#'cause i really really REALLY desperately need writing partners

[starconstruction]

Ok!! I would love to see something with Choerry!! I can suggest tags I would particularly love, but plot I would have to brainstorm 😅

Tags: Heavy impregnation(!!!!!!!!), belly bulge, squirting&multiple orgasms, deepthroating, nipppleplay/breasfeeding, thighjobs/feet. I saw you like yandere. Maybe some heavy jealousy?

Literally anything you’d like !!

Plot suggestions are here just cause I’d feel bad just asking for a member and you doing all the heavy creative writing (but please do anything you’d like with it if you have an idea you want!!): coworker lip makes choerry jealous, forcing her to make m!reader remember who she belongs to.

Or maybe she tags along with? Anything you desire!! Hope to read it someday!

Thanks

Jealous Loving Partner

Yandere Choerry x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: Impregnation, multiple orgasms (both people), foot worship, foot job, feet kink, deepthroating, edging, belly bulge, squirting, creampie, riding, nipple sucking.

Crazy first ask, thank you for submitting! I hope it is up to your standards, I only feel a bit of shame.

WC: 2046

not proof read

The monotous clicking of your keyboard resonated through the sterile office, scents of an overabundance of old paper, laying anywhere and everywhere there was space, on the tables, on the floor, in cabinets. The intense workload was stressing you beyond relief. You were one of the only few employees left at this ungodly hour, it paid extraordinary amounts of money, but 80 hour work weeks has their toll on your body.

You sipped on your coffee, the comforting taste of dirt filled your mouth. It was disgusting however it gave you vital energy. Only one more hour and you can finally go home to your loving partner, Choerry. You two had been together for a little over 4 years, she was quite intense. Only a penny drop away at any moment, her messages frequently popped up. She could message you 10-20 times an hour and would get sad if you didn't respond to every single one. But apart from being a bit obsessive she was perfect.

You were engrossed in your work, ignoring the bright bursts of light that radiated from your phone, desperate to finish those projects that haunted you, a gentle hand pressed against your shoulder, distracting you from your goals. It was your coworker, you knew very little about her. Her brown hair laid flush on her shoulder, she was wearing a grey cardigan, shoulders exposed as she looked at your computer.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. Y/N right?" She said, voice quiet as she got your attention.

"Yeah, what do you need?" You replied, pulling away from your desk to give her your full attention.

"I have an issue with my computer, I'm on graveyard shift so I cant call someone else later, you're really my only hope." She looked down at the ground, giving a pleading smile.

"Sure I'll help"

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What you hoped would be a small few minute job ended up being an entire hour long venture, the computer locked her with violence and aggression. Kim Lip, she said her name was. Her conversation was light as you two sprung words between each other, leaving work to the side as you fought tooth and nail to get this working.

Your shift was over, you being able to finally get out this office for the next few hours. "Alright Kim Lip, I'm out for the night." Slinging your bag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave when she stopped you. "I'll walk with you" she said. Coming behind you as you two left the building.

Your jaw dropped, Choerry was waiting for you outside. Staring daggers into you and Kim Lip, her feet digging into the ground, stomping as she dragged you away from her. "Piss off" she barked, venom spitting out of her words. Kim Lip looked at you in confusion as you got put into the passengers seat of the car.

Choerry opened the driver's seat as she clambered in, the air filled with tension. You watched in fear as she turned on the car. The music cranked all the way up, her face was an unreadable anger. Not sparing you a glance as you two sat in painful silence. You were in for it the second you got home.

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Choerry pressed you into the wall of your shared bedroom, her body resting against you as she pulled your clothes off, fabric teared as she grabbed your shirt with reckless abandon. Buttons popped out as her hand gripped your chest, squeezing and groping every part of your torso. "Who the fuck was that?!" she growled, her teeth biting into your neck as you gasped in pain. "Are you fucking cheating on me with that whore?!" she continued.

"What? Choerry she's my co-worker." You said, trying to soothe her unrelenting anger. Choerry's biting got even sharper, blood drawing on everywhere her teeth dug into. "I don't fucking believe you!" Her hands playing with your pants as she shoved them down with your underwear in one fell swoop.

Her hand roughly stroked your cock, aggressively going up and down with no care for your pleasure. "Bet you wish it was her? She looked pretty maybe you wish it was her!" Choerry shouted, pumping her hand on your dick. Pained gasps left your mouth as she showed no signs of slowing down. "Choerry I-" She cut you off. "Shut up! You will take what I give!"

Her eyes stared up at you, intense orbs of anger. Her lips brushed against your tip, taking you into her awaiting mouth as she bopped up and down, licking your dick from the tip to the base, her blonde hair fired everywhere as she kept sucking, heavenly sensations shot over your cock, your hands desperately grabbing onto the wall. Fearing what would happen if you dare touched her.

Choerry's lips pressed against your crotch, breathing in your scent as your cock laid jammed in her mouth, drool formulated all over you as it started to overflow, dripping out the corners of her lips, landing on your balls as she held you there, your dick fully wrapped in Choerry's mouth.

She finally pulled away, giving you a second of respite from the luxury of her mouth. Her anger still fully visible, you were in the eye of the storm. Her hands braced you as she thrusted you into her mouth once more. Much rougher than before, gagging all over your length, vibrations pulsing on your tip, her head game was divine. You felt your orgasm on the verge of the horizon. "Choerry darling I'm going to cum!" as soon as those words left your mouth, her mouth withdrew. The sensation of being edged burned, leaving a painful singe in her absence.

You couldn't begin to complain as your body was thrown onto the bed. Bouncing against the mattress as your body landed in the middle, Choerry approached the bed, swaying her hips as she got to the edge. She looked so hot, a beacon of danger and desire. Her hand reached into her bed compartment, pulling out a gleaming pair of handcuffs. Trapping you against the bed.

"Baby, you need to make up for your cheating." Her hand ran up and down your chest, goosebumps coated your body as you shuddered.

"I didn't chea-" A strong force came down on your face. "I said no talking!" Her actions brought fear to you, Choerry has always seemed possessive but this was so out there. You swallowed your saliva as she took off the lower half of her clothes, throwing them everywhere and anywhere.

She sat down on your legs, crushing them slightly as she Choerry's feet pressed up against your nose, the intense stench of sweat filled your nostrils, her soles rubbed against your lips, the salty taste of sweat lingered on your mouth as she kept playing with your mouth. "Clean them off, show me how much you love me" She beamed a terrifying smile as your tongue went up and down, tasting more of her sweat as you lapped her feet clean.

Choerry jammed her foot into your awaiting mouth, swirling your tongue around her toes, wiping the dirt away as you gave her what she wanted. The loss of power intoxicated you as you took every action, her other foot trailed your body, finding it's way to your shaft. Still rock hard and throbbing as she grinded her foot all over it. Muffled gasps combined with gags as her foot pressed against the back of your mouth.

Her foot rubbed you violently, the sensation too much to handle as she got off on your misery, your loving partner turning into a demon in the bedroom. Choerry's foot withdrew from the depths of your mouth, saliva dripping on your chest as you caught your breath. "Good boy! You are being so good." She wrapped both her feet around your length, working harmoniously as she grinned, the feeling of her soles was soft and undeniably perfect. Bucking your hips under the pressure of Choerry's nonstop actions, the familiar feeling of the orgasm trying to come out yet again, her feet rubbed your balls and you felt seconds from unloading.

"No. You don't have the right." Her voice laced with a thick venom as she channeled her inner sadism, feet withdrawn as she got off your legs. You whined when she left the room, forcing you to lay there and contemplate your feelings. She was back promptly, the rest of her clothes removed. Holding something in her hands.

"You see these?" Her hand revealed a set of pills. You gulped. "That's right honey.. My birth control, I don't think we need them anymore. You'd agree right?" Panic seized your body as she stared at you, awaiting the correct answer. Your throat went dry as you thought about all the consequences of every possible answer. She wasn't just speaking from the loving woman she was usually, coming from a deep wish to have you by any means necessary.

"I'm waiting." She spoke bluntly, getting clearly frustrated as she stood there, this wasn't logical, wasn't normal. But deep down you wanted to take the next step with her. "Yes. Choerry. My love, let's go further." She smiled sweetly, throwing those pills into the wall as she approached.

Choerry straddled your body, right above your shaft as it pointed against her cunt, rubbing against her, getting the tip wet in her essence. A deep breath came from her mouth as her body lowered into yours. Her walls clamped down on you, the first inch being tortuous as she started to sink down, the sensation was overwhelming. Loud gutteral moans came from your lips as Choerry started screaming, "Fuck... My love! Your dick is so good, I love you!" she gasped, bouncing up and down violently as the bed shook. "I love you!"

Her fingers dug into your chest, leaving red marks as you met her halfway, skin slapping as your crotches connected. You knew you weren't going to last very long after her precious edging. She could sense your closeness as you thrusted more irregularly, "That's right baby, make me a mommy! Cum in me!" She let out a satisfied moan as you shot your load into her pussy, giving her the present she wanted. "Hmmm that feels good.. Your cum is so warm.." Her body gasped, she kept bouncing despite your sensitivity. Pain erupted all over your body for the 5th time today.

"Choerry please.. Slow down" Your voice was pained as you laboured to speak, it seemed to only spur her on as she kept bouncing, even stronger as she started gripping on you even more intensely. "Fuck fuck! I'm gonna cum baby!" She shouted as your shaft fucked your cum further into her. Large amounts of her liquid shot over your shared bed as she came undone.

She held herself there as she let you relax, no thoughts were in your head as you breathed in the shared scent of sweat and sex, your hands laid on your bed as Choerry smiled at you. "I think you can go another round yeah? Really make sure I get pregnant" You really couldn't go another round, but her smile was so disarming. Nodding as she started picking up the pace. You ignored the burning sensation in your loins as she moaned.

Choerry leaned forward, holding you up as she brought her breasts to your mouth, "Suck on my nipples baby, imagine how full they'll be when you knock me up." Her voice was glazed over as you took her left boob into your mouth, sucking on her bountiful bosom, her skin slightly sweet to the taste as she arched her back. "Fuckk keep sucking, right there." Her hands pressed into the back of your head, clinging onto strands of your hair.

Your orgasm hit like a tsunami as you shot another load into her awaiting body, biting her nipple as you doused it in saliva. Your orgasm triggered a chain reaction, another douse of her squirt hit the bed. She removed your hungry mouth from her breasts, smiling. Her stomach was bulging with your load, completely stuffing her.

"You are mine, completely now baby. No more co-workers."

She was batshit insane, but she was yours, and you were hers.

[thedreadvampy]

I tried listening to Olivia Rodrigo and I'm sure this is really good for its target audience of Teen Girls Going Through A Breakup but has she actually ever put out a song that isn't about a guy cheating, breaking up with her and moving on to someone else?

like babe he's not coming back it's been 2 years you gotta find something else in your life

[keferon]

I should be asleep but this is consuming me.

So have this poorly thought out fic drabble idea of mine:

Prowl is in pain, hurt and agony, physically and emotionally. He shouldn't have let Jazz convince him, he should have listened to that tingly uncertain feeling on his spark about this

But dammit was Jazz so...so convincing. It pained him to realise how much he wanted to trust the organic.

What didn't help was that bastard in front of him giving him mock grief. Prowl knew he did not care at all about how he feels, he knew there was some sort of sick enjoyment to all of this.

"Sorry, he couldn't come visit again. He actually had to help out with the newest mech, in fact, this prototype had one of your own parts in it!" Prowl wanted to sob, twisted asshole.

Suddenly, something seemed to have caught the organic's attention. Prowl didn't hear it at first, but once the man in front of him turned around in confusion, he heard it, there was some sort of commotion on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, before any of them could question what was going on, the doors burst out open with an explosion, causing many tools to clatter to the ground as the ground shook.

"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!" Prowl, in a weak yet desperate attempt, turned his head to look at the direction of the voice. He recognised it-

"Jazz?" He spoke weakly. That seemed to have crushed the organic's soul, his face crumbling from his previous rage, before, in a blink of an eye, it turned back to fury. Fury so strong it could kill whoever dared look.

"Jazz?!" The twisted man standing in front of Prowl's face looked offended if not straight out annoyed at the other's presence. "What are you-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence before the other dropped whatever it was he had been holding and jumped on top of him. The two fought for a while, Jazz punching the guy a few times on the face before grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Jazz huffed, making sure to keep his eyes on his target for a second to see if that was enough to have knocked him out. It was. And once he was sure the guy wouldn't come back at him, he turned to look at Prowl, who so far, has only made move to watch the whole thing go down.

It took a while for the mech to properly process how Jazz looked, how he looked at him. Guilt, pain, sadness, exasperation even. It almost seemed like he was...crying?

"Prowl!" His partner? Ex-partner? (He wasn't sure anymore), ran to grasp his face, and he let him, to weak to fight back like he wanted to. Then he felt it, small droplets of water fall down his faceplates, 'Oh, so he was crying'. "I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-" as he moved, Prowl took notice of how dishevelled the other looked, the sudden smell of iron making him realise that he seemed to be covered in blood, if it was his own or not, Prowl wasn't sure, perhaps it was both. Taking a closer look, he started to notice all the small bruises and scratches on Jazz's face, in fact he took notice of a limp on his left leg too.

The other just seemed to be mumbling to himself as he tried to free Prowl, who so far has not spoken all that much, he felt too weak and tired, and he really had nothing to say other than a simple reply to what Jazz said before but he didn’t process it till now

"You really shouldn't have..."

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Ok that's all i have rn, bc I'm not much of a writer and idk how to write these characters so they might be a bit OOC sorry ^^;;

But feel free to like add and/or fix anything to this.

Just wanna add the note that maybe, the reason Jazz found out is bc he recognised Prowl's plating on the new mech thing they built ;)

OH MY GOD I CANT EVEN

RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS. OH FUCK. THI s. SO GOOD AND PAINFUL IM ASCENDING TO SOME NEW UNDISCOVERED DIMENSIONS

ALSO. oh my fucking god you have galaxy brain for this. imagine the horror Jazz feels when he sees this random new robot his boss wants to test. And it’s plating is so freaking familiar. He runs his hands along the panels. And he recognises them, even repainted. Because he spent so much time sitting on them, repairing them, crawling on them with his magnets. Sleeping on them even. He sees the “scar” from the time he helped Prowl to fix his armor and welded some cracks in it.

And now the fucking plates are here but Prowl isn’t.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

hii, can you please write hdcs of yandere sonic/shadow x reader who's already married? :)

A/n: I don't exactly feel comfortable doing married, but I will do like in a relationship already

Yandere!Sonic/Shadow x reader already in relationship

Sonic:

Sonic can’t help but trail after you and your partner, zipping by to catch a glimpse of you.

