#again this is in no way an attack on n i love them sm it's embarrassing at times

[sevlawless]

okay so the n route has been bothering me ever since i played it and i needed to air my frustrations out as a way to cope i suppose

for reference my main detective who i use for n is felicity, but sometimes i also use arabella to test out some options i wouldn't normally pick and just to see how the romance works with a detective that isn't exactly that compatible with n. so when i first played, i used felicity and then later on when i was doing a deep dive into the romance and the plot, i was using arabella just to see if certain things held up yk! and lord how i wish it did LMFAO

just a little disclaimer that this is all just my opinion and i'm willing to listen to other points of view about this! and i do not mean any of what i say as a dig or to be hateful toward n, they are my favorite li in twc and the fact that i love their romance and their character so much is probably most if not all of the reason why their route in book 3 was so weird to me, and why i make the critiques that i do.

under the cut because this is a doozy and also book 3 spoilers

first of all the main thing in the demo chapters is that n gets mad if you try and fight the trappers bc they are so scared of losing you and like i GUESS i get it but this is literally our life now you're just gonna have to get used to it. and this wouldn't have even been an big issue for me if it was properly addressed! when i played using arabella i tried being mad, i tried staying mad, and it kept getting swept under the rug by the plot. like are we seriously not going to talk about this??? at all?????? and it seems very ooc for n NOT to say anything about it when you get a moment alone because why would they not address it, ESPECIALLY if your mc was still upset over it. AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP LIKE- these things need to be discussed in order to grow as a couple and there needs to be healthy communication or else this is not going to work. like you're telling me we were living with unit bravo for WEEKS and this shit just never got brought up again?

this also ties into my next gripe- n's backstory. so, if you snooped in the demo they won't tell you anything, which okay. mc shouldn't have done that, sure, but n doesn't even give a reason as to why they're upset by that. obviously you can be like "well i think anyone would be upset if you delved into their past without their knowledge or permission" but YOU ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS PERSON WHY IS THERE NO COMMUNICATION OF FEELINGS. i would have appreciated that scene a hell of a lot more if n sat you down and was like "i'm upset that you did this, here's why," but all they do is get sad and then that's it. when i played as arabella i had her snoop AND get upset over the argument during the trapper fight, and n said something along the lines of "i know sometimes we regret doing things" as a reference to snooping AND the argument which??? just does NOT hold up at all and had me irritated as hell.

if you didn't snoop in the demo, n takes you to their room and shows you a picture of their family and talks about them and how his brother joined the navy and didn't come back (their brother was killed by vampires) and that's why they decided to join the navy, as a way to try and figure out what actually happened. this scene started off great, but it's cut short way too quickly because n drops the photo and the frame breaks. and then they basically just shoo you out. there's really not any option to comfort them, and the option that is there is not good enough. and it's not that n had to tell us EVERYTHING in that one scene, but it's more so the fact that it NEVER gets brought up again. your mc can't take a moment to bring it up and n sure as hell doesn't say anything else about it. which is so ?????? im sorry you supposedly love this person (im saying this for both mc and n) and yet neither of you address it again??? it makes no sense at all.

onto the research/combat scene… i've done the combat scene once so i can't really speak on that as much as the research one so. most of the research scene is fine aside from the fact if you're not in a relationship (which i did for one playthrough with felicity) n brings up bobby if you dated them which felt so bizarre but anyways. the option to realize you love n… i would love this IF the option where you tell n you love them actually mattered. LMFAO if you tell n you love them they literally just stare at you and then the sex scene pops up. like are you kidding me??? n would not just leave you hanging like that even if it was just to say that they don't feel that way yet. and the sex scene itself is… fine i suppose but it doesn't feel as intimate as it should be. there's little to no dialogue and it just feels so weird to read. like why would neither of you be saying anything?? not to mention the fact that you're literally OUTSIDE of the warehouse where any of ub could see you at any point it just feels wrong to have sex at that point at least in my opinion. and the talk after feels so short and weird i feel like both the detective and n would have more to say. and that moment is quickly brushed away by the plot.

i guess the next plot line is whether u told tina or verda or nobody about the supernatural. going into book 3 this was probably what i looked forward to the most and ofc it barely delivered. i liked seeing tina and n interact but that quickly turned sour for me, not because tina started rightfully bringing up how much mc has been through, but because n really does not do anything with that pov being voiced to them, which is so fucking ooc it pains me. when they go to talk to mc after their conversation there's no discussion just "i wanted to see you" okay but WHY did you? i would have taken a li pov of what tina relayed to them literally anything! and it's just another thing that gets swept under the rug because of the stupid ass plot.

another thing about the dinner that gets lost in the plot of book 3: tina/verda bringing up your li possibly drinking your blood and mc can react a number of different ways and i wish it had been talked about more than just in that moment 😭

the only scene that i genuinely enjoyed in all of n's route was after that building caves in on mc and you're back at the warehouse traumatized and bruised and defeated. n runs you a bath and if you pick that option helps you out of your clothes and then helps you settle into bed. i wish there had been more discussion of anything in that scene but mc was so out of it i was okay with no talking. and then redacted petname <3 the other thing i was most looking forward to! one thing i did dislike about this scene though was that we didn't really get a glimpse on how n was feeling yk usually mishka offers the li's pov on a scene and not having that made that moment not feel as rounded out.

