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✰𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒✰

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✰ 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝒌𝒑𝒐𝒑， 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞，actors, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

꧁❤︎︎꧂ ( IMBOX CLOSED AS OF LATE, no requests taken)

☆ 𝔸𝕌𝕋ℍ𝕆ℝ𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼 ☆ : ALL CONTENT IS 18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ☀︎︎ 𝙺illan is now playing: start a war- JENNIE

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮☆☆☆☆🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮

★ 𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 ❣︎ 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝒦ℐℒℒ𝒜𝒩 !

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 | 𝑆ℎ𝑒/ 𝐻𝐸𝑅 | Pɪsᴄᴇs

꧁☆꧂

ఌDo I write poly things? Yes I do

ఌWhy don’t I update every change I get even when I have free time? Because I am a human that gets overwhelmed easily and I don’t like to force myself to do things sorry!

ఌ Do I have things I don’t want to be requested? Anything incest, homophobic, or gory. I can’t think of anything else right now….

FEEL FREE TO ASK MORE I WILL ADD THEN HERE^

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⟡ MDNI, Nanami can't wait until after marriage.ᐟ

“W-wait, Ken—” you croaked, gripping to the pillow beneath your head with both trembling hands. Your voice melted into a pitched whine as the bulbous tip of your soon-to-be husband's cock dragged over your clit again. "What happened to - mmh, waiting for marriage?"

Nanami's forehead dropped to yours, a strained groan leaving him at the unfortunate reminder. But his rhythm didn't slow down, aside from the occasional stutter — Nanami's hips continued to roll until the evidence of your arousal was indistinguishable from his.

"I know," he rasped, losing his composure. "I know what I said, my love—"

And then another slow grind of his hips left him at loss for words. How could his wife's cunt be so perfect — hugging around his aching cock and milking him for all he was worth?

Your back bowed off the sheets, feeling the way Nanami's tip caught right against your entrance. He didn’t push in. He couldn't, as much as he wanted to.

"But I look at you, and-and I can't think straight. So perfect."

This time, Nanami's hips snapped forward, devoid of any patience. He revelled in the stuttering gasps that left you, the way your nails raked down his tense biceps and left scratches in their wake.

"This isn't sex, hah. I'm not fucking you," he muttered more to himself than anything else. "Not yet . . . not yet, anyway."

Nanami's cock slid up once more, your wetness letting him glide smoothly through your pussy lips. All you could do was take it — take it and pray that you could muster up enough restraint until the wedding.

But realistically? There was no chance.

"Please, Ken," you hiccuped, angling your hips in a way that'd hopefully make your beloved sink in and give you what you needed. Nanami's palm came down, smoothening against your hip in gentle warning. "I-I need it, please—"

"Shh, my love." Nanami hushed you, eyes glossy and lips parted as his very breaths were stolen from his lungs.

He was afraid that if either of you spoke another word, he'd give in — he'd give in and mould your very walls to the shape of his cock before either of you had slipped the ring on.

Nanami's free hand snaked down, pointer finger and thumb squeezing your lower lips until they hugged his cock perfectly. The drag against you felt hotter, tighter — until he couldn't take it anymore and eventually came all over your stomach.

"Oh, love," he groaned, slotting his mouth against yours with his hips shifting forward in tight jerking motions.

Your body was pinned down by Nanami's — your stomach, all the way until the bottom of your breasts, becoming lathered in a translucent sheen of his release.

Nanami had some sense to fumble around for your clit, rubbing in practised circles until your vision was sputtering out into white sparks.

Not once did his lips part from yours as he practically made love to your mouth. Hell, Nanami didn't even want to breathe — not when he could feel your pussy convulse around him without him even being inside.

Compensation he called it, for cumming before his beautiful bride did.

Only when your sobs dies down did Nanami remove his pruned fingers, his lidded eyes trained on the way glossy strands of your slick formed webs between his digits when he spread them apart.

And all of a sudden, your wedding night seemed infinitely further away than it should have been.

Haven't written for him in so long, kinda rusty ✌️

[2222bad]

A BAD NEED

(michael’s so delicious and you can’t take it…) | 1.3k words

WARNINGS: fem!reader , oral (m!receiving) , sexual themes

through the front door to the foyer, you laughed into each other’s necks, holding each other close as if there were still prying eyes to lose. you turned no lights on, your eyes were far more keen on devouring each other. and michael could navigate his fortress with as much ease in the dark, even if he was blinded with his hands tied behind his back, so his lips seek to capture yours, he didn’t have to think twice.

“you’re so bad…” michael snickers as your lips connect, recounting the touches you just shared, as secretly as you could muster, in the back of his car.

“you started it…” you whine, coaxing him by the collar to keep his lips on you.

he practically cradles you as you move up the long staircase, his grip both on his banister and the nape of your neck, your hold so loose and lax around his bending shoulders. your arms lift, up and up. your lips mimick each other like a symphony; some kisses lingering, some deep, and deeper still with his so-wet tongue lacing yours with slow, decadent slips melting into melodic hums. as you gracefully ascend to the top of the landing, the light of the night reaches all around you through his tall, reverent windows. the two of you dance, it seemed, to the hallway where you stop him now. you couldn’t handle another step longer without feeling him.

you can’t tell if it was the liquor or him. you’ve been drinking both up all night, though michael has all the more power per volume than any bottle could keep. than any drink could punish you, you thought, with so much need and lust. what michael gives to you--does to you-- burns your body white hot, melts you hollow in your party dress every single time.

when you stop him, he holds your back with a widened palm to keep you close. you sway until you find each other, hip to hip, warmth pooling through both of your epicenters with love so exquisite, it tingled heartily through the both of you, being this close.

gripping onto the fabric of his shirt, so nicely steamed and silky even after a night of everyone fawning over him, you sigh into yet another riff of his tongue, sounding almost as if you were crying.

“michael,” you moan in between kissing. you can’t believe you're his. you can't fathom the beauty of him, so close and for you to touch. a hand goes to his face and cuts into his long, thick hair as if it would get him any closer. “oh, michael.”

