were having such a good time. such a handsome, skilled, jaw dropping gorgeous man, just slipped from your grip, and there's nothing you can do about it. you crave his existence, you wish to look at him and touch him day and night. as creepy as it sounds.

the sixth dress you've tried on for the dance is already is itchy against your skin, and you sigh. the bright green isn't flattering on you at all. your friend has already picked the dress, lucky her. your budget wasn't exactly big, so finding something pretty and inside the budget was hard.

"oh, hi dad."

you freeze.

"hello, love."

even his voice is pure honey.

"how is the shopping going?"

"well, i bought mine. i'm just waiting for my bestie to finish trying on."

park seonghwa stays silent. the realization of you being here near him just moments after him ditching you put him in an awkward situation.

"hey, you good in there?" she calls, putting her head between the curtains.

"yup. i'll be right out." you stop to think, making your friend raise her eyebrow questionably. "actually, you go with your dad. i'll check a few more of those sale dresses and head home."

"sale dresses? but the blue one looked like a dream on you! you're still thinking?"

"it's a tad bit out of my budget." you confess, already annoyed at her lack of understanding that you are just not as wealthy as she is.

"oh, why didn't you say so? dad!"

"what the fuck are you doing?!"

"dad, can i get this dress for her? i know you made me block my card because i went crazy at prada yesterday, but i could really use it right now."

hearing her casually mention prada like it was mcdonalds made you a little irritated.

"no, honey. sorry. it's not a really good idea."

"but, but, you didn't even hear the price yet-"

"it doesn't matter. no more spending for this month. be happy i let you get your own dress. you have hundreds at home that are just piling up at the bottom of the closet."

"aren't we, like, super rich? what's another thousand euros for you?"

you are way too embarrassed to leave the changing room, so you stay inside in hopes they'll forget about you and just leave. you glance at the expensive dress that hangs on the wall. it's a pretty royal blue, with a thin sparkly belt on the waist and sparkly straps. it's a minimum, but makes the dress stand out.

"no, i am super rich. you are not exactly. come on, now. get your bags and get into the car. ask your friend if she wants a ride."

"uh, no." your voice is raspy, and you clear your throat. "no, thank you. i am fine."

"very well. let's go then."

you hear paper bags shuffling, then quick footsteps and the doors opening.

"sorry about my dick dad. i don't know what has gotten into him." your friend apologizes.

"you have nothing to apologize for. i didn't even expect him to do something like that, are you out of your mind?"

"oh, what's another thousand for him? he probably made a few just while having that conversation with me. he's just being an asshole."

"car. now."

your squeeze your thighs together, the stern voice coming from the man doing wonders inside your stomach.

"ugh, i'm coming!" the girl stomps after him, leaving you alone in silence.

the green dress it is then.

the day is long and exhausting. considering that you arrived to the shop with the help of your friend's chauffeur, coming back home on foot was one hell of a task. you felt like the paper bag was carrying you, instead of you carrying it. your feet burn from the walking, and you can't wait to wash the sweat and humiliation off of you. you went from a thousand euro royal dream to a fifty euro eco trash bag. at least you have that dollar store green eye shadow you can use with it. how funny.

hot water drips down your body, fogging up the glass and trapping you in your little imagination bubble. your clit is begging for attention, reminding you of all the ways park seonghwa has touched you. his fingers skillfully rub your tense bud in ways that have you wondering if any of it is real. before you know it, you're clawing at the wet tiles as your other hand tries to desperately find the good spot inside of you. he finds so easily, why can't you? your fingers can't be much shorter than his.

half an hour of chasing an orgasm later, you give up. you've spent enough water, and your parents are going to kill you when they see the bill at the end of the month. it's all park seonghwa's fault. you can just mail him the bill and demand to pay. if you weren't so busy touching yourself to the thoughts of him, that wouldn't have happened.

defeated, you exit your room, somehow feeling more tired. you stop in your tracks. a black box sits on your bed, a yellow circle logo proudly shining on it.

"what the fuck?"

you reach for the box, touching the letters underneath the symbol. you don't open it yet, just in case this belongs to someone else.

"mom?!"

"yes?!"

"what is a versace doing in my room?"

"ah, your friend's chauffeur brought it over. said it was exclusively for you! bastard wouldn't let me peek."

that's all it takes for you to dive into the box like it was a new spicy book delivery. you make sure to leave the box intact, not wanting to rip something from such a luxury brand. a blood red gown sits in your hands, plush-like fabric melting down your fingers. it feels so luxurious, and expensive. it looks like something out of met gala, like it was ripped off of blake lively and given to you.

your phone pings, interrupting you from your little daydream session.

mr park: i think the blue is too calm for you. you need something fierce for a change. sorry if i overstepped. i just saw it when driving home and had to go back for it. not a word to my daughter.

you really didn't have to, sir.

mr park: i wanted to. you'll look lovely in it. and, please, have mercy and don't look at me tonight. i am a weak man.

your breath hitches. god, is he serious? just how fierce was this dress?

before you can examine it any further, the doors of your room opens, the familiar girl barging in with her little travel bag full of makeup and hair gadgets.

"whoa, slow down."

"no slowing, there's only three hours left until dad sends the chauffeur for us. god, what is that?"

"oh, it's uh-"

"vintage versace?! oh. my. god." she immediatelly pulls it out of the box, letting the empty carton fall on the floor carelessly.

"it's my moms, she dug it out after i came back home," you lie.

"i knew your mom is so cool."

park seonghwa really meant fierce when he said it. the red dress hugs your body like it was sewn on you, the leg slit high but hidden among the ruffles of the thick quality fabric. it is a corset dress, with offshoulder straps and a low cut. you don't feel exposed though. you feel like a queen.

"this fake ruby will go so good with that dress, trust me."

"oh, thank fuck, i thought it was real," you scoff, taking the big stone necklace and putting it on.

"why? think i can't afford it?"

"oh, no, no. apologies. you can totally afford a real ruby, miss." you joke, then glance at the clock.

just in time, a car pulls up to the entrance, the driver exiting to open the doors so they're ready for the two of you.

"shit, this is it. we're gonna get so wasted."

"isn't your dad gonna be there?"

"oh, he's not going to notice me when the headmaster gets him. poor woman is convinced that my dad wants her. some people just fail to realize that he just doesn't have the time for that. nor the will."

you feel like the sentence is targeting a little, but she doesn't spare you a glance as she sits in the car. the drive there is quiet, the clicking of her nails against the phone screen being the only noise in the small space. you glance at the small mirror of your hairbrush, checking your make-up again. you are feeling a little self-conscious, having never worn make-up this bold before. a winged eyeliner, heavy highlighter on your cheeks and inner eye corner, and a blood red lipstick. it's just a dance, wasn't this a little too formal?

one of your worst fears starts creeping into you, opening the doors of bottomless overthinking and migraines. what if you arrive overdressed, and everyone there is dressed in cute floral patterns and light spring dresses? while you are here looking like you've been dressed by donatella herself. and to think that park seonghwa saw the dress in the window of a store while just driving past it, and then went all the way back to get it and deliver it just for you, makes your stomach feel like fireworks.

to your relief, as you arrive in front of the building, you see that everyone else is equally extravagantly dressed. the dance wasn't at the college, but a place that park seonghwa himself has picked. it is a mansion just outside the city, with beautiful rose bushes, a stone path through the grass, and balconies to die for. it's like he knew how to make you stay longer than you planned on this dance.

"joshua!" you greet your partner as you enter the spacious room, surprised at the big change in his appearance.

"wow, don't you look luxurious. am i allowed to stand next to you?"

you playfully hit his shoulder, blushing at the comment. he turns to your friend, making small talk with her. you use the chance to glance around the room, in hopes of seeing the man of your dreams soon. you do not spot him, but you do spot a very familiar man. a man whose face you've seen on screen, and who has seen much more than your face on mr park's screen. your face instantly goes red, and your blood is boiling. you suddenly feel naked under his gaze, but he erases that feeling by smiling sweetly your way, and waving at you as a greeting. a complete opposite of that day.