Hes always watching, making sure your okay, you're happy, if there’s any sign you’re unhappy in your relationship...

He convinces himself it’s because he’s “protecting you,” but really, he’s just desperate to not leave you alone with.. them

Sonic is great at pretending to be your “best friend.” He’ll casually ask how things are going with your partner, subtly pushing for any details that would give him an opening.

If there’s even a small complaint from you about your partner, Sonic will leap on it. “Oh, they really did that? Yikes, Y/N. You deserve way better, you know that?

He'll subtly (or not) put down your partner. Hinting that you deserve better, but its all through the same joking tone, so you take it as one when it really isnt.

Sonic can be surprisingly sneaky when he needs to be. He’ll drop tiny, seemingly innocent hints to make people doubt your partner.

“Yeah, I heard they’re still close with an ex… You didn’t know? Weird.”

Whenever your partner does something that even slightly hurts your feelings, Sonic is always “coincidentally” nearby, ready to be your shoulder to lean on.

He’s the one who cheers you up, subtly making you depend on him more emotionally than your own partner.

If you’re ever on the edge of breaking up, Sonic will swoop in and “help” push things along.

He might “accidentally” let something slip to your partner that causes a fight, or he’ll set up a situation that forces a wedge between you two.

The more he can look like the hero while they look like the villain, the better.

Shadow:

Shadow can barely contain his rage when he sees you with someone else.

He hides it well, though, acting cold and aloof.

Inside, though, he’s mentally planning every way he can pull you away from your partner. He’ll watch from a distance, calculating every move.

Shadow isn’t afraid to confront your partner directly if he senses they’re not treating you as he believes they should. His words are quiet, his gaze dark, and his threats are thinly veiled. He’ll make it crystal clear that he’s watching, and any hurt they bring you will have consequences.

Shadow will manipulate situations to isolate you from your partner. He’ll create “urgent” situations that require you to rely on him more and more.

Maybe he’ll show up when you’re out with friends, needing your help with a serious “emergency” (that’s really just a plan to pull you closer).

Shadow will find ways to make your partner’s life difficult. Maybe he’ll make their car break down, cause them to get in trouble at work, or sabotage their plans with you.

Whenever he sees you looking down or stressed, Shadow sees it as your partner’s fault.

Shadows smart, he wont directly tell you he doesnt like youre partner, he's patient.

He will slowly leave small comments here and there. Testing the waters how far he can go before you say something about it

His behavior honestly doesnt seem out of the ordinary, so you'd likely not think a something is wrong with him.

If your partner is unavailable for even a moment, Shadow is there. He wants you to feel that he’s more capable than them, be it subtly

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

"She's a regular here..."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader

CW: mentions of drug dealing/usage (seonghwa smokes), drug dealers!seonghwa and hongjoong, slight fluff, !!SMUT!! (unprotected sex, pls stay safe!!!), reader n seonghwa are dating, seonghwa fucks reader in his fur coat lol , not really proofread?? Idk I tried

My first time trying to write a proper smut scene 😭😭 I hope its okay omg. Wrote this cuz @/ygswl on instagram (best ateez editor btw) brought up the concept of drug dealer! Seonghwa ARGHHHH. I wanted to write a more intense, concept-heavy smut scene but I js tried my best since I'm not familar with smut writing💔💔

Edit: Part 2 is out!!!

Part 3 is out!!!

"Fuck..." Seonghwa groaned, breathing out a puff of wispy smoke. He leaned his head back against the couch as he clocked in the sight of jumbled notes on his mahogany wood coffee table. Orders from customers. Usually, he would've been able to keep up with them, no problem. But there had recently been a huge surge of calls, requesting for the new, trending drug: ARRIBA. And as part of the most reputable dealers in the area, MATZ, he was well-expected to have the best supply. He irritably grinded his teeth together, pre-installed Grillz provided a light, screeching noise.

Taking another drag from his rolled cigarette, his ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Hwa, what are you doing?" Seonghwa's business partner, Kim Hongjoong, walked into the shabby makeshift office. Seonghwa didn't reply, merely staring blankly at the ceiling as he absentmindedly played with the blunt in his fingers. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's eyes lingered on the stack of order forms, and he gave a stern look to his tattooed counterpart. "I asked you a question, Park Seonghwa." "What? I'm fucking exhausted from taking calls and names. I've been at it since 11, give me a break." He jerked his head towards a wall clock behind him. A quarter past 3pm.

It had always been this way with the duo. Ever since they started their underground business as barely legal adults, Hongjoong dealt with supplies, and Seonghwa would deal with the customers and their orders. 2 young men in struggling financial situations, who were desperate to make ends meet, starting a drug-dealing business together, it worked out strangely well. This also, despite their constant bickering, formed a strong bond between the two.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the response. "Whatever, sure." He tilted his head, eyes settling on the faux fur coat that rested on a chair beside the couch. "Is that new?" "Yeah... I picked it up after getting the payment for that huge order earlier this week." "Ohh, the order for that college frat party?" Seonghwa nodded silently in response, his eyes beginning to glaze over. "Anyways, Yunho says we can expect restock within the next week. ARRIBA's selling out fast, but we can finish these orders right away once the new shipment arrives." Hongjoong rattled off an imaginary list, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder to his partner. Seonghwa was unresponsive, clearly stressed out from the recent increase in workload, but Hongjoong knew he was listening. Although, that didn't stop him from doing what he was about to do. "You shouldn't keep using this, by the way. It's reaaaally bad for you." With that, he leaned forward and snatched the smoking blunt from his partner's fingers.

Seonghwa hastily whipped his head around, sighing internally at Hongjoong's classic shit-eating grin. He furrowed his eyebrows at the realisation that he had given the man the satisfaction of getting a reaction. "I'm stressed, man. Gotta relax somehow." "I don't think you'll need your weed when your favourite 'regular' is here, though." Hongjoong tilted his head towards the office door, calling out in a singsong voice. "Y/N, you can come in now~"

The mention of your name caused Seonghwa's eyes to immediately light up. He scrambled to snatch the cigarette back from Hongjoong, and quickly crushed it with his heel.

Just a quiet, veterinary student that he had met in a cafe 3 years ago, Seonghwa had adored you from the very beginning. You were the cashier taking his order, nervous on your first day, and fumbling a little with the cash register's buttons. Seonghwa had found your clumsy nature both alluring and endearing, and he had asked you out on a date right away. The two of you had hit it off, and a beautiful relationship bloomed from then on. Even when you found out Seonghwa's line of work, you understood his situation and never judged him for it. It didn't make you love him any less. He would often spoil you with gifts and spend as much time as possible with you. Your college classes and his odd working hours would clash often, but you still found time to drop by his office to visit him. After all, it was quite easy to locate your drug dealer boyfriend. He mostly stayed in his office, only occasionally going out with Hongjoong when they had a large shipment coming in or a customer that wanted to deal in-person. Thus the nickname that Hongjoong gave to you: Seonghwa's Favourite 'Regular'. Despite your support for his business, Seonghwa still hated doing or dealing drugs around you, especially cigarettes. It was part of his line of work, and he was used to it, but he would always quickly put out a blunt or stash away powdery white packets when you visited.

"Seonghwa~ I'm here to visit you! My class today was cancelled, so my afternoon is free," you hummed as you walked into the room in your red checkered pants and (Seonghwa's) oversized hoodie. You offered a smile to Hongjoong, who was already on his way out to give you two some privacy. He winked at Seonghwa just before he walked out the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as you crashed onto his form on the couch, snuggling into his exposed collarbone. "I missed you..." "I missed you too, sweetheart... you've been so busy with classes lately, I haven't seen you for a full week. Do you even love me anymore?" He sighed dramatically, earning a muffled laugh from you. "My finals are coming up, Hwa. Been rushing my deadlines and finishing up on revision. I gotta do this to earn my veterinary certification, hm?" "Well, anytime you wanna quit your course and live with me 24/7, I'll take care of you. Nothing would make me happier to, actually. MATZ has been doing so well recently." He puffed up his chest. You found it cute whenever he was protective like this. "Okay, Hwa. I'll keep you posted." The two of you settled into comfortable silence.

The quietness and stillness in the air suddenly made him very aware of your movements. He raised his eyebrows when he realised you were being touchier than usual. Your hands were roaming his shoulders, tracing circles over his neck tattoo and gold chains that sat above his unbuttoned collar. The occasional shift of your hips didn't go unnoticed by the tattooed man, either. Seonghwa experimentally slid a veiny hand under your hoodie, blushing when he felt your bare back, marking the absence of a bra strap.

"Sweetheart, are you-"

"Mhm... needy for you, Hwa."

"Oh-- we're in my office now, though, Hongjoong could hear us..."

"Wouldn't you like that?"

Seonghwa's face heated up at the thought of his partner overhearing the two of you. The possibility someone else, especially his best friend/business partner, hearing the two of you fucking in his office turned him on. A lot.

His shy expression quickly changed to a dominant, cockier one. Quickly pinning you onto the couch, he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He tasted like smoke and the cherry lip gloss you had bought him a month ago, and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, effectively hoisting yourself up, before pulling away from his lips to kiss and lick at the tattoo scrawled across his neck. Seonghwa groaned at the feeling, his eyes glazing over and landing on his fluffy, new fur coat that was draped on the nearby chair. A devious idea popped into his head.

"Sweetheart, wait... I wanna do something." You stopped sucking at the 'A' on his neck and tilted your head curiously at him. He tugged at the hem of your hoodie, his eye contact with you searching for consent. You let him, of course. You trusted him. He lifted off your hoodie right away, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare torso. "My pretty girl," he sighed, making you flush a bright red hue. Seonghwa leaned forward to leave a kiss on your breasts and gestured you to take off your pants, before getting off the couch, seemingly to get something. You sat confused, naked except for your dark blue panties, until you saw him grab the fur coat on the chair beside the couch.

The faux fur brushed against your skin as Seonghwa helped you put it on. It was huge, heavy and fluffy, covering everything yet nothing on your bare figure. He stepped back to take you in, a guttural moan leaving his throat at the sight of you naked form practically drowning underneath the fluffy mass of fabric. You, on the other hand, were aching for his touch. A whole week of being apart from your lover, deprived of his love, his intimacy, deprived of him. He noticed your pouty lips and squirming, and chuckled teasingly.

"Can't wait, sweetheart?"

You were about to nod in response, but was cut off when you felt a long finger being pressed against your moist folds. A whiny gasp slipped out of your mouth, and your hands scrambled to find support on Seonghwa's strong forearms. He smiled as he lightly rubbed circles on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, your whines sounding like music to his chain-adorned ears. "Hwa...hurry, I want your dick in me already," you panted out. Seonghwa scoffed teasingly at your impatient tone. "Patience, sweetheart, I need to prep you first."

His expert fingers tugged aside the fabric covering your pussy, exposing yourself to him fully. Two fingers were pushed into your aching hole, causing you to arch your back at the feeling. Breathless moans filled the room as he curled and thrusted his fingers into you at a torturously slow pace. He knew you were sensitive, and it was driving you crazy how slow he was going.

"H-Hwa..."

"Shhh, I know."

The building knot in your tummy snapped, and you came undone on your lover's long fingers. But just as you began to catch your breath, Seonghwa leaned down to lick up your juices. The cold metal of his grillz shot through your core, drawing out a high-pitched cry from you.

Blinking back tears from the overstimulation, you glanced down at your boyfriend. He was sitting comfortably between your legs, lips and grillz teeth shiny with your arousal, mouth spread in a loving grin as if he didn't just finger-fuck you to an orgasm.

He got up and kissed a tear rolling down your cheek. "I'm sorry, baby, I just had to tease you a little. I'll give you what you want now." Seonghwa picked you up and shifted you to a more comfortable spot on the couch, the heavy coat's fur swishing quietly as he did so. You shivered as the fur brushed against your nipples, perky from being exposed to the surrounding air.

There was a light clunk of a belt buckle, followed by a zipping noise, before Seonghwa finally pressed his pretty cock against your bare stomach, earning a sigh of relief from you. You licked your lips at the sight of his flushed, hard member. "Did you miss me or did you miss my dick?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow when you stared for a little too long. You whined back, and he sighed in defeat before pressing his cock into your entrance, already wet and lubricated from him fingering you open earlier.

"F-fuck! So warm..." Seonghwa hissed as his cock sank into you. You cried out, reaching out to bury your face into his neck when he started to thrust in and out of you. Sloppy slaps of skin, whiny moans, curses and the occasional swish of faux fur against leather filled the room as Seonghwa fucked you into the couch. The air reeked of hot sex and cigarette smoke, but neither of you minded. He gazed lovingly at you through his lashes, admiring how you looked in his fur coat, with his dick in you. The possessiveness that you two had for each other always made him hard whenever it showed.

He winced when you clenched on him particularly hard. "Oh s-shit- you like my cock? You like your drug dealer boyfriend's cock?" You nodded hastily, drool beginning to form on the side of your lips. Seonghwa smirked, but was barely keeping his composure at the sight of you so cock-drunk. He pulled you in with his free hand for a kiss, heavy metal rings on his fingers squishing your face and making your breath hitch involuntarily. The lingering taste of tobacco on his lips made you moan, eyes glazing over from pleasure as his tongue pushed past your lips to invade your mouth.

It wasn't long before both of you came undone. You sighed breathily as your second orgasm formed a ring of white liquid around Seonghwa's dick, and he quickly pulled out to cum onto your bare stomach. Still panting from his orgasm, he gathered some of his fluids onto his fingers, and stuffed your mouth with them. You hummed appreciatively in response, suckling his fingers clean as he admired your flushed, fucked-out expression.

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"Yah, I was only out for awhile! What did you guys do??" Hongjoong snickered an hour later as he waltzed into the room and over to the couch. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth when Seonghwa shot a stern look at him, index finger pressed to his lips as if to say "shut the fuck up you big-mouthed minion". His other hand was wrapped around your sleeping figure, still naked but bundled up in his fur coat and shielded from Hongjoong's eyes.

Hongjoong raised his hands, exaggeratingly mouthing a "sorry!" that his best friend scoffed quietly at. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and returned his gaze back to you. His heart warmed at the peaceful look you had in your sleep, but his dick stirred at the sight of you covered by nothing but his oversized fur coat. Needless to say, he was definitely giving you a round 2 once you woke up.