the pool scene… first of all why did n get this one. like it would have made sense for m, hell even a! and again the scene felt so shallow and then the option to have sex. you're telling me your first time with n can be on a fucking pool table???? that is so not their vibe AT ALL and it feels so weird to even have that there. it was unnecessary as well as the other opportunity to have sex and i feel like mishka just put them in there as like fan service when who (in my opinion) genuinely wants this if they romance n and have them as their main route. i had hoped the first time n and mc have the opportunity to have sex it would be a more intimate setting because that's more fitting for them and my nate mc, felicity. but nope! and then the scene gets cut short because n has to go on patrol??? and again the sex scene itself … neither of them feel personable it's like a "one size fits all" type of approach and that just does not work if this is supposed to be interactive fiction where we create a personality for our mc's that cannot fit this specific mold mishka wants to put everyone in.

being invited to what might as well just be a fucking slave trade (i have many thoughts about this auction plotline as well but for now im discussing n's route) had me so confused because why would mishka even do that and then n's comment about the stationary? i need you to be fucking for real. the scene before you leave for the mission with n just felt so weird like we get it n is protective of mc but at this point it just felt like a hinderance which sucks because one of the things i love most about n is their deep care for mc and they just sounded like a broken record and it annoyed me so bad.

after all that, the scene when you come back and n is in tears confessing their love for mc i wanted to enjoy it i really did and i just could not upon replaying because it feels so unbelievably hollow. we have not discussed anything pertaining our relationship and when there are things that need to be discussed they are so underwhelming it's hard to even care. there are a handful of things n and mc both need to work on in order for this relationship to work and the fact that they're not being addressed makes it difficult for me to enjoy anything about this route. you can't even tell n you love them back for fuck's sake like hello.

a theme that i did not think was going to be as prominent as it was in this book but n contemplating mc turning into a vampire and AGAIN there wasn't ever really a discussion about this between mc and n and i feel like this will come to a head as the books progress but i don't think it fit into book 3 considering so many other things were being thrown at us.

all in all i truly desperately wanted to enjoy book 3 and enjoy being with n but i cannot when there are so many things ignored, sidelined, or just completely forgotten in order to push the plot forward.

[tbaluver]

hi! i love how in character you write for l&ds, it's so nice whenever i see a new post from u☺️ i'd like to request how the l&ds men would react if they came too early and u reassuring them since that's the hottest thing ever; to imagine how they need u sm that they can't even hold back

thank u and have a wonderful day cutie <3

When They Finish First- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: 18+, suggestive content, MDNI, filthy filthy smut, smut with no plot a/n: hihi anonnie! it makes me so happy to hear you guys like seeing me post ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ in my opinion i think they’re all the type to prefer finishing after you when he knows you’re completely satisfied so i just added the build up story to it and i hope that’s okay ! i hope you enjoy and i hope you have a wonder day too luv (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

The plush of your ass was pressed tightly against his hardened shaft. His cock rested between your cheeks before looking for your hole again. A cuddle session that you two normally have developed into something so filthy. “so….so good….” He pants in your ear as his hands are planted on your hips to position his cock back into your core.

As you clench down on him, his pace begins to move faster, stronger, and needier. The twitch of his cock felt so good that it had your messy hole sob uncontrollably around him. Xavier who usually has remarkable endurance, still has his weaknesses—one of which is you. It wasn’t long for him to spill his orgasm inside of you. He gradually slows his pace before coming to a stop. “’m sorry…” He murmurs softly, his head resting against the nape of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. "I didn't mean to be so greedy...." He says softly, pressing his head deeper into the nape of your neck to hide the flush of embarrassment on his face.

You smile softly, reaching out to find his hand resting on your waist before giving it a gentle squeeze. "t's okay Xavier, as long as you feel good." You say, turning your head slightly to give him a reassuring gentle kiss on the cheek.

His tip sensitive and red when he pulls out, covered in a beautiful shine. You feel the weight of the bed shift as he climbs on top of you, settling himself in between your legs. “I want you to feel good too.” He says with a gaze of a mix of determination and arousal.

Zayne:

You spread your legs over him and straddled his lap. You felt his hardened cock against your belly and he looked at you in adoration before attacking your hardened nipples with his mouth. You throw your head back, moaning as you wrap your arm around him for support. The way he’d move his lips against them and soak them with his spit and the way he’d bite them gently, leaving small marks on you. The way he suctions his lips around your nipples and wraps his tongue around them like a man starved. He moans into your breasts while massaging the other one.

He grabs you by the waist and flipped you over so you were the one on your back. With no hesitation, he opens your legs wide and open to expose your soaking wet entrance. 

He grabs his cock and begins tracing it up and down your slit to gather some of your natural lubricant. You close your eyes and let your body absorb every inch of him  that was slowly moving in and out of you.

He buries himself into you, balls deep as your legs wrap around his waist. His girth expands in every part of your walls voluntarily. He moves to nestle more comfortably on top of you, resting his face in the crook of your neck before speeding up his pace. You were so hot and squishy inside, digging his hips deeper and slightly wiggling them to ravish the reactions of your body. He inserts himself deeper and deeper into you and pulls out just a little every time. He groaned into your ear as he felt you clench around him and he didn’t know if it was the excitement or how deep he was in you to feel this good. You moan and scratch his back and he completely loses himself as his thrusts become more slower and fills you up with his load. He avoids meeting your gaze, hiding in the crook of your neck as his ears flush red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” He mumbles in your ear. He relaxes once he feels your hand gently thread through his hair in reassurance. "You're okay Zayne, 'm promise. Plus you losing control like that was really hot."

Once he sits back up, you notice the faint blush on his ears and you can’t help but let out a soft laugh. He pulls out of you, his length glistening from your soaked cunt before he settles himself between your legs to go down on you.