"dad isn't answering my texts. i'm just gonna go find him to let him know i'm here."

you nod, then turn your attention back to joshua. to your surprise, he has left somewhere too, you just failed to acknowledge it. you are left alone among people who are already dancing, and you feel a little bored. with the dress in hand, so that you don't trip and make a fool of yourself already, you make your way towards one of the tables that stood near the walls.

you halt your steps, suddenly coming face to face with the man who had you wrapped around his finger. you don't mind. he fails to stop in time, accidentally bumping into you and almost making you fall back. his hands are quick to grab your waist, restoring your balance again. he doesn't immediately remove his hands. you don't mind that either.

"oh, mr park."

he doesn't speak. he takes a moment to look you up and down, and you do the same. he wears a white dress blouse, and his usual black slacks. the blouse is a little see-through, and you are taking in as much as you can while he busies himself staring at you.

"sir?" you call, suddenly remembering that your friend is searching for him, and that he has not yet removed his hands from you.

"god, you look ravishing." he groans.

"sir, your daughter might be-"

"i thought i had it under control. but now that you are here..." he trails, eyes dropping on your red lips. "i wish i could just-"

"seonghwa?"

the man turns around, and your waist suddenly feels cold and empty.

"dad?" another voice calls now behind you.

"sweetie?"

"mom?!"

you are shocked by the sight. a gorgeous woman, age similar to mr park, stands in front of the two of you. luscious locks fall over her shoulders and chest, and the royal blue dress you almost bought is overshadowing yours. it looks so much better on her.

"what the hell are you doing here?" mr park is calm, despite his harsh words.

"i am here to see my daughter. and talk to you."

"there's nothing left to talk about. i'm sure your husband would mind, anyway."

"seonghwa, please."

"dad, please." your friend begs, taking his hand and giving him her best big eyes.

he isn't a fool to fall for that. but he leaves with the woman anyway, because he knows just how stubborn they both are. the once married couple makes their way upstairs, and you can't help but stare until they disappear.

"it's rude to stare." your friend says, annoyed.

"oh, sorry. i must've zoned out."

"no, you didn't. you were staring at my dad."

you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at her confused. she rolls her eyes, then folds her arms across her chest.

"i'm not stupid. you think i didn't see how you threw yourself on him just a few minutes ago? acting like you're going to fall and shit, just so he could-"

"i swear it's not-"

"oh, shut the fuck up. putting your boobs out like that in that dress. is that even your dress? did your broke ass steal it?"

you are shocked by her sudden change in behaviour. you knew she had a problem with what happened between her father and you, but why did she decide to bring it up tonight? you have brought it up before, she assured you it is alright, and now that you really did not do anything, she is acting worse than before.

"it's not zara, bitch. it's versace. where the fuck did you get it? is it from me? because i can't keep track of all of my clothes, you thought you could just take it?"

you are grateful for the loud music, muting out her yelling. you see red. you know you are at wrong, but she picked the worst time to confront you. besides, it's not like you didn't talk about it at all. you thought it was all solved. guess not.

"your dad bought it for me." you spit out.

"what?"

"he thought i'd look hot in it." you press further.

"shut up."

"in fact, he just admitted that he wants to fuck me in it tonight."

"you're fucking delusional. he is getting back together with mom, don't you see? stop embarrassing yourself."

"you're telling me that your father would take back a cheater?"

her jaw drops. she knows it's true, but she has never heard you speak so freely. and she does not like that.

her hand reaches towards your hair, pulling at it, while the other one grabs a sleeve of your dress.

"stupid whore!" she curses, yanking at the necklace around your neck.

by now, people are starting to turn heads, slowly taking out their phones and recording.

"you are a shit friend, you know that? i've given you everything, and you go behind my back to fuck my dad? not once, but twice?"

"the fuck is your problem, i thought we solved this, you lunatic?!"

it gets on your nerves that you are taking this now that you really are innocent. you fight back, pushing her away from you and accidentally stepping on her dress, ripping it. everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths but phones still up in the air.

"you-" she breathes heavily, face red with rage. "you- you absolute slut! you whore!" she screams.

"that's enough." someone says next to you, before standing in between. "get up, you are making a fool of yourself. your drunk outbursts are hurting an innocent person."

"mr kim-" you start, ready to defend yourself.

"i'm not-!"

"come on," kim hongjoong helps the girl up, keeping her in a tight grip and guiding her outside the mansion. "phones away, everyone. show's over."

in the corner of your eye, you see park seonghwa rushing downstairs, followed by a woman in tears. by now, everyone went back to dancing, assuming that the girl was simply drunk and didn't know what she was saying. you are forever grateful to mr kim.

"what happened?" seonghwa grabs your shoulders, eyes skimming the ripped sleeve of the dress.

"your daughter happened." you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep tears from falling.

"oh, love, i'm so sorry."

"well, i kinda earned it."

mr park looks at you confused. you sigh, then slowly start walking towards one of the empty tables so that the dance floor can free up.

"she was saying some things and i intentionally pissed her off." you explain.

"what did she say?"

"that i intentionally threw myself on you, that i'm exposing my cleavage for you, and you know, that sort of stuff."

you cannot look him in the eyes. his gaze is too intense. his eyebrows are scrunched as he looks at you, and you aren't sure if he is mad with you or his daughter.

"and what did you say?"

you stay silent. you cannot fall any lower in his eyes. instead, you pour yourself a glass of wine, taking small sips of it. you absolutely hate alcohol, but in an awkward situation like this, you'll gladly drink the whole bottle if it means it'll get you out of the subject.

"do you wish to talk somewhere more private?" seonghwa suggests, making you choke back on the liquid.

"how private?" you ask before you can think.

the man chuckles, then offers his hand for you to take. you look around, making sure that the two women aren't around to see. mr kim has probably busied himself with taking care of mr park's daughter, and his ex must've left. she seemed pretty upset. you hate that the sight of her upset makes you happy.

park seonghwa leads you upstairs, much like his ex wife a few moments ago. he passes by a few doors in the hallway, until finally opening one. the interior is similar to the one in his library, only with a much bigger book selection. but he doesn't let you examine too much. he leads you to the balcony, which reminds you of the one from romeo and juliet. it looks like something from an old castle abandoned in the woods, with vines growing all over the old broken stone. the manor is surrounded by a light forest, just a few minutes away from the city, but the view from the balcony makes it seem like it is in the middle of a fantasy field. there is no light pollution, therefore you are able to see millions of shiny dots up in the sky. before you can keep gazing, mr park rests his hands on your waist, turning you around so that your back rests against the stone fence.

"sir?" you ask, hoping he would say something that you'll have an answer to.

"i was right. red is your colour."

his finger brushes over your red lips, then continues down your jawline, the neck bones, and to the cutout of the dress. he caresses the skin above the material, mere millimeters away. you are shivering, despite the pleasant weather tonight. you look into his eyes, bite down your lip when you see how focused he is in his moves.

"now that it's ripped off anyway, i'd love nothing more than to shred it to bits, just to see you again."

"but, you said-" you try reminding him of his message. he is very confusing to you.

"i know what i said. i can't help it." he steps closer to you, face inches away from yours. "i dream of devouring you in this dress."

his hand takes the wine glass from yours, lips pressing against it to take a sip. he looks deep into your eyes while he does so, faint glint getting you more riled up. you feel yourself dripping through the thin material of the thin lace thongs you wore, and it feels like he can feel it too somehow.

the glass is set on the fence now, a safe distance from both of you. you think he will finally speak again, but the man has other plans. his main plan seems to make you fall into his arms tonight, and it is working. his hands cup your face, and he presses his lips against yours. your hands are gripping the cold stone, not knowing what to do from the sudden explosion of emotions. carefully, park seonghwa pours the wine from his mouth into yours, sensually kissing you along the way.

aside from it being the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to you, you are also happy that you didn't spill any of it. you swallow, and when you try to move away to catch a breath, he only deepens the kiss, your face still in his palms. he tugs on your lips, biting them gently, sucking them, swiping his tongue along them, with a satisfying rhythm. you can't help but whine into his mouth, a certain part of you wishing for more friction.