If you've managed to read this far, thank you so much for reading my fanfic! 🙏 I hope you enjoyed it 😭

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 & 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲...

my head is all but consumed with thoughts only of wade wilson, logan howlett, and remy lebeau. they're all I can process in my head (besides shazam, but that's a given considering no one loves shazam the way I do, so🤷🏽‍♀️) and I y e a r n desperately for an influx in "wade x y/n x logan" fics and the "remy x y/n" fics... dare I even ask, humbly ofc, hear me out... for a splash of "wade x y/n x remy". genuinely, I'd kill for some of that ngl.

and I bet you're wondering, "lyssa, why not do it yourself🤔?"

short answer: I am swamped with requests, and even if I wasn't, I'm not ready yet lmao I fear I do not possess the skills to capture them in my writing perfectly😔 ... yet😈.

in the meantime, tho *😈evil little laughter😈* may I plz suggest the following prompts and pairings to and for anybody willing to work with them or wanting ideas (begging any writers that see this to please write these and tag me plz plz plz plz plz 😭🙏🏽😃plzplzplzplzplzplzplzpl-)...

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⚠️trigger and content warning btw lol -

mentions of fighting/violence/bloodshed, death, gore, (like c'mon,,, bffr, look at who you're reading about😐🤨), anxiety/panic attacks, harsh words/themes/elements/physical injuries, abuse and/or negelct, separation anxiety, mental disorders, brief mention of sickness/illness, drugs (just 🍃 and painkillers), age gap (nothing illegal, chill out🤨✋🏽), use of a derogatory term (not used in a negative sense tho lol), and some semi-common smut themes that I won't list here, but be wary if that stuff makes you uncomfortable :)♡. also, these are all under the pretense that the reader is a cis girl, she/her/hers pronouns (so ig you could think of this as one, big, mass request to all writers willing from me lol🤭🥴🫶🏽).

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 :

- reader having a panic/anxiety attack and ofc being comforted (causes my vary; maybe right after a fight/battle, or because of over-worrying or too much pressure, maybe after a fight with another loved one, etcetc). definitely wanna see this with all three of them, but separately, tho. like, one fic or list of "preferences/headcannons" for logan, one for wade, and then one for remy.

- near death or death (followed by resurrection swift after). it could be reader almost dies or dies (then gets resurrected, get creative with it/how, fr, yk?) or the reverse; the POI (person of interest) dies, although given two of the three's abilities, y'all might have to get creative if you want it to translate for logan and/or wade so this one would be mainly for a remy x reader.

- I personally love a good "POI says sumn mean/outta pocket, hurts reader's feels, stuff happens idk, but they eventually kiss and make up" trope. I'd eat that up, especially cuz OHHH,,,, wade taking a joke or playful argument or something too far? logan being a little too mean/angsty to you for comfort?? remy saying something that gets lost in translation, so it comes out harsher than intended??? 😫😫😫‼️‼️ AND IF YOU WANNA GET MESSY WIT IT, RUNNING TO ONE OF THE OTHER THREE FOR COMFORT🙈🙈⁉️⁉️⁉️.

- a classic; reader getting injured (mildly or worse, doesn't matter), needing to be taken care of, but is stubborn about it?? always a good one.

- getting a little crazy and silly here, but I like a good "abusive and/or negelctful ex/current partner" trope. like hell yeah, one of you big, strong men get over here and save me, whisk me away and show me what I really deserve😻‼️. NOT romanticizing/glorifying it obvs, like no, I mean that wade, logan, and/or remy would not be the red flags in this scenario, they're the one(s) doing the saving FROM the red flag ex/current partner lol.

- getting a little crazier and sillier with this one, but one where reader gets snatched up🙂? oouuuu, miss girl got kidnapped?! once again, somebody come save me, and if "somebody" is not wade, logan, and/or remy, then don't bother, I don't want it. matter of fact, just gon' on ahead and leave me, I'll figure it out myself🙂✌🏽. I think I'd want these separate, actually, bc I wanna take in the individuality of their reactions, like,,, logan going feral?? pretty predictable tbh lmao but still hot. remy?? idek ngl, y'all gon' have to figure him out. BUT WADE BEING SERIOUS AND NOT AS TALKATIVE FOR ONCE UNTIL HE KNOWS YOU'RE SAFE???? OOOHOOHOOOOOOO, GIMMIE🖐🏽👹🖐🏽✊🏽👹✊🏽!!!

- ig this could be put in the panic/anxiety attack category, but I also feel like this might be it's own separate thing, so idk, but... separation anxiety on reader's part. whatever the circumstances may be to breed it, reader is just (not in a unhealthy way) attached to the POI(s), so them leaving for whatever reason is pretty hard on her (and the POI(s), too, because hello, they don't wanna make their reader upset, but things gotta get done fr yk😫🥲),,, lots of reassurance, comforting, and maybe distractions ensue??

- reader with an alter ego/inner beast, whether that be a result of her powers or a mental disorder (think like,,, split personality or maybe DID or something like that, but I do wanna say, if you're gonna go the mental route, make sure you do your research so that you're representing it - not only accurately - but you're not dehumanizing or dumbing it down as well) or just anything that would cause the reader to, as I said, have a different side of themself,,, werewolf type deal, yk? "normal" for the most part, but then has her moments where she be on demon time and then when she's back to herself, she's just like "???" while everyone else is like "!!!". I suppose this could then be followed up/solved with a "the sun's getting real low" typa thing/moment from the POI(s), but that's neither here nor there, do what feels right fr♡.

- reader (just barely) escapes cassandra nova??? that could be cool (a.k.a. very, very angsty bc surely the encounter has messed the reader alllll the way up both mentally and physically, especially knowing what typa timing cass be on lmao😃). love a good hurt/comfort, I can't get enough, actually. this one (given the movie context) may or may not work with wolvie and/or pool (again, up to the writer to get creative), but gambit?? he's been in the void his whole life, he knows cass, sooo it'd make more sense for him to have a higher understanding of the situation in full, but do what y'all want, I'm just the idea woman🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 :

- morning cuddles and softeness and ughghfhfhdjd♡!!♡!♡!!♡!♡!!♡!! and then the opposite, night/bedtime cuddles and softness and uugjfjdkwkfke♡!!♡!♡!!♡!♡!!♡!!

- height difference teasings and shenanigans. we can always stick to the classics, ofc, short reader, tall wade, logan, and/or remy. maybe its an advantage in fights - fast, lethal, and small + big, shielding, and strong - but sucks in more domestic/calm cases like reaching for shit on the top shelf or wanting to kiss somebody. but I'd also love some tall gworl reader type shit, miss strong, lean, runway model energy, stepping on any heads and wooing any men that are in her path🥴😻. bending down with a smile so she can hear him, mindlessly playing with his hair, occasionally makes a quip here and there on the difference without thinking lol and he haaaaateeees all of it (but he looooveeeessss all of it🤭).

- reader being THAT GIRL, literally being in a 1v26 or sumn crazy like that and she's just kicking ass and shit the whole time, and then there's the POI(s),,, gawking and in love like "damn that's MY GIRL fr\😻/!!".

- *imagine a vine boom after every bolded word, okay, go* teen/minor/young PLATONIC NONSEXUAL NONROMANTIC (literally I can not stress this enough) NOT DATING AT ALL EVER reader and one/two/all of them. I think it'd just be silly seeing them (wade, logan, and or remy) working/paired with/having a bond with this little gremlin yet sweetheart of a reader who's somehow able to tolerate/put up with/ignore/maybe even indulge in their craziness lmfao. maybe just as or is even more crazy than they are, chaotic and desensitized type shit. you could even get ansgty with it, have this teen reader need saving or something like that, yk?

- sparring match and reader BEATS POI(s) in said spar cuz she's cool, awesome, and mega baller like that. lots of tension and goofiness, especially from the reader, cuz she knows damn well she's the shit. or, a different route!!... total dumb luck that she beat him/both/all of them, and is very obviously playing it off/acting like she won on purpose lmfao, cockiness ensuing.

- can't go wrong with a sick-fic lol. who doesn't wanna be taken care of?

- reader needs/wears glasses🤷🏽‍♀️. it can be the discovery of actually needing them, reader always squinting tryna read/see shit, or nearly getting herself in and out of danger bc again, she blind lmao. or it's just the case of reader never wears them out and about, but in calmer moments (where she doesn't run the risk of breaking them) she'll put them on, so she decides to bust 'em out one day and it's just the POI(s) being like ":O...😻😻!!".

- *olivia rodrigo voice* JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY, YEAA-aAAH😫😫‼️ ... reader who just,,, she don't play that shit, man, lmfao it's called you can prove yourself either friend or foe,,, stay tf away from my man or get your ass beat. pick one. and it's the POI(s) just absolutely flattered and amused with this energy from reader lmfao, reassurance ensuing quick after ofc. or, if you wanna get silly with it (and by silly, I mean violent♡), reader with a girl who can't take a hint😀 *eye twitch* so she finally makes shit clear one way or another (one way; does sumn with the POI(s) that makes the girl uncomfortable so she fucks off. another; reader pretty much beats that girl up and it's the POI(s) laughing but also trying to pry reader off of her cuz "stop it, I'm yours, I promise, you don't have to kill her, she didn't know any better😭!"). or just completely switch it up, vice versa, role-reversal POI(s) get jelly and it's reader having to deal with whatever may happen after/due to the fact lol.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 :

- shameless flirt reader!!!! she's not obnoxious or out of character/proper timing with it, but definitely a reader with helllllaaaaa rizz. is mainly on some "is somebody gonna match my freak?" type shi. wade would find it very silly and he'd match the freak ofc. logan,,, maybe he'd start off annoyed by it, then get used to it, only realizing you've actually grown on him once you start to pull back a little/stop completely? REMY WOULD LOVE AND BE AMUSED BY IT, so all I'm gonna say here is this: rabbits🐇🥰. iykyk♡.

- a smoke sesh leading to some good, old fashioned high/sleepy sex🥰. that's it, that's the prompt♡.

- lord, free me from my sins🙏🏽, plz don't judge me y'all😔 ,,, age gap😃? NOTHING CRAZY, CHILL, but yk, like,,, just a little young thing in her 20s or sumn being scooped up by one (or two🤭) of these older, more mature, aged like fine wine, and experienced men,,, that's all🥰.

- that moment when reader is a whore and is actually literally prancing around without a care in the world, fucking three different guys (wade, logan, and remy obvs) because "they're hot lol" - not necessarily behind their backs - but no one's saying anything or telling her no, nor does anyone seem to have any issues with it/are opposed, sooo😗🤷🏽‍♀️.

- do y'all think,,, because wolverine is yk...wolf-like-ish-whatever.... do y'all think that he,,,, that maybe he goes thru... a rut🙂?? lmfaoGDHAKXKPQPRR okay that's enough, that's enough🥴✋🏽-.

- you know how some smut has certain labels/themes/tags that are gonna be, yk,,, in said smut?? well, cuz I'm out of any specific ideas for smut, I'm just gonna leave some here, m'kaaaay, and whatever y'all wanna dooooo is up to youuuu, just as long as I get to seeee😗☺️🫶🏽~...

⚠️ also don't say I didn't warn y'all, I mean, there's literally a whole ass trigger warning at the top, so do not start fckn trippin' because you disagree with me or saw sumn you don't fw, cuz tbh, I don't care and you can honestly block me if it's that serious♡.

dom-sub, daddy/praise/breeding/spanking kink, knife/gun/blood play (and/or just mutant/power ability play in general hehehe), food/wax play, cnc (I don't suggest full blown non-con seeing as none of them seem the type to do such, no matter the circumstances, plus it's just not my thing personally but hey, I'm not currently writing for pool, wolvie, or gambit rn, so that's up to whoever is🤷🏽‍♀️), hunter-prey (y'all might see this and immediately think wolvie, which is understandable fr, but I beg y'all to get creative and let remy and/or wade hunt reader down, it can be done and done right, I promise, plz, I need it, 😫PLEASE!!-), friends with benefits,,, OHHH ENEMIES with benefits🫢🫢!!, overstim, jealousy/possessive/yandere, unprotected/creampie/oral ... that's all that comes to mind lmao wow what a crazy note to end this on, anyways-

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yeah, so, do with all of this what you will (and plz spread this around, I genuinely do wanna see these get written and myself tagged like I am PINING for these fic ideas to be turned into reality😭🙏🏽), I just had to get my thoughts out before I forgot (at least in the fanfic department), because if someone were to ask me my thoughts on the movie itself !!!!! OMG I could run my mouth forever, but I don't wanna do that (lazy) so lmao for now, that's all lol byeeee~ /ᐠ-˕-マ!!

[volatilebrat4103]

2 birds, one stone - NSFW!

Caitlyn Kiramman x Butch f!reader

First time writing smut, hope it meets the standard

Here she is yet again cleaning up one of the numerous messes her daughter has created…again.  “This is becoming ridiculous!  She never listens, it’s as if she is purposefully being a disobedient little deviant” Cassandra Rambles on, her frustration growing with a crease of her brows.  “She will rebel Cassandra, she is at that age, we have all been where she is-“ Tobius is cut off by a fuming Cassandra.  “She is a Kiramman, we do not behave like Vagabonds!”  Her voice raises before quickly regaining her composure with a deep breath.

Cassandra’s eyes narrow as her gaze drifts toward the window as if searching for a glimpse of her wayward daughter.  “I swear, sometimes I think she takes after you more then me.”  The hint of disappointment and irritation in her voice is unmistakable.

Tobius clears his throat, trying not to be offended by his wife’s words, however his expression is sympathetic.  “Perhaps, it’s time to reconsider your approach?  Caitlyn is growing older, and-“  Cassandra’s laughter cuts him off, the sound tinged with a hint of desperation.  “Reconsider my approach?  You think I haven’t tried everything?  I’ve been patient, firm and understanding.  Nothing seems to work with her, she isn’t a child anymore, yet she continues to act like one”

As she speaks, her frustration building, her words tumbling out in a rush.  Tobius listened attentively, his expression a mask of calm concern for both his wife and daughter.  But beneath the surface, a spark of understanding seems to flicker.

After a beat of silence and failing attempts to calm herself down Cassandra huffs in annoyance, rising from her seat drawing Tobius’s attention.  “I am having tea with Y/M/N Y/L/N today, I would hate to be late” she answers his unspoken question making her way out the door.  Tobius can only watch her leave, his expression thoughtful.  He knew the look in her eyes and her tone, she would need something stronger than tea to calm her down.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach the Y/L/N estate where she is warmly invited in by the butler who guides her to the back garden where Y/M/N is patiently waiting for her with a fresh cup of tea.

After some time, their cups are empty, “care for another?” Y/M/N gestures toward the teapot, Cassandra can only nod.  Just as she reaches for the pot she is stopped by an elegantly dressed woman, “Good day Mrs Kiramman” she greets pour the women their tea, Cassandra stares in amazement and curiosity at the familiar woman.  “Mother, I have some business to attend to” she speaks up once she places the teapot down.  “Must you really?  It is supposed to be your day off” Y/M/N says exasperatedly looking up to her towering daughter, “Mother” Y/N warns respectfully. 

