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moon7jay · 6 months

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ok ok but like subby needy hee🥺 he’s so pathetic all he want are ur tits all up in his face as u fuck urself on him🙏🙏🙏

-⚫️ anonie

( i need to go to jail)

MDNI

Loser heeseung honestly. U r horny and ur neighbor is ur only option so u r at his door the next second in the sluttiest dress u own.

Heeseung's eyes falling out of his sockets when he sees you practically naked in front of him, leaning against his door, ur smile blinding his glass covered eyes.

"Won't u ask me to come in heeseung baby?", ur sultry voice makes him gulp and he steps back to let u in, unable to decide where to look at. Ur perfume is so sweet he's salivating as u pass by him.

Soon enough u go from small talk to shameless flirting as u make the shy boy sweat. Getting too touchy and pouting when he steps back from u, ears red and flaming

"do u not like me heeseung? Am I not pretty enough for u" u ask running ur fingers over his sturdy chest and he's stuttering to reply quickly, worried that he offended u. U smile at him and pull him closer to you, his words catching up in his throat, u take his hesitant hands and keep them on your waist

"Touch me baby, I know u want to" u whisper in his ear, biting his lobe and ur panties soaking wet at hearing him whimper.

Next thing u r doing is straddling his lap on the couch, your tongues fighting for dominance which he readily gives to u, letting u fuck his throat however u like.

Your crotches making a mess together, rubbing and grinding,moans and gasps of pleasure falling . the dress u wore torn apart now that heeseung's hands got the permission to grope u. You grabbed his hairs roughly and grinded onto his dick, his cockhead hitting ur clit

"Please, please, please" he whimpered into your mouth as the pleasure u were giving him drove him crazy. "Yeah? " U asked him, yanking his head back to expose his neck and sinking your teeth into his already red and bruising skin. The moan that left his mouth was pornographic, his hands digging into ur ass, hips thrusting up to penetrate u. U chuckled at his efforts "use ur words like a good boy" U cooed at him, stopping ur grinding hips, tears sprang up to his eyes at ur words, he wanted to worship u.

"W-Wanna put it in u p-please, gonna die"

U didn't need to be told twice, too horny to tease him more, guiding his tip into your hole, both of y'all moaning in satisfaction when u buried him in ur snatch to the hilt.

"Isn't this what u dreamed of?" U panted into his mouth, slamming ur hips on his dick, moving up and down. His tongue hung out side of his mouth as he watched u bounce on his dick transfixed.

"Every night" he wanted to say but settled on nodding like a pussy drunk freak, thrusting upwards to meet ur hips, intensifying the squelching sounds from ur sexes meeting. His lips latch onto your tits, moaning against them in pleasure. oh how long he has waited to do this to u.

He was not going to let u go now that u were in his arms, but u didn't know that.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #lee heeseung #enha #enhypen #enhypen hard hours

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anton-luvr · 6 months

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can you do riize being the little spoon after a tiring day please 🥺🙏 and congratsss om 400 🎉

# WHEN THEY'RE THE LITTLE SPOON AFTER A TIRING DAY ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff & slight angst (?) | bf au ⚝ note ; ty anon!! sorry for how long this took,, i hope u like it! <3

# SHOTARO. - he's still smiling like he usually does, but you can see the tiredness behind it. he's not used to sharing with others how tired he gets somedays, but that changes now with you. lets himself fully rest in your embrace, head on your chest and his arms around your waist as he falls asleep, knowing that there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.

# EUNSEOK. - the e in eunseok stands for exhausted. he doesn't say much, just a whispered "can you hold me?", so soft that you almost don't hear what he says. and of course you do, keeping your precious boyfriend close while he snuggles impossibly closer into your warm hug.

# SUNGCHAN. - despite his massive height, he looks so small in your arms. the poor boy is drained to the core, but all the stress of the day melts away the moment he rests his tired body on yours. the slow rhythm of your heartbeat and your fingers gently threading through his hair makes his eyes flutter shut as he floats off into sleep.

# WONBIN. - in wonbin's opinion, the best way to end a tiring day is to be completely wrapped in a hug from you. he doesn't even need you to say or do anything, he just needs to be physically around you to recharge himself. and so, he does - sighing in relief and comfort when you gently rub his back, chest pressed against his and legs intertwined together in bed.

# SEUNGHAN. - he tries to convince you that he's fine, but those heavy eye bags says otherwise. he's still insisting that he's fine till you tackle him to bed, keeping him down by hugging him tightly. by then, seunghan has to admit: he's really tired. thankfully, he had you right beside him, letting him rest for as long as he needs with your arms around his waist.

# SOHEE. - the moment he steps foot into your apartment, he's already clambering into your embrace. he doesn't get paid enough for the amount of energy he he has to use each day, and he needs the warmth of your body around his to comfort him. throws his arms around your neck, rests his head on your chest, and falls asleep with his body pressed against yours.

# ANTON. - today was simply too much for the poor boy, and thankfully, he had you to welcome him home with open arms. he lets you take care of him, resting his head on your arm while he has his around your body, having you beside him being just what he needed.

taglist : @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart @lycheecheeseyogurt

#sarah's 400 ! ☆#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #rizie angst #riize imagines #riize reactions #riize scenarios #riize drabbles #riize anton #riize sohee #riize seunghan #riize wonbin #riize sungchan #riize eunseok #riize shotaro

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tonyspank · 9 months

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LOST IN THE FIRE

black!singer!reader x jenna ortega (they/them pronouns, but there’s mentions of them having a pp, lol)

warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst i guess, my poor attempts at humor again, social media w a bit of irl

a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a social media book. so this is just something fun i came up with, i hope you enjoy :) it’s also a way i can put u guys onto my fav songs 🤭

faceclaim: khalil beth

Is Percy Hynes White Dating Jenna Ortega?

Jenna and Percy have yet to confirm or deny dating rumors, but they have posted many cute cast photos of one another on Instagram. On top of that, Jenna took Percy as her plus one date for the 2023 Golden Globes — and they're set to star in a movie together!

━━━━ iMESSAGE

3 talented artists + jack lani - kehlani jackie - jack tae - matteo

lani Y/N sweetie..

jackie 🙁

tae what'd i miss??

jackie Y/N's fav ex is dating an ugly man 🥺

tae JENNA? NAHH

tae let's hope she leave him too 🤞

tae she'll miss the bbc 🥲

lani omg wdf 😭😭

you ...

jackie now the dots was a lil dramatic

lani JACK 😭😭

you jack stfu before i shave ur beard

tae got his ass

lani LMFAOO

jackie 🤐

tae ok ok but Y/N how are u rn?

lani frr like talk to us

you wdym?

you we broke up why would i be bothered

jackie

🤨

tae 💀💀

lani i've never met anyone who still likes their exes posts

you it's called being mature

you i am able to support her regardless of what happened

tae it's called being delusional

jackie laughed at "it's called being delusional"

jackie i have an idea

jackie

tae fam what is ur camera roll? 💀

lani what's ur idea jack

jackie i'm gonna ask demi for an invite to the scream 6 premiere

jackie then me and Y/N gon jump percy in front of jenna right

lani

side-eye…

jackie and then jenna gon be like

jackie oh my god not my mans getting his ass beat by my ex & their bsf tf

you please stfu 🙏

jackie bro

jackie i'm tryna help you save ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert

tae laughed at "i'm tryna help you safe ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert"

lani 😭😭😭😭

lani i can't breathe

you it's literally just a rumor that they're dating tho

you & i'm not going to the premiere

jackie mhm

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y/nhart what's your favorite scary movie? 🔪 #ScreamVI @screammovies

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screammovies You, of course. 🔪🩸 > y/nhart can we kiss?

jackharlow what did you say in the group chat? > y/nhart that jack harlow is a flop 🤫

user15 bro doing everything but dropping an album 💀 > user1 ong. right my wrongs ep was amazing but it's been 8 months 😭

mrmatteo where was my invite? > y/nhart drop a song then let's talk > user3 what a hypocrite 💀

user8 bite me

kehlani you could never be ghostface > screammovies Its always someone you know. 👻🔪🩸

user11 GO TO THE STUDIO

user992 i have $1,000 frank will drop before this mf

user90 MORE JENNA AND Y/N CONTENT??? > user78 i missed them :')

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Your eyes were starting to water due to the number of flashes from the cameras that were going off around you. The bright lights made it difficult to keep your eyes open, but you knew that this was just part of being in the spotlight.

Jack places a hand on your arm, slightly shoving you towards the exit. You ignore the yells of your name and continue to make your way off the carpet.

Your bodyguard, who had been standing nearby, steps in to create a path through the crowd, shielding you and Jack from the relentless paparazzi.

"Did you talk to Jenna?" Jack asks, leaning close enough for his voice to be heard.

You send the bearded man a glare, shaking your head. "No. I don't even think she's walked the carpet yet."

Jack raises an eyebrow before turning his head to the carpet, which is still filled with celebrities and flashing cameras.

He scans the area, searching for any sign of Jenna among the chaos. He then turns back to you with a smirk on his lips. "I think you're just ducking her."