"Please, allow me to make it right."

Rafayel:

His eyes clenched shut as hot pants escaped from his pretty mouth. His hands rest on your hips to keep you steady as you slowly sink further down on his cock. His mind fogging up with you as he feels your warm and dripping cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly. The way you're on top of him, your pretty little cunt squeezing his cock and rolling your hips that feels like heaven. The way you're just getting off from just him alone.

A broken gasp leaves his lungs, taking everything you give him as you begin to bounce yourself up and down on his lap. The perfect pretty picture he has in front of him and the sounds of your pretty pussy surrounding his cock in your juices as you ride him only fuels his pleasure.

“f-fuck-hah- s’good,” He babbles, eyes rolling back as you tremble on top of him. Your walls clenching around his cock as you grind down, the thick head of his cock rubbing your sweet spot so perfectly and making you shiver in response. You whine when you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he cums in hot spurts. A faint pink blush spreads across his face as he watches you slow your pace on him before completely halting your movements. “Raf…” You gently cup his cheeks but he refuses to meet your gaze. “Raf….did you like it that much….?”

He huffs, pouting as he wraps his arms around you. “Obviously,”

He presses closer into your touch, gradually meeting your gaze. "It's okay Raf," you say softly. "Losing yourself like that for me? It was actually really attractive." You offer a warm, reassuring smile before leaning in to gently kiss his lips.

With no warning whatsoever, he flips you over so you’re now on your back and he was on top of you. “Now let me see you lose yourself for me.” He says, pressing wet kisses lower and lower on your body.

Sylus:

He snatches your wrists into his palm and drags them above your head as he thrusts himself back into your soaking cunt. He pants hard, enjoying your soft and hot folds tightening around him. The thought of filling you up and coating your insides with his white juices, fueling his need for you more. The way he stretched your cunt was overwhelming, making you feel so full as he pressed in further deeper. You mewled as the large veins on his length rubbed against your walls so perfectly.

His hips rutted into you faster as praises spilled from his lips. “You look so good, baby” He praises again, each hard thrust leaving you breathless. "Feel so good too-hah...."

It didn’t take long and with a few more rough thrusts, he painted your walls white with his cum. You whimper as you feel the warm juices fill you up. "Sy...did you....?"

He loosens his grip on your wrists and pulls himself out of you with a groan, your body whining from the loss of his connection. “I’m sorry sweetie, I couldn’t resist.” He leans back and looks over your body, a smirk curving on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. “You just felt too good.” You playfully roll your eyes as he gently rubs your thigh. "It's okay Sy, it was attractive to see you not hold back."

A mischievous smirk appears on his face as his other hand was unable to resist rubbing teasing circles around your puffy clit. Amused from your reaction, he pumps his cock that was already hardening again.

“We’re not done here yet princess. And don't hold back on me.”

[hannieehaee]

Anything with a dom joshua please 🛐 thank you sm I love your work!!!

18+ / mdi

content: softdom!joshua, sub!reader, smut, afab reader, usage of a vibrator, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1023

a/n: thank u so much!!! so sorry this took so long</3 im not good at writing doms so this is mostly softdom!joshua<3

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"you asked for this, baby. remember?", joshua breathed down your neck as his hands continued their attack on your cunt.

"but ... joshie, i-"

"shh," he hushed you, "didn't ask you to speak, did i? i'm gonna keep playing with you until i have my fill. do you understand?", he talked down at you.

nodding, you sniffled, leaning back into his shoulder as he pressed the vibrator deeper into you, his other hand occupied by meanly pulling at your nipples.

his lips would occasionally suck at your neck, at other times whispering mean praise into your ears.

"such a good girl for me, hmm? letting me make her cum til she cries," he praised with a nibble to your lobe.

after your third orgasm denial, joshua had promised that he'd finally make you cum, but only under the condition you stayed quiet and let him do whatever he wanted. along with this, he'd promised to fuck you to sleep if you behaved well enough for his liking.

wanting nothing more than to cum, you followed his instructions. however, you were unable to hold back a few whines any time he pulled the vibrator away to deny you of yet another orgasm. the worst part of all was how much you could tell he was enjoying this. he was mean in the way he mocked you and talked down at you any time he spotted a brand new tear slide down your eye.

when you whined again, he turned up the volume of the vibrator, cooing at you when you began hiccuping short gasps at the stimulation. his hand went back up to play with your tits, laughing meanly any time he saw your eyes roll back at the pleasure.

suddenly, he decided to be a little extra mean (more than he had already been), holding the vibrator right on your clit whilst his fingers entered you with no warning, shooting them in and out of you with aggressive precision.

unable to hold back at the impact, you screamed out his name, hips attempting to move in sync with his own movements but being stopped by the hold of his hand on your hips.

"stay still," he commanded, "you'll cum, okay, baby? you're going to stay still and cum for me," he whispered in your ear.

true to his word, he continued his actions, attacking you with intense stimulation that had you crying out his name and cumming on his fingers and staining the vibrator he'd been holding against your cunt.

as mean as he was, he kept the vibrator pressed against you throughout your orgasm, refusing to pull away even as you silently attempted to move away from the stimulation. your pleas for him to stop were met with denials as he tsk'd at you patronizingly.

"s-shua, i cant-"

"i need to get you ready for me, baby. i still need to fuck you, did you forget?", he said with a sickeningly sweet tone.

upon removing his fingers and vibrator away, he repositioned you without warning, opening your legs and grabbing his cock to run up and down your sensitive folds. with a groan, he circled his tip on your clit, drawing cries out of you. cries that only drew him even more drunk in you.

requiring no warning, he entered you, burying his face in the crook of your neck at the pleasure.

