#WC:770

[yurishots]

CAFE AU ━ o. miya

GENRE ━ fluff + the smallest amount of angst

WC ━ 770

Ever since Osamu has aged and settled into his new life as a shop and home owner, it seems like couples have been miraculously popping up everywhere he looks. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit of loneliness seeing couples in booths sharing the food he made. Him being a romantic never helped either—the fantasy of seeing his s/o after a long day at Onigiri Miya plagued his mind constantly, as well as the domestic feeling of coming home knowing that someone will be there waiting for him. 

The brunette began to put himself out there more, but not like his blonde counterpart. It was more subtle; making more conversation with his patrons and posting a little more on instagram. He became a fanatic for a short while—constantly stalking his notifications and dm requests even though he knew there would be nothing new. He contemplated giving up on the whole romance act, maybe it's a luxury only certain people can have. 

Sighing for the fifth time this morning, Osamu shoves his phone into his back pocket. A past friend of his posted some pictures from his wedding. “Must be nice,” he mumbles under his breath. After washing his hands, he prepares to head to the back before hearing a delicate voice break the silence of his early morning shift. 

“Hi, can I get a coffee?” Osamu froze as he heard the voice of this customer, he’s never heard anything like it. He looks up to see a smile adorning your face as you wait for him to confirm the order. The shop owner hopes he doesn’t look stupid as he quickly wipes his hands on his apron and clears his throat. 

Osamu quirked up his brow in curiosity,”just a coffee?” The request was quite vague, there’s a million coffees in the world, he’s not a mind reader after all. 

“What kind? we carry a bunch of flavors y’know!” He watched as an amused expression took over your face as you listened to him. 

“Well, I actually don’t know since your menu up there is quite empty.” Osamu looked up at the digital menu screen above him to realize that it is indeed—blank. a wave of embarrassment washes over him as he grabs the remote off the counter behind him and presses the on button. The menu soon lit up with a bunch of options for you to continue your less detailed coffee order from earlier. 

“I'm really sorry about that,” his face feels flushed from the embarrassment of the moment and because of the sound of your laughter entering his ears. 

“It's fine, I'll take an espresso.” Osamu nodded as he entered your order into the system in front of him. “And your name?” You looked up quickly with a small ‘hm?’ and gave him your name, “Y/n L/n.” The tapping noise resumed as he typed in your name, smiling softly at the fact he knows you a little bit more. As you leave the counter to find a seat, the shop begins to fill up slowly as people come in for breakfast. 

Usually Osamu calls out his customer’s names for them to grab their items, but he felt as if you deserved the delivery. He calms his nerves before walking over to your table by the window, “Here you go Y/n,” he says softly as he hands you your mug, telling you to be careful because it's hot. He slowly retreats back to his spot behind the counter to make the orders since his coworker has shown up to take them. Watching you out of the corner of his eye, he smiles seeing that you’re enjoying your drink as you gaze out the window. “Osamu!” His co worker snapped to get his attention, the amount of drinks he had to prepare had piled up. Sending her an apologetic look, he got back to work. 

After making and sending off the last coffee, he looked over to where you were sitting to see an empty table with a lonely mug. Osamu sucked his teeth, he planned on asking you if you enjoyed it. As he walked over to the table to clean it, he noticed a slip of paper poking out from under the mug. He grabbed it and read its contents. 

“Y/n L/n: XXX-XXX-XXXX. here’s my number, I’d like to talk to you some more. P.S: I saw you staring at me ;p.” 

Smiling to himself, he pocketed the note and cleaned up the previously occupied table. Maybe this romance thing isn’t so hard after all. 

[t-r99]

Look at me

Itoshi Rin x reader

warning: smut (oral, male receiving)

wc: 770

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He's biting his bottom lip so hard he's sure he'll draw blood soon.

It's so hot.

Rin throws his head back and lets go of his lip in favour of clenching his teeth instead.

"S- So close . . ." He forces out through his teeth. He leans back and rests on his elbows.

Your mouth is so warm, he can't take it. Your throat is almost too tight around his cock and he wants nothing more than to push his entire length in.

Rin almost yells at you when you suddenly pull away and take a deep breath. He was so close, damnit. "W- Wha-"

First he comes home and gets dragged by you to the bedroom, then he gets pushed down onto the bed, then you pull his dick out of his pants and take him in your mouth and now you stop?!

"What the hell-"

"Rin," You blink up at him innocently, all while taking his cock in your hand and moving it painfully slow. "look at me."

Oh, shit, he won't be able to hold it.

"W- Wait- I-" He bites down and takes a sharp breath, eyes now squeezed shut

"But, Riiin," You whine. "I want you to look at me."

He has no idea what has posessed you to act like this, pretending to be all sweet and innocent while pushing him to the brink then stopping as if you're trying to torture him.

"You did so well during that match, I just wanted to reward you but I want you to look at me." You say softly. Rin opens his eyes and looks down at you. Well, he's actually glaring in frustration because he needs release. "You're really cute when you blush, you know." You let go of his cock and he winces at the lack of stimulation.

"I hate you." He mumbles.

You smile. "Is it because I'm the only one who can make you look like this?" You put your hands on his muscular thighs and push yourself to kiss his lips that are swollen from being bitten down on.

"'s embarrassing." Rin grumbles against your soft lips.

"I think it's adorable." You start moving down again. "Is this how you feel when you make me blush like a tomato?"

What is this, revenge?

"I want you to look at me, Rin Rin."

Yep, revenge.

"Want you to watch as you cum in my mouth."

He does this to you all the time.

"Can you do that for me?"

He cups your cheek, his eyes softening. "Yeah, babe." Rin gives a rare smile.

Rin's thumb brushes over your lips and then he tugs gently on the bottom to get you to open your mouth.

Your tongue lolls out and you lick a heavy stripe up the length of his cock to the tip, wasting no time in taking him in your mouth.

Given how close he already was and how sensitive he's gotten, it wouldn't surprise you if Rin barely lasted a single minute.

You take him as far as you can and the weight of his cock on your tongue and the feeling of him filling your throat turns you on like never before. You want to put a hand in your pants and touch yourself but you decide not to.

Looking up, you see that Rin's face is beet red and he's barely holding it together. One of his eyes are closed and he's gritting his teeth, desperately trying to keep his other eye open in fear of you stopping again if it closes.

You moan and it makes him crumble. The feeling of your throat vibrating around his sensitive cock almost kills him and Rin lets out a strangled moan.

You can help but to moan again when his cum fills your throat and you're overwhelmed by the taste of Itoshi Rin, and he's all yours.

"Sh- Shit . . ." He fists the sheets under him and groans. "B- Baby, fuck."

You pull back with a gasp and take a deep breath. "That felt good." You mumble, looking up at him dazed eyes. "Sucking your cock felt so good, Rin."

Damn, you really will be the death of him one day.

Rin slides forward and gets off the bed to push you down to the floor. He quickly presses a kiss to your lips then shifts and scoots up, already hard again. It makes you smile up at him. "On the floor?" You ask.

He's panting. "Do you mind it?"

"Like this?" With his cock right in your face. "Hell no."

Rin smiles again and bites his bottom lip. "Open."

[armysantiny]

-[txt; finding out you’re a vampire

P: txt x gn reader (seperately) | G: fluff, reaction | Inc: roommate au, vampire reader, finding out y/n's secret, a bit of overthinking of Soobin's part, Soobin finding blood on y/n's clothes, second pov, non-idol au, nothing too graphic | Wc: 770 | W: blood, vampires | R: G

Min's notes: Just in time for spooky season! Lmao jk, I had this reaction written down in my notebook for like a year or so, but now felt like a good time to post it. Unofficial hiatus over?