“what?” he echoes back to you, a cocky smile forming, widening as he explores the feeling of his teeth now nudging against your open lips. “what is it, baby?”

your lips don’t answer with the words he wanted, just kissed and kissed him. on his cheek, along his chin, and down lower to suck the sinew of his neck, licking with a bad need along his exposed collar beneath the buttons that you’ve been skillfully undoing in all your desperation.

michael moans in awe of you, letting out a husky breath as he tries to make room for your mouth, his hand still holding you, squeezing your body at the jolt of every touch on his sensitive skin. “what’re you doin’?” he asks, playing at cluelessness.

your open mouth continues all down his body, hands bracing you as you slide down his clothed chest, his rib cage, his stomach. “i-i can’t take it…” your statement comes out in sobs, longing so deep it chokes you.

michael laughs slowly, his eyes staying on you, “i knew it…you’ve had that look in your eye all night…” your face buries into the ridge in the crotch of his dress pants, kissing his groin and legs with your hot, open mouth. michael hears you sniffle, his teeth sinking deeper into his swelling lip. “like you want somethin,’” he adds, sadistically, to his teasing, but you barely hear him over the drunkenness that’s found you.

you cross to his right hand, near shaking as you kiss the back of his fingers, feel his hard knuckles press against the tip of your nose. you love this. worshipping him. his breath, elated, getting louder and louder in your ears, his lust coming over him to whisper his nastiest thoughts to you, watching you, his body unable to do much else but melt and give in... his other hand adjusts himself over his pants quickly, a way to relieve his ache.

his fingertips crawl along your bottom lip, curious. then feel your cheek and hold your parted jaw. following your head as you sit back on your heels, he watches you tilt back and open your mouth. he gives you his thumb with a sly smile.

“you’re—“ he breaks into a fit of giggles when your tongue tickles the underside—“you’re such a bad girl…”

his affirmation finds you in a hum, glittering his voice as you latch around his thumb, then his first finger inches its way inside, then his middle, long and smooth, relieves his thumb so he could focus on adding his ring finger, playing with them on your tongue to remind himself of how you’ll feel on him for real.

your head spins in the bliss, savoring the salty taste between each long ridge that dissolves and flows back down your throat. you rock a little, lifting your dress higher on your legs before taking his fingers out of your mouth. with a bit less grace in the darkness, you start to undo his belt, feeling inside his parted slacks for his underwear, soft fabric pushing toward you, wanting you to feel him.

“baby…” you gasp, awed by his firmness growing long against your palm. you take out your hand, pulling his pants further down on his thighs.

“c’mon, you’re playin’ too much,” he gusts, a childish frustration running over his senses, and you bite back a giggle at his eagerness, a nerve to tease him further, before you reach back inside, concentrating on pulling him out all the way.

then his voice came to you again, he was always so light, so sweet. “look at me,” he coos, softly, “look at me while you’re doin’ it.” and his large hand, so gently calm, moves to encourage you, on the back of your head.

but he’s a gentleman, so he lets go of your head and lifts his arms up, holding his hair back to let him see you better. he’d always told you everything of his was yours.

you just take what’s yours, baby, he’d tell you.

so there was never any hesitation when you look up at him with the dreamy eyes he loves so bad, and slide his dick in your mouth. suckling as it stretches out your lips and you bob a little deeper, eyes blinking closed with a satisfied moan that rumbles in your throat.

“oh, baby…yes,” michael sighs, lifting the hem of his shirt above his belly, fingers splayed out wide and rattling a little with each gust of breath.

soon he can’t help it, his hands hold your head, and he’s dragging his hips back and forth into you, as much as you can take, taking pleasure from the easy slide of your blissful mouth, your warm, raised tongue creating a holy place, a ring of fire in him. a moan accompanies his hands sewing into your hair, gritted teeth follows his head lolling back. he closes his eyes and whines, out of breath, “never felt so good…”

a quiet stomp comes down beside you from his readjusted leg. he’s trembling, heart sprinting, he sees his peak coming soon; faster and faster as it comes down in waves from his shoulder blades, crashing lightning into his belly and pooling finally around his still-moving hips.

michael’s head falls back down to watch you. “look at me, baby,” he says again, his voice hushed and pleading. your eyes slide up, wet now; your eyebrows knitting, so he can watch the precious wrinkle show in your forehead. the one he sees when he knows you’re feeling just as good as him. the thought overwhelms him, and he looks so sweet and helpless to you, his face crinkling now as he lets out a final groan, his orgasm so fast, you grab hold of his thigh to steady him, a pretty little whine curling out of you in reply.

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This deserves a metal wtf omgggggggg you snapped

[divinecrimson]

SUKUNA RYOMEN HEADCANNON

WARNINGS: fem reader implied, mentions of choking, deep throating, degrading, forcing, menacing talk, bully sukuna, mean sukuna, bratty fem reader implied. JEALOUS SUKUNA

I LUV THE SLUTZ

“Pay attention” sukuna spoke from above you, teeth gritting as he watch you take his cock with every thrust to the roof of your mouth.

He had waited all day to finally get his hand on you. It was your fault honestly, laughing so hard at gojos dumbass joke, dressing so perfectly, and even smelling like the best thing anyone has had the privilege to smell.

You knew that, he knew that you knew that. Sukuna watched as you looked up into his eyes, tears dripping down your face. “Awe you hate it so much..?” That fucking menacing tone. Grabbing your hair, sukuna pushed your mouth all the way down. ‘Fuck she feels so fucking good’ he didn’t say it, he couldn’t, this was about you and your behavior.

“Awe don’t do that.” Noticing your eyes squeezing shut to focus on not gagging. Maybe you should’ve fucking listened, you wouldn’t be on your knees choking like a dumbass slut now would you..?” The vibrations from his laugh spread through his chest, though if you asked him, he would deny that he was feeling like he was floating.

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♬ 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞́ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❣︎ 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠， 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟， 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙， ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑， 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑠𝑒𝑥， 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡， 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒， ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒， 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠， 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ）𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎）

EPISODE 001

𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 night the stars shined through the window of

𝐓𝐡𝐞 coffee shop at the edge of the Han River located in one of the business areas in Seoul, had been vacant at this hour. When the city slowed down and everyone went to sleep was when Deji stayed out late. Hours cleaning and cleansing her ridden brain from the horrid things she’d think of.