"baby ... so fucking wet, shit. made you cum already but you're still this tight? this wet? what a slutty pussy ..." he trailed off, fucking into you mindlessly.

you babbled in response, so sensitive yet so needy for more. no words could leave your mouth at how intensely he was fucking into you with so little warning. you'd had no time to recover, making the experience painfully pleasurable.

nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would likely stay there for days. but you knew joshua liked it. you knew he enjoyed any evidence left behind from any time he'd fuck you into the bed. his groans into your neck were also proof of how much he loved breaking you and turning you into a mumbling mess under him.

"gonna mold this pussy just for me ... so fucking perfect ..." he continued to grunt into your ear, slapping his hips into your ass, "keep doing that, fuck ... mark me."

"joshie, fuck, joshue!", you screamed out at a particularly harsh thrust, tears beginning to form at your eyes.

he must've felt the wetness trail down to his own skin, ungluing himself from your neck and staring down at you in feigned worry.

"oh, baby ... crying? my cock's making you cry?," he coo'd, "think my crybaby can cum with me? hmm? gonna make a mess again?", he taunted, practically growling his last words before lifting up your legs and hammering into you aggressively.

screaming out his name, you came without warning, not even aware of how close you'd been. it had all happened so quickly and so intensely, leaving you a whining mess as you creamed all over his cock.

your orgasm did not prevent joshua from halting his movements, continuing to seek his pleasure from you at an inhuman pace.

"gonna fill you up, baby, shit ... and you're gonna take it all for me, okay? my pretty crybaby," he grunted in between heavy breaths. his end was clearly near.

despite your sensitivity, you wanted nothing more than for him to stuff you full. you felt a sense of pride invade you at knowing your cunt could turn him into a mindless mess that needed to be buried as deep in you as physically possible.

"c-cumming! shit, fuck .... so fucking t-tight," he stammered, stilling as he allowed himself to empty himself out into you, face contorting in pleasure.

he took a few moments buried deep inside you as he regained his breath, nuzzling into your skin while attempting to calm himself down. your fingers ran up and down the scars forming on his back, making him hiss and nibble at you in retaliation.

"was that too much?", he finally spoke, still out of breath.

"perfect," was all you managed to voice, still spent.

[hanniesbrat]

wake up, sunshine | c.sc

somno + breeding kink with seungcheol

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: smut, est. relationship

wc: ~1.2k (again… not proofread)

synopsis: morning sex w seungcheol and yall lowkey want babies but you also don’t (rn).

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a/n: 11am on the due date… HELP you guys please i know this is MID as FUCK!! i have zero motivation right now for this, but i wanted to put something out. i’ll come back one day w a better cheol fic to make up for this tiny thing ): also there’s a lot of “fuck”s in this idk… what happened. oh and one last thing…

SM SUPPORTS BULLYING!

it was just past 7am. the crisp fall breeze whispered through the bedroom window, nipping seungcheol on his shoulder. his eyes fluttered open as he rolled over onto his back. he stared at the ceiling for a couple seconds before looking to his right side where you were still lying fast asleep. a soft smile crept onto his face as he watched your peaceful form rise and fall with each breath. he reached his arm out to tuck your hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. he shifted onto his side to admire you more comfortably, never growing bored of this hobby. uninterrupted, getting to stare at the beauty in front of him that he was lucky enough to call “mine”.

unless you had an early shift, seungcheol was always awake before you. always exhausted from work, you loved to milk your sleep for all it was worth, whereas your boyfriend would prefer to start his days early. you’d normally wake up an hour after him to the smell of bacon permeating the air in your room.

however, this morning was different.

“fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, nowhere near loud enough to wake you. something about the way your nose had a slight pink tint from the open window, the way your hair was draped beautifully behind you, and the way he could catch a glimpse of your chest down the top of the comforter had his cock trying to break free from his boxers. you looked… devine. in your sleep, you rolled onto your back, and seungcheol took it as an opportunity to get some early breakfast.

he couldn’t help himself. he ducked under the covers, moving himself in between your legs. even in pitch blackness, he knew your body like the back of his hand. he effortlessly moved his arms under your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, holding them tightly. he gave your inner thighs a couple soft kisses before kitten licking your clit. gentle enough to not startle you, but the feeling so blissful nonetheless, you start shifting your hips slightly under his hold. seungcheol smiled against your core before using an arm to lift the comforter up to see your angelic face already looking down at him. “wake up, sunshine,” he cooed before taking your clit into his mouth, still maintaining eye contact. you gasped at the sudden warmth, in contrast to your now cold, exposed skin. “ch-cheol, what’re you doing?” you giggled out. you don’t even remember falling asleep fully naked but, whatever. you’re currently glad you did.