Choi Yeonjun | 최연준

He walks in on you restocking that one mini fridge in your room, drinking through a blood bag and just freezes. You’ve never told him what the mini fridge was for, and he just assumed it was for drinks, or snacks, or whatever else someone would normally keep in them.

Sue him for not coming to the conclusion that he was living with a supernatural being.

Immediately gives you the sheepiest of smiles and backs out of the room, only a little scared of the notion that one of his closest friends is a vampire. And could drain him like a capri-sun if they so wished. Which, now that he thinks about it…

“Hey, y/n? Would you ever—”

“No, Yeonjun. I’m not biting you, so don’t even think about it.”

“Okay, okay~ not thinking about it…but if you had to—”

“Choi Yeonjun!”

Choi Soobin | 최수빈

Poor thing, he panics when he spots blood over the clothes in your laundry as he’s passing by your room. That’s clearly too much to be normal, right? Right? But he’s home alone, leaving him with nothing else to do but overthink about it until you come home from your afternoon shift.

You walk back inside, the tiniest hint of blood on your sleeve and Soobin zeroes in on it immediately.

“What’s this? What’s been happening, y/n? Are you okay?” There’s no room to avoid his questioning, physically or metaphorically and Soobin’s clearly not going to relent. Not when he’s this worried about you. So you begin your explanation, sitting him down and telling him that you are, in fact, a vampire. And he takes the news rather well.

Or as well as an overthinking but well-meaning roommate can.

Choi Beomgyu | 취범규

He spots something strange outside, and simply refuses to believe that that was you. It just couldn’t possibly be you, right? But the thought haunts him for weeks; everything’s suspicious now. You like walks at night? He wonders if you’re out to find blood. You put on a little more sunscreen than the average person? That’s it, you have to be something that isn’t human.

You’re the one who notices and calls him out on his behaviour, ambushing him in the kitchen and prodding at him to tell him what’s up.

“I think you’re a vampire!” He blurts out, and Beomgyu thinks he’s fucked up when you’re just silent for a few seconds.

Because he is right, you just have no idea how he got to that conclusion in the first place. So you nod, confirming his suspicions and ask him how on earth he even figured it out. Which prompts an entire retelling of Beomgyu’s month-long freak out.

Kang Taehyun | 강태현

He’s not the kind of person to make a big deal out of it, especially when being a vampire is just what you are and nothing more. Though he does pay more attention to your more nocturnal lifestyle, but he pins it down initially to you just being a night owl and enjoying being out at night more.

Plenty of people function better at night, after all.

When he sees you taking a sip out of a flask, he asks what it is and your hesitation to answer gives him reason to think. Are you drinking something out of the ordinary? He tries not to look too nosy, because again, it’s not really his business.  Unless you’re hurt, you’re free to drink whatever you want.

Until you take it upon yourself to make it his business.

You’re the one to initiate the conversation, letting Taehyun know that yes, you’re a vampire, and that you’re more than okay with him asking questions. Frankly you were surprised he hadn’t been asking you at all, though a little grateful.

Huening Kai | 휴닝카이

Bless him, it’s Kai’s curiosity that makes him pick up on the smallest details. He catches sight of your fangs, at throws an off-hand comment about having a vampire for a best friend. Oh how right he is, and it takes everything you have to surprise him with the truth behind his words.

You might as well tell him at this point, he’s so unbelievably close yet somehow still has no idea. Likely because he, like Taehyun, also enjoys the peace that comes with minding your own damn business.

“So… I was right?” He asks when you finally take it upon yourself to tell him the truth after far too long of watching him be none the wiser. “Vampires are real, and you’re a vampire?”

You nod. “Simple as that. Not so curious anymore?”

“Not really?” He shrugs, “unless I find something to ask you about.”

You’re sure he will, soon enough.

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i hate you (affectionately) — jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

content: fluff, college au, tutor!won, junhui is your twin brother

wc: 770

"Hey Y/n? Are you okay? Why do you look so glum?" Your older brother Junhui pinched your cheeks waking you up from your reverie. You just sighed and removed his hand from your face.

"Maybe I really did something bad on my past life to deserve this punishment," you shook your head in dismay. "Why do you even have to suck all the genius blood in our mother's womb and then left nothing for me? What a twin brother you are."

Junhui let out a hearty laugh. He's obviously enjoying this. "So you're being like this because Wonwoo is tutoring you?"

"Do you really have to ask?" you hissed at him. "You could've at least convinced Mom that you'll just be the one to tutor me. You're one of the top students, for God's sake!"

"Yes, but I'd rather not do that because one,” he held up his hand before you and folded a finger. “You're unbearable and you always have a lot of things to complain when I'm teaching you. Two, I have better things to do and three, I'm helping my bestfriend earn his voluntary work hours."

"Just say you love your bestfriend than your own sister."

"I don't. I still love you more. But this might prove beneficial to you in the long run, just give it a shot."

"And how would it benefit me? I would have to spend an hour a day with your prick of a bestfriend! Do you know how torturous that is for me?"

"Well, I think not as torturous as me having to put up with all your unreasonable whining," said a familar voice which was obviously not Junhui's. You turned around only to find the person you have been badmouthing right now. He's still wearing his university uniform with his spectacles on.

Okay. It's hard not to notice that he looks so handsome with it but of course, you're not gonna admit that out loud.

"Bro, you're finally here!" Your brother greeted him and they did this fistbump thingy they always do when they meet each other. "Just please pretend you didn't hear what she said. She didn't have her daily fill of coffee so she's a little dramatic right now."

"She's always dramatic," Wonwoo shrugged. "I'm used to it by now."

You automatically groaned in annoyance, "Don't talk that way about me like I'm not here!"

They both stared at you for a second until Junhui tapped Wonwoo's shoulder. "I'm gonna leave her to you now. I know you can handle her."

Wonwoo nodded, "I guess I have to try my best."

Before you could hear any more of their snide remarks, you already turned around and marched your way to the study room where you will be doing the tutoring session.

It didn't take long until Wonwoo finally followed you. He put down his things first on the table before looking at you.

"Y/n," he calmly called and you swear you could feel his stare digging to the deepest part of your soul. "Won't you give me a hug?"

Your lips broke into a wide smile as you rushed over to him and encircled your arms around his neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, babe. Haven't seen you in school the whole day and when I finally came here, I had to hear you call me prick," a hint of sulking was etched on Wonwoo's voice.

"You know I didn't mean that," you said and cupped his face using both of your hands. "I just had to put up a show to my brother. I had to hide my excitement or else he'll know."

"Truth is, he already knows Y/n..."

"What?"

"Jun already knows were together," Wonwoo chuckled upon seeing your shock-stricken face. "He actually set up this whole thing. You know he could tutor you himself but he convinced your Mom that I should do it."

"I bet that's why he was laughing at me earlier. I might've looked so stupid. He's really a menace! He should've just told me the truth," you buried your face in his chest while he tightened his hold on your waist. "And you even agreed with him on calling me dramatic!"

"Because it's true?" he teased which earned him a slap on the back from you. "Nonetheless, it's still one of the many things I love about you, Y/n. It's part of your charm."

You giggled upon hearing what he said, "Should we just go on a date?"

"No," he replied. "We should get some tutoring done today or your brother would wring my neck."

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Unhappily Married (Jason Todd)

Summary: you're in an arranged marriage. You won't be unhappy.

Warnings: Flangst, Arranged Marriage

WC: 770

A/N: really proud of this one, ngl.

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The grand hall was cold, despite the warmth of the chandeliers overhead and the rich velvet curtains that adorned the windows. Your wedding gown, heavy with intricate lace and satin, felt more like a chain binding you than something meant to celebrate the happiest day of your life.

But this wasn’t the happiest day of your life.