You roll your eyes at Jack's teasing remark.

"Please, like I have time to play hide and seek with Jenna. I'm just trying to avoid the relentless paparazzi."

You gesture towards the swarm of photographers jostling for the perfect shot.

Jack hums, his smile widening. A thought clicks into his head, causing his smile to drop.

"Oh, yeah! I talked to Melissa, and she is fine as fuck."

You thin out your lips. Jack probably didn't know she was married.

"I'll tell her husband you said that."

"You know what they say. Don't let your husband distract you from finding the love of your life."

You chuckle at his joke.

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"May I say you look amazing tonight?" The interviewer states, smiling as they admire your appearance.

You smile, bringing your hands together to calm yourself before responding.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you a big fan of the Scream franchise?" The interviewer asks, moving their microphone closer.

You nod, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely! Ghostface is such an iconic character, and I love the twists that they put in the movie. It just always keeps you on your toes."

The interviewer chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm. "I completely agree! The Scream franchise has definitely left a lasting impact on the horror genre with its clever storytelling and memorable characters. Speaking of memorable characters, whose is your favorite?"

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky as you bite down on your lip.

"Uhh... It's hard to choose just one, but if I had to pick, I would say Roman Bridger. I didn't suspect him at all, and his reveal as the mastermind behind everything in Scream 3 was a total shock. Plus, Scott Foley's performance was absolutely chilling."

The interviewer nods, appreciating your choice. "I couldn't agree more. He's surely one to remember."

You nod again, smiling. "For sure. I've always wanted to play Ghostface. Taking off the mask and revealing your plan must be so fun."

The interviewer laughs and says, "I'm sure you'd do great."

Before you could respond with a thank you, the interviewer speaks up.

"Jenna! It's so nice to see you." You turn to see Jenna, your heart dropping at the sight of her.

You force a tight-lipped smile at the brunette. "Hey Jenna, long time no see," you say, trying to sound casual.

Deep down, you can't help but wonder if she still thinks about you.

Jenna returns the smile. "Yeah, it's been a while," she replies softly.

Memories of your past together flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for reconciliation.

"You guys are so stunning, I can't even!" The interviewer gushes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Jenna chuckles, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns her attention back to the interviewer.

"Jenna, I've gotta ask. Are you a fan of Y/N's music?" Jenna nods her head, glancing at you again before answering.

"I am. They're very talented musically, and I'm waiting for another album."

You try to fight back a smile, but it fails miserably. The interviewer notices your failed attempt to hide your smile and chuckles.

"Seems like there's mutual admiration here," they remark, noticing the subtle connection between you and Jenna.

You tilt your head, shrugging a bit. "I guess you could say that. Jenna's very talented herself, both musically and in acting."

Jenna feels the butterflies in her stomach erupt as you compliment her.

She's missed you, and she wants nothing more than to reconnect with you. She blushes slightly and responds, "Thank you."

━━━━

You walk over to Jenna, interrupting her conversation with Percy. "Jenna."

Jenna turns towards you, a surprised expression on her face as she pauses mid-sentence.

"Come home with me?"

Jenna's eyes widen as she processes your unexpected request, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, why not? Let's go."

Percy furrows his eyebrows, watching you and Jenna walk off together.

When you arrive home, you take off your jacket and help Jenna with hers.

Jenna mumbles a thank you before making herself comfortable on the couch.

She looks around the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing as you've changed a few things since the last time she was there.

Jenna's eyes linger on a Polaroid of you and her, capturing a happy memory from months ago. Of course, Jenna still loved you, but was she ready to take the risk of getting hurt again?

She couldn't bear the fact that things might not work out between you two, causing more heartbreak.

Fame had always been a double-edged sword for Jenna. While it had brought her success and recognition, it also came with constant scrutiny and pressure.

It's what ruined you two. Jenna being constantly busy due to acting and you constantly being busy due to singing made it difficult for you both to find quality time together.

Despite the love that still existed between you, the demands of your respective careers created a growing distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

You walk into the living room, two glasses of wine in your hand. "Actually," Jenna speaks up, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

She continues, "Could we sit on your balcony?"

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course," you say, leading the way to the balcony.

As you settle into the comfortable chairs, the city lights twinkling below, Jenna takes a deep breath and says, "I miss moments like this, just being together without any distractions."

You take a sip of your wine, pausing to savor the flavor before responding. "Me too," you say, gazing out at the night sky.

"I missed you."

Jenna's eyes soften, and she reaches over to gently touch your lap. "I missed you too," she whispers.

"I hope you know that I'm not dating Percy."

"I know," you reply, a small smile forming on your lips. "I knew you wouldn't downgrade like that."

Jenna chuckles softly, her dimples beginning to show. "That's hilarious."

A silence falls over the two of you.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone other than you," you snap your head towards her, your heart swelling with love at words.

She always knew the right thing to say.

"You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N." Jenna's eyes meet yours, her brown pupils glistening in the moonlight.

"I can't find myself being vulnerable or trusting with anyone else." She finishes off, breaking away from your gaze.

You don't say anything, you just place your hand over top of hers, which was resting on your lap.

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y/nhart 12...??...23...lost in the fire...earned it...all mine...confident...all mine...oui...greece...get me...kiss land...for free

➕➕➕.

meltdown...i'd do anything to make you smile...boyfriend,girlfriend...rambo...let em'know

@chancetherapper @djkhaled @kehlani @travisscott @jackharlow @feliciathegoat @theweeknd @bnyx

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user12 OMFG BRUH

user99 AOTY

jackharlow deluxe 🔜

bnyx 👨‍🍳🔥🎶

theweeknd 🫡

user77 couldve had better feats tbh > user880 STFU

djkhaled 🔥🔥🔥 WE'LL NEVER STOP 🛑!!!

>user14 TELL EM BRING OUT THE ALBUM ALREADY

user67 i'm about to cry.

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y/nsrealwife posted on Instagram.

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y/nsrealwife i stand by what i said

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user11 unknown? it's jenna😭 > y/nrealwife me when i'm delusional

user45 there's no misses on the album + they ate down in the deluxe > user89 came in my pants when they came on the track w that "t-time, t-time, t-time.."

user66 can we talk abt for free? bro had like 10 viagra pills before pulling up to the studio > user77 💀💀💀

jackharlowsbeard kehlani & jack on the album made me so happy.

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y/nhart mega christmas dump 🎄@jennaortega @jackharlow @mrmatteo @kehlani

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tonyspank had to put it in a collage due to the 10 photo limit 🙁

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hearts-4-vicky · 4 months

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hi my loves 😛 back with wony this time!!!🫶🏼

warnings: g!p reader, dom reader, 7th member of ive reader, established relationship, pet names, sub wony, sensitive wony, unnie kink, unprotected sex, squirting, nipple sucking, creampie, masturbation, praise🤫🧏, yujin comes outta no where😭

🙏 not proofread so😝

i feel like wony would DEFINITELY masturbate to her gfs fancams when you’re gone cuz babygirl so needy🥺 but she’d be so loud??? like sweetheart, lets calm it down a bit🥺🙏

While your ‘LOVE DIVE’ fancam was playing in the background, wony had two of her long fingers in her cunt, trying to mimic your rough thrusts but nothing could ever compare to you😔 Before she could add a third, her door opened “Wony? Princess, I’m bac- Oh!” there stood the woman plaguing her mind, you. “You jerking off to me baby? miss me that much huh?“ you smirked, slamming her door shut and walkin toward her, stripping with every step you took, “unnie…. help your princess? please?” wony whined, looking at you with her big, innocent eyes🥺 how could you say no to your babygirl when she was looking at you like that? Not wanting to waste a second, you get between her spread legs and get your cock out of your boxers, resting your tip on her folds. gripping her hips for balance, you look at her flushed face, waiting for approval😘 “tell me what you want baby” she didn’t realize you were even speaking, so focused on your features🥺 like a siren luring a sailor into her trap with her song, you had wonyoung memorized. from your head to your feet, wony loved every bit of it, every bit of you🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏 (me when ME WHEN)

“Baby? you listening?” giving a hip a lil tap, “huh? oh! sorry unnie, you’re just… really pretty” wonyoung whispers with the cutest smile🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i want her) “but, please hurry and fuck me” 😛 leaning forward to whisper in her ear “anything for you, wonyoung.” you hear wony’s breath hitch once you push your hips forward to be deep inside her. grunting at her tightness, you start to move, causing wonyoung to moan with occasional whimpers of pleasure. “takin unnie so good my gorgeous girl, doing so well” you groan into her neck, placing kisses on her every part 🥺with every thrust, you went deeper into wonyoung’s cunt. you move her legs to rest on your shoulders and to be deeper in her. with this new position wonyoungs moans turned into squeals and cries of your name!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

"a-ah! keep going unnie! stretching me s-soo good!!” her hands found the back of your head, pulling you down to her chest ❤️ circling her hard nipple with your tongue and rubbing the other, never slowing down your pace❤️❤️❤️ it seemed too much for wonys sensitive body as she felt a familiar knot in her stomach🥺🥺🥺🥺