“having an appetizer before breakfast,” he stated very matter of fact. “i woke up extra hungry, i guess,” he shrugged with a tender smile on his face.

you giggled again before running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the strands to hint that you wanted his face up here with yours, and (even tho his tongue was magic) something else between your legs. your boyfriend couldn’t help his sweet nature, though. as he crawled on top of you, eyes locked on yours, he whispered, “you have the prettiest eyes baby,” before attacking your lips with his. when he pulled away you smiled, “imagine if we made little me’s… ya know… my eyes and stuff…” he chuckled at your flushed cheeks and flustered demeanor. were you trying sweet talk him? dirty talk him? your half-asleep brain had no idea, but he knew exactly what you were getting at.

he hummed before kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck... he lingered there, leaving tender, wet kisses on your skin. the softness of it all slowly sending you back off into your dreams. “cheol…” you whispered, almost completely asleep. seungcheol pulled away from your neck, once again hovering over you. he smiled at your sleepy face. knowing that he was soothing your body so well that he’d sent you back to sleep was making his cock swell up with even more need. he loved taking care of you in every way. he lived for it. he craved your happiness. when you were satisfied, so was he.

he reached his hand down to grab his cock from his boxers, inhaling sharply at the contact. he rubbed his tip lightly up and down your entrance, smearing a mix of your slick and his spit all over your cunt. he pushed himself inside of you with a low, quiet groan in hopes to not disturb you too much. you squirmed a bit, definitely not asleep, but still too tired and relaxed to open your eyes. “mmmph cheol…”

seungcheol sluggishly started thrusting in and out of you, his hand moving up to cup your face. “are you awake yet, sunshine?” he breathed. “uh uh,” you whimpered, smiling softly with your eyes still closed. “gotta fuck you awake then hm?” he smirked before picking up his pace. you moaned out at his increased determination to get you both off out of nowhere. in no time, seungcheol’s hips were snapping into yours and he was demanding you to look him in the eyes as he wrecked you from the inside out. his voice started to raise in pitch. “do you feel me in there, love? f-feel me all in your stomach hm? god~ -m gonna fill you up with my cum yeah?” he panted, resting his forehead on yours. “y-yes p-please cheol, please… breed me” you pleaded, fully awake at this point. seungcheol’s hips stuttered. he had to stop himself. “fuuuck,” he growled at your words. he started thrusting in and out of you again, far more brutal than before. “such a good girl. so g-good begging for me to breed you huh? p-pump you full of my cum? fuck~” he panted out, chasing his high. you were right behind him, the knot in your tummy ready to snap at any moment. “ch-cheol i’m gonna cum,” you cried out, screwing your eyes shut, arching your back. you crying his name, pressing your tits up against him… he was done for. “fuck~” he moaned out pushing his cock all the way inside you, filling you up completely.

morning showers weren’t your thing, but you had no choice this morning. you and cheol were both a mess.

“so,” cheol started from inside the kitchen, grabbing you a plate of food. your eyes admiringly watching him cross over to the dining table where you were. “you want babies hm?” he asked in a teasing tone. you chuckled grabbing the plate from him, then he sat with his. “i mean yeah one day… not now, though,” you poked at a piece of scrambled egg with your fork before bringing it to your mouth. “that’s too bad..” cheol jokingly sighed. “too bad?” you raised an eyebrow. “yeah… i don’t know i got like… a warm fuzzy feeling over the thought of little yous running around.” you beamed at his words. “that’s called a paternal instinct,” you giggled, then you continued, “and i’m glad you have one.” you reached over the table patting him on his head.

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[mydemimonde]

'Baby Said' — Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

divider is from @plutism

a/n: this idea came up after listening to 'baby said' by maneskin on loop, love them sm and that song too

Summary: After a few stolen glances and a drink, you walk up to the bar counter where the blonde man that caught your attention is sitting, looking for some fun.

Words: 4061

Warnings: +18 (minors dni), female reader, no use y/n nor specific physical description, desperate reader, swearing, dirty talk, a bit of choking, hand kink, praising, spitting, tiddy sucking, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly dominant aemond, overstim, riding, holy shit so many warnings let me know if i missed one! no proof reading

Strong hands grip your waist as soon as you step foot into the place, soft lips tracing your neck as you grind your ass against his crotch, earning a deep groan from him. He closes the door with his foot and turns your body around to face him, and before he could say anything, you press your lips against his, your hands running over his clothed chest.

He starts walking, pushing you to the nearest wall as your bodies press together. His lips part slightly, letting you slip your tongue inside, and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands go all the way up until you get to his broad shoulders, wrapping your arms around him as his hands cupped your ass, making you moan into his mouth.

He pulls away just to attack your neck again, taking his time to kiss, lick and nibble your skin. He pays attention to one particular spot, the one that made you squirm and shiver, something he learned a few moments before. You curse under your breath, and you feel him smirk.

“Eager, are we?” He taunts you, his hand squeezing one of your ass cheeks as you grind against him again, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

“Aemond, please… no more teasing” you sigh, as if you were annoyed. His blue eyes examining your face, relishing your desperate state —heavy breathing, lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed and enticing eyes.

He brings his hand to your cheek to stroke it as the other one caresses your waist, his head tilted to the side as he smirks. “We have the whole night, baby. No need to hurry” he runs his thumb over your lower lip, your tongue darting out just a little. His eyes widen in surprise when your lips close over his finger, closing your eyes as you suck. When you look at him he’s licking his lips, leaning in again to kiss you passionately, slowly, as if your lips were fragile. The same way he kissed you earlier, in the middle of the dance floor.

It was the second mojito you had with your friends, celebrating that you finally graduated from college. Arianne, your friend from work and college, had suggested that you celebrate by going to the famous nightclub Sunfyre, which was located in one of the most expensive districts in King’s Landing.

So there you were, sitting with your friends around a small round table, the neon lights flickering with the rhythm of the music blasting from the speakers. It was Arianne’s turn to buy the drinks, but this time she went for vodka shots.

You cheered with your friends and at the count of three, you all knocked back the liquid, your eyes closing shut at the burning feeling in your throat. All of you clapped and hollered in celebration, unintentionally attracting the attention of some locals around you, but you actually didn’t care. All you wanted was to have a good time with your friends.