Jason stood across the room, leaning against a table, his tux slightly askew, his hands shoved into his pockets. He was scowling—though to be fair, he was always scowling. But tonight, it felt sharper, the weight of the forced union hanging between you like an impenetrable wall.

The marriage had been arranged, a deal struck between families—his and yours. It wasn’t love, and you doubted it ever would be.

You walked over to him, needing to break the tense silence. "We should talk."

Jason didn't even look at you, his gaze still fixed somewhere out the window. "What's there to talk about?" His voice was rough, distant.

You crossed your arms, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I get that you’re not happy about this either, but we can’t ignore each other forever."

Jason finally turned his head, meeting your eyes with that intense, hardened stare he’d perfected. “I never wanted to marry you,” he said bluntly, his voice cold but filled with an honesty that cut through you like a blade.

You stiffened at his words, though they weren’t exactly a surprise. You had known, from the moment the arrangement was announced, that Jason Todd was not a willing participant. But hearing him say it aloud? That hurt more than you had expected.

“Trust me, I never wanted to marry you either,” you shot back, your tone sharper than you intended. “But here we are, so what do you suggest we do? Just hate each other forever?”

Jason sighed heavily, pushing himself away from the table and stepping closer. His eyes softened just slightly, though the tension in his posture remained. “I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” You met his gaze, refusing to look away. “We don’t know each other at all. And now we’re stuck in this… this marriage. I’m not asking for us to fall in love overnight, but we can at least try to make this bearable.”

Jason ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. “Look, I get it. This whole thing is messed up. But I’m not exactly great at… letting people in.”

You sighed, the weight of the situation pressing on your chest. “I’m not asking for you to pour your heart out, Jason. But I can’t be in a marriage where we’re just pretending the other person doesn’t exist. We owe each other more than that.”

Jason’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. Regret, maybe? Guilt? He took a deep breath, stepping closer, his voice lower now, softer. “I never wanted to marry you… because I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. “What do you mean?”

His eyes held yours, and for the first time, you saw the weight of the life he carried—his dangerous world, his enemies, the shadows that always seemed to follow him. “You don’t deserve to be dragged into the mess that is my life. I’m not exactly the kind of guy who can promise you some perfect, fairytale marriage.”

Your heart softened as the pieces started to click into place. Jason wasn’t just being difficult—he was trying to protect you. He was pushing you away because he was scared of what being with him might mean for you.

“Jason…” you said quietly, stepping closer. “I don’t need perfect. I just need honest. And I can handle more than you think.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time, some of the hardness in his expression melted away. He still seemed conflicted, but there was a shift, a tiny crack in the armor he kept around himself.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I’ll try. For you.”

Your breath hitched, surprised by the vulnerability in his words. Slowly, you reached out, taking his hand in yours. His grip was hesitant at first, but he didn’t pull away.

“That’s all I’m asking,” you whispered, giving him a small smile. “We can figure this out together.”

Jason’s gaze softened as he looked down at your joined hands, and for the first time since the marriage had been arranged, there was a glimmer of something you hadn’t seen before—hope.

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out on the highway

older!Eddie x reader

this is a mid-2000's little blurb where Eddie is in his late 30's/early 40's and ends up in Oregon for whatever reason. maybe this is even drifter!eddie. there are so many isolated gas stations and mechanic garages where I am, I think about this every time I am on the road.

wc: 770

It was a dark and foggy November night when you pulled over to the first gas station for 50 miles on your long trek to the Pacific Northwest. Only a sliver of a moon in the sky and very few visible stars, most of them obscured by bully clouds. 

The two pumps under a metal awning were well-lit, as were the modest mechanic garage and mini mart connected to it, but the rest of the surrounding land was nothing but agriculture fields with no other sign of human life to be found.  

Perhaps you’d watched too many horror movies and episodes of Forensic Files, but this place gave you the creeps bad enough to make you wonder if it might be better to chance your luck and see how far you could get on fumes.  

You opened your door a crack, enough to stick the toe of your foot out, and a song from the newest Arcade Fire album Funeral blared from your speakers, just before you turned the ignition off.  You were about to get out and pump your own gas, because that was what you were used to—but then there stood a person, mere feet away, and you sank back, ready to slam your door, feeling suddenly threatened.  

The person in question was a man in light blue coveralls, with the added warmth of a leather jacket and black, fingerless gloves.  He had dark, wavy hair, just long enough to tuck behind his ears with two silver hoop piercings in one lobe, and there was some type of tattoo design peeking out of his collar on his throat.  His eyes were dark brown and kind, and you couldn’t help but notice the thin scar that pulled down the skin of one eye and made it droop slightly.

It took you an extra second to realize he had a cat with him.  The orange and brown calico teenager was perched on his shoulder and he steadied it with one hand to keep the feline secure while the tail swished behind.  The hand that held the cat was slashed in white scars, decorated in chunky, silver rings, and the fingernails had chipped black polish on them.  

He stopped abruptly, not wanting to scare you, not when that eastern side of the state had too many similarities to the scene of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  

“Sorry, hi, I’m Eddie,” he opened the palm of his free hand and spread his fingers out in a bit of a Spock greeting to let you know he was safe.  “And this is Yvette,” he added, gesturing to the calico cat that he gently lowered to the ground.  You both watched her sprint off to the garage and through a tiny door that had been cut in the sheet metal.

“Regular or super?” He asked, clicking the pump handle off the port before you could get out and do it yourself.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind—-” you were about to step down to do it yourself.

But then he chuckled softly, realization dawning.  “You can’t pump your own gas in Oregon,” he let you know in a patient voice, avoiding your eyes.  “I have to do it.  It’s the law," and at that last bit, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, of course,” you gave a ‘silly me’ laugh and crawled back in behind the wheel to shut the door before rolling the window down.  You gave him 20 bucks, and then you watched him from the side mirror as he stood there making sure you got what you paid for.  He was humming a song; one you couldn't place.  

“So,” you spoke up, sticking your head out of the window.  “How long have you lived here?”

He worked his jaw as he checked the rolling numbers on the gas tank, tucking a hair that escaped to his cheek, still never looking directly at you.  “I’ve been here a while,” he said, vaguely.

You stared at your steering wheel for a bit, until you heard the pump click to let him know your tank was full.  

“Thank you,” you said out the window.  He cleared his throat and said a gentle, “you’re welcome”, as he twirled your gas cap closed and snapped the shield into place.  You watched him head back into the garage, with several cats circling his feet.    

You spent the next several miles on the desolate road wondering about Eddie, why he looked so familiar, and how he’d ended up in such a po-dunk town.  You wondered about him until you were sleepy and had to pull over at a roadside motel to get some rest.  

You weren’t very far from the gas station, and you wondered if he would still be there in the morning. 