“gah— unnie! s’too much…! s’too m-much for wony!” “c’mon baby, give- ugh, unnie one more? sound so fucking pretty, my girl”

resuming your pounding, wonyoung’s moans get louder, anticipating her release for a second time “unnie! FUCK!” wony had never came that hard ever in her life, tightening with every second passing by “shit, wony! gonna cum in you baby, fill you up with unnie’s cum, doll” with one last slam into wonyoung’s cunt, your cock exploded in her, fucking your load deeper and deeper into her warmth🤫🧏 wonyoungs vision started to get blurry, nearly passing out with every thrust into her sensitive pussy “s’too m-much unnie… s’too much…” she sobbed out, nails digging into your back, drifting off to sleep as your thrust came to a stop🥺 “My gorgeous girl, I love you with all my heart” (ME WHEN ME WHENNNNN) placing soft kisses on her face🥺🥺🥺🥺 pulling her into your arms, you turned so wonyoung was laying on you

“Yo, can I bor- WHAT THE FUCK.” Ive’s leader had walked into quite the sight, a naked, sleeping wonyoung and your cock still in her. “hi yujinnie! what’d you nee— why are you naked-“ “me next right”

hehe silly! me after texting my ex!!! whoops!!!! hahaha😂😂😂😂 (i miss you sm come back pls)

love you guys, stay safe, and dont text ur ex💋

-Vicky

#ive wonyoung #wlw #wonyoung date me #stan ive #vicky thoughts #ride my face wony #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung #wonyoung x reader smut #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung smut #wonyoung #ive smut #ive x reader #ive jang wonyoung

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vodika-vibes · 21 days

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*gently slides some credits over to you* spare some more Fordo x reader x Alpha-17 poly fics please my sweet vodika? 🥺🙏

Ruthlessness

Summary: You’ve been patient. You’ve been kind. But the Kaminoans have finally pushed you too far.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader x Fordo

Word Count: 1734

Warnings: Uh...Fordo gets experimented on and Reader loses her shit.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So. So. This probably isn't what you had in mind when you sent in this request, but I got smacked with the inspiration hammer. And this was born. This Song was the inspiration.

It’s late when your boys come to you.

Later to be more specific. You’re not unused to Alpha’s late nights, or Fordo’s for that matter.

But generally speaking, Alpha and Fordo don’t come to you if it’s after a certain point of night. They want to make sure that you’re getting enough sleep, that you’re able to function to the best of your ability the next day.

So when Alpha keys open your suite door at 2 am, all but dragging Fordo with him, your heart plummets into your stomach.

For a moment, one heart stopping moment, you think that your Fordo is dead.

There’s so much blood, and some of his limbs are twisted at unusual angles, and it’s not until he releases a pained groan and rolls onto his side to spit blood across your floor that you snap out of panicked girlfriend mode and into doctor mode.

You tie your hair up into a knot at the back of your head and rip your robe off, throwing it to the side to be dealt with later, and you drop to your knees next to him. “Alpha, I need my kit.”

“Where is it, cyare?”

“Under my bed, the green bag, not the blue one.” You don’t turn to see if he’s following your instructions, you know that he will. “Fordo, baby, can you hear me?”

His head rolls and you swallow your panic with great difficulty. Alpha returns with your med kit and the emergency gurney that you keep stored in your closet. He sets it up quickly while you go about removing Fordo’s armor.

He looks...bad.

His injuries wouldn’t look out of place on someone who’s been thrown from a speeder. Ideally you’d bring him to your medical suite, but…

Alpha brought him here, to you directly. Which means there is some information that you don’t have. Information that you don’t need. Not right now. Not yet.

Fordo’s eyes are closed, but he’s breathing. So you push everything from your mind except the next step you need to follow to keep him alive. You allow yourself a single touch of your fingers against his badly bruised, and bloodied, cheek. “It’s going to be alright, Fordo. I’m going to fix this.”

It takes you hours to pull Fordo back from the brink. Long enough that you have to send a comm to your coworkers telling them that you caught a bug and won’t be able to work today. Long enough that you skip not only breakfast, but also lunch and dinner.

But, by the time the sun sets, Fordo is stable. His wounds dressed, and is sleeping peacefully on the bed.

You leave Alpha watching him for as long as it takes for you to shower and make some quick food for the pair of you, and then you collapse on the couch next to Alpha, your head falling to his shoulder.

Now that you’re sure that one of the loves of your life isn’t going to die under your hands, you’re starting to tremble. And it’s obvious enough that Alpha, the other love of your life, wraps his strong arm around you and presses his hand against the back of your head.

“You did great, cyare.” he rumbles against your ear.

“Alpha...what happened?” It’s a demand. It’s a plea. You’re not sure, really, what it is, but you need to know. “He looked like he was thrown from a speeder-”

Alpha hesitates and you pull back to stare up at him. Alpha never hesitates. Ever.

You reach up and press your hand against his cheek, “Alpha?”

His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, and then he sighs and brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. Slowly he pulls you into a gentle kiss, and then presses his forehead against yours.

“You know the new Kaminoan who arrived the other day?”

“The doctor? Iza Nu or something, right?”

“Yeah. She had...ideas. Fordo-” He trails off, as though he doesn’t have the words to explain what he saw, what she did.

You consider his words for a moment, your gaze drifting from his face to linger on Fordo’s bruised and battered body, “If I’m understanding you correctly,” you murmurs, “Iza Nu did this to him.”

“...yes.”

You’re a doctor. You know exactly what would need to be done to a person to inflict those types of injuries on someone. In fact, you can even picture it in your head, exactly what tools would be needed, exactly how much force-

Not for the first time since you took this position, you feel the stirrings of rage deep in your heart. Unlike the previous occasions, though, this time you don’t shove the rage away. You don’t bottle it up.

This time you let is envelope you.

You’re done.

They have, finally, pushed you to the point where you can no longer look the other way.

You exhale slowly, and focus your attention back on Alpha and offer him the softest smile, “You look tired, love.”

His eyes close, “It’s been a long, long day.”

You hum your agreement, and gently card your fingers though his hair. “Fordo is using the cot, but he doesn’t need constant monitoring anymore if you want to sleep.”

“What about you?” He asks, pinning you in place with a serious gaze.

“I’m afraid I’m far, far too wired to try and sleep.” You trail your fingers down his cheek, “Will you try to get some sleep? For me?”

He searches your face for a moment longer and then he sighs and kisses you gently, “For you, I’ll try.” Alpha stands and pulls you with him, and he brings your hands to his lips, his gaze locked with yours, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You watch as he vanishes into the bedroom and listen as he settles in the bed. If you close your eyes, you can see him shifting and turning until he’s comfortable. If this was a normal day, you’d be tucked protectively against his chest and Fordo would be pressed against your back and their hands would wander as they regaled you with stories about the day-

But today isn’t a normal day.

You press a feather light kiss against Fordo’s forehead, and check his IV one more time, before you straighten and head for the door. With luck, you’ll be back before Alpha realizes you’re gone.

You quickly walk through the halls, until you reach the office belonging to the newest Kaminoan. Iza Nu looks just like all of her brethren, though draped in the crisp white jacket of a medical professional.

She tilts her head when she sees you, “Ah. Doctor, you are feeling better? I was saddened to hear that you were unwell. I was looking forward to working with you.”

You hum a response, “Is this your workspace?”

“Indeed.” She gracefully motions towards the massive surgical suite, “I’m still trying to clean-”

You step into the suite, and trail your finger against the cold metal of the surgical table. There’s blood on the floor. “It looks like you had a busy day.”

“Indeed, the clones are most interesting subjects.”

You walk further into the room and pick up a scalpel that was left out. It was made for Kaminoan hands, not your much smaller human ones, so it looks more like a dagger in your hands. “Is that right?”

“Do you not agree?”

“They’re still human.” You reply flatly.

“That is true, I suppose.” The door to the surgical suite slides shut, “Ah, you like my scalpel? It was specially made for my hands.”

You hum noncommittally.

She walks over to you and reaches out for the blade, and you smile as you dodge her hand and press the blade against her chest...and then into her chest. She staggers back, a surprised noise falling from her as you twist the blade and then pull it out.

“Y-you...what-?”

“I have been...patient. I have been kind. I have been gracious.” You list quietly, “I find that it takes a lot to make me angry. But you...in one day you managed to cross the line.”

“I don’t-”

“Stop talking.” You don’t raise your voice. You don’t have to. “No one is coming to help you.”

She slides backwards on the floor. “Perhaps...we can talk about this?”

“I spend the majority of the day trying to save the life of the man you decided would be your test subject.” You say flatly, “There is nothing to talk about.”

“Please...I didn’t know he was yours. Have mercy-” She pleads.

“Mercy,” You repeat the word, as though it was foreign, “I have no mercy left to give.” And that’s that.

You leave the surgical suite 15 minutes later, Colt is leaning against the wall across from the room. He glances at you, and then passed you at the dead Kaminoan in the room, “Doctor.”

You tilt your head, “Commander.”

“Looks like there was an accident.” He notes absently as he pushes off the wall and brushes passed you, “Is Fordo okay?”

“He will be.”