“Ensure you are home for dinner for once” she sternly says as her daughter nods in understanding, placing a kiss to her mother’s cheek then turning to Cassandra, “Mrs Kiramman” placing a kiss to her glove covered hand before taking her leave.  Once she is gone Cassandra returns her attention to her friend, “Is that Y/N?” she asks curiously stirring her tea as the latter nods, “quiet the charmer now” she smiles remembering when Y/N was just a small girl.

“How do you do it?”  Cassandra finally asks flabbergasted, “do what?” Y/M/N retorts confused, looking over the brim of her cup.  “Your daughter is so respectful and truly…picture perfect” Cassandra explains.  “Oh, she is far from perfect” Y/M/N shakes her head with a sign causing Cassandra to frown.

“Caitlyn refuses to listen to me, always scheming something”  Cassandra huffs out in annoyance, “at least your daughter has a life” Y/M/N sighs stirring her tea confusing the other woman.  “Y/N works non-stop, her father and I have tried countless times to get her out and enjoy life whilst she is still young” she explains, shaking her head in disappointment.  “Surely her partner is able to pull her away from work” Cassandra asks knowing personally how Tobius has pulled her away for a much-needed break countless times.

“At this point I have very little faith she will even marry” Y/M/N says exasperatedly only confusing Cassandra more.  “You expect me to believe she is single” She huffs out a chuckle.  “She hasn’t brought home a girl since she was 14, she’s too engrossed in her work” Y/M/N squeezes the bridge of her nose, eyes screwed shut, the admission leaves Cassandra speechless.

“If only someone would just bed her perhaps, she will ease up” Y/M/N admits drawing yet another chuckle from Cassandra, “a testament I hold to Caitlyn too” she says over the brim of her cup.  Just then both women’s eyes snap to each other, seemingly having the same thoughts.

“Say, is that daughter of yours seeing anyone?”  Y/M/N curiously asks Cassandra, a sly smile etched on her face.  “As a matter of fact she isn’t” she answers with a matching smile.  “Perhaps they could…alleviate each other’s stress” she adds on innocently stirring her tea.  “How does dinner sound?  I’ll host” Y/M/N suggests with a smirk, “dinner sounds perfect” Cassandra agrees, both women smiling over the brims of their cups.

Once they conclude their tea, they bid farewell and part ways, Cassandra heading back to the Kiramman estate t inform her family of the plans for the evening.

“Hi, my love” Tobius greets taking her coat before leading her to the living room and preparing her some tea, as he finishes pouring them tea Caitlyn strolls in clad in her enforcer uniform taking a seat next to her father where Tobius offers her a cup which she gratefully accepts.

“We are joining the Y/L/N’s for dinner this evening” Cassandra announces, “enjoy your evening out” Caitlyn dismisses turning to speak to her father. “And you will be joining” her word’s leaving little room for argument, Caitlyn is about to protest but the stern look held by her mother told her otherwise.

Later that evening Caitlyn follows behind her parents as the approach the Y/L/N estate where Tobius knocks on the door only to have Y/D/N answer the door with a warm smile, greeting the family whilst ushering them inside. “It is lovely to see you again” he greets the couple who return the pleasantries, “and there she is” he turns to Caitlyn, “you have certainly grown since I last saw you” he jokes as she smiles politely.

“Come on, follow me, Y/M/N has been eagerly awaiting your arrival” he leads the family to the dining room where a large spread is being set on the table.  “I’m so glad you guys could make it” she quickly greets the couple before looking Caitlyn up and down nodding her head in approval to Cassandra, confusing the bluenette.

“Do take a seat, my apologies my daughter is running late” she says as they all take place at the table, “is she still working?”  Cassandra asks remembering their conversation earlier gaining Caitlyn’s attention having remembered the Y/L/N girl when they were younger.  “Unfortunately, she’s always working too much, I cannot begin to count the number of dinners she has missed” Y/D/N sighs, placing a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder.

As dinner continues the two couples fall into easy conversations leaving Caitlyn pushing her food around her plate in boredom.  Just then the front door is hear followed by a husky voice, “sorry I’m late, I was caught up wit-“ her worsa fall short as she walks into the room only expecting to find her parents.

“My apologies, I didn’t realise we had guests” Y/N says nervously adjusting her dishevelled outfit, some grease smudged on her face and her short hair no longer neatly slicked back.  Caitlyn’s jaw drops as she eyes Y/N, oh how she had aged like fine wine.  “It’s alright sweetheart, come join us” Y/D/N gestures to the seat across from Caitlyn, however she walks past the seat greeting Tobius with a firm handshake, moving on to Cassandra where she places a kiss to her hand.

Finally, she walks over to Caitlyn whose eyes have yet to stray form her, “lovely to see you again Caitlyn” Y/N bows slightly placing a warm kiss to her hand, the action flustering the young Kiramman as a light pink dusts her cheeks.  Y/N takes her seat opposite the flustered woman.

“Again, I apologise for my lateness and dishevelled attire, I tend to get aught up in my work” Y/N directs at her guests who nod in acceptance before continuing their previous conversations.  Y/N turns her attention to Caitlyn who still has not stopped staring, “you’ve changed a lot” Caitlyn mutters out, “as have you, you’re looking even more beautiful then I remember” Y/N’s charming smile has her heart fluttering as they fall into easy conversation.

Once dinner is finished the families make their way to the living room where they all enjoy a drink in front of the fireplace.  I do be your pardon, but I must get back to my work” Y/N stands from her seat earning everyone’s attention.  “Must you really, we have guests” Y/D/N speaks up, his tone holding slight disappointment.  “I do apologize for my tardiness, but I hope you understand that I unfortunately have to finish up my work” Y/N bows her head as an apology, the admission leaving Cassandra and Y/M/N disappointed for their plan.

Just as she is about to walk away she makes eye contact with Caitlyn before turning to her, “You are more than welcome to join me, I would hate for you to sit unentertained” she offers her hand, this catches the mothers ears as they perk up.  Caitlyn takes her hand eagerly allowing the taller woman to guide her through the house to her bedroom.

“Sorry about the mess” Y/n says as they venture further into the room, walls covered in books and gadgets, one side of the room a large work space resembling that of a lab where half built inventions sit, a desk covered in equations and blue prints, then finally a bed adoring the furthest side of the room, black silk sheets decorating the space that seems untouched.

Caitlyn takes her time to explore the room curiously running her hands along the shelves and gadgets before stopping at the bed where she takes a seat, crossing her legs elegantly.  “Is this the work that has you so occupied?” she asks watching as the taller woman runs a hand through her greasy hair, the action alone causing her to salivate. “Partially, yes.  Most of these are experimental miniature models for my actual work” Y/N explains shedding her jacket and button up leaving her in a skin-tight vest that leaves little to the imagination and has Caitlyn rubbing her thighs together.

“Do you always work so much, or do you actually have a life?” she asks as Y/N begins fiddling with a gadget, swapping between it and the pages surrounding it.  “Work is my life” Y/N shrugs her shoulders continuing her ministrations.  Caitlyn takes a minute to rake her eyes over the woman, her muscles flexing with every movement, how her abs are clearly visible through the tight shirt, her wide shoulders moving with every breath she takes and how her full breasts complement her toned chest.  Caitlyn is growing hungry and oh how she is determined to get what she wants.

“What no time for your girlfriend?” she asks desperately hoping she was single, “no girlfriend unless you consider my work that, then no” Y/N answers with a chuckle.  “I find that hard to believe” Caitlyn mocks causing Y/N to look at her confused.  “I’m sure you have woman falling at your feet, you’ve always been a charmer” she says leaning back on her hands.  “I’m sorry?” Y/N asks cluelessly, turning to Caitlyn, sweat decorating her skin in all the right ways making Caitlyn’s mouth water.

“You can’t be the oblivious” Caitlyn scoffs as she stands up with her arms crossed raising a brow causing Y/N to tilt her head and furrow her brows.  “Come on just look at you” Caitlyn gestures to Y/N who looks down at herself then back at Caitlyn with a shrug of her shoulders, Caitlyn’s annoyance only growing as she just turns on her heel with shake of her head.

Y/N shakes her head and continues her previous task annoying the Kiramman further.  “You are something else” she comments to the muscular woman who continues working, “and why is that?” Y/N asks the frustrated woman however Caitlyn says nothing in response simply watching the Y/L/N woman.

After half an hour or boredom and yearning Caitlyn finally speaks up, “You work too much” she says into the silent room, “I beg to differ” Y/N answers still fixing the gadget, somehow another smudge of grease wound up on her face.  Caitlyn gets up making her way to the woman from behind, “I know something else you could work on” her voice sultry as she runs her hands up Y/N’s arms causing the woman to freeze, her pulse quickening.

Caitlyn slowly leaves open mouth kisses against the exposed skin of Y/N’s shoulder, her hands trailing down to the hem of her pants causing Y/N’s breath to hitch. “I think you need a little break from all this work let me show you how to have a good time” Caitlyn slurs against her skin, taking control of the situation, using her experience to seduce and dominate the taller woman.  Y/N’s breathing speeds up at the implications of her words and the light touches against her skin.

Without warning Y/N turns around slamming her lips against Caitlyn’s shocking her as she responds with an unexpected moan.  Y/N is quick to take control of their endeavours shocking the Kiramman further, her being used to having her way having all the victims of seduction whimpering messes beneath her, she finds it strange but can’t help but submit to her. Their hands roam each other’s bodies, studying every curve and crevice leaving behind burning desire as they stumble to  the bed.

“Mmm looks like someone’s eager” Caitlyn teases pulling away from the kiss, her hands reaching for Y/N’s top where it’s quickly discarded on the floor.  “And I think you’d sound better screaming my name” Y/N makes quick work of tearing Caitlyn’s shirt in half, peeling the torn fabric from her exposing her voluptuous breasts making Y/N growl.

Y/N attaches her lips to Caitlyn’s neck, ensuring to mark the woman, claiming her like a prize, her mouth venturing further down her chest leaving a trail of bites and marks in her wake leaving the Kiramman a moaning and squirming mess.  Eventually she reaches the soft flesh of her breasts dragging her teeth against the sensitive skin before taking her nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bud before sucking harshly causing her to throw her head back with deep moan. 

Y/N keeps at it for a few minutes, occasionally switching between the mounds making sure to mark them up.  “P-please” the words escape Caitlyn’s mouth shocking her, never in her life had she found herself in this position, never mind begging.  Nevertheless Y/N listens, harshly throwing Caitlyn on her bed before climbing on top of her, claiming her lips with her own once more, her hands groping at Caitlyn’s breasts earning delicious sounds from the woman below her who can’t help but arch her back into her, wrapping her legs around her waist.

“P-please” Caitlyn stutters out again as Y/N once again moves down to her neck, “what is it princess?” Y/N teases against Caitlyn’s skin.  “P-pl-please t-touch me” Caitlyn is falling apart so easily under her touch, something she has never experienced before, “I am touching you kitten” the nickname has Caitlyn moaning, bucking her hips for any sort of friction leaving Y/N to chuckle at her eagerness.  She moves back up to Caitlyn’s ear, her voice low and husky, “tell me what you want me to do…kitten” she punctuates her sentence with a nip at her earlobe leaving Caitlyn shuddering.

“Please...a-anything just touch me” Caitlyn is a squabbling mess beneath her, her body shaking with desperation boosting Y/N’s ego.  “Anything? Don’t say I didn’t warn you kitten” she whispers in her ear before making her way back down the bluenette’s body, traveling further to subtly toned stomach reaching closer to where she desperately needed her.  Y/N moves her waistband down slightly placing wet, open mouth kisses to the spot before looking up to catch Caitlyn’s eyes.

“Can I?” Y/N asks with her hands patiently waiting on the waistband, Caitlyn desperately nods, “use your words kitten” Y/N demands, her nails scratching down the sides of Caitlyn’s waist. “Yes, yes please” with her word’s Y/N is quick to pull down both her pants and panties discarding them somewhere on the floor.  “Fuck kitten look at this pretty little pussy” Y/N pulls back to admire the woman before her, bare and exposed all for her to use and devour.

She runs her hand over the porcelain skin of Caitlyn’s thighs, enjoying the reactions she is getting from her, “who’s eager now kitten?” she teases the whimpering woman beneath her.  “Shut up” Caitlyn bites back embarrassed however she instantly regrets it when she sees Y/N’s reaction.  “Oh, is that so?” the evil smirk on her face makes Caitlyn shudder whether in fear or excitement she doesn’t know.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson”  Y/N grabs Caitlyn’s jaw forcing her to look into her eyes, “bad girls get punished” she teases turning Caitlyn over on her stomach before pulling her hips up leaving her ass on full display for her.  “Be a good girl and stay still, don’t move a muscle” Y/N demands before getting off the bed and rummage in a cupboard, however Caitlyn doesn’t dare move a muscle battling her thoughts when she hears a belt followed by a zipper, oh she is desperate.

Y/N climbs back on the bed leaning over Caitlyn to cuff her hands to the bedframe causing her gasp at not only the restraints but the feeling of a slick hard member glide against her dripping folds, the leather strap cold against the bare skin of her ass.  “Be a good girl and I just might let you cum” Y/N comments rutting her hips forward teasingly as Caitlyn moans at the friction against her aching core. 

With that Y/N removes herself from Caitlyn’s body, settling behind her where without warning she brings her hand down harshly against her backside causing Caitlyn to jolt forward with a guttling moan, she can’t help but clench her thighs in a desperate attempt to get some relief. Then comes another followed by several more leaving Caitlyn a whimpering mess, her thighs coated in her own slick, the ache between her legs becoming painful.

“Such a good little slut, look how wet you are” Y/N teases, dragging her long digits along Caitlyn’s dripping folds.  “You’re being such a good girl, maybe you deserve a reward, what do you say kitten?”  Y/N’s hands scratch down her back.  “Yes, please please please” Caitlyn is almost in tears with desperation, never in her life has she ever been put in this position in her life and goddammit she is loving every second of it.

“Good little kitten” Y/N husks aligning her faux cock with Caitlyn’s dripping cunt, “You ready princess?” she husks again, the tip teasing her entrance.  “Y-yes” Caitlyn gasps out followed by a pornographic moan she was sure everyone downstair heard as Y/N plunged all nine inches deep inside her, not giving her a chance to adjust before setting a brutal pace. 

Y/N can’t help but admire the way Caitlyn’s pretty pussy swallows her cock so perfectly, watching the toy disappear and reappear covered in her slick, the squelching noises almost enough to get her off alone.  She feels Caitlyn’s walls clenching around the toy, her moans becoming incoherent and louder, “You better not cum kitten or there will be consequences” Y/N warns with a hard thrust sending Caitlyn jolting forward.