[dixongrimesgirl]

Sinful Secret

S7 Negan Smith x fem!grimes reader

Content includes: Unprotected sex, PiV, secret relationship, Alexandria era, caught, oral (f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, my girl)

WC: 770

You had secretly been seeing Negan for a while now without the knowledge of anyone in Alexandria. It's past 1am and you heard your father and Michonne go to bed a little while ago. When you're sure the coast is clear you sneak downstairs and let Negan in. "Hey, sweetheart. Thought ya weren't gonna let me in" he teased. "You know that's not true. I just had to make sure everyone was asleep" you reply before leading the way upstairs to your room. He lands a soft smack on your ass as you walk up the stairs in front of him causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "We have to be quiet" you whisper. "What? Ya don't wan' ol' Rick seeing us together?" he asks. You send him a glare and he chuckles. "Okay, sweetheart," he says and you enter your room closing the door softly behind the two of you. He immediately throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you. "Fuck sweetheart" he groans when you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your core against his bulge. He plants his lips on yours and you part your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. He swallows your moans as he rubs your nipples over the thin fabric of your tank top. He kisses down your neck and pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it onto the floor. He sucks a nipple in his mouth and gently bites down, loving how you moan and squirm beneath him. He wishes you didn't have to be so quiet. He can't wait until he gets you back to the sanctuary and you can make all the noise you want. Thinking about you screaming his name causes him to involuntarily thrust his hips into yours. He pulls back and hastily pulls your sleep shorts down and groans noticing you're not wearing any panties. He tosses your shorts onto the floor and positions his head between your legs before devouring you like a starved man. he shoves two fingers into your already slick hole and you clench around them. "So tight" he breathes out. "How ya gonna take my cock, sweetheart?" he asks. "I can do it" you insist. "I know ya can but first let me feel ya cum on fingers" he whispers. You cover your mouth with your held holding back your moans while you ride out your orgasm. He fucks you with his fingers through it all and as you come down from your high you hear the squelching of your pussy. "Good girl" he praises and you sigh gently closing your eyes. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around them. "Damn girl. Got me so fuckin' hard" he grunts and before you know it he's lining himself up with your entrance. "Negan" you moan as he bottoms out in one hard thrust. "So fuckin tight" he groans. He pulls out and slams back in. You don't even hear the headboard banging against the wall. You clench around him. "I know you're close, sweetheart. Cum for me" he growls and you release, your slick covering his cock and with a few more thrusts he's realising inside you. You're both startled when there's a knock at the door. "Y/N?" you hear your Dad's say. "Shit" you mutter and get up throwing on your pyjamas. You open the door. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yeah. I'm fine" you reply. "Good. I just heard a lot of noises and was worried something..." he trails off as Negan appears clad only in his boxers. "What the hell is he doing here?" Rick growls. "Spending time with my girl" he replies and you're thighs involuntarily squeeze together. "If you hurt her" Rick threatens. "I wouldn't hurt her. She wants this just as much as me. Look at her when I call her my girl" he says and you can't help but squeeze your thighs shut again. "See. I do that to her" he says. "Wanna stay for the show? We were just about to go for round 2. Isn't that right sweetheart?" he asks. "Get out of my house!" Rick growls. "Alright, alright." Negan replies and turns to give you a kiss. You kiss him back and he slips is tongue in your mouth. "Now!" Rick yells when Negan's hand starts groping your ass. "See you later sweetheart" he says and you give him a small wave when Rick isn't looking. You know you're gonna be in big trouble but you can't help your feelings. If only your dad could understand.

[chososchalupa]

bro ur dance for me thing is just 🤧😖🤪🤫☺️😍, if ur not working on anything else could i request the for nikolai and anyother char of ur choice? i like to imagine kolya helps reader with stability while practising on new routines.

note: pole dancers usually wear revealing clothing (take that however u want)

ah thank you sm!! 💗💗💗 sorry this took SO long for me to get to. I hope you like it! <3

Part 1 - Dazai / Chuuya

Part 2 - Ranpo / Fyodor

Dance for me / part 3

MDNI 18+

content,, F!Reader x Nikolai, pole dancing, choking, maybe ooc? I've never written for him before lol, fluffy ending, not proofread ofc, NSFW UNDER CUT!!

wc - 770

You dropped to your feet again with a sigh, the new routine you had started was not as easy as you assumed it would be. You were so focused on practicing that you didn't notice the white haired man standing just behind you, watching you intensely as you wrapped your hands around the pole to begin the routine again. 

Nikolai watched with bright eyes as you moved your body around the pole, your eyes closed with concentration. He watched as your hands began to slip from the pole, but before your feet could touch the ground, you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“You look like you were struggling a bit, dear. Let me help” He mumbled into your hair as he lowered you to the ground. 

You spun around to face your smiling boyfriend, “How long have you been watching?” 

“Oh~, not long! I just couldn’t help myself! You looked stunning!” Nikolai giggled as his hands snaked around your back, quickly undoing the string that kept your top on, “And now you look even better!”

Your eyes widened as your top fell to the floor, “I still need to prac-”

“How about you take a break?” He cut you off, picking you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes as you let yourself wrap around your tall boyfriend, “We have to be fast” you whispered into his neck, causing him to laugh as he opened your bedroom door.

“If you say so, dove” He smiled, setting you on the bed as he removed the clothes he had on. 

You watched carefully as Nikolai removed his boxers, revealing his hard cock already leaking with precum. Your eyes glanced up to his face only to find him smiling down at you. 

“Lay down” He spoke, his hands pressing your shoulders back as he crawled onto the bed with you. “I’ll let you get back to practicing soon. Just relax”

You took a deep breath as you felt his long fingers slide between your already dripping folds, “So wet for me already! You must have really wanted me!” He giggled, kissing your lips softly as he pressed two fingers inside of you. 

You moaned into the kiss as he continued stretching you, thrusting his fingers in and out.

You whined as Nikolai’s lips left yours, trailing kisses down towards the heat between your legs. His fingers were still relentlessly pumping into you as you felt his lips start to suck on your clit. The sudden stimulation causing you to release a loud moan as your back arched off the bed. 

“You taste amazing, Dove” He moaned, as his tongue continued licking up the juices that were flowing between your legs.

“Nikolai, I’m going to c-cum” You moaned

He didn’t respond as he pulled his fingers out of you, roughly spinning your body around so you were laying on your stomach.

You felt his hard length press against your entrance, “So stunning” you heard him say as he pressed into you. He paused for a moment so you could adjust before gradually picking up speed.

“Ni-Nikolai I’m going to-” You moaned, as you felt his hand wrap around your throat

“Going to what?” He asked, squeezing softly as he pounded into you. The sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Are you going to cum?” 

You nodded as your mind became foggy from the lack of oxygen as Nikolai kept his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Cum with me” He moaned, pressing his hips down hard against you.

His hand released your neck as your orgasm crashed over you. You came hard around his dick as he released inside of you before slowly pulling out. 

You remained laying on your stomach as Nikolai sat back on his heels, watching as his cum dripped from your now aching core. 

“Well we can’t let this go to waste!” He announced, before shoving his two fingers back inside of you, keeping his seed planted exactly where he wanted it.

You gasped as you felt him remove his fingers, watching as he sucked both of your fluids off.

“Tastes amazing as always” He grinned, making a ‘pop’ noise as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. “I know you need to practice, but..” He trailed off as he laid down beside you. “Just a little longer?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You smiled softly, how could you say no to him? “Anything for you” you replied, cuddling deeper into his embrace as your eyes fluttered shut.

Practice could wait for tomorrow.

[sunnyangy]

🐚 Synopsis : Friends to lovers with Sakura <3

🫧 Notes : heya friends!! it’s been a long time since i was there, but i am back!! i’m coming with this fic made for @skendos for her birthday, with her favorite boy and her favorite trope :) and also big thankies to @kyuuyomii for helping me proofread/improve that ! love you two girls <3

🐬 wc : 770

"Hey Sakura, you alright?"

Suo inquired, putting his hand on Sakura's shoulder. He looked around, seemingly pulled out of his day dream by the maroon haired boy, that gave him his usual smile. Sakura blushed, understanding he had been caught being deep in his thoughts.

He could hear everyone's laughs around them, smelling the nice aroma of the barbecue that Umemiya was taking care of. He quickly nodded at Suo, assuring him that he was fine.

"Yeah I'm just.. a bit tired, that's it."

Sakura answered, before turning his head back towards the group in front of him. His friends, the captains, and you. You, stood on the bench, waving your arms and hands around, telling a story about something that had happened to you the night before when you were out with your friends. You looked so passionate about it, talking loudly so everyone could hear you, your face so expressive.