It was as if she had been hurt too much to have just one single night alone to the peace she longed for. Deji tapped her fingers slowly to the sound of her own breathing, heartache written across her features like a pen to a paper. If anyone had glanced at her through the window they’d noticed the tears that threatened to fall.

“Excuse me..are you guys still open?” A deep honey voice called out from behind her back, her legs moving before her brain could register. A mode she’d snap into easily when a customer was in need of assistance. Her tears paused in her eyes, as if they were never welling up to begin with.

“Yes we are! What can I get for you tonight?” She muttered softly, her fingers working the ordering screen behind the cashiers desk, eyes not glossing over the male out of habit.

Her voice wasn’t fooling anyone, the eyebags and aura of sadness seeping from her pores like a fountain before this very man’s eyes. “Can I just get an iced americano with two pumps of sugar?” He nodded whipping through his wallet to pull out a single ten dollar bill. “Alright that will be 4.67!” She mustered up the world of a happy worker with that line right there.

“Is there anything else you’d like me to add onto this order?” Damn she was overly working the customer satisfaction level as of now. “No thanks, and keep the change.” He walked off after handing her the bill, making his way to the window seat she had been seated in moments prior.

“Why is a woman working this cafe so late?” He asked more so out loud but of course she had to bring herself to answer, it would’ve felt rude especially because he seemed like he was genuinely curious. “Well I’m the new manager so it is my role to close up!” She over shared, this dude could’ve been a stalker or anything and she just told him basically she’d be here every night to close whenever she can.

Such a dumb ass.

Deji paused, her hands now finally done putting the money in the drawer before washing them and preparing to make the drink this ‘kind man ordered’

He nodded once, his back to her as he admired the gorgeous river through the window. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you or anyone to work this late?” He asked softly as the clock finally hit 2am.

This cafe wasn’t even supposed to be open past midnight yet here she was, lost in the track of time and serving this stranger some coffee like it was normal working hours here. “Yes well money is money.” Deji stated coldly. She didn’t mean to, honest but the questions he was asking gave off weird vibes than normal.

“After this you need to go home. Just how late were you planning to keep open?” As the coffee pot dinged she removed it and added the light ice to the cup before pouring it. “Ehh whenever the wind takes me home I guess.” She laughed, her skin hinting at a slight crack of light in her soul.

“Haha very funny, I’m serious, it’s not safe.” He stated now right before her, just now she noticed what he was wearing.

A grey Nike hoodie paired with matching jeans and all white air forces. Okay he could dress comfy that was for sure. “Ah yes a stranger worried for a damsel in no apparent distress?” She giggled causing him to crack a soft smile at her antics. “Yeah sure, this damsel seems pretty smart then huh?” Maybe working late wasn’t so bad when jokes like this came in clutch.

“I’m Haechan by the way, and you are..?”

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SORRY EVERYONE I DELETED TUMBLR FOR TWO MONTHS IM SO SORRYYYY BUT ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE I DESCOBERED THIS GORGEOUS GIRL ON TIK TOK AND I THINK ILL WRITE WITH HER IN MIND? Idk if that’s weird but she is absolutely beautiful to me like what?? Like guys look at this woman!! PLS GO CHECK HER OUT I CAN SEE SHES KINDA FAMOUS ON TIK TOK AND IF THATS HER GOAL CAN WE ALL HELP HER OUT? BECAUSE I THINK SHE JUST CURED MY WRITERS BLOCK!! Her @ is 1stop1sign on tik tok!! (Ps I’m working on the requests everyone sent in!!)

[divinecrimson]

SORRY EVERYONE I DELETED TUMBLR FOR TWO MONTHS IM SO SORRYYYY BUT ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE I DESCOBERED THIS GORGEOUS GIRL ON TIK TOK AND I THINK ILL WRITE WITH HER IN MIND? Idk if that’s weird but she is absolutely beautiful to me like what?? Like guys look at this woman!! PLS GO CHECK HER OUT I CAN SEE SHES KINDA FAMOUS ON TIK TOK AND IF THATS HER GOAL CAN WE ALL HELP HER OUT? BECAUSE I THINK SHE JUST CURED MY WRITERS BLOCK!! Her @ is 1stop1sign on tik tok!! (Ps I’m working on the requests everyone sent in!!)

[ghoultin]

╋━ MARTIN BF HEADCANONS

i feel like he's the type to create a genuine bond with a person first before dating them

he's not the type to rush into love, he takes time to get to know someone, you know?

and with that i bring you the friends to lovers martin agenda 2025

so, bf martin:

he loves drawing on your arms

at first, it started out as really small doodles on the back of your hand

then he drew a personalized bracelet on your wrist while you two were on the bus and stuck in traffic, which became a tradition every time there's traffic

and then one day, while you're on your phone doing something, he just goes, "can i draw on your arm?" and you went, "of course :D"

he was kinda nervous at first because he really, really wants to impress you, but you noticed and calmed him down a bit

martin seems like the type to keep different colored pens on him so you have #variety

he lets you pick the color/s and asks if you want something specific to be drawn

when you said no and let him have the freedom to do whatever he wants, ohh, he was in the zoneee

sososo cute, he's so focused, his eyebrows were scrunched, and his lips are pursed

when he was done, you were borderline conked out so he was debating whether to wake you up or risk the chance of his hard work potentially scrubbing off onto your white bedsheets

but you woke up on your own when you felt that he stopped drawing on you, so

he was like 😁 it's done now, what do you thinkkkk?

you loved it sm you posted it on pinterest

it was practically a half sleeve with how big it was, and you almost cried when you had to take a shower the next day

he reassures you that it's fineeee he could just draw another one (he was cheesing internally, lol he's probably like, "wow, my drawing meant that much to her, omg omg, i love my gf.")