“Good. I’ll handle this.”

“You’re an angel, Colt.”

“I know I am.” He smirks at you, “Beat it, doc.”

You favor him with the smallest smile and turn to head back to your room.

Alpha is sitting on the couch when you return, and Fordo is somehow awake and talking. “Welcome back, cyare.” Alpha greets, “Get everything sorted?”

You hum your answer and walk over to check on Fordo, “Colt is handling the rest.” You smile warmly at Fordo and press your hand against his cheek, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a bus,” He replies honestly as he leans into your touch, “Sorry for worrying you.”

You blink tears out of your eyes, “It’s alright. I’m just glad Alpha brought you to me.”

Fordo turns his head and kisses the palm of your hand, “As if he’d bring me to anyone else.” He focuses his gaze on your face, “Love you, cyare.”

“Love you too, Fordo. Get some more sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake.” You whisper as you brush your fingers though his hair.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

As he drifts back to sleep, you sink onto the couch next to Alpha and bury yourself into his side. He kisses the top of your head, but doesn’t say anything. Because there’s nothing left to say.

#star wars #tcw #alpha-17 x reader x arc captain fordo #alpha x reader x fordo #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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kaeyazuha · 2 years

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Diluc for prompt “Don’t hurt me!” with angst to comfort plz.🥺🙏💦

; aaaand I got carried away again- hope you don't mind that it's longer than intended!

; 9/13/22

; cw: unintentional toxic behavior (diluc), argument, flinching and fear response (y/n)

; angst to fluff

You'd never seen him like this. Sure, Diluc was known for his deadpan and irritated expression, but never have you seen him this angry. Despite the seemingly neutral face he wore, you could see the way his jaw clenched and ruby eyes glowed a blood-red, the way his knuckles whitened from clenching so tight and the slight twitch to his left eye. At this point, neither of you knew how this started, but you didn't know how it'd end either. And frankly, the mere thought scared you.

"Di-" You stammered, quickly plastering a smile onto your trembling lips while unknowingly starting to back up, the way he slowly walked towards you felt like a horror movie, each footstep feeling like a punch to the gut. "Diluc, wait-"

He scoffed, glaring at you- no, through you. It was as if he couldn't even see you. "Do you know how tiring my life is? Truly, do you have even the faintest idea?"

"Please wai-"

"No, you don't. So what gives you the right to dictate my life?" He stepped closer, and you were panicking now. Your heart hammered within the confines of your chest, oh gods he was furious, your lip felt raw from the biting and trembling, you backed up to the wall and trembled at the realization of nowhere to run.

"I was just tryi-" Tears bubbled at your eyes. "I wanted to hel-"

"Well, you're not." He raised his hand and you instinctively cried out:

"DON'T HURT ME!" Diluc froze, hand in his hair and he stepped back at least five strides, watching with horrified eyes at the way you slid down the wall and sobbed. He felt sick at the sight, his hand glided from his hair to his mouth, where he tried to suppress his shock- he scared you. Reflecting back to the argument, Diluc was horrified at the realization of just how cruel he was.

"(Y/n) I-" He didn't even know what to say. He didn't have an excuse, he didn't even know how to apologize- there wasn't a word strong enough to express how he felt. Guilty? Disgusting? Vile? What the hell was wrong with him? Always hurting the ones he love- no, this isn't the time for self pity.

He swallowed back his own tears, slowly sinking to the floor in front of you. His heart sunk impossibly further at the sight of your still-trembling figure. "When you're ready, pl-" He inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to hold you in his arms and beg for forgiveness. "-please look at me."

Slowly, you opened your bleary eyes. He sat there, looking almost pathetic in the way his gaze remained trained to the floor and his head drooped. Arms outstretched and lip bitten between his teeth, Diluc sat in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. Admittedly, your heart still pounded in a frenzy, but part of you felt more at ease at the sight of his sheepish expression. Yeah, that's more like him.

He gasped when you suddenly lurched forward to toss your arms around his torso, head buried into the crook of his neck, and you ignored the light ache of your leg bent behind you. A moment passed, and then two, and then a tremor overtook your body once more. It wasn't you who quivered like a leaf this time, but him. his arms trembled around you as he held you tight and cried. He cried. Diluc Ragnvindr cried in your arms, you could hear the way he tried to stifle the sobs, and you could barely make out the pleading apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I never wanted to scare you, I just-" He still sounded angry, but at himself this time. "I'm sorry, you don't have to forgive me, but please know I would never hurt you." You looked over to him, shocked at the sight of his reddened, teary eyes. "Gods, I couldn't hurt you..." He muttered.

Truthfully, you needed some time. But you were confident he would wait as long as you needed, at that thought brought a small smile to your face. Without another word, you simply held him closer, too tired to think of something to say.

There were still things to say, boundaries to set, insecurities to work out, but that could wait. For now, you held him close and relished in the feeling of his own hands rubbing comforting circles into your back. Your voice cracked when you spoke, quiet and sleepy, he could barely catch your words; but when he did, he choked back a relieved sob.

"We're gonna be okay."

give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble! (closed)

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therhythmafterthesummer · 10 months

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Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps

🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!

you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf

just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty > i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight > but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(

< You: aw 🥺 < it’s ok darling < we can go out some other time

> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u > i promise

It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.

You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.

By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.

You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.

One thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.

You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.

Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.

As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”

You yawned, shrugging.

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.

Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.

Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.

Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”

Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.

You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.

A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips.

Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.

After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.

Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.

“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”

It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”.

Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”

“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”.

“But–”

“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”.

Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”.

“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…”

You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?”

Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”.

So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.

This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced.

Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste…

“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee.

“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.

You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears.

His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.

“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”

You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”.

“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly.

When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?”

Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”.

As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way.

As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.

It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.

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moxfirefly · 1 year

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Pretty please do Donnie x Frem!Reader 🥺🙏 Jealous/possessive Donnie, maybe he snaps at some guy for coming onto the reader and then feels a little insecure about the relationship and needs reader to remind him that he's all they want. Maybe Donnies a little rough/possessive during the sex(feel free to disregard this if you want) and preferably private sexy times if you could. 💜💚

[HOLD] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.

[REMIND] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.

To eachother:

"Tell me you're mine." and " no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. You're it. You're all I want."

To a third party:

" don't you dare touch them."

You know I love my mans, so let’s do this.

“That I miss you when it’s quiet”

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He often wondered if these little appreciation events were worth it. For the most part they were usually held at a secret location and aside from themselves, Chief Vincent and close friends; it was filled with known faces.

A majority of the police force was also invited. Donnie knew them all, not from speaking with them. He had files on every single person who knew of their existence. He had to be a step ahead naturally, contingency plans weren’t an easy thing to prepare but he had them.

He hadn’t quite developed one for jealousy though.

This was jealousy of course. He could feel how it vibrated everywhere within himself, from the clench to his jaw to the tension at his fingers. The rookie he’d refer to him, he was the one with less experience in the force compared to his comrades. It had dawned on this individual to start chatting you up, and maybe a few cocktails into the nights festivities had egged him on to be bold. Because as he laughed at, no doubt a shit joke, he thought he could slide an arm around your waist.

You had recoiled, a nervous smile trying to ease the movement.

But it’s all the incentive he needed.

Because Donnie marched his god damn ass over to the two of you ready to put one of his contingency plans in motion. He very sure of himself when he wrapped and arm around you, large three fingers digging into the side of your waist. You opened your mouth, relief washing over you that Donnie was there but his gaze was zeroed in on the tipsy man.

“Hey big guy! Havin fun?” The rookies splotchy red cheeks painted a picture of just how inebriated he was becoming.

Donnie tugged you close, nosed the crown of your head and simply whispered for you to go somewhere and wait for him.

As you walked away, you looked over your shoulder to see Donnie grip the man’s shoulder in what could’ve looked as a friendly pat.

You didn’t catch his words, muffled by the chatter and music.

Didn’t quite see as he tugged the man close and leaned down to his eye level.

“Don’t you dare touch her” He deadpanned, eyes focused and reading that whatever came out of this man’s mouth could be his saving or his downfall. It served to sober him up enough and the man staggered backwards with fear in his eyes.

Exiting the party felt like a blur, there was a quiet almost volcanic feel to the ride back to your apartment. You figured you’d turn in and forget this messy end but when Donnie pushed open the window as your closed the door to your apartment you knew other things were in store for you.

There was an apprehensive jitter to his movements, a second guessing that brought you back to the early stages of your relationship with him.

When you had approached him, hands landing on his rough plastron in a comforting rub. You could feel his early need to recoil.

But he didn’t.

He placed his hand atop your own and rubbed. You kissed him, did your best to quiet that mind of his that ran a mile a minute. With those kisses you had soon found yourself at the mercy of his hand undressing you and taking you to your bedroom.

It had been there that he found that all those feelings, all those drowning sounds that sounded much like his own voice, could finally quiet themselves. He need not remind himself that when he had had you beneath him all he needed was to simply loose himself inside of you.

And that he did.