Sakura couldn't help but stare at you with those dual colored eyes of his. Even if you were looking funny, being loud, being all he couldn't stand, he couldn't help but feel that warmth in his heart. What would usually annoy him from others, was adorable when it came from you. He found it so cute how happy you were to tell about this story, how everyone looked at you to listen.

But when your eyes travelled to him, he felt his heart skip a beat, not expecting you to turn to him, as he was always kind of out the conversations. He nearly choked on his piece of meat, putting his hand in front of his mouth, coughing and turning his eyes away. His cheeks got heated up almost instantly, as he stared at his plate. But when his eyes automatically traveled back to you, he noticed you were still gazing at him, smiling and chuckling.

He put his back towards you, avoiding your gaze as he kept choking from his surprise. Nirei leaned towards him, handing him a glass of water. You couldn't help but laugh, and continued to act out your story to the others. After some minutes, Sakura let out a sigh, finally not coughing anymore, and leaned back against his chair, resting.

He could still hear your voice, your honey voice that filled his ears and occupied his mind. He looked over at you, taking another bite of the grilled meat. He kept munching mindlessly, but still focusing on your story.

Why did he wanna hear it so bad ? He usually didn't like when people kept talking about themselves, yet for you, he cared. He wanted to hear. Who were you with? What did you do? His concerns were written on his face, his eyebrows knitted and his pout pretty proeminent. Suo leaned once again towards him, talking with a low enough voice so only he could hear.

"Sakura, you look all red. Are you feeling jealous?"

"Jealous?? Why would I be jealous??.." He blurted out, crossing his arms while changing the direction of his gaze, and pouting even more.

"I'm justtt.. feeling hot. Because of the barbecue."

"... Mhh.."

Suo mumbled, a smirk appearing on his face as he realized pretty quickly what Sakura was trying to hide, or didn't even know himself.

"Because of the barbecue? Are you sure it's not because of her? You seem pretty interested in what she's saying.. You know Sakura, about that, I wanted to ask you something."

Sakura's eyes travelled slowly back to him, raising an eyebrow and shrugging his shoulders.

"Ask away, I might be kind enough to consider giving an answer."

Suo chuckled, before leaning even more, keeping his voice still and not suggestive.

"You like her, right?"

In a second, Sakura had jolted back in his chair, gripping the sides of it as he stared at Suo, his eyes widened and his expression shocked, almost offended.

"HUUUHHH? ARE YOU KIDDING??"

Suo chuckled once more, mimicking him by shrugging his shoulder and sat straight.

"It was just a question!"

Sakura stared at him for at least one more minute, still taken aback. His heart was pounding, a weird warmth spreading through all his body, as he had to lean his elbows on his knees, and put his head in his hands. Him? Love you? No, that wasn't possible. But this heat that went all throughout him, the way his heart felt like it was wrapped in a warm embrace, and the butterflies in his stomach indicated him otherwise. Shit, he did love you.

[helplessautomaton]

heey, how are you? I'm happy about the event!! I'd like to request Chuuya x f!reader (or gn reader) with the prompts 10 and 5 take care of yourself and thank you in advance <3

10 ( “i..i promise there is nothing in the candy.”) + 5 (“you're my only reason im doing this”)

hi anon! doing well, i am too, im really exciting to being doing one of these and each request makes me really happy! hopefully i didnt make him too OOC, i tried my best with chuuya

-WC 770 // valentines event open!! tws: kidnapping, drugging

Slow days always seem to bother you but it was somewhat interesting today. You didn't want to push your luck with whatever and whoever, so you just choose to relax. The Port Mafia didn't take Valentine's seriously so you continued working as usual. You took your time doing paperwork, occasionally looking back at the clock. Thinking of things to do when you go home, probably treat yourself while binge watching another boring show for fun. Could go out on your own and do your ownself café date while just walking around and buying whatever catches your tastes. While in your mind-strucken daydreams a knock sounded from your door, pounding a little harder when you didn't respond the first time.

Finally snapping back, you called in whoever was knocking at your door. The door opened delicately and your higher up, Chuuya was walking into your room. You straighten up and recollect yourself in respect. Giving a smile you greet him, while nervously waiting to see what he's here for. His eyes quickly landed on you and started walking towards your desk. He was clear on what he wanted, asking you out for the evening, you squeezed your hand as you accepted his invitation. "Be there at 5 pm."

Slow days always seem to bother you, but, at least you have something to look forward to. It was still nerve-wracking since it was Chuuya of all people. Gently tapping your desk while looking at the clock. You're on friendly terms with Chuuya, talking for long periods if youre allowed. He's considerate towards you and seemingly kinder. He is always just.. there when you're around. You let these thoughts go easily, you should be getting ready after all. Putting the paperwork you've done to the side, you get up and get ready to leave, the nervousness still not leaving you. 

You tried to look your best, shaking off some self doubt, he's gonna be fine with how you look. deciding to leave just a bit early just in case of setbacks. Finally you reach the restaurant Chuuya told you about. nodding at the waiters politely when you found out Chuuya was already there. Walking towards him, his head perked up to see you, giving a gentle but anxious smile at him. He greeted you back just as politely, the date going well and you started to notice he stared for too long. The questions always led back to you. Was anyone bothering you? Has anyone hurt you? He must've also caught on about his odd questioning and cut back on it. Something was clearly off which made you start thinking back but you tried not to worry too badly. The date came to a close, but before you could get up Chuuya gently grabbed your hand. Gifting you some chocolates, they were open slightly. "My apologies, I didn't want you to struggle with opening them."

You continued onwards, the chocolates were fancy but looked normal. You started to chew and noticed the taste but you blamed it on the unfamiliar brand. However you couldn't help but ask what was in them despite your third consumption.

"I..I promise there's nothing in the candy." You froze, there was something in the candy and you could already feel the lag in your movements. Starting to panic, you tried to get up but Chuuya was already helping you up. Started shushing you while your consciousness was rapidly dwindling. 

You woke up drowsy, seeing double while moving slowly, everything was delayed. The nausea was overwhelming so you continued to try to stay still while everything swirled around you. Calming down, you noted your surroundings, you were on a bed, everything around you looked nice and expensive. "It's a precaution but I'm still sorry it had to happen this way." 

You tried to lift up your head gently to look up at the voice that spoke up. You didn't want to yell incase of feeling worse, your glare held anger and confusion. It bothered Chuuya, but he brushed it off as shock. "Look I know this is bad but-"

You didn't let him continue as you started shooting questions at him while also not letting him continue. Obviously this pissed him off a little, "you're my only reason im doing this!, I hate seeing you getting hurt so now you belong here."

His tone was firm yet he held back from yelling, it still got you to quiet down. The hatred in your eyes was still sharp, you did start calming down then the realization dawned on you. There's a good chance you weren't gonna leave this place.

[arson4kids]

♡ Ellie hc's ♡

WARNINGS - SFW + NSFW. I'll keep the NSFW at the bottom just in case <3

WC - about 770

a/n - I don't really post shit like this on tumblr so sorry in advance lmao. Not 100% proof read so please excuse any typos.