after that, he got soooo much more creative!! he started bringing skin-safe markers and stuff

on the other hand, he gets so giddy and red and giggly when you're the one drawing on him

he keeps saying things like, "wow, that's so good," "woah, that looks nice," "yo, that's sick"

he's tucking your hair behind your ear and brushing the stray hairs away from your face while you tell him about the drama going on around your school, and he's got this dopey ass smile like 😍

got soooo loud when you were done, he was hooting and hollering and jumping everywhere while flexing (literally and figuratively) his arms

took care of it so dearly he got heated when the boys were chasing him with literal baby wipes and alcohol as a joke

did a fit check picture with his arm out for everyone to see on the elevator mirror (iykyk), and it's one of the most famous pictures of him up to this day

remember the drawing he did on your arm that you posted on pinterest? yeah, someone posted it on twitter alongside the picture of him in the elevator beside it, and the caption goes like, "this is soooo martin coded"

and he trended because, duh

someone brought it up during a live, and he was smiling ear to ear like a dumbass

"martin, were you the one who drew on your arm?"

and he just responds with, "nooo haha, someone did," and does a chad face 🫩

anyways,

he's soooooo casual

hear me out, hold on now

literally the opposite of nonchalant, i know, but he's just so normal and chill about things and so bf

^ the way he puts his arm around the back of the couch when you sit beside him, the hand at the bottom of your spine when walking side by side while leaning down to your level so he could hear you more clearly

hoodies!!! he already owns sooo many of them, but they quadrupled and multiplied the moment the two of you got together

he doesn't even buy it for himself he just goes, "ohh, this is pretty comfy, she's going to love this"

knows all the godly hidden spots and hole in the wall food stalls

but! his favorite is this old tteokbokki stall at the literal end of a night market run by a sweet old lady

you guys went there on your first date, and he took the opportunity to get to know you better while walking the longggg path over there

yes, it was absolutely planned. at first, he was like, "naaah, it's too far. it might not even be worth it for her it's just tteokbokki you know"

but it was THE tteokbokki spot for him, and he thought about how romantic it would be to chat with you while walking

he was imagining k-drama scenes in his head,

"i'm going to go tease her, and then i'm going to run when she gets pissed, and she's going to run after me, and then i'll suddenly stop to catch her in my arms and—"

comes the actual date, and he's literally like "🧍‍♂️hey haha how r u," and you guys walked in silence for a hot minute before he asked you something about music

and then it transpired to whose playlist was better

you arrive at the stall and ordered tteokbokki, right? while you were waiting, you suggested listening to martin's playlist while he listens to yours

he was like, "prepare to lose," and the two of you plugged in your earphones

you were so focused on critiquing his playlist that you didn't notice him looking absolutely dumbstruck by you

but halmeoni did and was like, "ahhh, young love"

martin turned red, and when you're done, you asked him why he's, you know, red, and he just goes, "the tteokbokki's spicy, that's all"

and you teased him for having "low" spice tolerance, and he just lets you

he and halmeoni meet eye to eye when you were just leaving, and she goes and mouths, "take care of her, young man," while holding a big ass spatula

then you guys go to the same spot every monthsary, and the nice old lady started recognizing you both

she goes "aigoooooooo" every time she sees you and asks you if martin's been taking care of you well 🥹🥹

hehe, halmeoni gets happy whenever the two of you visit; she got to see both of you grow more comfortable with each other as time went by, aw

okay, so

photobooths aaaaaaaaa

loves loves loves photobooths

he thought of going to photoboooths with you the night you two started dating and couldn't stop smiling for 3 hours

will turn his head at you the moment he even hears someone walk by and utter the word "photobooth"

your pictures w him during the first few dates were cute and silly poses

now it's just him kissing you (calm down) in 368292 ways and you in his lap (calm down) even though the booth could probably handle three people at once

pictures of you everywhere in the back of his phone, in his phone as a wallpaper, in his wallet, his room, his travel bag, probably underneath his bed as an easter egg for you to find, idk

you guys had your first kiss with each other at a photobooth

you can see in the photo sequence when was the exact moment he asked if he could kiss you

the four-grid photo strip ended with a very cute kiss in the end <33

^^ this is the picture that's on the back of his phone

moving on, i need you to be calm and read the next two bullets with nothing but pure intentions okay

he likes kissing you literally everywhere but your lips (in public, at least)

kiss on the cheek as a greeting, or the occasional kiss on the forehead when he's talking to his friends with his arms around your shoulder, the kiss at the back of your head when he's behind you in a line, a kiss on your knuckles when the two of you are doing nothing

aside from the obvious fact that physical touch is his love language, i thinkkkk he also likes quality time

like you could invite him to lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling, and he'd be like, "this is so poetic, babe"

hugs

bear hugsssss so so warm and comfy

aww, when you're getting teary-eyed in public, he'd ask you if you want to hide that you're crying by hugging youuuuuu

his shirts are always so comfy and smell so nice

i don't know how to explain it, but he smells like,, a man,, okay

blackberry and mix it with a little bit of deodorant and a hint of musk

you always bury your nose in his neck when hugging or cuddling him, and it makes him giggle every time awwwhhh

calls you baby and pretty

called you babe in the first month of your relationship

you called him baby unconsciously once when you asked him to grab something for you

grabs it and gives it to you with a "here you go, baby"

you called him dork once as a joke, and he was like, "ohhh, you're so in love with me, aren't you????????"

now you always call him dork when you're not calling him babe

loves it when you call him tin, but he adores getting called by silly names (ex. dork)

his absolute favorite is borzoi 😭😭😭

it's so special to him because that's his contact name on your phone too

at first, he was like, "hello????" but he just laughed it off afterwards with you when you showed him photos of a borzoi

ooooh, pets

he'd either:

a. absolutely adore them

b. be utterly terrified

if you have a cute and normal pet like a cat or dog, he'd treat them as his firstborn

if you have pet reptiles,,

would be so intrigued with a bearded dragon

he'd kinda joke around with it until beardie started running towards him

and bearded dragons run fast okay

tried to jump into your arms, and you just laughed at him

"heh, you look kinda stupid— babe, BABE"

let's talk snakezzz

screamed when he first saw your ball python

you assure him that no, it's not a random snake that waltzed its way into your room, and that yes, she's completely docile and doesn't bite

"tin, she doesn't bite >:(," "YES IT DO"