You felt his hands slide beneath you to grip your rear and further glue you to the bed. His face was stuck to your neck and with each thrust you felt his groans vibrate all across your skin. His teeth found that sensitive spot, your his quickly melted into a moan as he angled his hips. You wanted to see his face, wanted those beautiful eyes of his glued to you but just as you tried to stick your arms out from beneath his own he spoke.

“Tell me you’re mine” He mutters out against your cheek, huffs of warm air hitting you just as you lift your legs a little more.

His words aren’t playful, they don’t have that hint of flirtatious undertone that they have. When his eye do land your face, when you see how naked his gaze his, it hits you that he’s needs this.

He needs to be reminded that you belong to every inch of him.

You managed to unstick a hand and grip his chin, his thrusting slowing to a gentle rocking. You held his gaze, mouth dry from your exertions but you smiled, honest and sincere.

“No one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. You’re it. You’re all I want.” Your thumb ran across his lower lip, and every beautiful and meaningful look you had give him before did not compare to the way you looked at him in that very second

You watched his eyes, shiny and moist and holding back simply breaking apart on top of you.

“Im yours, Donnie”

He dove into kiss you, so feverishly and so desperately.

#jealousy prompts #ask #sheisahauntedhouse #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt Donatello #donnie

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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so happy that i saw that ur recs r open bc for some reason i thought they were closed which was sad. bc i literally love ur writing and ur so good and making me feel like i’m actually in the situation you’re describing like ur my idol i swear. anyways i digress, could you please write me a smut with cheol? honestly any set up you want and any kinks you want. bc tbh anything you write i love no matter what it is. bless yo soul 🙏🙏🫶❤️

Pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

tags: brief teacher!cheol, neighbor au, fwb au, lingerie (as well mentions of the destruction of it), rough sex, choking, doggy style, daddy kink, marking, oral (recieving and giving), spitting

Summary: Welcome to the five tip guide on being neighborly! We hope this helps you get on friendly terms with the people you see everyday!

author note: I shouldn't be anyone’s idol lol but thank you 🥺. I've done so much to this that you might get whiplash tbh

1. Always greet your neighbor

You glance back at him as he ruffles through his mail, likely looking for something urgent or maybe a new event flyer to pique any interest. You can see his eyes turn up in the corner, returning your gaze, a grin tugging his cheeks harder as he greets you with a simple, “Afternoon.”

“Good afternoon to you,” you greet back, you scanned his figure up and down, taking in his laid-back work attire. From the beige dress shirt untucked from his slacks to the usually smooth pressed tie dangling loosely from his neck, that is only possible after a long day at work, but how could that be? It was only 3 pm. “Short work day?”

“It was a parent teacher conference day. Kids left early, and we teachers talk to parents for a few hours then leave on the dot. How about you? Why are you home early?”

“Working from home today. Remembered to get mail. Got lucky that I got to see you.”

His ears perk up at the word. “Lucky? You got something to do with me?”

It’s funny how he could say that with a straight face.

You shake your head grinning. “No. Just nice to see one of my favorite neighbors.”

He chuckles, “Pleased to know I’m a favorite. KKuma misses you by the way.”

“Kkuma? Just Kkuma?” You ask with a raised brow, a Cheshire smile dangles off your face, tucking the bundle under your arm.

Your anticipation was evident on your face. Seungcheol could play this cleverly or like he always does: with a stupid smile on his face.

“Well,” he cheekily grins, pretending to shuffle through his mail, “not just Kkuma.”

You press your legs together in restraint, holding yourself back from taking a step further, knowing well there was plenty of time in the rest of your day. “I’ll see you ‘round, Cheol.”

“I’m betting on it.”

2. Always call ahead before visiting:

Seungcheol lingered on your mind for quite a while, picturing his bare broad shoulders facing you as he faced the sunrise from your fire escape, only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. You hum at the internal image in delight, leaning on the kitchen counter in longing, wishing and dreaming it was replaced by something much warmer.

You immediately think to text him, ask him what his plans are with all that free time, and are waiting for the other line to respond, luckily sooner than you expected. The nickname you have for him pops up as well a timid smile on your face reading out his message:

Kkumas Daddy: no but I bet you have a few ideas

Your teeth meet your bottom lip with interest, thinking about what to type out. Your thumbs scale the bright screen across the keyboard before you could stop yourself. Blood rushing to heat your cheeks and hitting send almost too soon, not even worrying about the possible typos you made.

You: maybe I do. I could tell you unless you want me to show you

You shut your eyes, clutching the electronic device, quietly praying that you read the room right. It’s a few seconds later, your phone plays a text tone and you open to read what he responds back with.

Kkumas Daddy: well I wouldnt be against it

You scrambled in your closet to pick out a pretty set, letting the straps tug against your body in a flattering way before snapping a few photos, picking out the best one, and sending it to him. You hands were practically shaking. It had been so long since you go to do this. You felt sexy, wanted, invigorated; all by the same man.

Seungcheol finds the notification immediately, throat running dry at how pretty you look in red lace, hand automatically falling to the erection in his sweats. He palms himself, thinking of fucking the daylights out of you, seeing the tears fall from your eyes when you scream how good he feels in you. He could get himself off just thinking about it. He struggles to respond with one hand, lightly relieving himself simultaneously.

Kkumas Daddy: You knew just what i want to see

Kkumas Daddy: You put that on just for me?

Kkumas Daddy: I hope you don’t mind me ripping it open to get to what’s underneath

Your arousal was practically pooling between your legs, having you clench around nothing, you think about him ruining you perfectly against your fresh sheets or face down on the kitchen counter. No matter how many pieces of lingerie you would go through, he’d rip it like disposables and you’d be split in half, practically shaking with the cum spilling out of you.

You: You better come over then before I decide on taking it off

Kkumas Daddy: Not without me you won’t

3. If you ask for a favor, like borrowing a cup of sugar, always thank them:

“T-thank you, daddy,” You barely utter as Seungcheol ruts you over the arm of your couch.

He did good on his word when he came over. In little to no time, he’s made himself home, closing the door behind him, attaching his lips to yours, and pulling off your cardigan to reveal the lingerie set he only saw in your messages. He’s groaning over your lips, curling a fist to the small of your back. “You’re body is fucking absurd in this. Shit.”

His hand traces your frame, brushing his fingers over your erect nipples through the lace covering them, and hoists you up to wrap your legs around his torso. Things only went up from there as his reliably strong build handles you like a rag doll and he takes you to the living room to fuck you open.

He holds you by your hair, ass in the air with help of the couch and he can barely hear your thanks through the violent sound of skin slapping and your vicious moisture. “You gotta be louder than that for me to hear you, pretty thing.”

You could hear the arrogant smile in his tone, as well as the breathlessness he exhibits. He manages to slow down his pace, teasing you to get your voice a chance, but the slippery suction of his cock going in and out of you still haunts your ears. “Thank you so much, daddy…you make me feel so full.”

He picks up his speed, squeezing the flesh of your cheeks in gratitude. “You like taking my cock? You’re so fucking good at it. Your little hole is practically perfect for taking it deep.”

“Yes!” You answer enthusiastically, nails digging into the scratchy tweed cushions. “It’s so…b-big and…f-fucks me…so good.”

He places a hand over your neck, pulling you up to have your bare back meet his bare chest, bottoming out inside you, and holding back your oxygen. Your eyes flutter at this sensation, hands gripping the couch arm desperately to ground yourself, vision blurring from lack of and you incessant tears. His tongue runs up the back of your neck, a slobber trail left on your skin before he’s sucking down the skin of your jaw, triggering something in you that made your body restless. You could feel your arousal drip so far past your knees.

“Fuck, daddy!” you cry out rather loudly, his warm chuckles tickling your skin soon after.

The pads of his fingers press deeper into the base of your neck. His teeth bit down on the patch of skin he caught and marking you a pretty darker shade. “Look, I just made you a little prettier.

4. Lend a hand when you can:

Seungcheol’s full length slides in your mouth and down your throat so effortlessly. He shut his eyes at the tight sensation and your drool dripping down his shaft until it reaches his lap. You bob your head, looking at him wide-eyed and needy; all signs pointing to your cock thirst. He groans watching your efforts, feeling himself hit the back of your throat euphorically.

“What a perfect little mouth. Does daddy taste good, baby?”

You moan a ‘yes,’ vibrating around his cock and his precum coating your tongue. Your lips hug around his girth, glossy and perfect, looking the prettiest sucking his dick. He thought about this all the time when he was alone, ecstatic to have it back.

“God,” He takes your hair in fists, “Your mouth is a dream…”

He pushes your head down in aid, moving you to his preferred pace, his hips thrusting in your mouth. The sound you make was nothing short of melodic. From the gag of your mouth to the slick moisture that echoed throughout the room, he felt like he could leave this world happy with your mouth full of his cum.

“S-shit.” He overexerts himself, pumping a hot load directly down your mouth and it leaks past your lips, dribbling down your chin like melted ice scream.

You pull him out of you with a gasp, coughing for air, half of the cum in your mouth swallowed down or trailing down your chest.

“Did I hurt you?” a brief look of concern washes over his face.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, smiling manically. “Yes, but I liked it.”