As you listened to one of your other friends Lena talking about some anecdote during her summer holidays, you couldn’t shake off the spine-chilling feeling that you were being watched. You pressed your lips together as your eyes scanned the crowded bar, until you found a pair of blue piercing eyes. A playful smirk adorned the man’s face as he looked at you, he was sitting on a stool leaning against the counter, his back turned to the bartender, legs spread. You’ve never thought that manspreading would look so sexy. You gave him a coy smile before turning your attention back to Lena’s story.

The music played loud in the background, people danced and grinded against each other on the dancefloor, your friends were telling funny anecdotes while you were on the fourth drink of the night and you could still feel the man’s piercing gaze on you. Surprisingly for you it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. It was great for your ego that a man like him was looking at you like that, as if he wanted to devour you. Both of you sneaked glances at each other, but neither of you made a move.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you whip your head around, as if you were caught doing something wrong. “What the hell are you looking at, hun?” Asked Arianne, almost screaming in your ear above the music. You pressed your lips as she squinted her eyes and looked around, trying to find what —or who— was stealing your attention from them. She gave you a sly grin, lightly slapping your arm repeatedly. “Hot stuff looking at you like you’re a full course meal. C’mon, go over there and talk to the guy! He looks expensive, he could be your sugar daddy” you giggled as she wiggled her eyebrows, taking a sip from her margarita.

What Arianne said was true, he looked rather expensive. His platinum hair combed to one side, clad in effortless style —a black t-shirt with the first two buttons casually undone, the sleeves rolled up revealing his forearms, a pair of dark jeans and polished shoes. You wanted nothing more but to feel his hands on you. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, maybe not. A long time passed since you’ve been properly fucked —your ex broke up with you two years ago, and after that you only had boring dates and bad hookups, leaving you with no other choice but to use your fingers and toys to get yourself off. You needed to get fucked, and this man looked like a good hookup.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, a waitress came up to you and left a drink on the table. You and your friends looked at one another in confusion. “Uhm, sorry, but we didn’t order this…” you pointed at the drink that was placed right in front of you.

“I know. An admirer sent it to you” the blonde woman winked at you and left, Arianne chuckling and the rest of the girls oohing at you. You shake your head and feel your cheeks burning, knowing exactly who sent it. Him.

“It’s a sex on the beach!” exclaimed Arianne. “He’s begging you, honey, and you haven’t had a good shag in a while” she raised an eyebrow at you. You jokingly rolled your eyes and grabbed the glass, turning your attention to the man at the counter, who was unsurprisingly looking at you. You raised the glass and he did the same, cheering with you in the air and at the distance, as he gave you a slight nod. Both of you took a sip of your respective beverages, keeping eye contact.

You placed the glass back on the table, stirring your drink with the straw as you thought about what to do next, the alcohol making you feel more courageous to do something and Arianne’s words ringing in your head. “Hey, mind if I leave you for a bit? ‘M gonna talk to that guy” you got off the stool and point at the counter with a movement of your head, your friends making high-pitched sounds of victory at your decision.

“Go get that dick!” Whispered-shouted Lena, Arianne hitting the table repeatedly. You blew them a kiss and grabbed your sex on the beach, strutting down to the guy. As soon as he saw you his smirk got wider and he sat straighter, looking at you like you were his prey.

“Hi there” you said as you sat in the stool next to him, the short dress you were wearing hiking up your thigh just a little bit.

“Hey. Enjoying the night?” His voice was deep and smooth, making you feel all sorts of things in your stomach. He moved so that he was facing you, his forearm resting on the counter.

You nodded. “Yeah. Graduation and all, quite the occasion to celebrate.”

He lifted an eyebrow, eyes examining your figure. “Oh? Congratulations, then. Cheers.” He replied and again, raised his cup to toast with you. You smiled at him and your glasses clinked. You drank and then, he brought a hand to his chest, as if he was apologising. “Sorry if I seemed too forward by inviting you for a drink. Didn’t dare to interrupt your conversation with your friends when you were so into it... didn't seem fair to steal you from them.”

Now it was your turn to smile. You turned your body towards him too, resting one arm on the counter and crossing your legs. “It’s okay. I was actually going to talk to you, eventually. My friends were insisting.”

He chuckled in response. “Well, thank your friends for me. I’m Aemond Targaryen.” Targaryen… the surname did ring a bell. You introduced yourself as well, and both began talking, enjoying each other’s company. He was leaning over you more and more with each passing minute, and when his fingers grazed over your arm you felt electric shocks all over your body, his gaze on you was so intense you could barely form any coherent thought. He was so close that you could smell his cologne, something spicy and leathery, utterly intoxicating.

“Would you like to dance?” He suggested, narrowing his eyes.

“Of course” he stood up and offered you his hand, which you gladly took. You noticed how tall he was, towering over you and making you feel small. You led him to the middle of the dance floor, and on the way there, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your friends watching you two, proud smiles on their faces.

When you got there your body started moving to the rhythm of the music, feeling Aemond’s hands on your waist as you danced. Your bodies were pressed together amidst the sea of people, feeling his breath on your neck as he moved with you. Feeling bold you started grinding against his body, bringing one hand up to place it on the nape of his neck, his hands lightly squeezing the flesh of your waist. The place was getting more and more crowded; the lights flickering and the fake smoke coming from the fog machines were making it harder to see clearly.

His eyes lowered to your lips when you turned to face him, he started leaning in slowly until his nose nudged against yours. You closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips moving against yours, tenderly yet passionately. His hands cupped your face as his tongue explored your mouth, cocking his head to the side. No one’s ever kissed you like that, he was such a good kisser.