^^^ in relation?? HELLO, he'd totallyyyyy be the type to say vine references

his go to is renata bliss, and he'd do the fuckass freestyle dance too 😭😭😭

has a collection of bracelets

including the thin black ones that you could layer, yes yup

he kinda transfers them to your own wrists when you're holding hands :((

i think he has a higher than average spice tolerance, not the highest spice tolerance, but the tolerance is there regardless

loved the takis + cream cheese on a jalapeño food hack

still does it to this day

fave fridge raid munch are pickles with mustard

likes pickles and loves olives

pineapple on pizza believer unfortunately, wbk

he was salivating when he saw the savory snack plate in his fyp and whined in your arms for fifteen minutes when he couldn't find half of the ingredients in nearby lolllllll

unrelated-ish, but he likes mixing ranch with ketchup

made the tiffany plate once, and you both looked at each other after taking a bite of RAW broccoli dipped in mustard and cottage cheese and decided that some trends just aren't meant to be done

had a protein recipe phase dykwim

lists off the ingredients before feeding you anything ever since he accidentally gave you a milkshake with a wholeass egg in it

protein pancakes are a big no. he used too much protein, and it literally turned into rubber

hmmm, i think can cook decently, not the best per se, but he's not completely helpless in the kitchen

needs a recipe if he's making something, that kinda thing

in relation with cooking

he bakes one hell of a brownie, man

genuinely surprised you because it looked store-bought from a bougie french café

and he's like, "haha nooo, i made them!" with a huge chunk of chocolate between his teeth

fudgyyyyy on the inside, and the crust ?????

oh, he would fuck up a seafood boil

peels you shrimps, but he makes them kiss beforehand ???

he’s the opposite of a picky eater so he’s down to eat whatever with you

you joked once that you want to eat those deep fried insects and he starts showing you his literal bucket list of exotic and weird foods he’d like to try

eepy time

loves it when you lay on his chest like

he lets out the biggest satisfied sigh ever then hugs you closer to him

his stomach does that stomach noise where it sounds like something is melting and growling, and the acids in his stomach are mixing together, idk

pretty sure that's normal — but what is not normal is that it only seems to happen a lot when he's with you

he listens to your stomach when he's laying down on your tummy, lol

"woah, babe, that's like the hot sauce and the fries we had earlier" what

knocks the fuck out the moment his head hits your mattress

you coming over to his room is okay, okay. you two do whatever, he recreates the single ladies music video, he makes you laugh, cuddle yadda yadda

him coming over to your room, on the other hand

he just becomes soooooo soft

like everything smells like you, and it's filled with everything you love

cuddling in his bed pales in comparison to laying beside you in your bed alone

it's the vibe, he says

he gets so sleepyyyy don't invite him to do homework in your room the two of you will not finish shit

oh god

imagine him with his head on your stomach, and you're laying down, and you're telling him some kind of story, right?

and he just replies with those "hmm" and and

you could feel it in your stomach, his voice vibrates through your body

and his arms are around you, and he's clutching onto you like you're something precious

(you are)

[divinecrimson]

I know there is so much smut about virgin reader and x character but why is there never SECOND TIME HAVING SEX SMUT?!?

LIKE WE GET SHE LOST IT RIGHT BUTTTTTT WHY CANT WE HAVE SECOND TIME HAVING SEX SMUT BECAUSE IT FEELS EVEN BETTER SINCE YOURE GETTING USED TO IT? Like

I need to knowwwwwww maybe im gonna have to be the one to write it.

[divinecrimson]

ty Youre doing gods work fr..

what about poly ddingdongz?? i swear being w em would fix like 99% of my problems 😫 theyre both so passionate.. so full of love… with such kissable lips too.. imo they would keep your mouth busy all the time

Why ofc

Unfortunately I am super busy this week because I’m saving up for my birthday and working a lot so please bear with me! Can you remind me tomorrow to start working on it?

And thank you again for requesting!! I’ll come back and use this request to make sure you see it first hand! Kinda like tagging if that makes sense? Like a reply to this request but with the actual post linked?!

Anyways I love yall smm 💗💗

[reignpage]

IT'S A BIG DEAL-DO™

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ᯓ★ KENTO™ is a machine dildo. He’s got multiple functions — whether you want it slow and gentle like an attentive lover, faster and harder like a pent-up one night stand, or so rough that you’re left shaken and drooling because he used you to take his frustrations out — he can do it all! It’s a hands-off kind of deal; he wants to do the job for you. Just lay back and enjoy him to the fullest degree. You can trust that he’ll reach the deepest parts of you, that he’ll pay perfect attention to that gummy spot you love and he’ll never miss. He’s got the stamina and consistency no other dildo could give. This dildo is better than a real man.

ᯓ★ SUKUNA™ is a double dildo. One goes in the pussy and the other in the ass. Pushing you to your limits, enjoying all that you can provide, taking and taking. He’s not the kind of dildo you can use straight from the box; you have to work up to him. You have to be brave, truly adventurous and wild. Only those that love the feeling of being filled up to the extreme, the feeling of eye-watering pressure stretching them out thoroughly, would get the most out of this dildo. Oh, and the rubbing against each other through your thin walls? Incredible. This dildo is a two-faced beast.

man idk

[divinecrimson]

Fuck poly gongforz was so good… Thank you sm for feeding us Do you maybe think about doing hcs for other poly bnd duos??

Why ofc! And thank you so much for thinking so I was super nervous to post it because I haven’t done a HC in so longgggg

Like the last one I did was abt two months ago for leehan I think? I’m not sure but I am super happy you all like it!

As far as other duos hell yes!!

Just let me know who you want and I’ll work on it!!! 💗💗💗💗

[kingkaisen]

THE MISSING WOMAN

♡ — 𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: The wife of the richest man in town, Ryomen Sukuna, has gone missing, and detective Gojo is on the case. Detective Gojo also doesn’t particularly like your husband.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: Entrepreneur! Sukuna x reader x Detective! Gojo || mentions of death/murder, kidnapping, corrupt justice system, brief mention of sex, everyone just loves you, honestly!

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.8K

This week, Satoru Gojo’s coworkers purchased him a store-bought cake with congratulatory, yellow squiggles placed on it by an underpaid baker who certainly didn’t give a damn that the best detective in the city was celebrating his seventh year at the job.

Call him crazy.

Perhaps, he was, as no sane person could do what he does for a living. Still, the last near decade taught him that chatting with a corpse — not literally, though before his career turned him into a cold man who could no longer feel his heart beating, he did like to say a few parting words — was far easier than talking to families. To friends of a victim. To suspects.