5.Make sure to leave a lasting good impression:

Seungcheol spits in his hands before running a finger down your slit, edging you with a tired grin on his face, your whines becoming his theme music. “Daddy please…”

“You’re so wet. My fingers got dirty so fast from you.” He pushes two digits in, making themselves him and adjusting the rhythm in which they move to see how loud you can really get. “Gotta push all this cum back in you. Can’t waste any of it, you know.”

Knuckles deep, he curls his fingers, thumb pressing into your clit in his intervals of rubbing. You squirm under his touch, crying out his name like a mantra, pushing the back of your head deep into the couch cushions. His face buries between your legs, spitting inside your hole, and letting his tongue join his fingers. It circles inside you, fucking you just as good as his fat length would. He lapped you up like liquid gold, blessing his mouth and throat with the pleasure of your climax.

You savor the experience, watching tufts of his hair flying all over the place, and his cheeks damp with the result of you cumming two or more times today. There wasn’t a better image you could think of replaying in your head after this is all over. “Daddy, your mouth…cumming…”

You warn him too late as it’s already gushing out of you, he smiles in your warm, no doubt staining your couch in all kinds of fluid. He picks himself up and kisses your lips, the reminisce of today sweet and salty on both your tongues. When Seungcheol parts from you, you could focus on hearing each other pants, the pounding in either one’s chest, and the warmth of his flushed and tired body as he envelopes you in an embrace, pulling you into his lap as he rests against the couch.

“That…” he gasps, “was fucking crazy. Why don’t we fuck like that anymore?”

You laugh through your nose, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “You were dating someone that wasn’t me.”

He sighs, eyes boring into the dim light of the common area, before slowly closing them shut, “Right.”

You twiddle with your fingers, their tingling sensation nagging at you to work up the nerve to finally say it. Your eyes sporadically blink both in fatigue and anxiety. You decide to embrace his broad back, exhaling through your nose in a calm breath.

“I was thinking. Maybe instead of, I don’t know, casual sex, we could…Cheol?”

He was long gone. His snores leave his nostrils as soon as air enters, tranced in a deep slumber. You sigh, bitterly gazing back at him and thinking about what’s never to come. But hey, at least you’re good neighbors. He’d never let you forget that.

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radiantvader · 4 months

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Sneak peek of the fic you want to post? 🥺🙏

Ooh ok! Here's a little teaser 🤭

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Returning to the Jedi Temple, you both faced the Council. Yoda and Obi Wan listened intently as you recounted the details of the mission. Yoda's wise eyes bore into yours, assessing not just your words but the unspoken dynamics between you Anakin. "Hmm, impressive, your teamwork is," Yoda noted, a twinkle in his eyes. "Learn from each other, you must." he continued, and Obi Wan, ever the diplomatic voice, added "Your cooperation has proven fruitful. May the Force continue to guide you both." When the debriefing concluded, you and Anakin made your way back to your quarters in contemplative silence. However, the tension lingered. You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms.

"Hey Skywalker, do you ever wonder what it's like to be a true master?" He clenched his jaw, balling up his fists, knuckles turning white. "I've got enough on my plate without you constantly annoying me, shut the fuck up for once." He jeered at you, but you just stepped closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper "Perhaps you're just afraid you'll never measure up."

Anakin snapped. In an instant, he had you pressed against the wall, his eyes ablaze with fury and frustration. "Enough! I don't care about official titles, I will not allow you to talk to me like that. Learn your fucking place." He sneered, his hand wrapping around your throat. Yet in the charged atmosphere of your conflict, a different kind of energy simmered, a potent blend of unresolved tension and the unspoken truth. And in an inexplicable twist of fate, your shared animosity acted as an irresistible force, leading to a momentary pause that culminated in an unexpected collision of your lips—a fierce, passionate kiss born from a volatile mix of anger and desire, leaving you breathless and conflicted. Like opposing magnets pulled by an invisible force, your bodies surged together.

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I hope ya'll will like it! Please keep in mind that this is the first time I write a fic! <3

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agentmarvel · 7 months

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I just found your page and I absolutely love (also wanna smack the shit out of ghost for having double standards) the New roommate ghost prompt.

Can I be bit greedy (Forgive me) and ask for two prompts at once?

Number 11 - I'm a sick fuck 'cause I like when you ignore me!

And number 17 - I don't give a fuck about your friends; I'm right here!

With Ghost.

(make him Grovel for love)

Please. 🥺🥺🙏🙏

you got it! 😈

so sorry for the delay! work has been hell the last two weeks, and i'm coming off a 12-day stretch, so today is the first day in a while i've had to actually sit down and write. less groveling than intended, but i'm secretly working on a v long one-shot with PLENTY of it

simon "ghost" riley x reader

implied situationship, but he needs wants more

MDNI - 18+ (minor & ageless blogs will be blocked)

He doesn’t mean to let his gaze linger as long as it does, honestly. Simon is nothing if not observant, a quick glance at every patron who enters the door, and you truly are a sight to behold. You’re always stunning, no doubt about it, but something about the dim bar lights and how dangerously low cut your dress is has him damn near panting like a bitch in heat beneath his mask.

It’s like a never-ending game of tag between the two of you. You’ll make subtle flirtatious comments, he’ll make equally suggestive remarks in return; neither moves towards home base, tagbacks are allowed. Sometimes play stalls for a few days, you dance around each other in silence, unwilling to be the first to step out of turn, but it always resumes as quickly as it tapers.

You’ve been a bit off as of late, though. Simon winks at you in passing, you give him a curt nod as you walk by. He compliments you, you offer a hushed “thanks” and leave it at that. He so much as makes eye contact with you, and you’re immediately casting your gaze downward. You avoid him as often as you can now, and it puts him in a tailspin. Forbidden fruit and such, it’s kind of hot that you’re suddenly acting like he doesn’t faze you. On the other hand, though, it’s frustrating. Has he done something to upset you? He loves seeing you get all hot under the collar just for him, and it’s maddening to have no idea why you’re acting this way. He’s determined to find out where you stand, what it is that caused the sudden switch.

Drink in hand, Simon watches from his darkened corner as you down your first and second drinks with ease. He bides his time, swirling the pinch of bourbon left in his short glass until all the ice has melted. You’ll step away from your friends soon enough, and the second you do, he seizes his opportunity. It’s rare enough for him to get you alone, and he’s not stupid enough to pass up the split second he’ll need to make it happen.

Clinging to the shadows, he slinks along the wall with almost frightening stealth, slipping into the restroom just behind you. Verifying you’re the only person in there, he snags the stop from beneath the sink and jams it under the door. No interruptions, not now.

He patiently awaits the telltale tear of paper, leaning back against the countertop housing a pair of sinks. His arms cross over his chest, a stance he often assumes to look bigger, more imposing, more menacing. Simon’s noticed the way your thighs clench and you have to stop yourself from drooling when he takes to that particular pose in front of you. It would be downright irresponsible for him to deprive you of whatever it makes you feel when he’s trying to find his way back into those good graces.

You step out of the stall, adjusting your purse on your shoulder. The second you spot Simon, you freeze in place, and he swears he can hear your heart raging against your ribcage. Surprise widens your eyes and furrows your brows as he offers a cocked eyebrow, tilting his head just a hair.

“Lieutenant Riley,” you breathe, almost a question, pausing a moment before saying, “What are you doing here?”

“Here in the bar or here in the bathroom?”

“Either, really.”

“It’s the closest bar to base, love. Crawling with grunts, if ya didn’t notice.”

You roll your eyes at that, and there’s a strong urge for Simon to spend his entire night making them roll back over and over and over again. It’s not his fault, really; there’s just something about you that tests his resolve.

“As for the latter,” he continues. “Just wanted a private word with you, ‘less you’re gonna keep runnin’ away from me.”

“I‘m not running, sir.”

“You’re avoiding me; same thing.”

“No, I’m not.” He scoffs dryly. You start spitting out bullshit excuses for why you stay away from him, and he shrugs, indifferent to anything that isn’t the truth. It’s genuinely humorous that you think he can’t smell a lie from a mile away. He can’t help but chuckle.

You look flustered, perturbed. It’s cute, but it does make Simon feel a bit guilty.

“Sergeant, don’t think for a second that I didn’t notice you can’t stand to even be in the same room as me anymore. You used to bite back, used to bark first, and now you wanna act all demure and proper when I talk to you? You can hardly manage to look me in the eye. What did I do?”

The twinge of hurt in his tone doesn’t sit well with him. It borders on pathetic, and he’s praying to a god he doesn’t even believe in that you’re still too stunned by his presence to hear it, too. To your credit, if you do, you certainly don’t acknowledge it.

“With all due respect, I don’t think this is an appropriate place for that conversation, Lieutenant. My friends are waiting for me.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friends; I’m right here. Let’s talk it out so shit can stop being weird, yeah?”

“It’s not weird, sir. I just - “

“No excuses, doll. Spit it out.”

“Will you - “

“C’mon, love. Tell me what I did wrong.”

“You - “

“Cat got your tongue, huh?”

“Fine!” you shout, throwing your arms out. “You want to know what the fucking problem is, Simon? You want to know why I stay away from you? Well, here you fucking go: I can’t stand being around you because I am so fucking head over heels for you, and I know you don’t feel the same.”