Your hands found their way around his slim waist, the kiss was getting more and more intense that you had to pull back for a moment to catch your breaths. If it weren’t for that, you would still be kissing him nonstop. Aemond took the opportunity to leave soft pecks along your jaw, going down the side of your neck until he sucked on a particular spot that made you throw your head back and whine. It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by people —they were engrossed in dancing and drinking, it’s not like they were looking at you—. You just wanted him.

As if he could read your mind, he looked at you. “Shall we get out of here?”

And that’s how you ended up in the apartment of this stranger, kissing and fumbling with each other’s clothes, feeling his erection on your thigh as he hiked up your dress to feel your skin. Aemond pulls back just to kiss your neck again, it’s like he’s addicted to that part of your body. He grabs your legs and picks you up so easily, you wrap your legs around his waist as he starts moving to find a more comfortable place.

You finally get to unbutton his shirt, running your hands all over the visible skin. He isn’t ripped like the guys at the gym, but you can tell that he certainly works out. He almost trips on the way to his bed, chuckling at the way your hands shake when you start unbuckling his jeans. “Fuck, you’re really desperate, huh?” He deposits you on the comfortable bed, looking at him as he takes off his shirt, your breathing heavy when he unbuckles his jeans, getting rid of them quickly, his cock straining against his white boxers.

Aemond grabs you by the ankles and drags you towards him, making you yelp. He lifts one of your legs to undo the straps of your stilettos, and as he does the same with the other you prop up on your arms to take a moment to appreciate him. His tousled hair, his knitted brows in concentration, his slightly parted lips, his long, aquiline nose and the small and almost invisible freckles adorning his shoulders.

When he’s done he hovers over you, arms on either side of your body as he leans in for another kiss. He’s positioned in between your legs and brings one hand to your chest, cupping your right breast over the dress. You whine in his mouth and he smirks. “I love those little sound you make for me… makes me wonder how you would sound when I-”

“Aemond, shut up and fuck me already” you interrump him in an irritated and desperate tone, catching him by surprise. He stares at you, mouth agape before grinning.

“Relax baby, I’m gonna do just that, but… you’re too dressed for my liking” his fingers start pulling the straps of your dress down. He lets out a gasp when he sees you naked, except for your lacy black panties. He stares at your tits and bites his lip, fingers pinching your nipples. “You’ve got beautiful tits, baby.” He immediately takes one of them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the pebbled nipple, making you throw your head back and whine, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You grind your hips against his, trying to get some friction on your aching cunt. You’re sure you’re dripping by now, he’s got you like that since the moment he laid eyes on you. Aemond moves his hand down your body while he continues sucking on your nipple. When he finally gets to the place you needed him most, both of you release a moan.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” Aemond says in a low and raspy voice when his fingertips meet the wet spot in your underwear. He kisses every inch of your skin before getting in between your legs and slides down your panties, pleased with the view of your glistening entrance. He traces two of his fingers along your slit, feeling your arousal coating them. “You’re fucking dripping on my fingers, baby. Hmm, the things I could do to this sweet pussy.”

You moan at his filthy words, breath heavy as you watch him kiss and nibble your inner thighs before giving your pussy a tentative lick, eyes set on you, revelling in the way you writhe and whine. Your hands tug at his hair instinctively as he gently sucks on your clit, then he licks the length of your cunt, his grunts sending vibrations all over you.

“Oh, f-fuck, yes” you squeal, eyes closed shut as he buries his face between your thighs, lapping at you eagerly, his nose rubbing expertly against your bud. He pushes you down with his arm when you start bucking your hips, preventing you from moving as he keeps feasting on your cunt. “Don’t— s-stop!” You gasp, back arching as pleasure invades your senses, the band in your stomach growing tighter.

“Y’ gonna cum, pretty girl?” Aemond murmurs around your clit, a small huff leaving his lips when your thighs wrap around his head, pulling him even closer. “C’mon baby, lemme hear you. Cum all over my mouth” He coaxes before sucking your clit again, swirling his tongue around the bud as you fall apart on his tongue, whines and high-pitched moans spilling past your lips. “Atta girl” he praises you as you try to recover from the mindblowing orgasm he gave you. He doesn’t stop sucking at your folds, the erotic slurping noises of his mouth making you blush, licking every single drop of your arousal. Aemond wipes his chin, coated in your juices, and hovers over you again, covering your face with kisses. “You taste divine, pretty girl. You did so good for me.”

He brings his arm above your head, fingers playing with your hair while his other hand gently squeezes your cheeks. “Open” you do as told and he spits in your mouth, you gladly swallow before he kisses you. You moan into his mouth when you feel his index and middle fingers tease your wet entrance. He pulls back to watch your reactions as he slides them in, gingerly moving them, curling them and reaching the rough patch inside you, making you gasp. He smirks. “That’s the spot, hmm?” Aemond finger fucks you, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw. You breathe heavily, feeling another orgasm already building. “Fuck, can feel you squeezing my fingers, love. Let go, pretty girl.” His jaw drops open as he watches you come, groaning when he feels your cunt clenching around his fingers. Your lips form a perfect O shape, eyes closed shut and legs trembling. “You look so pretty when you cum, baby.”