Why?

Because he had to deal with idiots like your husband, Ryomen Sukuna.

No, Ryomen Sukuna was no idiot. That was the problem.

The entrepreneur sat in an uncomfortable chair, arm slung across the table, pretending to be oblivious to the accusatory eyes watching him through the one-way mirror.

“You’d be surprised how many men report their own wives as missing, knowing they’re the ones who killed ‘em,” Satoru took a sip of his warm coffee packed to the brim with cream and sugar. “They think it makes them look more innocent. My favorite part of it all is when they call 911, put on an Oscar-worthy performance, and think they got away with it scot-free. Then, bam, we find the murder weapon in their backyard, a neighbor reports seeing them leave their house with a big bag at 3 A.M., you get the idea.”

“I don’t know, Satoru. He seems pretty shaken up.” The woman beside him twirled a strand of her brown hair.

Satoru eyed her as she did so — an act of pure bad nerves on her part. He knew it.

It was rather odd for her to be here right now. She knew it.

After all, her thing was dealing with the dead bodies, and right now, there wasn’t one.

Truth be told, he liked Shoko as a person. It was bittersweet and somewhat fun to grab a beer with her after a long, devastating day at work, but he couldn’t help but associate her presence with failure.

Because, here she was, standing by his side, watching Ryomen Sukuna as if your cold, dead body was already in her possession, waiting to be picked apart by her tools and investigative eyes.

It was as if she, and everyone else in this goddamn building, had already written you off. Satoru did too, in many ways. It couldn’t be helped. He had seen the ending of this story too many times, and rarely was it a happy one.

But still, until that man sitting in that plain room confessed, or investigators alerted him to a deceased Jane Doe floating in a river or buried in the woods, he’d appreciate it if someone, anyone, including himself, would believe that he’d find you alive and well.

That was his idea of success.

Or, at least, it used to be, back when he was a newbie with big dreams and a shit ton of hope. Now, success meant justice. Letting victims rest in peace. Not finding them alive.

Satoru took another sip of his coffee, the sugar unpleasantly clashing against his teeth, but he didn’t care.

“Sukuna’s smart. Everyone in town knows he’s up to no good. Men that rich usually aren’t.” Satoru dropped his voice to a whisper, low enough to be drowned out by the sound of printers, ringing phones, and shuffling feet. “He’s the sorta guy who always has law enforcement on his side because he pays them triple what the city does.”

“Kill someone and not spend a day in jail.”

“You get the picture.”

“But,” Kento Nanami suddenly appeared with a closed folder in his hands, adjusting his blazer as he joined Shoko and Satoru in both their conversation, and their observation of Ryomen. “More often than not, when Ryomen gets accused of something, it’s always because someone was messing with his wife. A man being a pervert, for example.”

“Rumor has it he murdered that man.” Shoko lowered her head, mumbling, “Well deserved.”

“Give me a break, you two think he’s innocent? Come on. He commits crimes like it’s no one’s business and the worst thing on his record is a speeding ticket. He’s protective of his wife, sure, but if he’s so protective that he kills or hurts people who bother her, and, from what I heard, always has cameras around or bodyguards surrounding her, how in the hell is she missing right now? Do you know?” Satoru looked at Shoko, then at Kento. “Do you, detective?”

“I see your point.” Kento’s eyes were gazing over with a sadness Satoru wasn’t familiar with.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I knew his wife. She was . . .” Kento paused, realizing that he, too, already assumed the worst. He looked down at a smiling, printed photograph of you, paper clipped to the outside of the folder in his hand, a folder holding the details of your case. A folder he, technically, wasn’t allowed to have. “She is a very sweet woman. I hope she’s alright.”

“Old flame of yours?” Satoru’s words seemed teasing, but they weren’t, in truth. He spoke out of genuine curiosity.

“Let’s just say I know her well enough that, despite my level of expertise, I cannot be involved in the case due to a conflict of interest. She’s just a sweet woman.”

“So sweet she’d marry a guy like Ryomen Sukuna?”

“Yes,” Kento adjusted his tie, all before he started to walk away. “Because he isn’t the kind of man who’d murder his wife.”

—

Satoru stepped into the observation room with a fellow detective tagging along behind him and shutting the door.

“Good evening. I’m detective Gojo, this is detective Geto. We-”

“You’re done watchin’ me from behind that glass?” Sukuna tapped his finger against the table, smiling sadly, shaking his head. “There’s a buncha cops in this building, but how many are out there, looking for my wife?”

“We’re doing everything we can, sir,” Satoru took a seat alongside Suguru, rolling up the white sleeves of his button-up shirt. “But we have to ask you a couple of questions. Is that alright with you?”

He gave a small nod.

“I know you’ve been asked this plenty of times already, but I’m the one in charge of your case now, so I’d like to hear it with my own ears. When’d you last see your wife?” Watching him with his sharp blue eyes, Satoru waited and listened, listened and waited for any sign of guilt. A lie. Anything.

And Suguru, who mainly served as a second pair of eyes and ears, cleared his throat and did the same.

“Last night. It was just a normal day. I went to work, she went grocery shopping, uh, I came home, we had dinner, sex, showered, went to bed, and she was gone when I woke up. She doesn’t go jogging in the mornings or anything like that. When I wake up, she’s always right beside me.”

No alibi, Satoru thought. Her last known whereabouts without having to take his word for it were the grocery store. We checked all of their fridges, and everything she bought did make it home, so that only makes this guy look more guilty.

“You claimed that whoever took your wife was smart enough to take out your security cameras.”

“Yeah.”

“You also have bodyguards or security stationed at your mansions at all times, including the one you stayed in last night with your wife.”

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

“There was also no sign of forced entry,” Satoru leaned forward, piercing Sukuna with his intense gaze. “No signs of any struggle, either. Those kinda circumstances lead us to believe that your wife knew her attacker. I gotta say, you also seem fairly certain that your wife was kidnapped.”