"all you have to do is say the words, doll." he says, voice deep and almost a whisper.

"what words?" you ask, stupidly.

"any words. anything that will give me a green light." he answers, eyes searching yours for any kind of signal.

you think, for a short time that to seonghwa seemed like years.

"take me. here. on this balcony."

seonghwa groans, and leans in again to give attention to your lips. his hands roam your body, mainly focusing on your waist and thighs. he grabs your flesh through the fabric, squeezing it with desire as his tongue hungrily chases yours, not getting enough of it no matter how much he gets.

he pulls away too fast for your liking, and before you can whine again, he drops down on his knees. his perfectly polished shoes are forgotten as they suffer scratches from the floor, and his perfectly ironed black pants will soon meet a similar fate.

"hold this for me, pretty?" he asks, handing you the bottom of your dress.

you are caught off by the sudden situation, yet your body responds immediately and takes the fabric from him. you can barely see him from the red ruffles, but you can definitely feel the hot wet muscle licking through the thin lace of your underwear. you sigh, your head falling back at the hot sensation on your clit.

"don't hold back, please. i want to hear you."

you feel uneasy, but the moment he pushes your panties aside and attaches his lips to your core, you do not care. you whine, breathe heavily, moan, pull at his hair in ecstasy. you love the thrill of knowing that anyone could walk in and the first thing they'd see is the two of you doing sinful things in the moonlight. bet they'd love the sight, too.

"fuck, sir-" you gasp, feeling him sucking on your sensitive bud.

"fuck, i love it when you call me sir. call me more names, darling, i beg you."

"m-make me," you choke out, feeling his finger sliding between your walls.

he scoffs, playfully tugging on your covered nipple as he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. he does it slowly, making sure to brush against the sensitive spot but not give it complete attention. just enough to keep you on the edge.

"oh, i'll make you. don't you worry." he promises.

his hands grab your thighs, almost raising your body from the ground, so that he could eat you out properly. you have the urge to close your legs, but his hands are firm and keep them open. you shake against his restless tongue, hoping to release soon.

"mr. park- please- please-" you beg, choking back tears.

you do not know why you tear up in sexual situations with him. from the pleasure? from the pain of edging? from knowing that this might be the last time you're doing it?

as soon as he hears your voice shaking, mr park stands up, making sure that it really is what he thinks it is. without a word, he kisses you again, lips wet with your arousal. he keeps fingering you, knuckles disappearing between your folds and deliciously preparing you for him.

"turn around for me, little girl."

his words shoot arrows to your core, and it takes a lot of strength in you to do as he says. his fingers find their place right under your jaw, softly pressing into your neck and making it difficult for you to stay sober. he releases every now and then, just enough to let you breathe properly. his other hand moves the back of your dress, giving it to you to hold onto, and then raises your leg so that it rests on the fence. you are now standing on one leg, wet core completely exposed to the cool night air and him.

"good girl," he praises, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "so flexible for me."

you hear a zipper, then clothes ruffling. you breathe out when you feel something smooth and hot rubbing up and down your folds, not yet entering. your head drops from the dizziness of his playful choking, and your eyes widen when you finally see the rest of the view from the balcony.

down there, in the garden behind the manor, there are three benches and a fountain. and on one of the benches, his ex wife. she seems to notice you at the same time you notice her, judging by her sudden jaw drop and widened eyes. you don't get to warn him, as you are interrupted by your own gasp caused by his hot muscle pushing inside your tights walls. he wastes no time in thrusting into you, quickly catching a rhythm while simultaneously pulling your hair with his other hand. at this point, it is more you thrusting back into him than he is thrusting forwards into you. you need his every inch, no matter how fucked up the situation at the moment is.

you can't help it, you look at the poor woman in the eyes, moaning as her ex husband is tearing you apart on the balcony of their once shared holiday manor.

"louder," he growls, speeding up his movements.

and you do it. you moan, louder, not on purpose, but because it really feels that good.

"fuck, your cunt is made for me."

"da-daddy-" you test the grounds, and he halts his movements.

shit, you fucked up.

"what?" he says, out of breath.

"nothing-" you gasp, his fingers pressing into your neck, "daddy, i said daddy-"

you are interrupted by a moan again, as he begins thrusting harder. the woman is on the verge of tears, and even though you feel a little bad, the feeling of her husband's cock filling you up feels too good. you also remember the reason they parted. she did the same with another man. you allow yourself a moment of braveness, already having said goodbye to the friendship with their daughter.

you smile down at the woman, then reach behind to grab mr park's hair. you moan, loud and clear, more for her to hear. the man groans, burying his head into your shoulder and biting down, making you gasp and close your eyes in pain. his hand rests on your lower back, making you arch it just a bit more so he can finally hit the spot you both need.

you open your eyes, only to find her still standing there in disbelief and shock. she is disgusted with you, and heartbroken by him. and you do not care.

"mr. park, you're too big for me-" you choke out.

he slows his movements, then raises his head from your shoulder. he admires the bruise he has created for a moment, then follows your gaze down to the benches. upon seeing his ex wife, you expect him to stop. but he only does so for a moment, before yanking down the fabric on your chest and exposing your breasts. he continues diving into you, softly panting into your ear and driving you insane.

the woman seems too stunned to even move. it is clear she is not enjoying it, she isn't a voyeour.

"you're taking me so well, doll. you should see how abused your pretty pussy looks, begging me to cum all over it and inside it." he growls, then grabs your jaw so that he can look at you.

his eyebrows are scrunched, focused on the approaching orgasm.

"moan for me more, baby, please. you sound majestic."

unable to hold back, you moan into his mouth, hips thrusting back in a desperate attempt to reach the orgasm. it is building up inside of you for so long, threatening to overflow any moment now. but he has complete control over the rhythm, and the moment you start moving too, he chokes you just a little harder.

"sir, please, sir, let me cum- i want to cum on your dick so, so bad," you say everything that is on your mind. he enjoys seeing you vulnerable in his hands, and slows down the pace just to hear you some more.

"you want to cream on daddy's cock, little girl? you want me to fill you up all the way, to have you walk with my cum inside your abused little hole the entire night? have my daughter apologize to you as you desperately try to keep my seed from spilling down your legs?"

"mr park-"

"yes, angel."

"sir-"

"just a bit more, doll."

"seonghwa-" you scream, and he is quick to press his lips on yours to calm you down.

feeling your walls squeeze from the waves of the orgasm, you take him over the edge, his seed painting your walls and making it easier for him to ride his own orgasm out. your body shakes from the intense pleasure, and from the sudden rush of cold air on your bare arms. mr park is quick to release your neck, and wrap his arms around you and press your body against his chest. he kisses you sweetly, simultaneously rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm you up. his cock twitches inside of you, and he is still slowly thrusting in and out, riding out the rest of the orgasm.

you breathe heavily into his mouth, legs going limp and threatening to become numb any second. he finally helps you set your leg down, and slowly pulls out of you. hot seed spills out of your hole and down your leg, and you are scared that it will stain the dress.

"do you trust me?"

"huh?"

"do you trust me?" he repeats himself, guiding you so that your body is facing him again.

"well, yes, i- oh!"

he picks you up by your waist, so that you can sit on the stone fence. it is wide enough for you to sit comfortably, but if you could choose not to, you would. his hands are holding you firmly, and his eyes tell you he isn't letting go.

"this dress looks gorgeous on you, but it is in my way the whole evening," he huffs, flipping the dress once more.

"no, i'm too sensitive-" you try to stop him, but he hushes you.

"trust. me."

he doesn't touch your clit. he doesn't try to finger you. instead, he collects the white streak that has started the journey down your thigh, pushing it back into your hole. you feel yourself becoming wet again, horny and angry butterflies raving in your stomach. he uses his two fingers to gently push all of his seed inside you again, and he looks up at you with deadly eyes. you recognize the lust once again, and you almost moan at the sight. "now, let's go find my daughter to get your apology." “no!” you protest, panic swallowing you.

“relax. she will say no, I will be mad at her, and she will then ask to go with her mother.”

you try to follow, but you can’t. why is he so careless about his daughter choosing his ex wife over him? he seems to realise your confusion, and laughs fondly.