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♡ She's 100% the type to run up the stairs after turning the light off. She's convinced there's gonna be something down there. She'd look at you all like "Holy shit did you see that??" ♡ Unhealthy attachment to dinosaurs. She's bored? She's reading about dinosaurs. She has a final project due? She's making it about dinosaurs. Needs something to talk about? She's gonna start off a conversation with "Did you know that one dinosaur.." ♡ Super cuddly with you. She claims she can't sleep unless she has an arm around you or her head on your chest. ♡ Speaking of sleeping, she sleeps in ungodly sleeping positions. Like, these positions weren't known to man until she somehow discovered it. She's sleeping at an 90° angle with one leg over you and somehow she's fine in the morning?? ♡ Longest fucking playlist. This girl has 500+ songs in one playlist. While she denies it, she can sing half of them effortlessly because she's memorized the lyrics. "Can you sing this one??" "What? No, that's fucking weird." (of course she can.) ♡ Cat person. She likes dogs and all, but they're...too much for her. Cats match her energy. She can be drawing and playing guitar without having to worry about her pet tearing up her room. ♡ She spends hours learning songs on the guitar just because you brought up liking a song in passing to her. "The guitar in this song is so catchy. I can't get it out of my head." She'd just hum like she didn't really care, when in reality, she was already planning out where to find the tabs online and how long it'd take her to learn it. She'd surprise you with it weeks later and when you'd ask where she learnt it she'd just shrug. ♡ She sleeps in the most random places. If she's tired, she's gonna crash wherever she can. The couch. Your room. The hayloft in the barn. You name it, she's probably slept there at least once.

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♡-> NSFW HC's <-♡ ♡ She loves your tits. She's always staring at them. Whenever you guys are out, she finds a way to sneak in a glance at them. ♡ She wants to be a dom, but sometimes she gets nervous and chokes. What if she's doing it wrong? What if she's hurting you? You have to give her a pep talk before she does anything. ♡ Loves eating you out. She does it like her life depends on it. She loves it so much to the point where she's begging you just to get a taste. ♡ Likes to take her time with you. Slow is the only way to go in her mind. If you protest or whine, she leaves and tells you to figure it out by yourself. "Ellie, that's not fucking fair. You can't just leave." "You've got two hands of your own. Figure it out." ♡ She's always smacking your ass. Out in public? She's finding a way to smack your ass at some point. And this isn't just a friendly thing either. This is the full goddamn wind up. ♡ She has a strap and it's 100% pink. I don't make the rules, sorry. ♡ If you've bent down to reach something, she's behind you holding your hips and fake fucking you. This girl has no shame. ♡ If she's mad at you, she's mocking your moans. She doesn't care how much it may upset or embarrass you. ♡ She loves to prove you wrong. "It won't fit." "Don't worry baby, I'll make it fit." ♡ She doesn't care where you two are. She'll fuck you in the back of her car if she has to. ♡ She won't admit it, but she loves the way you ride her strap. It makes her weak as hell watching you. ♡ Speaking of, as much as she loves it when you ride her, she never knows where to put her hands. On your ass? On your hips? Maybe your tits? Because of this she ends up awkwardly leaving them at her sides or clasping them in front of her like it's some sort of important meeting. ♡ AMAZING aftercare. This girl doesn't let you move a muscle. She's cleaning you up, getting you dressed, spooning you, anything to make you feel better and help you relax. "Are you tired? I can tuck ya in if you want." "I think six feet under is on if you want to watch some of it while you fall asleep." "Are you hungry? I'm an amazing chef y'know." "I've got popsicles in the fridge if you want one."

[gimme-noodles-please]

Could you write something angst hurt and comfort for lovebrush Ayn please?

ayn x reader

angst & comfort <3

wc: 770

content: reader is stressed out by school and breaks down in front of ayn. big hugs to everyone out there, you can do it! <3

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It was a long day after school, you and Ayn had agreed to meet up at your house for a date. Well, it was you who suggested it a week ago to teach Ayn how to bake chocolate chip cookies, which he did at first scoff at the idea since he does not need to learn them and neither does he have interest in it (he is only interested in the eating part) but since you are his beloved girlfriend, he agreed. (He is actually excited even though he does not show it)

However when the day came, you found yourself trudging the way home. Perhaps it was the weather today, or that you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or that you forgot to bring your pencil case to school; you felt horrible. Perhaps it was because of the weight of school work and the incoming exams finally weighing down on you and causing you to feel just this close to breaking down. You had considered cancelling the date with Ayn but being able to read his emotions despite his, sometimes, cold demeanour, can be a blessing and a curse at the same time. You would feel horrible if you were to cancel it last minute when you could tell he was obviously anticipating this to finally spend some alone time with you. He was also busy too, especially when he had his career of being a pianist alongside being a student at the academy. Who are you to complain?

You sigh as you unlock the door, feeling a little uneasy at how silent your house was. Oh, right, Cael offered to help take care of your cat because of your busy schedule. You locked the door behind you and set down your things, getting ready for your date.

Soon, Ayn arrived, right on time as he promised. However, something was a little off about him, his smile seemed a little… forced. (He had a meeting with his father and was feeling a little grumpy) You brushed it off, assuming he was just tired. It was pretty much fine at first as you both baked together, but it was unusually silent compared to other times, neither of you wanted to talk.

You were too absorbed in your thoughts as you pulled open the oven door to take the baking tray out, completely forgetting to use the mittens. Thankfully Ayn noticed it and quickly pulled you towards him, a little too rough for your liking as he hurriedly checked your fingers to make sure you didn’t burn yourself. “How can you be so careless? You should’ve worn the mittens or asked me to take it out for you. You could’ve burned yourself.” He scolds you, though his words were coming from a place of concern, his tone sounded a little too harsh. You did not dare to meet his eyes, keeping them trained on both of your hands as you willed yourself not to cry. Why are you crying over this? It is weak to be tearing up just because of something so trivial. Useless. Useless. Useless.

Ayn takes notice of your silence, letting out a sigh as he tilts your chin upwards such that your focus is now on him. He pursed his lips at the sight of your watery eyes, feeling guilty. “I-I’m sorry I was too harsh, it’s just that-“ He stuttered, trying to explain himself but was interrupted by you breaking down and burying your face into his chest, taking him by surprise. You closed your eyes as you sobbed, trying to control them as best as you could but it just kept coming. Days of stress and pent up emotions start flooding out as you hold him tightly. It was the first time Ayn had ever seen you cry, and neither does he know the reason why, he could only awkwardly pat you on the head while hugging you close to him. “It’s okay, I-I’m sorry.” He apologised, his voice much softer now. You quickly shake your head at his words, it was never his fault to begin with. “N-no it’s okay. It’s just, I feel so stressed with school, with life, with literally everything! I-I don’t know what to do. I want to run away from all these but I know I can’t, I just-“

“It’s okay, I’m here now. You will do just fine, I’m sure of it. Just a few months more until winter break. You have done a good job so far and I am proud of you. Please, remember that I will always be here for you.”

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author’s note: if you can’t tell, i lost motivation half way 🥲 i’m so sorry. also requests will take kinda slow because i am trying to take some time to work on my other projects as well

[vshthestmpede]

Headcanons for Vash getting a nice, long soak in a hot bath and a nice, thorough massage? Idk what types of physical therapy would be good for all his scars and missing arm (and whatever other damage beneath the skin we can't quite see), but hopefully a massage and a hot soak in a big tub would help? And a nice nap in a soft bed.

you need to relax, vash.

wc; 770

cw; mentions of scars

note; so i managed to find some time to start watching some of the og trigun anime and lemme tell y'all that this version of vash is so damn funny yet he's also my precious bbg still. i'll also be getting requests out in a more consistent manner now that i've graduated and have my summer free!!

on another note, i have made an ao3 where i have plans for two big works, a vash x reader prequel that leads into a wolfwood x reader. character.ai has given me so much material it's insane. i'll keep everyone here updated as i put those out, profile linked below!! <3

masterlist | cross-posted to ao3

vash would always put everyone else's needs and well-being before his own

it was 100% part of his sweetheart charm but it did raise some worry after it became a consistent thing

and while you and the others tried to push the importance of his well-being onto him, he was stubborn and would always wave you guys off

this continued for quite some time after you joined the group until, one day, you put your foot down

"you need to relax, vash." you left no room for argument, no indication that getting out of this was going to be easy.

vash tried his best to - as politely as he could - decline your persisting order but soon found himself being half-dragged, half-carried towards the bathroom of his hotel room

he stammered your name as you pushed him into the bathroom and followed, locking the door behind you. you started the tub and let the water run until it was warm enough before plugging the drain.

he jumped when you turned on him, his back against the far wall. with your hands on your hips, you raised an eyebrow at him.