“If she was home one minute and not the next, what the hell else could’ve happened, idiot? She didn’t run away. That woman loves me. And I know she’s not dead. She better not be dead.” Sukuna clenched his jaw. “Listen to me, I have a lot of enemies, alright? You don’t do what I do and expect everyone to be your friend. You heard about me. I own businesses. I own that club down the street, the bar you like to go to when you get off work, the resort you wish you could afford to stay at. That means I have a lotta employees, and they don’t always like it when you promote someone over them, cut their hours, you get what I mean?”

“You believe one of your employees might have taken your wife,” Satoru said, rather as a statement than a question.

“That, or some broke guy who’s gonna try to get me to pay millions to get her back.”

Sukuna balled his trembling hand into a fist, his eyes bloodshot, both from misery and bloodlust. “I know you, Satoru. I know just about everybody. You’re the guy who’s good at finding people once they’re dead, never alive. But you'd better find her alive. Stop treating me like a suspect, and find her alive. You know what? I don’t give a damn if you think I did it. I really don’t. I’m not stupid, I know how this shit looks, yeah? And you can put an innocent man behind bars if it’ll help you sleep at night, but you just better find her. I swear to god, you better . . . you better find her. Do you understand me?”

Satoru didn’t respond immediately. Though the observation room was rather cold, the shiver that shot up Suguru Geto’s spine wasn’t related to chills, but rather, the tension in the room that was so thick, he could have sliced it with one of Shoko’s medical tools.

“We’ll do everything we can to find your wife,” Suguru smiled politely.

—

Following a few more unsatisfying questions, the interrogation ended with Satoru’s coworkers crowding him at the door. But the tall man refused to look anyone in the eye.

“Well?” Shoko asked.

Kento didn’t speak, but his tired face told Satoru that he too was waiting for him to say something. Anything.

Satoru scratched the side of his white head of hair, his eyes darting up to a big screen a short distance away. There, most of his coworkers were gathered, watching what appeared to be a news channel discussing the details of your case.

Shots of Sukuna’s mansion were shown, along with people, both concerned, nosy civilians huddled together for warmth, and reporters from other news stations with their cameras and microphones ready, all of them, gathered outside of the place you were last seen.

He knew then that this case would blow up. It would become national news in just a few days. Perhaps, international.

He looked at the blonde reporter going on and on about you, the missing woman, and then, your beautiful face appeared. It was the same, smiling photograph that Kento had.

Satoru locked eyes with you just as Shoko tapped his arm.

“Satoru? I’m waiting to hear what you think.”

Without glancing away from your breathtaking picture upon the screen, from your eyes which seemed so full of life as they stared into his, Satoru’s heart skipped a beat, and he mumbled, “I think he’s guilty.”

Hi! What did you think? I’m considering turning this into a series! Lmk if you wanna be tagged!

[divinecrimson]

I med moreeee 😩😩💗

[divinecrimson]

★ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘 ★ 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐙★

★ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sex, smut, mentions of choking, rough sex, READER GENDER IS HINTED, love, pet names, vanilla sex mentioned, choking, grabbing, slight bdsm (if you squint)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

𝐀/𝐍: @vxlnova has requested this! I wasn’t able to make many as of now due to me being busy so I am very sorry and I hope you like it! 💗

More HEADCANNONS here!!!!!

Poly gongfourz! That take turns pressing you down no matter what. Taesans fucking you? No problem leehan got it, his big warm hands snaking up to firmly press down your hips. Leehan is making love to you? Don’t worry taesan holds you perfectly to make sure you don’t collapse. “I’ll always hold you baby..”

Poly gongfourz! Where leehan always manages to somehow lick your clit when you’re getting fucked. Even if the space between your legs is limited somehow his tongue always finds your clit. “Taste so good my love…”

Poly gongfourz! Who take turns, not how you think might I add. Taesan likes to start off first if the mood calls for rough sex. His demeanor completely changes as he prepares to beat your pussy from the inside out. He loves to take no time punching your g-spot as if his anger was punishing you simply because you deserve it. “I know baby I know…you deserve it mmh?”

Leehan on the other hand can’t help but love to watch, ready for the toys he plans to add, he’s the kinkier one for sure. The way his eyes gloss over as he prepares the toys in a line on the edge of the bed while your screaming? Just imaging the feeling of your body leaking everywhere for them. His cock twitching with the sadistic smile on his lips. “Such a good girl for us..”

Poly gongfourz! Where leehan (the quieter one) has the most imagination, he can’t help but bring his ideas to taesan like they are twins. They do everything together at the hip. If leehan wants to tie you up? Taesan agrees. If taesan wants to edge you? Who is leehan to disagree:) “you can take it baby, come on just one more for me hm?”

Poly gongfourz! Where taesan is the more vanilla naturally. He loves to comfort you, baby you and kiss your fears away but if you just so happen to feel like you are insecure? He will fuck the shit out of you, pinning your legs on either side of you and making you take it until you finally feel pretty. “Tell me how beautiful you are, Now.”

Poly gongfourz! Who like to grip your skin like it was apart of them. One glimpse of your naked body and they’re hard like a lollipop. Don’t let them see you get out the shower…you’ll be back in pressed against the wall.

Poly gongfourz! Who make consent an even bigger thing than it already is. “I want to hear you love, tell me you need this?” “You want it baby? Tell me how you need it mmh?” “It’s okay darling, just say the words and we’ll give you what you need”

Poly gongfourz! Who somehow manage to leave you stuck when they are done with you, those deep strokes leehan provides with the contrast of taesans rough kisses? Or taesans rough pounding that allows you to feel leehans gentle fingers. “Mmmh I get it baby, you need it so bad…”

[nkogneatho]

you know when men do that thing before eating pussy like they ogle at it as if they're inspecting something? all while getting their lips wet. they tease your clit with a blow of air and smirk when you yelp. a big fat blob of spit lands on your clit and they lustfully gaze as it slides down to your entrance. then their thumb prods inside the hole of your pussy, pushing the blob of spit in as if they're checking how deep can their tongue go. and when you whimper and wiggle your legs in desperation, that's when they yank you closer, lock your thighs under their big biceps and start sucking like a starving man. yeah. that. fuck.

[divinecrimson]

Mannn

[divinecrimson]

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄?!

𝐖𝐇𝐎’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁✰𝐂𝐇?

ERIC DRAVEN X FEM READER SMUT!