“that way, nothing can stop us doing this any time and anywhere. and, I can finally make that dinner reservation at the new restaurant. been dying to try it with you.”

“but, I don’t have any money. I cannot pay my share.”

park seonghwa chuckles, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. you feel all fuzzy and warm, feet swinging under the dress from the simple act.

“I’ll gladly be your sugar daddy. just the more romantic and relationship type of sugar daddy.”

oh.

“what do you say?”

“I say your cum is ready to be washed out so I better go fetch my apology.”

“good girl.”

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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Hiii can I request prompt 59 with osamu!

"ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

OFC DEAR SKSMJDKDKSJSISKDKEK i wanna eat him he's such a LOVER BOY but is very lowkey about it, so SHY AND ADORABLE I EKDKSJKWNSIEKEJEKEK

"your hands are so... warm."

a long day of volleyball practice and studying prompted you to ask osamu if he wanted to go get some soda with you at the nearest convenience store. he agreed, not that he had any reason to disagree, since you were only the cutest and sweetest person he has ever had the pleasure of meeting.

you two entered the convenience store, and like an obedient little puppy–or fox, rather–he quietly walked with you along the aisles of the store, listening to you as you spoke, nodding and shaking his head all sleepily, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes that were full of subtle adoration and love for you.

you spoke to him all about what happened today, about all the little things and the bouts of excitement and disappointment all throughout your day; it was the highlight of osamu's day to hear all about yours, really–and hopefully he wouldn't sound creepy if he were to admit that he gets a little sluggish when he doesn't get to see or hear from you at all from the day.

"hey, wanna try this one?" you ask him as he moves closer to you, looking over your shoulder to get a better look at the drink. "oh, as long as it isn't too sweet or strong, i'll take it." he said as you smiled. you two exited the convenience store and sat down at a nearby bench, just relaxing after a long day of work, studies, and practice. you rummaged in the bag, and you pulled out the drink you introduced him to. "here ya go, samu." you said as you handed him the drink, with osamu thanking you in a small mutter as he reached for it.

there was a split second when his whole body jolted up and froze–and it was in the very instance that his fingers were wrapped around yours. you didn't flinch, you found nothing wrong with the way he was holding your hand, you felt a little warmed up at the feeling, really. osamu blushes a bright pink when he realized just what the soft, gentle feeling was underneath his fingers was, and he tried pulling away, but his mouth ran quicker than his hand and his mind, and he blurted out:

"ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft..."

"you... really think so?"

"i-i mean... you feel... just right, i mean...!" he blurted out again, trying to cover up his embarrassing confession, merely blushing even worse while you stifled a giggle and smiled right up at the flustered, pink mess of the boy that he was. he could be serious, calm, and deadpanned at times–but around you, his one and only weakness, the only person who can pull him to be more expressive, emotional, and fired up at times–he can be a shy, cute little lover boy. and he doesn't mind getting used to being rattled by how much you make him melt, he adores being made into an embarrassed puddle of adoration and devotion to you, always.

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melminli · 3 months

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Devil's Advocate II

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - after you died, you didn't really find it surprising to end up in hell. though, what you did find quiet amusing was that your life down here sucked just a bit less than the one before.

word count: 1.5k

contains: cursing, strong language, sinner reader, violence, religious themes (obviously), sexual themes, demon horniness

part I

"So...ya and that pretty lady over there seemed to be pretty tight, if ya know what I mean." Angel Dust asked curiously, ready to hear some tea. He grinned as he tilted his head to the side flirtatiously. "She some ex of yours, or somethin' like that?"

Husker just looked at him with his usual grim look while he was cleaning a few glasses. Then his gaze briefly wandered away to your figure, who was forced to deal with the Radio Demon and the Princess of Hell. Yeah, you haven't really been successful in getting out of this hotel yet.

"None of your business." He said with his monotone voice and let Angel hang his head in disappointment. "...I'm far too sober for this shit."

A groan could be heard. "Oh, come on, ya grumpy cat! Don't leave me high and dry, I know there's some good story to be heard!"

Before Husker could leave him hanging one more time, a red demon manifested next to them, much to their surprise. "I would also like to hear this good story, if you wouldn't mind sharing it with us, my good friend!" Alastor expressed his interest and looked menacingly at the barkeeper for a few seconds to make it clear that he did not have the privilege of turning his request down.

Fuck you, Larry. This is all your fault. "...we go back a long way." He reluctantly shared the information. "She was obsessed with money back then too, so I saw her in the same casino as me sometimes. Though, she died a long time before me, so I've only really known her since I went to hell." He summarized as briefly as possible.

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" He asked, a little disappointed, even though he hadn't expected the man in front of him to be a good storyteller. "How did she die?"

Cat eyes looked a little nervously at the two people in front of him, while he didn't make a sound. How unfortunate, Alastor thought to himself, and his sharp teeth showed as he understood the situation. "Looks like Husker isn't allowed to tell us this information. That's very interesting! Very interested indeed..." He laughed, and his creepy gaze shifted briefly to your figure. "Seems like we need to find out directly from the source."

The once Overlord looked over at Angel Dust with slight concern and saw how the spiders' eyes were also glancing towards your form. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, but demons as reckless as him fell into your trap like flies to a web. Besides, it wasn't like he was on your best side right now. "I'd be careful." He said to the crowd even though he didn't give a rat's ass about Alastor. "She's not known for making packs with demons left and right for nothing, and I can assure you there's not the slightest chance of escaping from her contracts once you're in it." He said and added. "That's the price for holding up her end of the deal without any sneaky tricks, I suppose."

Well, that sounded unusual. After all, it was normal that one Demon after another stabbed the other in the back, there was no such thing as trusting the other person's word. But maybe that was why you were so popular. "Calm down, I'm not gonna sell my soul to her." Angel laughed. I couldn't even if I wanted to.

Husker placed another clean glass on the counter. "It doesn't have to be your soul. She'll find something she wants from you, and she's good with her mouth, so you'll give it to her. They all do in the end." He said and reached for a bottle of whiskey, ignoring the two incredulous looks he received. He took a sip and was initially confused as to what was going on with the two until he realized what he had said and choked on his drink. "Words! I meant to say words, damn it." He corrected himself.

Alastor didn't blink for a few seconds, and Angel, on the other side, just laughed amusedly. Maybe he wasn't so wrong with his first guess, after all. "Of course ya were."

"Well, thank you for your kind hospitality, but I'm afraid that I'll be taking my leave now." You spoke to the two girls. As much as Charlie regretted it, she couldn't convince you to spend a few nights at the Hazbin Hotel. Apart from the fact that she would have had a new guest, it might have enhanced the hotel's reputation if someone as renowned as you had visited. Though, unfortunately that didn't work out.

I've messed up again. Charlie tried not to look too depressed, even though she really was an open book. "Oh, all right. Thanks for listening to me."

You smiled while rubbing her shoulder. "Of course, darling." You replied, but that didn't really seem to cheer her up. You couldn't help but be a little gentler with her, she had a good heart for a hell born. "Let's make a deal." You suggested to her as an idea popped into your head.

Right after the sentence came out of your mouth, Vaggie narrowed her eyes and stepped protectively in front of her girlfriend. "Charlie doesn't make deals with demons like you." She said protectively, and you leaned closer to her at what she said. Your pupils narrowed to slits and two more eyes opened menacingly on your face. "What do you mean with demons like me, little lady, hm?" You asked her as the light in the room began to flicker, and you saw her continue to stand her ground, even though you could smell the slight fear emanating from her.

You pulled back again and returned to your normal self. "I'm just kidding, I know I'm a greedy bitch." You laughed out and saw how Vaggies eye twitch in irritation while Charlie laughed along a little uncomfortably. "Well, even though I wouldn't mind making an official deal with the little princess, I was thinking more of a friendly kind of deal." You suggested. "I'll put in a good word if the subject of your hotel comes up with anyone I know, and in return, I'd just like to ask you for a teeny tiny favor."

That didn't sound so bad. It would be good for their image if someone like you would spread a few good things about the hotel. Before Charlie could agree, Vaggie straddled back in. "And what does this favor involve?"