Caitlyn however doesn’t listen, letting herself fall over the edge with moan, Y/N lets her ride out her high before whispering in her ear with a sadistic smirk, “oh kitten you just fucked up,” at her words Caitlyn gulps as she is turned onto her back, hands still cuffed to the bed, “you’ll be begging me to stop” the look in her eyes sends shivers down Caitlyn’s spine as she waits in anticipation…

Oh, how she regrets not listening to her, only 8 orgasms in she is a shaking mess whilst Y/N devours her red swollen pussy, her face slick with her juices as she eats her like Caitlyn’s her last meal.  Y/N dips her tongue in her entrance, Caitlyn’s walls deliciously squeezing her in all the right ways, before she pulls out leaving Caitlyn whining at the loss only to be cut off with a loud moan as Y/N replaces her tongue with 3 of her digits.  “That’s it kitten, you’re taking me so well, such a good girl” with that Y/N reattaches her mouth to her bundle of nerves, her teeth pulling at the sensitive skin.

She is quick to suck the bundle of nerves into her mouth harshly before laying quick, long licks, “come on kitten, you wanted this, cum for me” with her words and the fingers pumping harshly in and out of her overstimulated pussy sends her hurtling over the edge into her 9th orgasm.  “That’s it princess, such a good girl” Y/N coos helping her ride out her high.  Once Caitlyn comes back down from her high Y/N aligns her strap once more with her entrance, “I can’t” Caitlyn cries out, fucked out and overstimulated.  “yes, you can, give me one more babygirl” Y/N says as she uncuffs Caitlyn’s hands which automatically attach themselves to her back, dragging them down at Y/N slowly inserts her strap.

“One more for me kitten, can you do that?” she asks, the pace slow and sensual as Caitlyn nods eagerly, her legs wrapping tightly around her waist, nails continuously dragging down Y/N’s back leaving welts and blood in their wake.  “I want you to come with me kitten” Y/N husks against her lips before connecting them in a searing kiss. 

Her pace is slower, strokes more sensual pouring emotion into every long thrust, this is something neither of them is used to.  The pair are so lost in each other’s body, slowly drawing out their orgasm, none of them rushing or chasing it rather slowly building up to it.  It doesn’t take long before Y/N can feel how close Caitlyn is, her walls clamping so hard on the toy she almost can’t move.  “Hold it” its not rough and demanding, rather a whispered plea from Y/N as she feels her own high approaching.

With a final thrust and roll of her hips both of them are falling apart with loud moans of each other’s name.  Feeling a gush of wetness coat their thighs it doesn’t take long for them to realise what happened as Caitlyn hides her face in Y/N’s neck, “don’t hide away now princess, that was hot” she comments lovingly caressing Caitlyn’s shaking thighs.  “t-that’s never ha-appened before” she manages through ragged breaths boosting Y/N’s ego.

After a moment letting them both calm down, Caitlyn is ready to pass out as Y/N pulls out of her, gently caressing her cheek.  “Let’s get you cleaned up”  Y/N carries an exhausted Caitlyn to her attached bathroom placing her on the counter as she fills the tub with warm water and bubble bath before carefully lowering Caitlyn in, letting the woman relax in the water.  As she gets up to leave Cait catches her wrist, “Join me” she mumbles out bringing a smile to Y/N’s lips.  She simply places a kiss to her forehead, her lips lingering, “I’ll join you in a minute” with that she leave the bathroom to the bedroom where she makes quick work of changing the bedding before returning to a blissful Caitlyn almost asleep in the tub.

Carefully Y/N slips in behind Caitlyn pulling her flush to her chest before she gets to work washing the bluenette’s hair and body.  By the time they finish Caitlyn is lights out, exhausted from their extravaganza. Not wanting to disturb her Y/N dries the both of them before heading back to the bed where she slips into bed with the woman, Caitlyn quick to snuggle into her warmth.  With a smile both women let sleep overcome them knowing that this would lead to something special.

Bonus:

After some time once everything quietened down Cassandra and Y/M/N  look at each other with curiosity, no longer hearing Caitlyn’s pornographic moans.  “Should we go check on them?” Cassandra asks with a smile, nodding they make their way up to Y/N’s room stopping at the door, listening for any sound or movement.  Hearing none they peek their heads into the room and the sight makes them smile, their daughters blissfully curled up together with a soft smiles adorning their faces.  “Hopefully this fixes our situation” Cassandra comments with a smile, “Hopefully” Y/M/N agrees before the exit leaving the women be.

[bloodstainedsapphic]

thought you hated me | mattheo riddle entry 1 of a little anthology series i am starting with mattheo. as a way to practice writing without committing to a long series, i'll be writing a few blurbs for him based on the 'enemies to lovers' trope. 1.1k words | nsfw | minors dni | f!reader this is also a thank you for 2000 followers, like holy cow. that's insane. thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has supported my nonsense.

"Hey, hey! Watch it! The recipe calls for a scoop of rose petals, not the entire bloody jar," you scold the curly-haired prick. He abided by your warning, much to your surprise, but not without tilting the jar above the cauldron a few extra times just to savor your irritation. You can't help but wonder what past mistakes led you to be doomed by fate to be partnered with Mattheo Riddle for potions class.

The whole school was aware of your mutual hatred, and neither of you made any effort to conceal it. It had been this way for so long that you couldn't even pinpoint why you hated him. Well, besides his utterly insufferable personality and a pisspoor attitude that not even his stellar good looks could redeem.

"He's an arrogant prick." "What a wretched tart." "A hotheaded muppet." "An absolute menace to civil society."

These were just a few recent jabs exchanged between you, either spoken directly or whispered through the grapevine. As long as everyone knows how much you despise each other, it suffices.

After your taunt over the rose petals, Mattheo's gaze bore into you beneath impossibly full eyelashes before he released a huff of pure disdain at your rigidity.

"You can piss off with that attitude. I say the one of us who didn't cause an explosion in class last week gets the bigger say over our potion-making," Mattheo countered, to which you promptly stood at attention and turned to face him, hands planted firmly on your hips.

"If that's the qualification, then I've had the upper hand practically every week this entire term! I cause one explosion, and you think you're all that," you argued back, to which Mattheo responded with a tired eye roll before he fixed his spiteful gaze fully on you.

"Well, I do have the right. Especially when you caused the explosion by staring at Cormac fucking McLaggen while biting your lip like an idiot," he grumbled, his voice lowered but the intensity still sending a shiver down your spine. You knew the implications of his words and that the facade could crumble under the man's temper in moments if you didn't tread forward lightly.

"Yeah, well, I don't see why you'd care, but I'll keep my eyes off of him," you begrudgingly relented with a shrug. You would have given him an earful with just about any other provocation, but what he could risk revealing over this wasn't worth continuing to bicker over.

"Good girl," Mattheo purrs the next time he leans closer to grab an ingredient, quiet enough so only you could hear, causing the heat rising between you to stay put. "Guess I'll need to find another reason to cave the bloke's face in," he adds, much to your dismay. You wanted to say something then, but the professor's perfectly timed interjection to order you both to focus on your work momentarily set the matter aside. -----------------

"Are you really going to make an arse of yourself and beat up Cormac if he and I so much as exchange a glance?" You questioned Mattheo incredulously as he hastily pulled you into a nearby empty broom closet with little resistance from yourself. The door had barely clicked shut before he tore off his robe and moved on to remove yours.

"You want to fucking try something? See how that works out for you, I'll make your ass red for weeks," Mattheo growled into your ear as his hands roamed your still-clothed torso, finding purchase on your breasts as he began to knead them, growing desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Your insolence had gotten him painfully turned on, urging him to handle your attitude with touches he knew would render you pliant. The whimpers his groping solicited from you had become the answer to his prayers.

This little arrangement had become second nature to you by now. You give Mattheo lip, which gets him riled up, so you both seek a release for your pent-up frustrations by way of you taking his dick. Each time, without fail, you two agree that this would be the last time. But having 'hated' each other for so long, you know just how to test the other's patience, him becoming as weak to your taunts as you are to his touch.

"Care so much about who I'm looking at, huh?" you mocked Mattheo as he attempted to undo the buttons on your top, his thought capacity overridden by lust. "I thought you hated me," you continued to bait him with a hint of amusement to mask the genuine curiosity for what he might say. A gasp escaped you when Mattheo removed one hand from your chest to take your chin in between two fingers, lifting your head to meet his eyes that were already ruining you in his mind. He pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hardness through his trousers.

"You know I fucking hate you," Mattheo replied through gritted teeth, his ferocity laced with arousal. "Doesn't mean anyone gets a glimpse of what's mine."

Your lips pulled into a smirk contentedly in response, not the least bit intimidated by him. In fact, you were pretty proud to have evoked such a reaction out of him. Sure, maybe you felt afraid for Cormac, but after witnessing Mattheo Riddle get on his knees to beg for your pussy, it had become difficult to take his threats seriously. The man was down bad, and you relished in the way you could reduce him to a needy mess, though he probably felt similar when you turned into a babbling slut every time he made you cum on his cock. If anything, the rage made you just as greedy for him as he was for you.

You took the lead in removing the rest of your top, freeing Mattheo so he could bury his face in your neck, latching on and sucking the skin to leave noticeable, possessive marks. He proceeded to cover you with hot kisses that trailed further down your chest, with each unclasped button giving him more space to work with until your top was fully removed and strewn on the floor with abandon. He sunk to his knees before you, letting you ensnare one hand in his hair to brace yourself as he took the peak of one of your breasts in his mouth, which brought a moan from your lips. Forgetting the animosity and allowing pleasure to take over, you've all but given up on believing that this time would be the last.

[sugudoe]

more headcanons but don't know what to do? what to write for? MAY I SUGGEST 🫵 JJK X SICK READER. HOW THE BOYS CARE FOR THEIR PARTNER.

ᡴꪫ a/n: hii, this took so long to be answered, but here it is!! gojo, for me, fix himself in all of this categories, but i put him in the first two, because he might be a little shit to anyone weaker than him, but never his loved one, right? idk, actually. @emilyywhyy

ᡴꪫ cw: sickness symptoms such as vomiting and headache \\ fluff and crack \\ english is not my first language

📲────𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

You don’t want to admit that you are sick. You will say that your nose is running because of weather change, and your shivers are, also, caused by weather change. You are fine, healthy as a horse ── except that the horse is nearly dying.

Don’t call attention, you think. So, you dress yourself in your uniform, and go to work.

He spot your illness right away, and have none of it. Grabbing your hands and taking you to your home. You can complain all you want, he doesn’t give a single fuck. You think you are above this sickness, but he knows better.

“Stop pouting.” He scoffs, as gently as a scoff can sound.

You, however, don’t stop. Even if you really, really want to. Because, after all, he has you wearing a comfortable pajama, sitting on the couch, and he is feeding you soup with bread.

The shower was hot, the medicines were taken, the carefulness of it all ── you love him, and he loves you. You will not say it, besides a small thank you. And he, the bastard with a smirk, will say “It’s alright.”

The pout is long gone, by now. You are desperate to sleep, and he lets you with ease, no kisses on the head, even if you complain (he will, a single peck). And while you fall to slumber, he will clean the house, keep tissues by your bed and, like a fucking psychic, a bow as well.

Throwing up in front of your boyfriend is not on the list of Things To Do With Your Love! But, hey, if he loves you while vomiting your organs out, maybe that’s good. Right?

Yes!

He is soothing, and calm, and collected. Let it be know, throughout your dazed weak state, that the moment you become healthy, he must be prepared to be smothered by your kisses.

He accepts them all, of course.

NANAMI, SUGURU, HIGURUMA, MEGUMI, SHIU, KOKICHI, NORITOSHI, GOJO

📲────𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

Oh, poor baby! No, not you, him. Yes, you’re sick, yes, the world is hammering your head. But, look at him, desperate eyes and clueless questions. So cute.

You didn’t got up from the bed today, and he leave you to it thinking you need your energy back from work, not knowing that you are dying. Dramatic, aren’t you? Yes, the light in the room is murderous, as much as the sound of him making food, but you can’t do anything about it, except try to sleep.

He can only take much of your absence before growing clingy. So, he marches his way to your room, and… where are you? “Bathroom,” you answer amidst a cry.

The light is turned off, and you are showering with your clothes. Weird little thing you are. Dumb little thing he is. Still not acknowledging your sickness. Not until you tell him, and like that, his brain goes into normal human being mode.

He showers with you, making you stand and lean on his also clothed body, you close your eyes and whimpers happily while he pretends the hot water isn’t burning his skin whole. More minutes in, he changes you both to warm sweaters, and guide you to the kitchen ── is nuggets good to eat while sick?

No. But you do anyways, and asks him to buy soup. He does, easily. Except, he buys all flavors, to the point where you know the sickness will go away and you still will have soup in your refrigerator.

He will feed you, cooing at your crying face. And, he will also lick the spoon. Dumb bitch, you think.

He knows where the medicines are, so he brings them all to you. You search until you find the one you need, and a glass with water is being given to you ── can you drink cold water? Probably no, but, again, you do anyways.

He is a cute sight for such a painful time. He does everything accordingly, even if he might make some mistakes. But, don’t worry, next time he will be prepared… A bit.

CHOSO, YUUJI, TOGE, JUNPEI, GOJO, YUTA, TAKUMA,

📲────𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

He knows you are sick, and it’s not as if he doesn’t care, but he simply forgets that some people ── you ── are not as strong as he is.

So, fend yourself, love.

Just kidding. Kinda.

The thing is, he might be the not cute clueless boyfriend, but he learns quick, okay?

So, the first few hours, he will keep coming back to the room, trying to see if you woke up, even checking your pulse, when it become too much. And, when it does, it finally clicks to him, you’re sick as fuck.

Effortlessly, he raises you from the bed and give you a shower, holding your sleepy head while mumbling with himself. He might have said something rude, you won’t ever know, because he is massaging your head right now, and that’s the only thing that matters.

He puts you back in bed with one of his shirts and panties, and he rolls you on the covers like a burrito, before grabbing your burritoself to the living room.

He gives you medicine. It might not be the exact one you need, and just the first pill he seen, but it does ease the feeling. He, also, leave you alone on the carpeted floor before returning with soup and more medicine, this time it’s the right.

You feed yourself under his cautious eyes, he only does when your wobbling fingers bothers him, with a “Tsk” he feeds you.

You want to laugh. “Can you do an airplane?”

You finish feeding yourself. Worth it, though.

He comes back later, manhandling you again, to the bed. Surprisingly, he lies you on top of him, caressing your back and your head, kissing your temple and calling you his weak little thing, that he actually loves. Well, he doesn’t say that exactly, but you rather see it as that, even in your dazed state.

SUKUNA, TOJI, KUSAKABE

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Lonely Nights

Requested: Yes [Are you willing to write toxic Ghost? Like after sex he just kinda leaves you to play on his xbox?]