"what're you waiting for? clothes, off." you took a step towards him when he hesitated and he hurried in doing it himself, only stopping when he was in his underwear. "vash, lovebug, i've seen you naked countless times."

"this is different," he whined, watching as you picked up his clothes off the floor. "is this really necessary?"

you sat in front of the door, folding his clothes and setting them beside you. you nodded as you worked on his jacket, eyeing the bullet holes near the hem. after another moment, you turned off the faucet and returned to your spot, eyes on vash.

"get in the tub, vash. don't make me get up and put you in it myself," you warned, crossing your arms over your chest. he sighed and shed his boxers, kicking them in your direction before climbing into the tub. "thank you."

he slid down in the tub as far as he could, a content sigh coming from his lips as he slung his arms over the back of the tub. you scooted towards the edge of the tub, earning a smile from your lover as you sat there with him.

"did you want to join me?" he asked, gesturing to the tub but you shook your head. "no? are you sure, mayfly?"

"tempting, but this is time for you to relax," you said firmly, reaching over him to grab the shampoo. you put it beside you and start cupping water to dump onto his hair to wet it. "lean back, lovebug."

he does as you ask and you take some shampoo in your hands, lathering it up before running your fingers through his hair. vash hummed as your fingers gently scratched against his scalp as you worked the shampoo through all of his hair. you instructed him to wash it out as you unplugged the drain.

you handed him a towel and unlocked the door, carrying his clothes out and putting them on the dresser before sitting on the bed. vash followed, eyeing you as you pat the bed next to you.

"what?" vash questioned but he did as you asked, allowing you to guide him into laying on his stomach. "what's going on?"

you straddled his lower back, hands resting on his shoulders as you began to knead at the skin. vash shuddered under your touch and you smiled to yourself. your hands worked up and down his back, taking your time on the more tender and scarred areas of him. you admired every inch of vash, murmuring your adoration and making sure he knew you thought he was beautiful.

you hummed in response as vash quietly said your name and he turned his head to the side so he could look at you.

"thank you for pushing me to relax," he murmured, his voice getting heavy with sleep. "i really needed this."

"you did," you replied, slowly getting off of him to bring him some cozy clothes. "you need to take care of yourself, too, okay?"

vash mumbled some sort of response as you brought him his clothes. as he got dressed you changed into cozy clothes yourself, closing the window blinds and climbing into bed with your love. he curled up against you instantly as you pulled the covers over the two of you, his head resting on your chest and his arms around your waist.

"good night, lovebug," you whispered, your fingers running through his hair as his breathing evened out.

[killerbananas]

Choice

Connie helps you come, but gets the beginning of the repercussions from mean!Jean.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 770 wc | afab!reader x Connie x Jean

Warnings: smut; she/her; daddy, Dom Jean, switch Connie, bratty switch reader, rough, oral, biting, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, slapping, orchestrated fucking, control kink, degradation humiliation, MM interactions, fingering, masturbating, caught masturbating, breath play, dacryphilia

AN: Repost from my old account.

Connie’s digits are still teasing aftershocks from your cunt with his fingers knuckle-deep on one hand and pinching your clit in a downward V shape with the other. This is how Jean finds you.

“What’s this? I thought you agreed not to be a spoiled cunt.”

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that. She just needed to come.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how punishment works, man. I told her not to touch herself tonight or she’d be in trouble.”

He yanks his belt off audibly, buckle clanking tinned anguish.

“Well, I don’t see any trouble. I did all the touching. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

It is. It certainly is, but you can see the gears turning behind Jean’s softening-into-a-smirk glare at Connie’s naive grin. At least you’d hopefully be out of his line of fire temporarily.

“So you’re the needy slut that couldn’t keep his hands to himself or did she seduce you? I thought you both knew better. Guess we’ll just have to fuck it back into both of your clouded, horny brains.”

Connie stutters reiterating the logic, but only has so long before Jean’s pinning him to the bed, tugging his shirt up, and taking only a half-second to be distracted by his abdominals before he’s biting his retaliation into the warm skin beneath him. He grabs Connie’s hard-on through his tightened pants when he’s making his way down his body. He unfurls his clothing with haste and ripping seams, now frustrated and impatient.

“Mm- don’t think I forgot about you, princess. We’re going to talk about skirting responsibilities and white lies when I’m done with this bad influence.”

You’re almost moved to touching yourself into a fucking tizzy watching Jean work Connie up again and again. It’s almost worth it, to even triple your punishment, if you could settle the overwhelming arousal at seeing the sweat and reddening hues splash the delinquent’s torso. Jean has worked him to the edge four times now and that was on top of having nearly made him come earlier grinding into your ass while he fingered your petals.

The heat spreads across your face like searing lightning contagiously striking from the torrent of pleasure Jean knows how to pluck from Connie’s erogenous areas. He slaps Connie’s face before he can come again, shattering that orgasm and ruggedly directing Connie’s attention from where Jean’s spitting onto Connie’s leaking, swollen, darkening cock, to you, just as your hand managed to sneak the edge of the blanket and reach your pussy.

Jean merely sighs and directs you towards them with a stiff jerk of his head. His grip on Connie’s face is a titch too tight, visibly bunching some of the skin. He drags it to the base of the gulping man’s throat instead.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that, princess. You already broke the rules and then I see you doing it again. I just…”

His grip on Connie’s throat clamps around slightly harder.

“Get on his dick.”

“But,”

“You heard me. I know you’re wet enough. You’re both so impatient to get started without me… You can at least fuck him how I tell you. Straddle his fucking dick.”

He doesn’t move his hand off Connie’s cock, resting it around the base to feel you connect down as far as you could go. He grinds his palm against your clit, cupping the entirety of your sex while his lithe fingers reach to tease Connie’s stuck-in-place member.

“Move with the speed of my hand and ride him slowly.”

You match the pace he sets, slippery pussy gliding along the dense girth of his overstimulated member with Jean’s guidance. It has Connie whimpering and writhing in sharp spasms, begging with droplets of frustrated remorse clinging to his dark eyelashes.

“Ignore my orders now. I fucking dare you.”

Oh, hm.

“Was that a fucking challenge, Daddy?”

Connie appreciates you taking the heat off him for a second and he can’t complain about clearing his head from that fuzzy darkness since Jean decided to yank you back by your hair and twist, instead.

“No, princess. It was a rhetorical bait so I could see if you’d mind your place. Pretty boy down here is blue in some awfully uncomfortable places. You, you’re red hot and ready to fight me. How should I cool you down?”

His patience wanes the longer he has to wait for you to answer…

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[sciroccoorion35]

leave this one alone

Skull writes his memoirs. WC: 770 Rating: T (language)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59836357

“It was a dark and stormy night when I came into this world. It was a darker and stormier night when I left it…why aren’t you writing that down?”

“Er…are you sure this is how you want your memoir to begin?”

“Yes! Write it! Now where was I…?”

“You left the world.”

“I was torn cruelly from the bosom of this earth, my soul cast adrift in a place of ice and cruelty. But I clung on! For I knew the secrets of Death from the visionary work of the late Edmund Bickerstaff….”

“Not to mention unethical, unwise and insane.”

“Well, yes, that too. Nevertheless, I willed myself back into the mortal realm. I was weak, limited, tethered to my remains…You wouldn’t believe how gross it was watching the rats devour my corpse. There was a worrying bit when my body was washed further down the sewers in a rainstorm and by then the head had come fully detached and it went one way and my body went another and there was a tricky moment where I wasn’t sure which way I was going to be dragged and…”

“Sorry, am I supposed to be writing all of that?”