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cursing, mentions of holding down, rough sex, p!v, penetration, mentions of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mentions of forcing, consensual sex, angry sex, at home sex, loverboy Eric!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT BELOW CUT!

“𝐅uckkk—! I’m- im bea-!" You panted out, the heat in your tummy building as you tried your hardest to force the words from behind your throat and out into the open, fingernails clawing at the sheets beside and underneath you to ground you, even for but a single moment.

“Say it properly. I want to hear you mean it.” He slows his movement deliberately, teasing your orgasm lovingly as his azul eyes bore into yours, his aura eating you up.

He watched as you huffed, his long cock dragging against your perfect spot that had you seeing stars beneath his broad body. “F-fine! I’m beautiful. happy?!” You said with slight irritation, your eyes narrowing in annoyance at his persistence.

You watched as he smirked, resuming his intense pace like before but this time with a rougher edge,slamming into that spot you needed oh so badly with a dark twisted smile on his blessed features.

This had all started because you had the nerve to disrespect yourself infront of him. As if he didn’t breathe for you? Like you weren’t a goddess in his very pretty eyes?

And now what? All that work and self hatred got you in a deep mating press, his hands gripping the blood from your thighs to hold your body down, to take his delicious cock with every word uttered beneath his soul to yours.

“There you go~ baby..” he whispered down into your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck like a ghost, fingers tightening around the back of your plump thighs. Shit the sight of you beneath him almost had him shooting ropes into your lovely pussy. “But I’m not done yet, I’ll keep fucking you until you 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 it.” You should’ve known. The way he worshiped the ground you walked on? The way he babied you no matter what and the way he spoke about you as if you were a painting come to life? You weren’t leaving this bed with the ability to walk any time soon let him make sure of it.

Knocking the wind out of you, Eric watched you gasp loudly, your eyes rolling back as you tried to scoot away from the pressure in your tiny pussy.

A small huff of a laugh leaves him breathlessly. He gripped your thighs firmly, not letting you move away. “Nah, take all this shit.” Eric nodded down at your pussy before he spoke again, looking up through his lashes. “She can so why can’t you?” Like he was talking the orgasm out of you at this very moment.

Eric grabs your hips, his grip so tight you knew it wouldn’t just leave a bruise, it’s leave a stain, on your body that he did you all ways but lose in this bed on your own account. All your fault. “This beautiful~ body of yours, belongs to me.” Shit- he had you fucked up if he ever doubted that it did.

You screamed out, pussy leaking like a hole in a boat, eyes watering. The sheer about of force he used to pound you into the mattress adding to the back problems you already inherited from your heavy breasts, the same ones bouncing like a yoyo infront of his dark eyes.

“Mmm!, yeah mama~ there you go~” he cooed, voice teasing but in the hottest way as you caught a glimpse of that sinister smile he carried so naturally. That look that read your body. Oh shit you were cumming before you knew it. That stretchy feeling around the big cock digging you out.

Like a good scratch, like a moth to a flame. “Ouuuuu shittttt!” Your hands grab at his biceps, hips desperately trying to jerk but managing no movement against his hold. Normally you would hate the feeling of being trapped, but now? Under your husband? Oh shit it felt deeply good to take it.

To feel that yummy slam. To feel the way he was beating your cervix in the most 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 way you’ve ever known since you two met. Nothing made him fuck you this rough then when you doubted yourself. Shit he won’t let anyone disrespect you even if you’re the one doing it.

He watched it all, the stutter in your moan, the way your eyes rolled back and your pussy fluttered with a jolt of your hips, the sadistic half smile half shock. The squirt of your pussy as you couldn’t do anything but moan and jolt into the sheets, legs locking with the pleasure coursing through your body.

“Uh huh, now tell me again, and this time I want you to mean it while you’re looking at me.” He chased your eyes that fluttered through the orgasm you were currently having, knowing you were too fucked to try to make sense but it did give him the chance to paint that shit in you.

“I’m- I’m beautiful.” You panted out.

“That you are” he laughed softly giving you a deep kiss.

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TEACHERS PET

In which sim jaehyun was your teacher/ boyfriend but he decided he couldn’t do it anymore.

Warnings: arguing, angst, rain, hatred, lying, mentions of being used, corruption, age gap, distance, love, breaking off.

ID PREFER IF MDNI !!!!

INSPIRED BY MELANIE MARTINEZ- TEACHERS PET (song)

“If I’m so special why am I secret? Yeah why the fuck is that?” You asked, tears threatening to fall from your broken face. Glass pieces shattering in your heart as the man you loved stood before you breaking this (whatever this was) off.

He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking. “Because you are a kid! I’m your teacher for fucks sake.” Cold. It felt cold and distance as the words rolled right off his tongue to the depths of your soul. It hurt as if you were being ripped apart.

“Do you regret the things we shared that I’ll never forget? Well…do you tell me that!” You stepped forward reaching for his arm but instead being forced to see him reel back, like your touch would hurt him.

He roared in anger, the front porch of his house felt cold, the rain feeling like nothing compared to the hurt and betrayal your chest had experienced feeling. “we had nothing…Nothing. I am your teacher this is wrong, You are wrong.” He gritted through his teeth bitterly.

“Why is it so hard to love me back! We’ve fucked! We’ve talked, we go on private dates and all sorts of things” you cried, reaching out for him once again, hoping he’d hold you away from the cold rain, away from the judgmental world like he did once before. That hope didn’t last long when he groaned, running his fingers through his hair.

“We won’t anymore. This is over. You are my student. In what world is this okay?!, Why can’t you see that!” A deep sigh rubbing from his chest, the warm hands that used to mold you now cold and out of reach.

“But we’re perfect together! I just want to be with you. I want you to love me!” You reasoned, you cried, you yelled…anything to get the love of your life back into your life thought the door was closing.

“I can’t! You’re a child. You aren’t what I need!” His hand reaching for the handle to his front door, ready to shut you out for good. He can’t possible hate you that much?

“I know I’m young but my mind is well beyond my years. I knew this wouldn’t last but fuck you! Don’t you leave me here!!” The last bit of reasoning you had left fighting through to the end of this conversation.

“I can’t do this.” His final sentence as he slammed the door, walking back deep inside his home to play house with his pregnant fiancé that had been showering.