You clap a hand over your mouth, and Simon can see that you’re positively mortified. He goaded you into verbalizing how you really feel, and it turns his face a violent shade of pink.

“You what?”

“I…” You bite your lip, anxious. Your eyes avoid his at all costs. “I know it’s inappropriate, sir. It’s just a silly little crush, and keeping my distance is helping me work through it.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

His arms drop, feet moving before he can think better of it. The space between you is crushed in a stride and a half, and he’s peeling up his mask and slotting his mouth against yours almost immediately. It’s all teeth and tongue, want, need; searing and heated and almost animalistic. He’s been waiting ages, it seems, and now, the game has come to an end. You won, and it’s a scarce occurrence, but he’s glad to take the loss.

When you break from him for air, he laughs, pressing another kiss against your hairline.

“I’m a sick fuck ‘cause I like when you ignore me. Rather you don't anymore, though.”

Pick a prompt and character here!

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley #cod x you #cod x reader #cod imagine #simon ghost riley drabble #cod drabble #jj writes

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boydepartment · 9 months

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I'm back 😛✌️

I need more angst jayjay if you're up to it 😈

I had this jake request floating around my mind for awhile and then you started My Only Love(read the 1st chapter and loved it btw💕 The noodles in his pocket had me SCREAMING. And that predebut jake photo 🥺🥺) and I felt like it was the right time to send this through

Can you please write Jake breaking up with you?? Like an ugly break up?? Maybe his parents don't approve of your relationship? Maybe it is a fight blown out of proportion?? Maybe he doesn't love you anymore? Maybe he's moving thousand of miles away? Maybe he has to break up with you because he's an idol? Maybe he can't see a serious future with you? Maybe there was some infidelity???

I don't have specifics for the why. You can write whatever you want jayjay I just need you to make me cry 😈😈 please break my heart 🙏🙏🙏🙏

XOXO,

🧈🧈🧈

a/n: SO THIS WAS KINDA HARD FOR ME BC I REALLY LOVE JAKE AND FBOUEKGJNERKGNEK BUT I TRIED MY BEST!!!! i took the argument too far route 😅

Family Card- Jake Sim x Gn! Reader

MASTERLIST warnings- angst, cursing, jake is kinda mean in this??? but the reader also says things too, i ended up getting carried away during revision! wc- 1k

song- FREE AT LAST by PUP

“What did you really expect to get out of this?”

You looked down at the man who you’ve been dating even before he debuted. His hair was a mess and he leaned against his knees as he sat at the table.

“I expected my boyfriend to actually care when I tell him I want to visit home for a bit.”

Jake looks up at you, his eyes showing his plethora of emotions from the past 15 minutes. You both started getting really fed up with each other when you brought up wanting to take a trip back home… by yourself.

“I can’t believe you want to go without me.” He sounded dumbfounded, scoffing and getting up. This double standard has always frustrated you. Of course, you understood moving with Jake and taking this risk with him. But it bothered you, during his trainee days you were left alone for about a year. You never complained or held it against him. You were okay with secretly dating him, and you were okay with him living in a dorm with his friends. But the one time you wanted to go home by yourself, it was an issue for him.

“I checked your schedule! You are busy the days I want to go home!” You raised your voice slightly, you never wanted to go on a trip without him but sometimes life gets in the way. You and Jake were both well aware of that.

“Then wait until we can both go together!” He flips around, messing with his hair frantically. Both of you were in each other’s personal space.

“Just because you can’t see your family as much as you’d like that doesn’t mean I have to!” You poked his chest, the way his face fell for a split second showed you that you had fucked up.

“Wow.” He steps back from you, the look of anger coming right back. Even though you know you fucked up, you were still going to stand your ground.

“I am so sick… Of bending over backwards for YOUR schedule! No matter what it is, you always leave me last! You changed from the guy I started dating! I went with you to all your auditions, I supported you, I don’t complain about your life style-“

“Then go home and don’t come back if you’re so fucking unhappy with me!” Jake interrupted you; the silence overtook the dim kitchen.

The silence did not stay long, as you started up again, “I can’t even be unhappy with you if you are never fucking here in the goddamn first place!”

“I don’t know why this is MY fault, you knew exactly what you were getting into when you took this leap with me, maybe you were too stupid to think it through.” The man in front of you leaned against the counter, head in his hands.

“I’d say the initial idea itself was kinda stupid.” You crossed your arms mumbling, all you wanted was to go home, “what if you didn’t debut? And your parents just fucking wasted their money on you. You grew up in a privileged household where you could waste money like that for a stupid dream!”

Jake looked up at you again for a split second, “at least I knew what I wanted to do with my life! You haven’t even finished school! All you do is go to college and work like a fucking robot! Sometimes you don’t even feel human to me when I do see you! You have no clear goals in life and maybe if you did you wouldn’t be so fucking unhappy all the time!”

“You’re being mean…” Your voice broke, that strong tone faltering slightly.

Jake not noticing your demeaner falling spoke again, “oh, I’m being mean? Yeah, I’m sure your family is going to be thrilled to see the kid that walked out on them for a guy. At this point they’d probably not even open the door for you, then I would have to clean up your mess.”

You looked down at the floor, you weren’t able to see your socks clearly at all, your tears clouding your vision completely. He knew your family wasn’t keen on you leaving everything for Jake, especially because they knew what you have had to go through the past few years. You didn’t expect him to pull the family card on you, part of you didn’t blame him. You just pulled his family card a few minutes ago. You pulled the fact he gave up everything for his dream, and you let an ugly part of your human emotions take over. Taking a deep breath, you walked to your room. He didn’t follow you. As you packed your bag, you called customer service to try and change your flight back home to as soon as possible.

You were also going to make it a one-way ticket. This argument just solidified more that you weren’t happy with him anymore. Both you and Jake weren’t stupid kids anymore. Now adults, you both grew into two entirely different people. You don’t like the person he made you when you were around him now. You were not the same person you were previously, you felt unkind now. Your heart hated the person you were starting to become.

As you were put on hold Jake walked into your room, “what are you doing?” Hearing his voice sparked that fire in you again. Yet another wave of anger and ugly emotions hit you.

“I’m going home, I’d rather take a chance of them not taking me back than being unloved by you.” You spat and pushed past him; you ignored his calls to you. You ignored Jake trying to get you to come back. You ignored the man who you used to love. The person who loved him previously, who rooted for him, took chances for him, didn’t exist anymore. That person was replaced with you, someone who now felt unlovable and mean. You felt awful after this fight, you knew only time could heal you both. Just not together as a couple, you would have to heal separately.

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tasteofgummies · 1 year

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hi! i understand that it can be uncomfortable for u but if u don't mind can i ask the headcanons of p3 guys with dystrophic fem s/o? it would be cool if you also will make an nsfw part

i really enjoy your writing!!!🥺

Thank you so much!! It's not uncomfortable at all, don't worry! I tried to make this post very vague, as the experiences of people with dystrophy can be different, but as always, you can message me if you want me to change anything, enjoy (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Stardust Crusaders w/ a dystrophic!fem! S/O 🌸

Cw: nsfw content ahead

Jotaro Kujo

>He'd be careful with you regardless, but I think it would take some reassurance for him to express his love physically. But again, he isn't really the most affectionate, so what's the difference?

>He knows that you can handle yourself, so he is thoughtful without actually doing anything for you

>If you require any mobility aid, the Speedwagon foundation is ready to create only the finest technology for you

>If you ever feel insecure of anything regarding your disability, Jotaro is there to hold you, he may not be good with words, but he'll try to voice his feelings in order to reassure you that there isn't a single thing he would change about you

>Carries painkillers and muscle relaxers with him in case you ever need them

>Understands that sometimes the pain can be too much to even want to interact, but he will still be there in case you need anything, you don't need to talk, you can do parallel play

>Is very gentle with you, and tries to make you do as little effort as possible during your intimate times

>Eats you out with de-vo-tion 🙏

>He's inexperienced, but it's definitely a pleasurable time

>And if you ask for, you can have Star Platinum doing it, he's got that godly precision for all your good spots

>Lets you choose the position you'd like so it's always comfortable

>Wants to take care of you but you'd end up sore regardless

>His pace is slow and deep

>6/10 aftercare, he isn't awful, but he needs some practice

Noriaki Kakyoin

>He's much more open about physical affection, as he trusts you'll tell him if he hurts you

>Enjoys "house dates" that's basically you two scrolling through your phones and showing each other those cheesy cat pictures that couples share, and you clearly don't have to move around much for that

>I headcanons he suffers from migraines, so he can relate to the pain and sometimes limits on your daily life

>Offers acts of service to help you in days that are harder, so don't worry about grocery shopping or taking out the trash while he's there

>He isn't as scared to hurt you while being intimate as others are

>He's a tease, but also a gentleman, he'd like you needy and worked up from his touch so you ask him to please you

>And how can he deny you?