“Oh, er, no I guess not.”

“Do you want to say how you wound up dead in a Lambeth Sewer?”

“Erm, no, better not. And I think we can skip the bit where agents came to collect me because I kept popping up into toilets connected to the sewer and blowing cold air up people’s privates.”

“What? You never told me that!”

“Oh. Right, well we can skip it in any case. I was taken to Marissa Fittes herself, who asked me many questions about the nature of death and plasm. But I could see right through her vile purposes and refused to share!”

“Oh right, it was because you’re such a good judge of character. Sure it was.”

“Absolutely. Then I was locked away until a certain horridly shaped and half-mad, disgraced ex-Fittes researcher stole me in retribution and brought me to this dreary old house…”

“Portland Row is not dreary! And I’m not writing that about George being half-mad. He is perfectly sane and solved the entire Problem in the end.”

“With a load of help from me!”

“Sure, a bit.”

“A bit?!”

“Anyways, you were brought to Portland Row…”

“Ugh, fine. Yes, I was brought here and spent the first month screaming at the top of my lungs, but George and Lockwood are as dumb as posts so neither one heard me. It wasn’t until the radiant Ms. Lucy Carlyle joined the company that I finally had an equal I could converse with. Someone I could share the secrets of mortality with. Someone I could share the long, dark nights…”

“Eurgh, don’t make it sound so… so…”

“So what? We did spend many nights together, you and I.”

“But you make it sound so sordid!”

“Oh and all your going on in your memoirs about how floppy Lockwood’s hair is and how anaemic his skin looks wasn’t?”

“I was being descriptive!”

“You were as thirsty as a salt-drunk sailor for that flapdoodle.”

“I was not!”

“Oh don’t get your knickers in a bunch. Besides, he was just as bad. You should have heard him trying to make excuses for the way he was constantly staring at your arse.”

“What?!”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t put any of that in my memoir. Who wants to read about any of that? Anyways, as I was saying, you and I spent many nights together, coming to a deeper understanding of one another, of the way our lives were hopelessly entwined…why aren’t you writing?”

“I’m not writing that.”

“Oh, come on, Lucy! You were allowed to take certain liberties with your writing. Why can’t I do the same?”

“Because I’m the one writing it!”

“Would it help if I talked about how ample your bosom is?”

“NO!”

“Okay, okay. They are though, you know. Nice and…Hey! Where are you going?”

“I quit.”

“You can’t quit! And you don’t have a lever to close anymore. I’ll just follow you around the house until you agree.”

“I’ll stick you in a silver seal and hide you under George’s bed.”

“You won’t!”

“Don’t test me.”

“But Luuuuucyyyyy…”

“I’m going out into the garden. To enjoy the sunshine.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“See you at sunset, jerk.”

“Wagtail!”

“Knob!”

“Hornswaggler!”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means…oh, she’s gone. Well, time to go rearrange George’s research papers I guess. Not sure who I’m even talking to. Oh well… Hmm hmm hmmm…on the day I was born, the nurses all gathered round…something, something… Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh…cause I'm here to tell ya honey, that I’m bad to the bone…”

[haecien]

Fast pace.

" We're going to that place we shouldn't go "

Synopsis — You're both starting to drift away from each other like pieces of broken wood in the ocean but he's going at a fast pace whilst your left behind.

Paring — Joshua x G/n!Reader

Genre(s) — Angst, He fell first and lost feelings first, You fell last but fell harder, fantasy au

Warnings — Mentions of arguing, like some cursing at the end.

Wc — 770 words 3,942 characters

A/n : This is apart of @caratsland event! Please check out this post to see the other members works !!! also... yeah I couldn't help myself I made it a fantasy au, Its maybe cause I wanna play d&d SO badly but I got no one to play it with HAHA

So, how does this world work? Since its a fantasy au, of course they're different species. Yeah... this is going to be too long so the details will be at the end! happy reading<333

" You're going too fast baby. " you yelled out to joshua, most of the time it's you who always ran ahead but, he seemed to get out of your sight and was now deep in the forest. Almost completely disappearing.

You felt your wings flutter in excitement whenever you felt his presence, your heart pounding very hard almost feels like its escaping out of your chest. You loved him deeply, and he knew that.

What so who cares if you're both different species? You didn't care, You both knew you loved each other, He says " I Love you, " whenever we see each other in the mornings, he says it proudly too. He doesn't care if others are watching, he will say it loudly and proud.

But, hes walking so quickly. I can't keep up with his pace, the days go by and I feel like i'm losing him, he was always faster than me. I could never catch him anymore, It feels like we used to click so fast but now I'm finding it difficult for you to open up to me.

You walk at a fast pace and I can't meet it. What could I do even if I walked as fast as you? getting further away. I don't know, there's something about you I like a lot. I thought we would work, now we're arguing and making each others faces red, with anger. A year ago, I wouldn't believe that I would have been fighting with you, the one I said I loved.

Weeks of arguing and awkward conversations, did you just have enough of me? Now you never said " I love you, " unless I said it first. You never thought of me unless someone mentioned me, I wonder if you even remember me. I'm starting to think you don't.

You've disappeared, you left our home town. All your friends and family miss you very much, I miss you. The hands we're both holding have no warmth at all, is it time to let each other go. Why now? How come we've let it come to this, Why do we have to hurt like this? It’s no fun. Even when we make plans to meet up in the future I don’t look forward to it,

you sighed as you took out a piece of paper, It's been 3 years since Joshua cut contact with you completely. The jar of ink with your feather sitting beside it waiting for you to start writing you couldn't help but cry a little bit. It hurts how he sends letters to his friends, his family, but not you.

He looks like he has completely moved on while your still stuck on the memories you had together. Yet your still waiting by your mailbox just even a tiny gift from him would make your whole entire year.

It's been three hours since you've started writing, you're finally finished. You wrapped your letter in an envelope, you sticked on a beautiful flower, It was his favorite. He said it reminded it of you, so beautiful and delicate.

" My dear, Hong Jisoo

I'm writing you this letter because I still need something, anything, from you. I'm waiting for your response. It's been three years, I miss your morning "I Love you," perhaps even an apology. You allegedly tell your pals that you adore me even when I'm not around before stopping one arbitrary night. It appears as though we are now strangers.

How can I win back your favor? I've been wanting to express this in front of you without scaring you away, but how do I make you feel the same as me again? I had hoped that we would remain in love until we were elderly, but you left me far sooner than I had anticipated.

It's strange that it has been more than a year since we last spoke; I wasn't even aware that you would be going away. Even though you've gone on from me, I feel like I've already forgotten what your voice even sounds like because I still think about you every day. How a part of me still loves you is strange.

This entire experience felt real to me even if it wasn't to you. It's strange that even though we haven't spoken in a very long time, I still miss you.

It seems strange that after everything, I can still miss you. "

You sent this letter to the post office, it's been a week now. You still don't know if he ever got your letter, who knows? He never replied.

You're set in a place called "Καράτι" (I used Google translate so if any1 speaks Greek im sorry!!) Which means "Carat"

This place is home to many creatures a like, you have your common fairies, dragons, elves, dwarfs, and all those types!

Well ofcourse humans still exists but, eh fuck them they're not important here!

We will be focusing on 3 major species

Fairies, Dragons and Elves.

Who are the fairies in the story? :

Reader, Wonwoo, Minghao, Dino

Who are the dragons in the story?:

Mingyu, Vernon, Seungkwan, Woozi

Who are the elves in the story?:

Hoshi, Joshua, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Dokyeom

General taglist: @woozvc