Warnings: Lack of aftercare, inattentive partner

A/N: Gahhhhh, I was very hesitant about this one. I do think Simon can be very…..not great to partners, even ones he’s close with. Especially the ones he’s close with. I think he has a hard time registering his partner’s feelings and remembering the courtesies of aftercare. I think he’s more used to one night stands that he kicks out after he’s done with them, not people who put their whole hearts in his hands. You know? So he kinda just…..accidentally treats a partner like that because it’s what he knows.

Ghost has never been the most….in touch with his emotions and those of the people around him. Even yours, as close as you two might be. It’s just not something he really manages to do well. He tries, God knows he tries, but he just fails, time and time again. And you’re left to pick up the pieces of yourself that he broke off with every accidental pain he caused. And you know he doesn’t mean to, that he just doesn’t know how to do this, be in a normal relationship, a loving one, but you’re not sure how much more of this you can take.

This would be one of those times. You were hurting everywhere after he had been too rough with you, practically on the verge of tears when he finally rolled off of your sore body, snatching his pack of cigarettes and his old beaten up lighter from the nightstand before making his way out into the living room like he usually did. You were stunned, for lack of a better word. Shocked that he had actually left you like this. You knew he wasn’t the best at these things, but how could he not notice the state you were in? Your emotions? Your pain? How could-how could he just leave you like this? How could he be so oblivious to something so plain to see?

Your legs shake as you crawl out of Ghost’s bed, almost slipping and falling onto your ass in your attempts to get up, hobbling out to the living room with a thin blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You wanted to call out to your lover, beg him to come back to bed with you, but your throat felt like one big bruise and when you opened your mouth to speak, you could only wheeze.

And then you saw him, lounging half naked on the couch, cigarette in hand as he watched rugby on the tv. You knew he noticed you coming in, he always did. But just like all the other times, he didn’t even bother to acknowledge your existence, just taking a long drag from his fag before puffing the smoke out through his nose, looking all the part of a lazy dragon who’d just fattened himself up on some knight who died screaming in agony.

Whimpering, you stepped closer, silently begging for his attention and affection when you sat beside him on the couch, croaking quietly to him as you touched his arm. A twitch was all you received in response, having to manually wrap his arm around your shoulders for any kind of comfort. He didn’t pull away, but neither did he lean in, stroke you, pull you closer. He was dead weight around you, devoid of the affection you so desperately needed in this instant. With a whimper, deprived and needy, you lean in closer, nuzzling your head against his chest like a lonely kitten, trying to get even an ounce of his attention.

“Not now, Love.” Was all you got, Ghost’s cold hand sliding under your chin and lifting your head up and away from him. “Go back to bed if you’re feeling tired.”

Heartbroken, you try to protest but just end up coughing, hand clutching your pained throat to try and stifle the growing ache. That at least earned you a little rub on your back from Ghost but it ended all too soon for you, not even a word of protest from him as you stood and shuffled back to your shared room, his eyes laser focused on the tv the whole time, while yours kept hopefully glancing back at him, only to end up disappointed once more as the door shut behind you with no interruptions except for the tv turning up just a bit louder right before you started crying, curling up on the bed and seeking what little warmth remained under the covers, face buried in Simon’s pillow and hoping beyond hope that he’d come in and scoop you up into his arms, apologize for leaving you so hurt and sad, promise to never do it again.

But it never came. And you spent the whole night alone in that big bed until Ghost finally came back in, just the slightest bit tipsy as he crawled onto his side of the bed, giving you nothing more than the lightest kiss to your head before he was dozing off for the night.

And that. That was what broke you, your heart shattering in your chest and cracking the fragile dam that you’d built up against your tears. Through shaking shoulders and quiet sobs, you felt resolve sink into your bones.

You couldn’t take this anymore.

[thehouseofurmotha]

ミミ❤*•.¸♥ 𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 ♥¸.•*❤彡彡

Pairing: Shinso x reader

Soulmate au! I looooove soulmate au's in this one the first words you speak to your soulmate is tattoo'd somewhere on your body! There are other types of soulmates tho like more subtle ones too where you crave whatever your soulmate is eating, have a clock that counts down etc etc. Also I fear I did not have the patience to write all of the events for the sports festival so it kinda sucks 😭

Okay giving y/n a quirk in this one too

Quirk: Sakura! You can create sakura leaves, with the leaves you can control them similarly to how Hawks can control his feathers, while also being able to create things out of your petals.

Downsides: migraines from over use, as well as the more you push your quirk the weaker the items you make become. (Imagine this is present mics voice guys)

Warnings: Sports festival arc 😔, swearing, angst

Summery: Meeting your soulmate goes happens in the most unexpected way.

You fight shinso in the first round instead of Midoriya

"THE SPORTS FESTIVAL?" The class all shouts in unison, after what they had just went through, they weren't sure if this was the best idea.

"Yeah, Aizawa-Sensei are you sure that's a good idea after the USJ attack?" Kaminari is the one to voice everyone's concerns.

"That's a valid concern Kaminari, but the Sports Festival is the most watched sports event across the world. Before the development of quirks people watched the Olympics, but now if you enjoy watching competition you're watching the U.A. sports festival. It's not something that we can just simply cancel. Security will be increased tenfold compared to other years." This seemed to satisfy your classmates concerns. Trusting whole heartedly what there teacher has to say. "You guys will have the next two days to prepare. Don't take this lightly, pros from all over the country will be watching and scouting."

And with that he dismisses the class, allowing you and your classmates to go change into your uniforms and work on training.

You work on allowing yourself to propel yourself through the air with your petals. You forge them to make wings of sorts on your back. It works pretty well, but flying in the air is definitely something you'll need to get use to. Ending back on the ground due to an overwhelming nausea caused from motion sickness.

Aizawa throws a bottle of water at you, it hits your arm causing you to look up at him. "Smart way to use your power, being in the sky can give you many advantages while doing hero work."

"Thank you Aizawa-Sensei." The water quickly helps you feel better, and the praise from your teacher puts a smile on your face. Knowing that you're on the right track gives you the motivation to keep going.

As the school day finally ends, you're tired but there's a feeling of satisfaction knowing that all your hard work will be put on display at the School Sports Festival. Not just any school either, U.A. the top hero school that you somehow managed to get into. You honestly don't really remember how you did it, you do know that you scored extremely high on the entrance exam. This entire school year has felt like a fever dream.

The only thing that you think could make it any more feverish, was to meet your soulmate. You knew that this was the age where quite a lot of people ended up meeting their soulmates, and you desperately hoped it would be the case for you. Being able to grow up with your soulmate, would be a blessing. With this, there was also that voice in the back of your head that you never would meet them. It's definitely not an unheard of thing, some people just never do find their fated partner.

There were many different ways people found out who their soulmate was. You were lucky enough to have the most obvious form, the first words your soulmate will ever speak to you is tattooed on your body. Yours is on your side specifically. The words aren't the most romantic, but they bring you comfort saying, 'so you have an impressive Quirk huh?, I've never seen anything like it'

You still desperately craved to meet your soulmate. And as you drifted to sleep that night, you thought about them. And who they might be.

The day of the sports festival had finally arrived. You sit in the 1-A waiting room feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. You really wanted this to go well for you. To have the pro hero's see you and scout you for internships. It was such a exciting idea. They announced that the first event would be an obstacle course. With your ability to fly this should be a piece of cake for you.

As they announced the start, it suddenly dropped to frigid temperatures and you watch as multiple people get Frozen to the ground. You managed to react quickly enough to get yourself in the air before it manages to reach you. As you get into the sky you see 3 different people ahead of you.

Many people may be competing to the winner of the first event, but all you wanted to do was stand out, but not enough that people would think you're too much of an enemy.

You manage to make it through the first round coming in 5th place and you're more than happy about it. You take the time between rounds to allow yourself to breath, you hoped that you hadn't used to much power flying for the entirety of round one. But whether you did or not, you would keep pushing through.

Midnight announced that the second round would be a cavalry battle. Depending on what place you came during the obstacle course, determined how many points you were worth. Other than the first place winner, who had a million points. Every person higher than the last had 5 points added. So the person in 42nd place had 5 points and then it went up from there.

Since you had come in 5th place, you were worth 185 points. You were so glad that you hadn't fight so hard to be in first place. Part of you pitied Midoriya for the large target that would be placed on his team.

At some point, while you had been lost in thought. A certain purple headed tired looking guy had started walking towards you. You snap out of your thought to see him standing in front of you. You hadn't seen him around before, so you figured that he wasn't in the hero course class 1-B. Maybe a support course student by the look of it.

"So you have an impressive Quirk huh?, I've never seen anything like it." As the words come out of his mouth a burning sensation starts in your side and spreads throughout you. You freeze, staring at him in shock. You realized that the moment you spoke, he would know who you were. He would know that you're his soulmate.

Before you can even think you start running away from him. You want to turn around, to speak to him but your body won't let you.

A second later your snapped back into reality, crashing into someone's chest. You look up and realize that it was Todoroki. You immediately move backwards and start muttering out apologies.

"Oh, it's okay y/n. Are you okay?" He looks at you with what you think may be concern.

"Oh yeah I'm okay!" You give him your normal positive attitude, you couldn't let what just happened distract you.

"I was coming to find you anyways, it seems you don't have a team so will you be on mine?" You give him a small nod in response.

"Of course, I promise to do my best." With that you smile and are warned that the cavalry battle is starting soon.

Somehow in the matter of 15 minutes, your team managed to get the one million headband and win. You honestly feel as though you had blacked out, still distracted by what had happened earlier. But you did your part, and so did the rest of your team resulting in the win.

The last part of the sports festival was finally upon you. The one on one individual battles. You were horrified to find out that you would be fighting against him, who you found out is named Hitoshi Shinsou. Your soulmate, who didn't know he was your soulmate.

Well your lost in thought, Ojiro comes over to you. In your time at U.A. you and him had started to become friends.

"Y/n you cannot speak to him while fighting." He looks so serious as he says this.

"Uh why?" You're genuinely puzzled at this, not that you really wanted to say anything to him.

"His quirk is brain washing, the second you speak to him he can get you to do anything he wants. That's how he got me to join his team, that's why I dropped out." You feel bad for him, knowing how excited he was about the sports festival.

"Thanks for the heads up Ojiro." Part of you wants to keep this in mind, but all you want to do is talk to him.

"I know this may sound selfish, but beat him for you and me." And with that he walks away leaving you to prepare yourself for your battle.

Internally you start to freak out, not knowing if you could do this. And suddenly all the time has passed, and you're standing in the arena waiting for midnight to tell you to start. Your heart beats so fast you think it might beat right out of your chest.

"Let the battle begin!" Midnight calls out and everything suddenly feels so much more real. This is actually happening, and there's actual pro hero's watching your every move.

"So your the girl that ran away from me earlier? Well there's no running now." There's a smirk on his face, like he's over confident.

You remain silent carefully creating petals but keeping them out of sight from him.

"Hm? Still nothing to say, what a shame. Of course a pretty face like yours has nothing to say. No opinions, no nothing just meant to sit there and look pretty." You know he's just trying to get into your head, and you hope that if he knew he wouldn't be saying this things.

Once you feel you've made enough petals, you quickly shoot them out to restrain him. Pushing him closer and closer out of bounds.

"Ooo look pretty girls got a pretty quirk. Fitting huh." You take a good look at him. Studying his features. You can see on his face you knows he isn't going to win. Not if he doesn't get you to speak.

"You know you're lucky, to have such a hero like quirk. People like me, who don't have physical type quirks what are we supposed to do?" You can head the pain in his voice, you can feel his pain. And it starts to cloud your judgment. But you keep pushing to get him out of bounds. He is certainly fighting back.

"So this is how it's going to go? You're not actually going to fight me? Fine, be a coward."

This almost gets you to respond to him. But you know you can't, you have to win this battle. It feels like your future career as a pro hero depends on it. You need to stand out, to let people see you.

Finally you get him right to the edge. And for some reason, you start to cry.

"What the fuck are you crying about? Does the pretty girl feel bad for not giving me a chance to put up a real fight." And with that you push him out of bounds and he looks at you with hatred.

You take a deep breath, feeling it go all the way through your lungs, "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

You immediately see the shock in his eyes as he clutches he's side.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You knew this whole time you fucking knew. You- you fucking hid this from me. And you tell me now of all fucking times. You're genuinely an awful fucking person. I wish you had just kept your mouth shut." The longer he rants the louder he gets and you're sure the whole stadium could hear him. You start to sob harder as he starts to come towards you. He doesn't look like he wants to hurt you but it's clear he's not happy either.

Before he can reach you he's knocked out by Midnights quirk. You fall to your knees sobbing and begging his unconscious body for forgiveness. Quickly you brought away from the prying eyes of the audience by Midnight.

At some point you ended up in a room with both Midnight and Aizawa.

"Alright kid, do you know why he got so angry? I mean I get losing sucks but that was a different type of angry." Aizawa, your teacher is the one who breaks the silence.

"It's my fault- it really is- he's- he's my soulmate and I figured this out earlier before the Cavalry battle began. I couldn't break myself to speak to him after he spoke to me first. So I ran away. But then- after the match ended I couldn't stop myself- I didn't mean to speak to him- but I did- and it's my fault.." You stare out the ground, not brave enough to look up at either Aizawa or Midnight. Some hero you'll be.

"Alright kid, I'm only gonna say this once so you better listen alright?" You just give a small nod to let him know you're listening. "You were put in a rough spot, you found out during a time where you were already under a load of pressure. You didn't know how to handle it, sure you didn't go about it in a great way. But you're a teenager." He sighs, you look up with him and is met with tired eyes. Just like his.

Midnight chimes in, "It's just fate hun, this is how you were supposed to meet. And I know it may be scary now but it'll work out." Aizawa just grunts in agreement.

"Thank you.." It comes about barely a whisper but they hear it.

"He should be awake soon, we're only on the second match of the first round and you'll be last in the second, so you should have some time to talk to him if you so please." With that statement from Midnight, her and Aizawa leave the room. Leaving you alone with just your thoughts.

Before you have time to think about it, your legs are bringing you to Recovery girls office where he was being held.

You pace in front of the door for 5 minutes before gaining the courage to knock. You hear a gruff 'come in' and you know that he's awake. You take a moment before carefully opening the door.

"Oh. It's just you." He says it like he's upset, but you can see the relief on his face.

"I'm sorry, I just, I didn't know what to do." You look at him, begging silently for his forgiveness.

He sighs, "I get it, I guess. You were in a tough spot and I probably would have done the same. I shouldn't have freaked out on you."

"It's okay, I deserved it."

"No, you didn't I was out of line. I have a lot to work on if I ever want to be a hero."

"I think we both do." As your gaze meets his again, suddenly you realize how everything has changed.