You conjured up a collar with a bell and an old Poloroid camera with a snap of your fingers. "Make Husk wear this and take lots of photos of it. Preferably of the process too, 'cause I'm working on some thank you cards for my company." You say and put the two things in her hands. You then remembered something. "Oh! And give this to him too." You added and handed Charlie a piece of paper. "That bastard owes me sixty thousand dollars 'cause of that Berry guy, or whatever his name was."

You were about to turn around and walk to the door when you met two red eyes right in front of you. "Leaving us so soon, what a shame." Said the Radio Demon with a smile as you took a step back so that you were no longer face to face. "Your presence turned out to be quite entertaining, I too had secretly hoped that you would give our great hotel a chance." He announced, pointing his funny stick at you.

You pushed it aside with your finger. "Well, thank you, Blossom, but I'm afraid my presence is in demand at other places." You pronounced not very regretfully.

He raised an eyebrow and would find your nicknames more amusing if he'd understood the reference. "And where would that be?"

You looked neutral. "I actually have a massage appointment at six. See you then." You said goodbye and went away with a poof after you clapped with your hands.

A few seconds of silence passed after you disappeared, and Vaggie looked at the objects in her hands again, a little questioningly. "So, what's the best way to go about this?" She asked Charlie, who was already looking thoughtfully at the bar. "Let's ask him first. Maybe he's in a good mood."

Vaggie looked at the man in question and saw him drinking a large bottle of alcohol before throwing it in the back to get his hands on another one. "Sweetie, do you know Husk?"

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mitsies · 2 years

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flirting ; jujutsu kaisen

yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki, satoru gojo / gn reader

; yuta okkotsu -

‣ yuta's so shy when it comes to flirting, especially as a first-year

‣ once he realizes he likes you, it's over for him- he can't speak to you like a normal human being, or else he actually might explode

‣ he just thinks you're so perfect, he can't flirt with you- he's already trying hard enough not to pass out holding a regular conversation

‣ but sometimes, if he's feeling brave, he'll casually pass you a flower he 'found'

‣ (he didn't just find it. he spent, like, forever trying to pick a perfect one from a pretty field.)

‣ sometimes, though, he slips up and lets a real genuine compliment slip; he'll talk about some aspect of your personality he adores so truthfully- he doesn't even realize he's rambling about you, to you until he's said it

‣ after he comes back from africa, these flirtations are a lot more purposeful but he typically still ends up more flustered than you

yuta's face burned red as dawn as you grinned mischievously, holding in a laugh. "say that again, please?"

he had to turn his gaze from you as you borderline pleaded at yuta to repeat what he'd just said. your hand laced with his own and he already knew he'd lost.

"i said," yuta near-whispered, daring a glance back at you, "i really like your voice. i mean, it's so nice to listen to, and it's so you, i could listen to it all day-"

he cuts himself off when he noticed you beaming at him and he chokes on his words. "i didn't mean to sound creepy," he rushed to add, "it's just-"

"it's okay, yuta." your voice was bright with barely contained affection. "i like your voice, too."

; megumi fushiguro -

‣ see, megumi THINKS he's flirting

‣ when in reality, he's just being... normal

‣ well, society's normal standard of kindness- for him, it's a huge step, but for anyone else, it's basic human decency

‣ nobara once asked if he was dropping hints to his crush, and he responded yes! when asked for examples he told her abt:

‣ that one time he let you use a pencil in class bc you forgot yours

‣ and the other time he half-smiled at your pitiful joke because no one else reacted

‣ another time he told gojo to shut up because he was pestering you (this one was more for him than you, though)

‣ but in all realness, megumi really doesn't know how to flirt with you either

‣ he doesn't get too nervous per se, he just doesn't know how to outwardly express his interest- these little acts of kindness are the best he can manage

‣ he wishes he could do more but he can't- little does he know, it's more than enough

you pulled your thin jacket tighter for the 4th time in the past few minutes. megumi would know, he's been keeping track.

his mind was whirring with questions of what to do; were you cold? (yes, obviously, if you were shivering this much.) should he offer to go grab your coat? (no, he wouldn't even know where it was.) how else could he help?

megumi sighed to himself before shrugging off his sweater. this was the best idea he had. he couldn't have you freezing to death before you caught on to his feelings.

"you're cold," megumi stated plainly. you looked over at him, slightly amused as you responded.

"really? i didn't notice." he rolls his eyes, turning his head to hide his (flushed) cheeks. he didn't succeed. a navy crewneck was tossed towards you, and you caught it stiffly with your numbed hands.

"just shut up and use that." you didn't miss the softness of his voice. beaming, you shrug the crewneck on, smelling the rush of herbal tea and cinnamon- before brushing closer to megumi and taking his arm.

"thank you, i appreciate you, y'know." he felt himself almost falter with your words, before regaining his composure.

"i appreciate you, too."

; toge inumaki -

‣ inumaki is a tease when he flirts with you, and he's confident and everything too!

‣ he likes you, he doesn't hide it

‣ he writes you little notes which he leaves in places he knows for sure you'll find them eventually

‣ the notes usually say things like stupid complimentary jokes or really dumb pickup lines

‣ somehow, toge never runs out of them!

‣ he's more physically affectionate with you than others

‣ oftentimes, he'll approach you by trying to spook you, jumping into your side with a hand over your shoulder

‣ his touches linger, though, probably more than the touch of a friend's would..

maki snorted and panda laughed at the fearful noise you let out, watching you recoil as inumaki's eyes crinkled with laughter. his hand remained rested on your shoulder as you placed another hand over your chest, sighing.

"god, toge, why do you always do that?" he tipped his head at you and raised a brow. you met his eyes, and perhaps the contact lasted a little too long because maki cleared her throat pointedly.

"toge," she greeted, "panda was just telling us about the mission you both were just on." inumaki's face furrowed in faux-annoyance, displaying his feelings about the mission. you almost didn't notice how his hand slipped down your arm and into your hand.

his own palm was warm and soft in your own. a rush of heat took over your face and everything in you was fighting against the urge to squirm away. you glanced over to inumaki, tuning out maki and panda's chatter.

he was looking at you, once again with his eyes creased, glimmering with amusement. you were sure your face betrayed your nerves, and you were about to say something when maki called your attention.

she raised a knowing eyebrow. "everything alright?"

you dry swallowed air and nodded stiffly. "yeah," you turn your gaze to her. your hand, still holding toge's, tightens and you feel him squeeze yours back. "yeah, everything's fine."

; satoru gojo -

‣ this man is the WORST and i mean it with my whole heart

‣ he has no shame when it comes to flirting with you, and you are fully aware because he makes SURE of it

‣ the thing is, though, it's such a frequent occurrence that you're unsure of whether he really means it or is just messing with you

‣ so you mostly laugh his flirtations off- much to his frustration

‣ so.. he has points where he'll stop with the joking flirting and just be all serious and like weirdly genuine about how he feels, it throws you off fr

‣ he'll be making sex jokes and talking about how he's gonna propose and then whips out the most real compliment about your eyes and you're like 'oh...'

‣ you don't really know how to react, and while you're recovering, gojo resumes his stupid demeanor, giving you major whiplash

‣ he also does this at the worst times. like, in a meeting with the higher-ups he'll just look at you and be like 'you're the love of my life' and you are just like 😀

‣ he also buys you lavish gifts. like DESIGNERRR designer things

‣ he will blow his whole bank account on you if you ask

‣ (he does this even if you don't ask!)

you sat next to gojo on a bench, observing as the second-years fight tooth and nail. this was a regular thing, them deviating from the actual practice to beat each other up.

"why are they fighting this time?" gojo's lips curled into a smile at your question. the both of you kept your eyes trained on the students as he responded.

"panda lost maki's favorite polearm. the rest just got roped in." out on the field, angry shouting could be heard. you shook your head. "they're insane. we weren't like that as students, were we?"