>Maybe gets a bit too carried away with the overstimulation and leaves you aching

>But he'll take care of you dw

>Breakfast in bed after he wrecked you kind of romantic<3

Muhammad Avdol

>Soothes your aches with natural essential oils and massages

>Tries to smooth out the ground of his farm so you can walk on it if you use any mobility aid

>He doesn't let you get insecure ever, he's a happy wife, happy life man™

>He's really supportive and thoughtful of whatever you need

>Avdol is perfect for everything tbh

>May be a bit overprotective though, is nor that he doesn't trust you, but he know how damaging is the pressure to be "functional" rather than to live a full, happy life (damn capitalism)

>He's such a spoiling sweet lover

>He'll make sure you are comfortable, and if you need to switch positions, take a break, stop, or anything, you just have to say your safe word

>He can get rougher, but he's more slow and sensual type of man

>11/10 aftercare

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

>He's so sweet, but he sometimes forgets his strength, so warn him please

>Another one that will literally worship the ground you step on

>Insecurity? We don't know her in this house

>A huge simp

>I feel like (if you don't already use one) will heavily encourage you to use a mobility aid, he doesn't think you need to force yourself, and you shouldn't feel bad for trying to make your life easier

>"It's okay to take up space, chéri

>Or you can just let him carry you and kiss the top of your head the whole day<3

>Like Avdol, he's very passionate, he makes love, he doesn't fuck

>Soooo many praises

>Knows he's big, so takes some time prepping you, it may even look like he's teasing you, but he just doesn't want to hurt you

>Your legs may end up just a bit sore, but he won't leave you as bad as the others

>He also has a voyeurism kink, so just watching you touch yourself is enough

Joseph Joestar

>"You know the Speedwagon foundati-" shut up Joseph, you can't use your nepo baby privilege to try to find a cure for it 💀

>No, but fr, he gets you all the best of everything, the best physicians, the best technology, the best specialist, just anything that can help you

>Respects you, and knows that you can handle yourself, but is also in his nature to spoil you

>He's very understanding, but sometimes you have to explain to him that pain is a part of your life, and him dating you means that he's gonna see you in pain sometimes

>He's there to gently stroke your hair and sing you praises

>Horny jail? This one scaped

>You have to tell him your legs get sore if he just pushes you against a wall and starts to get at it

>He'll be a good boy and get you to a nice comfortable bed

>And when I say nice, I mean, top tier mattress and silky sheets

>Loves when you ride him

>When he gets horny he forgets that you may need breaks, so you have to stay firm and be clear to him

>Of course won't react badly, he just gets too excited

>He's really good with his fingers, but that robotic hand has more than one perk

>Goes for quickies, usually, but always makes sure to examine you and massage your sore muscles, he also uses hamon to help you

Merli Anne [platonic]

>Anne's a bit of a pushover, but she just wants to protect you!

>You're a big sister to her, and she wants to prove to you what a useful person she can be, specially to you

>Tries to help the aches by giving you a soup recipe or something like that

>She thinks you're so strong and cool

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I HAVE A HATCHETFIELD OC AND NOW YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH ITTTTT

Please comment ygs I wanna know what you think of her 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

The café was modern and bright, almost all white and grey, every surface flat and gleaming. Estelle stepped into line behind a bland-looking man in a business suit, having a conversation with a curly-haired barista.

”So…she’s not here?” He asked quietly. The barista looked annoyed.

“No, Paul. Emma is not here.”

“Well…will she be here?”

“Emma’s shift starts at noon today. I can get you a black coffee, how’s that?” The curly-haired woman threw a dish towel over her shoulder, scowling at him.

The man, Paul, sighed and placed his credit card on the counter for the barista to run. “Thanks, Nora.” He dug through his pockets for an extra few dollars and handed them to her. “That’s for Emma. And please, Nora. Don’t sing.”

She rolled her eyes and tucked the cash into her apron pocket. “I’ll give it to her when she comes in.” She stormed off into the back, presumably to make Paul’s coffee.

Paul stepped back, noticing another patron in the shop. “Oh. Hello there.” His voice was monotone, almost robotic. Estelle waved. “Good morning.”

”I like your, uh, sweater. Very…red.” Paul said awkwardly. “That’s a good color. Much better than blue.”

”I agree.” She chuckled. He was quite funny. “So, who’s Emma?”

”My…girlfriend. Well, not really, we haven’t put a label on it. But we are intimate!” His face flushed and he bit his tongue quickly. “I mean, not intimate like…we just…mutually like each other.”

Estelle laughed heartily, patting him on the shoulder. “I get it, man. Best of luck.”

”Thanks…I don’t think I caught your name?”

”Estelle! I run the thrift shop down the street, Cattail Creek. Have you ever been in? You look familiar, if I’m honest.”

He bit his lip, a pensive look coming over his face. “Maybe? Possibly? Yes, I think Bill dragged me in there one day. Is it the one with the cats inside? One of them licked me.”

”Yeah, those are my cats.” She chuckled. “They roam around the store sometimes.”

”I might have to come back sometime. You’re…slightly less insufferable than a lot of people I know. Like Ted. No one likes Ted.” Paul stared at her, dead-eyed, but Estelle had come to figure that was probably a normal, friendly thing for him.

“Whoever Ted is, I hope he doesn’t know that.” She fiddled with the sleeves of her sweater.

“He does.”

”Oh.”

An awkward silence filled the room, and Estelle was thankful when the barista, Nora, returned with Paul’s coffee. He took a sip and winced, burning his tongue on the steaming liquid. He took his receipt from Nora and nodded a goodbye to Estelle. She sighed and smiled, watching him leave and hurry towards one of the many office buildings, coffee teetering precariously in his hand.

By the time she’d turned around, Nora had disappeared into the back room. Standing in her place was another barista, this one with long, wavy brown hair with golden-blonde highlights. She had a full face of makeup that was done to absolute perfection. Her lips were full and plump, her cheeks had just the slightest blush, and her eyes were the color of coffee with cream, a sort of hazel-brown. She was smiling, and Estelle could feel her heart pounding. Her name tag read ‘Zoey Chambers - Beanies Manager’.

“How morning!” Estelle squeaked. Zoey narrowed her eyes, looking a mixture of confused and disgusted. Estelle clasped her hands over her mouth. “Hi, sorry, I tried to say good morning and how are you at the same time, and, it came out weird.” She met Zoey’s eyes, blushing deeper.

”Oh. Alright, whatever. What do you want?” Zoey moved her mouth, and Estelle noticed she was chewing gum. “Uhm…just an iced mocha latte.” She forked over the 20 dollar bill. “Keep the change. For a tip.” She was stuttering, tripping over her own words.

Zoey smiled, but Estelle could tell it was sarcastic. “Thanks. You know the policy for tips here, right?”

“Uh…no?”

Zoey pointed to a sign on the tip jar, one that Estelle had failed no notice: ‘Tip For A Song’. “You get a performance with your morning coffee.”

Zoey then burst into song, her voice a clear, vibrant alto. Estelle’s eyes widened as Zoey moved as gracefully as a swan behind the counter, dancing to the melody that came flowing from between her lips. Estelle’s eyes relocated briefly to Zoey’s chest, but upon realizing she was transfixed, flickered back up to the other woman’s face.

Zoey’s song finished, and she looked back at Estelle with a satisfied smirk. “Like what you see?” She started on making the latte, and Estelle could only nod, dumbstruck.

She handed Estelle her drink, shrugging. “For 15 bucks I had to give you a show. You’re kinda funny.”

“I am?" Estelle barely ever got compliments, especially not compliments from hot women with big boobs. Zoey laughed, handing Estelle her receipt. "Yeah. You dress kinda funky too."

"Is that a good thing?" Estelle blew on her coffee to cool it off while Zoey leaned against the counter. "Or are you making fun of me?

"The second one." She snorted, smirking. "In all seriousness, though, you are pretty. In a sort of...1920’s film noir sort of way. How old are you?"

"23 as of this January."

"Nice, same here. Well, not the January thing, I'm a Leo." She placed a hand on her chest, which caused Estelle's eyes to go there, which caused her to blush and look away.

"Oh. I'm a...I don't know, actually. My birthday's January 5th."

"Capricorn then, nice."

Estelle didn't know shit about zodiac signs, but decided to take that as a compliment, seeing as Zoey seemed knowledgeable on the subject.

"You got a boyfriend?" Zoey asked suddenly. Estelle nearly choked on her latte.

"Uh, no. I don't...swing that way." She admitted quietly. Zoey only seemed mildly surprised.

"I get that. I swing both ways if you know what I mean." She said with a wink. "I'm pretty much open to anything if it gets me a good time, maybe a drink. I only asked because I just broke up with my dickhole of a boyfriend and have been needing something from someone else."

Woahhh...that went from a one to a ten in record time. What does she want to do, hook up? Do I want to hook up? What the hell is happening to me? Am I still staring at her tits? I'm probably staring at her tits.

"We...we did just meet," Estelle stammered. Zoey's eyes were on her, unblinking. "Yes, and? I think you're cute. That's a lucky break for you."

She passed Estelle a slip of paper, a phone number scrawled on it in black Sharpie. "Think about it. I get off at noon."

#ocs: estelle #hatchetfield oc

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