"Thank you though, for not actually fighting me. I don't think I would have been able to live with myself if I had caused you pain." He looks up at you, with his knees pulled to his chest and his head resting atop of them."

You give him a slight nod in response not knowing what to say. "You know, I always wondered what scenario would cause my soulmate to be telling me they're sorry we had to meet like this. But I guess I get it now."

"Your words to me were so much better than mine. You deserve better, and I'll spend my entire life trying to be the better you deserve." His eyes widen and it looks like he might cry.

"We'll do it together." And then everything in the world feels right. Like this is exactly where your meant to be.

Alright chat I fear I did not eat this one up 😔 but we thug it out. I've spent to long on this trying to figure out out so I give up 😞😞 please forgive me if it's bad 🙏 as always my requests are open and happy reading! <3

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Can you do i wanna be your by arctic monkeys with Kenma kozume and fluff? Thank you!!

summary: nekoma's setter seems to have a soft spot for his manager.

wc: 1670

cw: pure fluffy goodness, kissing, gn reader, reader is nekoma's manager, maybe ooc kenma (it's my first time writing him, sorry)

note: i'm so sorry this took so long to write! thank you for your patience, and i hope you enjoy it! i feel like it's not my best work, but i had to power through the writers block, sorry.

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“Kenma!”

When you call his name he looks up, searching for you. As you bound over to him he sets his game off to the side and shifts over to make room next to him on the bench. Flopping down in the space he made for you, you smile at him, and his face heats.

“Hey. What’s up?” He flushes a little more when his voice cracks a bit, silently hoping you didn’t notice (you didn’t).

“So I was talking with Coach Nekomata about the seating chart on the bus and…” He tries to focus on what you’re saying. He really does. But the way your eyes sparkle and the movement of your hair in the breeze are extremely distracting. “...so I was wondering if you’d want to be mine?”

“Sure,” He mutters absentmindedly, used to agreeing with whatever you say before your last question registers and his face feels like it’s on fire. “I-I mean no? No, I meant yes but I guess what I meant was…for what?”

You sigh in teasing exasperation, and he wants to crawl into a hole and die. This is why he can’t do social interactions. His only saving grace was that Kuroo wasn’t here, because if he was he would have never let him live down stuttering like a love-struck fool. Even if that was exactly what he was.

“Okay pay attention this time. Basically the school decided that from now on there will be assigned seating on all buses, and Coach asked me to take care of it for him since I know all about everyone’s weird superstitions.” 

You pause and give him a strange look that he can’t quite decipher. Were you nervous? Embarrassed? Annoyed? He really hopes it isn’t annoyance.

“But after drawing it up I realized I was going to have to share a seat with someone since there’s more people on the team this year. And I was wondering…” You fidget with the papers you're holding, shuffling them around. “I was wondering if you’d want to be my seat partner? If not I can ask Kuroo-”

“No!” The syllable escapes his lip with more force than he intends, and you look at him quizzically. “No, what?”

Kenma clears his throat and tries again. “There’s no need for you to ask Kuroo. You can share with me. It’s not that big of a deal.” He tacks on the last sentence hoping it will make him look less desperate after his earlier outburst.

“Great!” You beam at him and spring to your feet. “I'll go finalize this with Coach. Thanks Ken! You’re the best!”

You take off, leaving him sitting on the bench, hiding his red cheeks in his hood. That entire conversation was a disaster, but at least the outcome was good.

You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours

“You sure about this? I know how you are about your personal space and the seat next to me is empty.” Kuroo has one corded forearm propped on the back of Kenma’s seat as he leans over to speak to him. “I don’t want you to be all out of sorts when we get  there. I need my setter.”

“Yeah.” Kenma doesn’t even look up, fingers dancing over controls as his avatar leaps around the screen. “It won’t bother me. So go bother someone else.”

And it doesn’t bother Kenma. Every time the bus takes a turn, causing you to lean against him a little he relishes the feel of your leg and shoulder pressed against his instead of jerking away. When you ask if you can lean against him and close your eyes for a bit, he agrees readily. 

Contrary to Kuroo’s concerns, Kenma’s sets aren’t impacted by your interruption of his normal pre-match routine. If anything, he seems to play better than usual, with an extra pep in his step and more precise sets. Nekoma wins, and once again the team boards the bus and you settle into your spot beside him.

The bus is about halfway back to Nerima Ward, cruising along the expressway when suddenly it makes a strange clanking sound and turns off. Instantly the team falls into chaos, panicked and full of complaints as Coach Manabu eases the bus onto the shoulder.

Kuroo joins the coaches outside as they examine the bus. When they climb back onto the bus a few minutes later, they do so bearing bad news. 

“So…the bus’s battery is dead.” Kuroo rubs the back of his neck, sighing. “The tow truck and replacement bus should be here in half an hour, but until then we’re just going to have to hang tight. Sorry guys.”

A chorus of groans rises from the guys, but they settle back into their spots fairly quickly, huddling into the warmth of their hoodies and jackets as the cold winter air slowly seeps into the bus. Next to Kenma, you’re shaking, silently bemoaning your decision to forgo a coat this morning. Ugh. You should have just grabbed one as you were heading out.

“Um…hey.” Kenma’s quiet voice interrupts your self-pity. “If…If you’re really cold we can share mine. I mean, only if you want to. You’re not wearing a jacket so…”

He trails off awkwardly, not looking at you as he speaks. Maybe it’s just your imagination, or the cold air, or even a mixture of both, but the tips of his ears look red. Butterflies stir in your gut, before you crush them, sure that you’re reading too much into it.

“Sure.” You scootch over slowly, unsure of how close would be too close. “I really appreciate it. Thanks.”

Kenma slides his left arm out of his jacket, and lifts the flap with his arm, inviting you to squeeze in and wrap half the jacket around your shoulders. It’s going to be tight, but since he’s offering you weren’t going to turn him down. 

Mustering your courage, you squish yourself into his side, and wrap his jacket around your shoulders. Instantly the cold recedes, and you start to warm up a bit. A sigh of relief escapes your lips and you sink a little further into him, closing your eyes. This feels nice. Hopefully Kenma doesn’t mind you taking a short nap.

When you wake up, it’s to the sound of Kenma and Kuroo arguing quietly over your head.

“I don’t shut up-”

“Omg you totally do I can’t wait to tell the others-”

“Don’t you fucking dare- Oh. You’re up.” Kenma stops talking when he feels you stir and sees your eyes blink open. “Sorry. Did Kuroo’s annoying voice wake you up?”

“No it’s alright.” You sit up and look out the window. “Is the other bus here yet? How long did I sleep?”

“No, not yet. You were only asleep for like twenty minutes.” Kuroo’s smirking face invaded your field of vision from the left. “But you looked pretty cozy all snuggled up like that. I bet Kenma agrees.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Kenma hissed at Kuroo from your other side. “Just leave us alone.”

“Hey! Why are you getting mad? I was just saying that the two of you looked nice and cozy all cuddled up like you were-”

An empty plastic water bottle arcs through the air and hits Kuroo in the face. For a moment, he doesn’t react. Then the theatrics begin.

“Kenma.” He gasps, frantically patting his face. “My good looks! How could you endanger them like that what is wrong with you I was only joking-”

“GO AWAY!!”

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without

“So. Kenma. Do you have anything you’d like to share with the group?” The team is changing in the locker room after a grueling practice, and Kenma is not in the mood to go along with Kuroo’s shenanigans. “Yes. I do. Your plays were crap today. Get it together.”

“Oh come on, you know that’s not what I’m talking about.” Kuroo raises his eyebrows suggestively. “No one wants to hear you complain. Now spill. What’s going on between you and our dear manager?”

“Nothing.” With that, Kenma slams his locker shut and hurries out, irritation lining his movements. Kuroo shakes his head as Kenma storms by, before turning back to his locker with a chuckle.

“Poor guy. He’s down bad for her.”

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought

“Hey. Can we talk?” 

You’re standing there awkwardly, playing with your fingers. Instantly Kenma is on high alert. Is something going on? Did he do something wrong? Do you just hate him?!

“Of course.” He does his best to sound unconcerned. “Is something going on?"

“Not exactly. I just, well, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t misinterpreting things.” It feels strange seeing you so uncertain, and he doesn’t like it. “What do you think you’re misinterpreting?”

“This. Us.” Your frustration is palpable as you gesture at the empty space between you. “What am I to you? My friends say that I’m not being crazy, but sometimes I just feel delusional like my feelings for you and making me see things that don’t exist and I-”

You’re cut off by his mouth pressing softly against yours. The kiss is fleeting, over as quickly as it began, but it left both of you blushing and flustered.

“You’re, um.” Kenma coughed, his cheeks pink. “You’re not crazy. Or delusional. Or seeing things that aren’t there. And uh, sorry for not asking first I just-”

This time you interrupt him with a kiss, this one lasting longer than the last. It’s sweet and slow, exploratory as you take the time to get to know each other in this new way, basking in the sensation of your lips against his, and his against yours.

“Hey Kenma.” Your smile is so bright and beautiful it nearly blinds him. “You wanna be mine?”

There’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

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can you do a story gambit where reader is a mutant or just has the power to either travel through the multiverse or see into different universes and she’s in a relationship with remy and she sees that gambit and rogue are together in every universe except theirs and reader ignores him because she thinks that they should be together so basically some angst and shes comforted by remy maybe some smut? 🤗💕

A/N: thanks for requesting this! This was such an interesting prompt and I had fun writing it! Pairing: Remy LeBeau x F!Reader Tags: nsfw, angst, comfort/hurt, sweet reassuring smut

In this Universe

You stand in the dimly lit room, your eyes fixed on the swirling portal that connects to countless alternate realities. The air around you crackles with energy, a tangible reminder of the power coursing through your veins—the power to see and traverse the multiverse. Your partner, Remy LeBeau, stands beside you, his hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. His eyes, though masked by the shadows, betray a concern that mirrors your own inner turmoil.

"Qu'est-ce qui te tracasse, chere?" Remy's voice is soft, tinged with his usual Creole accent that still managed to wrap around your heart like a warm and inviting embrace.

You hesitate, torn between sharing your recent discovery and the fear it might shatter the fragile peace you've built together. "I... I've been seeing things, Remy. In other universes."

His grip tightens slightly, encouraging you to continue. "Go on, tell Remy."

"In every universe I've seen, you and Rogue are... together. Always." The words hang heavy in the air, laden with unspoken implications.

Remy's expression remains calm, but you can sense the undercurrent of tension. "And what does dat mean fo' us here?"

You turn to face him, searching his eyes for any hint of what he might be feeling. "It means... maybe we're not meant to be together. Maybe our story was written for someone else."

A muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice remains steady when he speaks. "So, you think we should jus' give up because some versions of us didn't make it work?"

The question stings, not because of its sharpness, but because of its accuracy. You sigh, looking back at the portal. "I don't know what to think anymore."

Remy steps closer, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze. "Listen to Remy, chere. Our love, it's real. It's ours. Not some borrowed fairytale from another world."

You want to believe him, to cling to the warmth of his words, but the images from those other universes keep flashing through your mind—Rogue and Gambit, laughing, fighting, loving. "What if we're just living out someone else's destiny?"

Remy shakes his head, his eyes burning with an intensity that surprises you. "No. Dis, us, it's ours to shape. Ours to fight for."

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, caught off guard by the depth of emotion in his response. "But how can we be sure?"

He brushes the tear away with his thumb, his touch gentle yet firm. "Cause I choose you, every day. And Gambit'll keep choosing you, no matter what those other worlds show."

His words resonate within you, stirring something deep and primal. "Remy..."

Before you can finish, he presses his lips to yours, a fierce declaration of intent that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is passionate, desperate, as if he's trying to imprint himself upon you, to drown out the visions of other realities with the reality of his love.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire, his breath coming fast. "Let's make our own story, chere. One dat those other worlds will envy."

You nod, your resolve strengthening with each beat of your heart. "

"Please." You needed the distraction desperately to keep from coming apart at the seams. You needed him to ground you and make you really believe that this was your universe with him and that's all that mattered, otherwise, you don't think you could handle anymore of these visions.

"I'm right here, chere." He squeezed your hand.

Together, you turn back to the portal, hand in hand, ready to confront whatever challenges lie ahead, united in your decision to forge your own path, regardless of the echoes from parallel worlds.

You grip Remy's hand tightly as you step into the swirling portal, the sensation of being pulled apart and reassembled in a different reality washing over you like a tidal wave. The colors blur and merge, creating a kaleidoscope of visions that threaten to overwhelm your senses.

"Focus on me, chere," Remy's voice cuts through the chaos, steady and reassuring. You lock eyes with him, allowing his presence to anchor you as the world around you shifts and morphs.

Suddenly, the disorientation ceases, and you find yourselves standing in a lush, overgrown garden. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft hum of insects fills the silence. You look around, recognizing this place—it's one of the alternate realities you've seen before, where Gambit and Rogue are deeply in love.

Remy seems to sense your unease. "Show Gambit what troubles you," he murmurs, leading you deeper into the garden.

As you walk, the scenery changes subtly, transforming into a scene from your visions. There, under a weeping willow, stands Gambit and Rogue, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Your hands start to shake as anxiety takes over again. The sight stings, but before you can turn away, Remy pulls you close.

"Look at dem, but see us," he whispers against your ear, his breath warm and comforting. "Feel how our hearts beat as one."

You close your eyes, focusing on the solidity of Remy's body pressed against yours, the steady rhythm of his heart matching your own. When you open your eyes again, the vision of Gambit and Rogue fades, replaced by the vivid reality of Remy's intense gaze.

"I see only you," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

Remy smiles, a flicker of relief softening his features. "Good. Now, lemme show you why Gambit chose you."

He leads you to a secluded clearing, where the grass is soft and inviting. The sunlight filters through the leaves overhead, dappling the ground with golden light. Remy kneels, gently pulling you down with him.

"Here, in dis place dat isn't ours, we'll make it ours," he says, his hands tracing the curve of your waist. His touch sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burns brighter than any multiverse illusion.

You reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips meet yours in a searing kiss that speaks of promises and possession. The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a battle for dominance and surrender.

Remy's hands roam freely, exploring every inch of your body with a reverence that makes you arch into his touch. "You're beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with desire.

You gasp as his teeth graze your neck, marking you as his. "Remy," you breathe, your need rising like a tide.

He looks up, his eyes dark with passion. "Say it again, chere. My name," he commands, his voice a low growl.

"Remy," you repeat, more urgently this time, your body aching for more.

With a groan, he presses you back against the grass, his body covering yours. The weight of him feels perfect, grounding you in this stolen moment of reality. It almost doesn't feel real. His kisses trail down your throat, his hands mapping your curves with possessive strokes.

"You're mine," he asserts, punctuating each word with a sharp nip to your skin. "In every universe, you're mine."