"i was, at least." gojo turns his blindfolded gaze to you, and you look back. his hair looks soft and his skin dewy under the afternoon sun. "crazy about you! still am!"

you purse your lips and roll your eyes, turning away from him with a heavy, indicative sigh. you hope he can't hear the way your heart picks up its pace as it thunders loud in your ears. "sure you were, satoru."

you do not see his gaze soften, just a little, before he speaks again.

"i really was, y'know. from the start." you expect him to stop here. he does not.

"i think it was your kindness that made me fall for you at first," he mused, "when you insisted to help that kid home on our first mission, even though we could've had someone else take care of it.

you've always been like that. a good person. that's why i fell for you." gojo finished his statement and you blinked twice before burying your face in your hands.

"but anyways!" gojo clapped his hands together, jumping up from where he was sitting. you snapped your head back up to see him striding. "i should probably break this fight up before someone dies."

you stared as he walked off to the students. in the distance, you could see panda pointing over to you and tipping his head worriedly after he'd recovered from his beating, courtesy of maki. you must've looked like a mess because gojo just laughed.

he's going to be the death of me, you mused, he's going to be the death of me and i don't mind one bit.

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hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #fanfiction #i got mail!#my thoughts #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta x reader #yandere ticci toby x reader #tobyposting #ticci toby headcanons #yandere ticci toby #ticci toby x you

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crowned-aeris · 2 months

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Timkon Sun/Moon thing i just thought of

Tim watches Conner work from afar, his shirt loose, occasionally lifted from his skin by the whispering wind as his eyes scanned the Kryptonian's face.

With careful breaths, the third robin leans back against the railing as he listens to Conner rant about the farm life, and how one of the cows was being an utter bitch.

He smiles, nodding at the appropriate times as he felt his heart swell. Bathed in the high-noon sun, Conner Kent looked simply magical. His hair fluttering around his face, his too-blue eyes alight with a passion that would make even the sun cower.

And Conner really is like the sun, isn't he? Bright, sunny, warm, and capable of chasing away the cold of loneliness that seemed to hound at Tim's heels. If he was Jason, Tim thinks he'd compare their relationship to the ocean and the beach. Despite how the ocean may recede, Tim would always, always, always return to Conner's side.

"Are you even listening to me?" Conner huffed, amusement glinting in his eyes as his lips twisted into faux irritation.

"Yeah, you were talking about how Bessie keeps kicking over the bucket when you try milking her?"

"YEAH! I don't know how, but i swear every time I turn around, she's managed to kick EVERY. BUCKET. OVER."

He laughs, his chest practically shattering from how much he loves this man. Tim doesn't think he could ever stop loving him.

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Conner presses himself against Tim's side, peering over the boy wonder's shoulder to scan across the screen.

"How do you that Miranes was the one who did it?" he asked, resting his cheek against Tim's shoulder, the vigilante's face illuminated by the moon as they sat side by side next to the window.

"It matches his MO," Tim explained, never once making Conner feel stupid, "this is a relatively easy case, since Miranes apparently can't keep his hands to himself. Since he was last seen near the Alley, I'll hand the case over to Hood and have him take care of Miranes."

"You're so hot when you say stuff like that," Kon grinned toothily, feeling pleased as Tim flushed a vibrant crimson.

"Shut up," Tim hissed, turning his head to try and hide his blush.

Conner laughed, reaching over to gently turn Tim's head over. He wished the Bat's domino was off so he could stare into Tim's creepy little ice-like eyes.

He leans forwards and pecks at Tim's lips before the Bat gets the chance to twist out of his grip.

"CONNER!" Tim practically screeches, entire face a furious red as he hides away in his hands.

"Whaaaatt!" He complained with a pout, "I deserve a kiss, don't I?"

"God, I'm still on comms!" Tim hissed, and Conner could feel the instant the realization set in.

If he focuses closely, Conner can hear the sound of Nightwing's eerily calm voice coming from Tim's ear, "Hey, Red? Let Superboy know the next time he steps foot in Gotham, we will be ready for him with a special.... gift 🥰"

Conner and Tim lock eyes for a brief second, and the Kryptonian couldn't help but think if Nightwing kills him while he's pursuing the light of his moon, then Conner's time on earth would've been 100% well spent.

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Just a soft thought, in which Jisung has a secret crush on you. He notices you all the time, whether you are in the school park reading books as your past time, in the library studying, or zoning out while the professor chatters in front of the class. It became his habit to look for you in the crowd, even when he was surrounded by friends, and he couldn't stop from grinning if he witnessed you smiling for what God knows. The idea of him crushing you from afar was fine at first, but as he observed you day by day, he realized you don't have any friends to hang out with. He wants to interact with you but doesn't know how.

this actually one of my writing prompt but lemme share. idk if this imagine has been written already so...

YOU FELL FIRST, BUT I FELL HARDER | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + gn!reader

synopsis. crushing on you from afar had been jisung's move for the past few months, and it had been really easy since he always stumbled upon you wherever he went, but his plan of never talking to you after your first (embarrassing) encounter was bound to never go through.

🌙 wc. 1.5k | au. college!au; mutual pining; hannie has a big fat crush on reader :(

It was early autumn when you met. You were being shown around the rather small campus by one of the school’s representatives, Chan, when Jisung, who was completely engrossed in frantically typing on his phone, bumped against you, making the both of you fall to the ground with a big ‘oof’, his body now on top of yours as your belongings went flying around.

You both widened your eyes, a deep blush creeping on Jisung's cheeks as he gulped, quickly climbing off of you and helping you get up from the grass by offering you his hand, which you gladly took, not without an embarrassed smile.

As you dusted off your clothes and Chan snickered a few meters away, Jisung repeatedly begged you for forgiveness, picking up your scattered belongings and offering to buy you lunch for the following week from the campus cafeteria to make it up to you, to which you responded with a small smile and constant reassurances that you were, in fact, fine, and him trying to make it up to you was completely unnecessary, though you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

And a quick, respectful bow later, you were walking once more by Chan’s side, looking at the buildings around you with a curious look. A look that, apparently, had struck Jisung more than he’d expected it to, had made him want to run towards you at full speed to catch up with your farthing figure so he could ask you out on a date, so he could get to know you better, so he could have the chance to listen to your heavenly voice and, hopefully, take a peek at your beautiful mind once more.

However, that interaction would be the only one you would have for the next few months (if we don’t count the stuttered and awkward greetings he’d say to you when you’d pass by each other in the hallways)—and it was simply because he did not have the courage to go up to you and start conversing. Would you even remember him? Would you laugh at his face if he asked you out on a date so out of the blue? Were you already taken or in love with someone else? He surely hoped that was not the case, but the more he stumbled upon you at the grocery store, library, favorite coffee shop, and lectures, the more it seemed improbable. You were just too perfect and beautiful to be single, so, as creepy as it sounded, he’d decided to just keep crushing on you from afar, since he’d somehow managed to convince himself he would be fine with it, even in the long run.

He’d grown accustomed to seeing you sitting on one of the benches in the park right next to your college campus before and after class as he took a walk with his to-go iced coffee in hand, either reading the book you always carried around or bopping your head to the rhythm of the music you were listening to through your obnoxiously large headphones, your soft features always painted with a sweet smile, which he’d unconsciously started to mirror as his cheeks became flushed with giddiness.

And his plan became a much easier task when the first semester ended and the new one started, which brought the both of you to have the same exact afternoon classes—he even held back an excited squeal when he saw you sitting right next to his usual spot, giving him the chance to finally speak to you and become friends; he just had to work up some more courage.

However, it seemed almost like as the weeks went by, he’d become an even more stuttering and awkward mess than before—hell, his stomach would flip and fill to the brim with butterflies if you brushed your hand against his by accident; how was he supposed to speak a full sentence without making a fool out of himself? So he’d often found himself admiring the amount of cuteness you radiated when, during your lecture, you zoned out, either staring at the big, scribbled on whiteboard or at the door as you mindlessly doodled hearts and cartoon characters on the piece of paper that was supposed to be filled with notes from the class.

And Jisung’s lover boy, whipped for someone aura and smile did not go unnoticed by his friends, who'd started teasing and poking fun at him whenever he’d pack up his stuff from the study room to rush to your shared class with a wide smile and red cheeks, or try to subtly ask them if any of them, or any of their other friends, happened to know you or your friends—which Jisung quickly got to know you did not have.

After all, if Chan, the man that was friends with every single soul roaming the halls and classes of the entire campus, and Hyunjin and Jeongin, who knew everything about everyone told Jisung they’d never seen you hang out with anyone, he wholeheartedly believed them—and it also explained why he himself had actually never seen you speak with anyone, if not for professors or group mates for projects. And right then, he knew his plan of crushing on you from afar until you both graduated was not going to go through. He knew he couldn’t leave you alone and let you fend for yourself the harsh university life.

“H-Hi.” Jisung muttered, your name coming out of his mouth so softly your heart clenched. You smiled and sat down on the seat right next to his—the one you knew he saved for you, given that he always removed his bag from it whenever he’d see you walk in his direction once you stepped in class.

“Hi.” you replied, taking out of your backpack your notebook and pencil case, not expecting him to continue talking since he never did—which was kind of a relief for you. You could barely contain yourself from showing how nervous and fidgety you actually felt around him, opting for a strong, confident facade instead—all because you still thought about how warm he felt when he fell on top of you all those months prior, how his cologne stayed on your clothes for the rest of that day, how your lips brushed against his ever so softly and how much you wanted to just pull him down and link them in a soft kiss.

And no matter how many months had passed since that moment, it still replayed in your head every time you closed your eyes to go to sleep, or whenever he’d speak to you; his raspy, low voice, made you feel dizzy just thinking about it. “Uhm…” Jisung poked your shoulder with his finger to try to catch your attention—as if he didn’t already have it. You hummed and turned your head to face him, eyes locked with his, trying to drink in as much of his beauty and warmness as you could. “I was just… I was wondering if you’ve already found someone to do the music theory project with?” he shyly asked, clearing his throat and strengthening his position when he noticed he was slouching.

You sank your teeth in your bottom lip and shook your head. “No, I’ve actually decided to, you know, do it on my own…” you mumbled, deciding to go for a half-truth instead of confessing that you were too shy to willingly interact with classmates if you had the option to do something on your own—including him, which you’d just recently acknowledged (or rather, accepted) you had a crush on, and you’d been trying to hint at it to him for quite a while now, but he was either too dense to catch your subtle advances or didn’t know how to reject you—you wholeheartedly hoped it wouldn’t be the latter.

“Oh… Nevermind.” he tried to play it off cool, but Jisung’s disheartened tone revealed just how sad the news had made him. “I’ll just do it on my own as well then…” Jisung murmured lowly, taking his pen in hand and writing down some bullet points for the project he now had to do alone, the whole speech he’d worked hard to convince you to be in a group with him now out of the window.

“Oh.” your eyes lit up—that was your chance to make your move. You fought against your shyness, against your fear of rejection and worked up your courage, chewing your bottom lip before placing a hand on his shoulder, “Then, would you like to exchange numbers?” you asked with a big smile, the sudden crimson blush appearing on his ears and cheeks reassuring you that maybe, just maybe, he liked you as much as you liked him. “You know, if either of us need help with the project, since we’re on our own...” you explained with a tinge of nervousness in your tone when he stayed silent for some time, warmth spreading all over your body and heart skipping a beat when he gave you the biggest, brightest smile you’d ever seen on his features.

Jisung then handed you his phone. “I’d love that.”

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bakiuwu · 1 year

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The Odd Traits Of A Hanma

This is a silly idea that I've decided to turn into a little series, based on a hc of mine that Baki,Jack, and Yujiro all have similar traits due to their Hanma blood, despite all of them being different. This fic is kinda like a case study if you, the reader, were in some type of relationship with one of the three and what odd behaviors you would experience with each Hanma.

The following traits you will experience with each Hanma are:

Staring problems

Unnerving sleeping patterns

Accidental stalking

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Staring problems:

All Hanmas have staring problems, Hanma's like to stare at someone who their interested in/in love with. Either if it's innocent, unconsciously, or intentional. All three hanma have this issue, but each of them have their own way of displaying this odd behavior ----------------------------------------------------

First Subject

Baki Hanma:

While being with baki, you may experience a habit of him staring at you. maybe while you're reading a book or doing the dishes, you can feel the soft but heavy gaze coming from the less threatening Hanma as he sits in the living room. You're able to sense his eyes following your every movement. At first, you dont mind when he does it. You think it's cute, honestly.

Him being enamored by your very existence of doing the most mundane things. Wanting to watch your every step, It made you feel special in a way. Like his eyes were only made for you. One day, while cleaning in the kitchen, you came up with the idea to stare back at him while he does his usual staring, You put down the dish you were working on and being to stare at your silly boyfriend. You surely thought as soon as you meet his gazed, he'll shyly look away and joke about how you might think hes a weirdo for staring at you so much, ya know something to share a giggle over.............but..........he doesn't look away.

You stare straight at him, and he doesn't even blink....hes just....staring at you with a cute smile. His expression was soft, as like if he was in true bliss. You didn't know how to feel about it, it was cute but also.....creepy. You walk towards him while maintaining eye contact, thinking to yourself "....maybe he unconsciously stares... right?" You get closer to him, His pupils expanding wider as you kneel down to his level. You're now sitting in front of him, only a small space between the two of you. You gulp quietly, "uhm, baki....are you there?" his smile grows wider."Of course I'm here. Where else would I be? he innocently says while leaning closer. You nervously chuckle. " Heh....you sure do love to stare....heh."

Baki continues to stare deeply into your eyes for what felt like an hour. You weren't even sure if he was breathing anymore, making you feel even more unnerve. He slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, "Only at the things that I love," he says softly. He nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, letting out a small "hmmm."

You slowly return the hug, still not knowing how to feel about this situation. You nervously chuckle to yourself. "......aw.....how um sweet of you baki.....heh". The two of you hug for what felt like a decade, the only sound being your breathing and his heart beating. You realized you needed to pee." Hey, baki?.....I need to use the bathroom." He didn't say anything at first, but he slowly begins to release you from his hug, removing his head from your neck, still staring at you with those big innocent eyes.

"I love y/n," he's says so softly it was almost like a whisper. Your expression softness, despite how odd he's been acting. You take a deep breath and smile softly. He might be a little odd, but he's still your boyfriend. "I love you too, baki." You give him a small kiss on his forehead.

You can tell it caught him off guard. He starts blushing and cheesing like an idiot. You get up and head off to the bathroom, still being able to feel the loving gazed of your cute but odd boyfriend.......Baki Hanma

------------------------------------------------------- In conclusion, baki's staring isn't meant to be creepy.....he just enamored by you and wants to watch your every move.......it's innocent.

In the next part, we will go over how Jack Hanma displays this odd behavior

#baki the grappler #baki dou #son of ogre #baki hanma #jack hanma #yujiro hanma #baki headcanons #baki x reader #Bakiowo hcs

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latenightbreezeinheaven · 2 years

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Hot sexual attraction aspects and overlays in synastry (based on my experience with a particular guy) 🥵

🔥Lilith in 1st house overlay - I am the lilith person and he is the house person. I was sexually obsessed with him like every single time I thought about having sex, the first one who I fantasized about was with him. I just can't explain this type of feeling because I had never felt it with anyone before. I also felt like I could show the darkest sexual parts of me without worrying about him judging me and I could be wild as much as I want. 🖤

🔥Mars in 1st house overlay (especially conjuncting ascendant) - He is the mars person and I am the ascendant person. I don't know how he felt when he was with me but I felt so effing hot even when I was just making an eye contact and talking casually with him. My body feels tense suddenly till now whenever we meet and I feel like a hot pebble from the beach which is willing to get stepped on by him. 😂😭 By this, I'm not putting him on a pedestal but there is something about him that can ignite the sexual feelings unlike other guys and he can make me aroused just by an eye contact. Gurl even while I'm writing this, I'm sweating and blushing WELP. 💀

💓Sun conjunct venus - He is the venus person and I am the sun person. In most cases, they say that the venus person admires and adores the sun person no matter how they look or how they act. The attraction just comes naturally and I kinda agree with it because I once saw him looking at me with that look saying "you're my dream girl and I want you so much and I just want to see you happy and I like admiring from afar". 🤭 I'm not even exaggerating and I recognized that look from the start and I'm also never going to forget those eyes on me. However, as the sun person, I also love him. I think this aspect doesn't necessarily create a sexual hot tension between two people but this is more of like sweet love and adoration. 🥺💕

🔥Moon sextile mars - OH BOYY now I just realized why I LOVE men who have cancer mars. It's because their mars sextile my moon in virgo!! 😏 I've also experienced moon conjunct mars where I was the moon person and it was also insanely intense and hot. However, with him, I have a sextile and it was also not very different from the arousal that I got with the conjunction. And I think this aspect doesn't only create physical attraction but as the moon person, I was also attracted to how he moves, initiates and how he gets angry. This is soo weird but I love aggresive side of him and his passion towards his goals.