The intensity of his declaration sends a thrill through you, fueling your own hunger. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer. "Prove it," you challenge, your voice husky with arousal.

Remy grins, a feral spark lighting his eyes. "With pleasure, ma chere."

He shifts, aligning himself with your core, and with one powerful thrust, he shears through your barriers, claiming you completely. You cry out, a mix of pain and ecstasy ripping through you as he fills you, joining your souls in a union that transcends the multiverse.

"Y-yes... yes!" you pant, clawing at his back, desperate to feel every part of him.

Remy moves inside you, his strokes deep and relentless, each thrust a testament to his devotion. "Look at me," he demands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "See only me, darlin'."

You do, your vision blurring with tears of joy as you drown in the crimson and black of his eyes. "Always," you promise, your voice breaking with emotion.

His pace quickens, driving you both towards the precipice. "Together," he gasps, his forehead resting against yours. "Forever."

With a final, powerful surge, he pushes you over the edge, your bodies convulsing in unison as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cling to each other, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.

"Ours," Remy breathes, collapsing beside you, his chest heaving with exertion.

You turn to face him, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. "Ours," you agree, sealing your pact with a tender kiss.

As you lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, the garden around you begins to fade, the portal calling you back to your own reality. But for now, you're content to stay lost in this stolen moment, secure in the knowledge that no matter the multiverse, your love will always find its way home.

[nqmonarch]

Blade in Yandere Fanfics

Content Warning: Talk about Yanderes, so mentions of violence against reader and kidnapping

The fanfics I read of Blade are few and far between for a few reasons. The biggest one being a lot of the story I read is yandere themed and man why do they always make Blade out to be such a violent guy, like yes he is, but I feel like there's more to explore?? Violent yandere Blade will always have a place in the world but where is the desperate Blade who has genuinely no idea of why he likes his partner so much but knows he needs to do anything to get them to stay with him.

Desperate Yandere Blade who at first threatens you to stay with him but can't handle the way you recoil in fear. He has no idea why one reaction from you has him in shambles but he doesn't want that to happen again. Like he is beyond terrified of you leaving him for any reason. Sure, he could break your legs but what if you end up hating him so much you find a way to die or end up becoming a shell of your former self.

You relieve his mara because whenever he's with you, you're all he can think about. You have no ties to his past. And when he's with you he forgets all about what happened on the Xianzhou. You wouldn't leave him in pain alone, would you? You're not that cruel. He probably wouldn't guilt trip you, instead that comes from Kafka. After all you just made her job a lot easier, and it's in the script you should stay with Blade, if you want the best ending for all of the universe.

Yandere Blade is fucking desperate. Sometimes his emotions get the best of him, he may squeeze onto you a bit too tight and cause bruises but after seeing them that panic stricken fear returns to him and he feels afraid to even touch you. He doesn't want to scare you, he's just a scary guy.

It'd be like having a big dog, except this big dog is a wanted Stellaron Hunter and a lot more deadly. He would tank hits for you if your life was ever in danger. He'll live no matter what, you on the other hand? You're fragile. Would overstress about you getting hurt and watch you just to make sure you don't, an added benefit is whenever he sees you he feels more calm.

But if you end up trying to be with someone else? Yeah, good luck. When you first mention someone else he acts indifferent, maybe he'll watch you a bit more, make sure this person is really safe. But the moment it continues he'll be trying to bargain to get you back to spending all of your time with him, if needed he'd probably beg albeit flustered, and if none of that works he'll just hug you and won't let go.

No, this isn't kidnapping he's just keeping you still. That is until Kafka comes, and she's nice enough to make sure nothing gets in the way of your and Blade's relationship!

And why is he doing all of this?

Because he loves you, of course.

Kafka is an enabler lmao

I saw one small post on how Blade might be desperate once and I was like this is my life now. I can get behind desperate Blade. Then I ended up accidentally making the post about Yandere Blade because Yandere content is about all I consume (didn't plan to write any though tbh). Oopsies?

[maximwtf]

“Limits.”

Baizhu x Reader

Words: 1550

Google Docs Pages: 2,5

Warnings: Lantern Rite 2025 spoilers, established relationship, injury recovery, comfort, idk nothing too emotional. 

Opening: Hu Tao drags you back to Bubu in poor shape after saving her, but your partner isn’t quite as happy about this sacrifice. Too bad he’d sacrifice himself for you as well, so you’re in good hands. 

AN// G/N Reader. I have a request to write but because my main finally was let out the basement and got content AND he was voiced…I felt like this came first. But also because I wanted this part to be included in the Lantern Rite cut scene but it wasn’t so…Haha, I didn’t make this too long or detailed, since I have other stuff to work on. Hope it’s still okay :”D

“Limits.”

The amount of fetor your body had been exposed to far exceeded the amount you’d expected to face. But none of the efforts had been in vain. Since whatever had happened after, you’d made sure Hu Tao was alive and well before ultimately collapsing in exhaustion. 

And she was well. Enough so, to having taken the task of getting you back for treatment on herself. You had no memory of this, barely bits and pieces of the journey. Flashes of small bits of road, faint sounds of Hu Tao cheering herself on under her breath and a faint memory of stairs. A feeling you'd had each time, of wanting to ease her burden of dragging you back by getting back on your feet. But the overwhelming exhaustion prevented you from moving, there was no arguing against it. 

It was already dark by the time Hu Tao had made it back to Bubu pharmacy. Allowing herself a moment of rest when Baizhu helped her by taking on some of the weight of your collapsed form, brows furrowed in worry. His hand brushed back some of the lost strands of hair from your face while diligently checking your vitals. Most of the actions done so automatically on the spot he hadn’t even noticed doing them. 

He felt displeased, most of that stemming from worry. A part of him not fully comprehending the fact that you’d willingly gone and done something so dangerous. But then again, you had saved the life of the funeral parlor’s director successfully. That fact confused his thought process, not really knowing who to be displeased with.  Ultimately deciding that maybe it was better if those feelings weren’t directed at anyone. There were more pressing matters at hand. 

That didn’t stop him from mumbling a few rather opinionated comments under his breath while helping Hu Tao escort you to the back room for a more thorough exam. Laying your form neatly on to the bed before going over to the shelves. Mind ticking to find anything to ease the exhaustion that he’d concluded as the cause for the collapse. You needed rest, that much was clear. But he couldn’t have you sleeping without consuming anything for an extended amount of time. That would far increase the risk of more harm than good. 

In his hurry to find the best possible medicine, he’d forgotten to thank Hu Tao. Furthermore, he’d forgotten that the girl needed a check up as well. She’d been in the very same place as you, and therefore having had the fetor run through her as well. 

“Ah, indeed. Thank you, Director Hu. Once their condition is stable, I suggest you come in for a check up as well.” He spoke swiftly, an attempt to hide the worry in his tone from the other and himself. He wouldn’t have been of much help to anyone if any of those selfish feelings were to come through now. 

He couldn’t see the reaction of the Director, merely hearing an agreeing ‘okay’ before she saw it best to leave the doctor to perform his duty in peace. The silence so dreadful when he finally seated himself beside the bed. 

He did what he could. Applying all the medicine he could think of that had a chance of easing your condition, taking note of any changes with your vitals. By now having realised that this case with the fetor could have been of use in further research. Then again, that could have been a desperate attempt to distract himself from the identity of the patient he was caring for. It was an odd feeling, seeing something he held close to his heart be injured and unresponsive. 

But he knew better than to rue over something that couldn’t be changed anymore. He’d done what he could, knowing that since the fetor didn’t exactly cause an illness, it meant there was nothing he could heal. Merely ease the effects of it now and hope that your recovery would perhaps be sped up by the medicine. 

Time passed faster than he expected. The situation had taken such a strain on his condition, he’d barely noticed when he had started nodding off. Changsheng sensed the stress of the situation, not daring to start waking Baizhu up again once he’d fallen asleep by the bed. Thinking it best to allow him rest now, rather than waking him up and having the man fuss over you again for the rest of the night. His body could hardly take the strain, no matter if he always argued otherwise. 

Thankfully his dignity was saved, since you hadn’t shown any signs of waking up the next morning either. Only, he’d received a few displeased looks and comments from Changsheng over him straining himself like he’d done. After another overly thorough examination, he’d been able to only conclude that you appeared fine on the outside. Deciding it best to start off his day to get his mind off of the situation. Knowing all he could do was to wait for your body to naturally wake up again. 

The day kept him busy with all the check ups he had to do with the patients affected with fetor previously, allowing him to take his mind off of your condition. It was only after Zhongli had come in to visit you that he’d received the news of your conscious state. The other man having seen it best to start leaving so Baizhu had space to make sure nothing fatal had happened due to the extreme exposure to fetor. 

He hurried to the back room, relieved to find you sitting on the bed with a hand on your forehead. Seemingly having just woken up. “Well, good morning,” his usual voice greeted you and immediately gained the attention he’d missed. “You know, you’re lucky your constitution is as strong as it is. You dealt a serious blow back there.” He continued, a hint of stress apparent in his voice. But maybe that was only to your more trained ear. You were aware of how skilled he was with holding himself back for the sake of others, and that included you. 

But he was right, of course. But even if you’d survived, the feeling after wasn’t pleasant. Your head still felt heavy with exhaustion, not to mention the overpowering feeling of wanting to lay back down and sleep. It took every ounce of willpower you had left to muster up a few words. “Could I have a drink?” Like an automatic request. You hadn’t even noticed how thirsty you were, so far having no idea how long you’d been out for. 

Baizhu had been already on it, handing you the cool cup right after hearing the request. “You’ve been asleep for quite some time…” He spoke up again, keeping up conversation in order to keep you awake. It wasn’t hard to tell you kept nodding off every once in a while. So he proceeded to raise his voice a little then, give you a gentle push while checking your vitals again.

Gentle with his process, he made one final check up and agreed to let his mind rest after. It truly seemed to only be exhaustion from taking the blow of the ritual. You’d be fine with proper rest, as much as he’d feared otherwise. 

The cooling drink ran out faster than you would have hoped, placing the empty cup beside the bed. “You know, I can tell you’re worrying,” voice a little more clearer this time. “But I feel fine, the drowsiness aside…” You tried to chuckle a little to lighten up the mood. “He stayed up almost all night watching over you.” Changsheng spoke up before the man himself was able to, exposing his little endeavors the previous night. “Baizhu-..” You were able to begin the all too practised lecture, only to be interrupted by him. “I’m keenly aware of my limits, unlike some,” he allowed a sight to escape. Letting out some of the built up stress from the ordeal. “That was a trick I do not wish for you to perform again..” He sat down beside you on the bed, brushing some of your hair back with a gentle motion. In the end, pulling you in for a light embrace which was gladly returned soon after. “I think the Funeral Parlor will be in check for some time after this…No need for another rescue, don’t worry.” You hummed, feeling your eyes start to close once again. 

Baizhu pulled back, feeling your weight start to shift on to him a little more. “They may be fine, but you..” He laid you down gently, standing back up. “Are not. Which is exactly why you’re going to rest so that no lasting damage will raise its head.” Baizhu explained with the usual firm tone behind his words, knowing fully well that he wasn't going to let you walk this off. But wanting to believe that your negotiable nature wasn’t due to exhaustion, but instead out of wanting to ease the mind of the other. “Alright…” 

You could see the warm smile on his face before your eyes forced themselves shut. Only feeling the light peck he pressed against your forehead before outstretching his hand to allow Changsheng to climb back up to his shoulders. “Rest well, dear.” He said silently, before exiting the room. Now with a little more peace of mind.

[goaways-stuff]

praising and thigh riding with angela lopez??

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry.

Angela Lopez x gn!reader

A/N: No mention of amy gendered genitals. 18+. Minors dni. Another not proofread drabble. Also, this is really only like my second time ever writing for a fem character, so bare with me if it's shit lol. enjoy :)

You'd maybe been a little bratty that day. She was working from home, and you were desperate for her attention. How could you not be? You'd managed to pull the most beautiful woman in the world. All day, all you could think about was her. You were alone, in your house, together. But she had still managed to have work to do. You went into her office every chance you got. Obviously you brought her all three meals for the day, but in between those, you kept her water glass and coffee mug refilled. You brought her a snack. You just had to show her a funmy puppy video. Anything to just have a few minutes. And, of course, you prolonged each interaction, kissing on her neck from behind, squeezing her shoulders that stayed so constantly tense. "Almost done yet?" You asked after your millionth time in the office today. "No. I've had a very distracting partner all day." She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Mm, can't help it when I have the most gorgeous woman in the world in my home." You mumbled as you buried your face in her neck, kissing down on that sensitive spot because, believe it or not, the great Angela López does have a weak spot. Your hands knead her shoulders once more before taveling down her arms, sneaking their way over her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She slaps your wrists, causing you to pull away completely.

"Who said you could touch?" She asked, crossing her arms as she gave you the look once more. That look made you absolutely melt. You'd do anything for you if she gave you that look and that tone.

"Sorry- I just. I need you." You practically begged, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. She just smirked at your reddened cheeks before saving and closing out the tab she had been working on.

"Well, maybe I would've been done earlier if someone hadn't come in every 5 minutes." She said, spinning the chair around to fully face you. She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit. You immediately obeyed, wasting no time as you took your spot.

"You really need me that bad, huh?" She asked, feeling the heat emitting from your core. You nodded eagerly, hips grinding down as you waited for any kind of friction to come your way.

"Well, go for it, honey. Get yourself off." She challenged, leaning back in the seat. You looked at her confused before she nodded down to her thigh slotted between your legs.

"Go ahead. If you're so desperate, you won't have any trouble getting yourself off." She smirked, flexing her thigh muscle against you.

"Oh please-" You choked at the feeling as began slowly grinding your hips again her thigh.

"That's it, honey. Just like that." She encouraged, hands going to your hips to guide you. She picked up your pace, making sure to keep your hips angled. "C'mon, bebé. Keep going."

A rubber band formed in your stomach, slowly twisting as you desperately rubbed your crotch against her thigh. "Angela- please. More" You moaned out, wanting more.

"Nope. Not until you get yourself off." She stood her ground as you whined, your thighs trembling as the rubber band only twisted tighter.

You whimpered as you angled your hips a little more, trying to find that sweet spot as you moved faster against him. It wasn't long before that rubber band had become so wound up that it was ready to snap.

"Doing such a good job," She said, almost patronizing. "So sweet for me." She praised, peppering kisses pver your face.

"Close, huh? Gonna cum for me? Go on, sweet thing, cum for me." She coaxed, nibbling on your earlobe as your hips stuttered.

It was a full stop as you groaned out, hips bucking and core throbbing as you made a thorough mess of yourself. "Good job, did such a good job for me." She praised, gently petting your hair as you came down from your high.