🔥Sun square mars - He is the sun person and I am the mars person. I don't know how this aspect actually works but I just feel like this creates those "ur so hott u know that lil mf" feelings in me as the mars person and I just love his personality and his ego. Yes loving his ego is weird but it's true. 😐

🔥Mars trine mars - I just felt naturally attracted to his sexual side. I just couldn't let him stay in my mind without having sexual thoughts. I felt like we are also naturally inclined sexually. Like we have a sexual chemistry. 👀

🔥Mars trine neptune - I am the mars person and he is the neptune person. This aspect can actually create illusions about having sex with him from my side for sure as neptune is not the easy one to deal with for me PERSONALLY. And I just noticed that neptune is a generational planet and I often have a strong desire to merge with those who have their neptune trining my mars.

🔥Mars opposition pluto - He is the pluto person and I am the mars person. I don't know who gets obsessed more here but from my side, as I mentioned above, I was literally melting for him. He is not even hot at all. He doesn't have those qualifications of a hot summer boy from the beach but I can't take my eyes off him when he's around and I also love LOVE touching him a lot. Sorry if this sounded creepy though lol 😂

💓Ascendant conjunct ascendant - Most people say that this is a soulmate aspect and I think we may also be because we have so many similarities. The habits, the mindset, the words we communicate, the way we act. The funny thing that happened was I got sick about two days before my birthday and he also got sick two days before his birthday lmao. 😹 Also I feel very familiar with him because the way we express ourselves to the outer world is almost the same and I feel like we can understand each other for how we act in the public and the outsiders are just outsiders and we are just in our little world. 🍃

✨Extra - We also have other similar aspects in our natal charts. We both have a cancer stellium. We both have a 12th house stellium. We both have mercury in cancer in 12th house. We have sun in 12th house (he's cancer and I'm gemini). His vertex conjuncts my vertex in synastry too and both of our vertex are in our 4th houses although we were not even born in close years. To be really honest, he's a lot A LOT older than me. But don't creep out though. I just have daddy issues and I'm not kidding. 😫

And tbh, even though I wrote those tenses with the past tense, I still get those wild feelings in my stomach and my heart always beats crazily whenever I see him. 😩

This is the end and thank you for reading to the end! You can also share your experiences with the person you had a strong sexual attraction and the placements you both shared because I'm soo curious. Have a great day! 💌

#synastry observations #synastry overlays #synastry #synastry notes #astrology notes #astro content #astrology observations #astro community #astrology #lilith in 1st #mars in cancer #sun conjunct venus #moon conjunct mars #sun square mars #mars trine ascendant #cancer stellium #12th house stellium #mercury in 12th house #sun in 12th house

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 6 months

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Getting stuck in a vent or crawlspace at Fazbear's Fright and being alarmed to hear that creepy bunny animatronic shuffling around. You had heard from the new security guard that he swears it moves around at night, but you had thought it was just his hallucinations from getting too sleep-deprived each night. Can it really move on its own?

Once it gets closer you realize it's found you and you feel it grab you. Yet instead of trying to kill you, it seems to be pulling at your legs after a moment. Is it trying to get you out? You won't complain considering nobody else would be in the building until morning. You're constantly thanking the character, feeling so stupid for talking to it like it's a person but grateful nonetheless, but suddenly you feel its hands reach your waist; instead of pulling you out though, it tears at the button of your jeans until it gives and then yanks your pants all the way off.

Before you can ask what the fuck its doing or try to kick away, the animatronic tears your undergarments and you feel its suit pressing against you. The cold metal of the exposed animatronic and irritating fur material is uncomfortable, but unexpected--what ISN'T is the blunt fleshy...thing being pushed through the exoskeleton's gaps and rubbing your entrance. It's...this thing is a human? Or it has one inside the suit? How the hell are they alive?

You plead and scream for help as it pulls your legs apart and starts to attempt to enter you. You hear a sickening rasp muffled by your position in the vent and the feeling of its cock sinking into you. It's barely warmer than the metal of the suit, some of which is pressing into the flesh of your thighs and backside as the animatronic starts to frantically thrust into you. It---he?--can only manage to penetrate you for about five or six inches, as after that you feel part of the metal exoskeleton preventing further access to your walls. But with how this monster is panting and groaning and gurgling, it doesn't seem frustrated much by the barrier. A few jagged edges of the exoskeleton pinch and scratch your ass and thighs as he thrusts faster and faster.

You barely make out intelligible words as it fucks into you: "mine," "little fool," "30 bloody years without," "more," "suffer". When he cums inside, you can barely stay conscious and are sobbing, begging for help from someone, anyone. You feel your own orgasm crash through you, offering a temporary rush of endorphins and relief from this nightmare. You feel it yank your body by the legs out of the container and you land on the filthy tiled floor, and you finally get a glimpse of the monster wandering around this place. You see the hidden face inside the exoskeleton and scream again. How is this man alive? Who are they? And why were they doing this to you?

He drags you by the ankles and throws you into a storage room. There's a sizeable gap in the flooring leading to a hidden area, a crawlspace that could easily hide you from view. The abomination continues to rasp and it twitches as it moves, binding your hands and feet. The animatronic shuffles around the room, shoving giant storage boxes against the one door leading out and the vent nearby, and attaching stacks of spare costumes to the walls. Your blood runs cold when you see it reach for the building key on your lanyard, the only one aside from your only other employee besides the manager's (who rarely comes by, and may not even know about this place). He hides the key inside the head of its exoskeleton far beyond your reach, and you sob as it crawls on top of you to line itself up with your cunt again. You shut your eyes tight, but the sound of ghostly groaning, creaking metal, and the stench of the ruined foam and rotting corpse inside makes sure you can't take your mind off this hell.

The night is a terrifying blur, and when the monster finally has its fill, it tears off a piece of its suit and shoves it far into your mouth. The taste makes you gag, and you're unable to spit the large chunk out without risk of choking. You're shoved into the crawlspace and the creature moves stacks of storage boxes in front to keep you totally concealed. You fall unconscious, limp and much worse for wear.

The next evening, Mike comes in and sees a new message from his absentee manager on the answering machine.

"Heyyyy, man! So sorry about this, but we're gonna need you to stay every night from now on. The other night guard bailed on us without putting in her two weeks, which is a real bummer. She didn't even let us know she left; her key was on the front desk and the Help Wanted section of the paper was circled over and over with a red marker. Red? Dark brown? Ah well. Anyway, I know it sucks dude. But check it out, I think one of the other employees installed a new sound effect! It sounds super sick, like you can hear one of the victims' ghosts or something crying and begging to get out. Maybe we can work it into the story for the animatronic we found, like the guests have to save the spirit or something. But we'll have to fix up the timing though, sometimes it'll start up out of nowhere during the day. Anyway, don't get spooked if you hear it play during the night; like everything else here, it's probably just on the fritz, haha. Also...I don't wanna be a prude, but if you brought a girl here this week, you uh...left something behind. I don't like to breach the Bro Code, but clean up a little next time, man! If you wanna bring any freaky chicks that wanna get boinked in a creepy place like this, be a little more discreet. And let me know if she has a hot freaky friend!"

#fem darling #.myshit #.springtrap #.william afton #yandere william afton #yandere fnaf #.fnaf #tw: noncon #tw: blood

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