When you open your eyes you find Aemond staring at you, a soft smile adorning his face. “There she is,” she caresses your cheek and you chuckle, bringing one of your hands to his boxers. He gulps when you start palming him, feeling how hard he is. He gets rid of his boxers and his cock springs out, the tip already leaking precum. You’ve never seen such a nice cock in your life, all you want to do is put your mouth on it. He reads your mind, once again. “You can suck me another day, all I want now is to bury my cock inside you. Is that okay, pretty girl?” You nod eagerly and sit on the bed, pushing him onto the mattress as you straddle him, taking him by surprise. “Well, well, well.” He chuckles darkly, feeling your hands travel all over his chest and abdomen. He reaches out for a condom in the drawer next to his bed, but you stop him.

“I’m okay without. I’m clean and on the pill, I really want to feel you” you bite your lip, hoping he says yes. Aemond smirks, telling you he’s clean as well, and you lean in for a tender, passionate kiss. You move one hand to grab him, slowly guiding him into your entrance. Both of you let out breathy moans when the tip slides in your wet cunt, stretching you.

“Holy s-shit” Aemond’s head is thrown back, jaw clenched and hands on either side of your hips, his fingers digging in. When you sink down onto him completely, you stay there for a moment, trying to adjust to his size. Your nails rake down his chest and he whines, eyes sweeping over your figure. His hands also travel through your body, up your thighs until he reaches your breasts, gently squeezing them. His hands are big, you noticed.

You start moving up and down his length, moaning and whimpering and head thrown back. “You feel so good, Aemond. Fuck” you murmur, bouncing on his cock. You feel him curse under you, his hips meeting yours in every thrust, filling you to the brim. You let out a particularly high-pitched moan when he brings one hand to your throat.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Aemond rasps, licking his lips before applying more pressure, slightly choking you as you continue moving, increasing your pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the feeling of his hands wrapped around your throat, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm. “God, you’re squeezing so deliciously, sweet girl. Y’ gonna cum all over my cock, hmm?”

“Oh my God, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You say through strangled moans, cunt clenching around him as you come, collapsing on his chest. He immediately wraps his arms around you as he keeps thrusting up into you, not letting you rest. He flips both of you over, fucking you slowly. You sob when his thumb circles over your sensitive bud, trying to squirm away. “T-too much, please.”

Aemond cocks his head and frowns. “Can’t take another one, huh? I thought you wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl.” He taunts, voice trembling as he ruts into you. You grasp onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and tears welling up in your eyes from the amount of pleasure and overstimulation you were receiving. “You can give me another one, baby, c’mon. I know you can” he coos, kissing and nibbling your neck.

He watches with a wicked grin as your mouth hangs open, whines and moans escaping and eyes fluttering when the head of his cock repeatedly hits your sweet spot. “Fucking come, baby, soak my cock.” Aemond commands. The squelching sounds of your cunt while he fucks you together with his praises and moans are enough to make the knot in your stomach finally snap. You moan his name loudly, your legs shaking around his waist.

In the back of your head, you hear Aemond grunting and growling, the sounds he makes are distant over the blood rushing through your ears; but you notice his thrusts becoming sloppier and his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, fuck, baby, I’m gonna- fucking gonna cum.” That’s what brings you back to your senses, you open your heavy lidded eyes and watch him come. With a few more thrusts he spills himself inside you, coating your walls in warm spend. You’ve never seen nor heard someone come so beautifully, the sight was enough to make you let out a small moan.

His lips were parted, brows knitted together and body shaking above you. Aemond rests his head in the crook of your neck as you try to come down from your highs, embracing each other. You stay like that for a moment before he moves his head to look at you, small drops of sweat trickling down his forehead. You smile at him and close the distance by placing your lips on his, kissing him sensually.

After the make out session, Aemond pulls out of you slowly, hissing at the loss of contact. You bite your lip when you feel his cum leaking out of your pussy, he gathers it and presses it back slowly before giving a kiss to your centre.

He goes to the bathroom and brings wet cloths to clean you up, being careful not to hurt you. When both of you are done, he hands you your panties. You look too tired to stand up, but you know you have to go. After all, it was just a one night stand, and you have to work tomorrow.

“You can stay the night, if you want” Aemond suggests after putting on his boxers. He can really read your mind, it’s kinda creepy, you think. “I mean, it’s too late to go back to your apartment, plus there’s a storm coming.” He presses his lips, as if telling you that you had no choice but to stay.

After weighing your options, you decide to stay. He grins and hands you one of his t-shirts, so that you don’t have to sleep in your dress —or naked. You put it on, smelling the clean fabric and lie down on the comfy mattress, covering yourself with the soft sheets. Aemond lies next to you, and after wishing each other good night, you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, Aemond wakes up to the sound of his annoying alarm. He runs his hands over his face, and looks around the room when he doesn’t find you. A small yellow post it note on top of his drawer catches his attention. He reads it and smiles. You left your phone number and your name below.

“Thanks for an amazing night. Text me if you want to grab some coffee or if you want to do it again ;)”

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[azlrse]

➳ branded (a yandere d-16/megatron x cybertronian!gn!reader oneshot)

a/n: had a few hours of spare time and i gotta post this before i disappear again

cw: yandere themes, non-consensual branding, tf!one spoilers, fluff to angst, reader has pain receptors and it's kinda weak eeeee, i miss d-16 sm :crii

your friends knew you had this huge crush on a certain bot who had the same occupation as you. the way he talks about his idol, the way he looks after the others and you loved how much he checks up on you, reminding yourself to take good care of your spark since both of your occupation as miners is dangerous. the same way how much danger cybertronians were without energon.

you will never forget how shocked he acted when you first confessed your feelings for d-16 after learning you had this huge crush on him for quite sometime. You became quite happy and excited when he confessed that he felt the same way, adoring how you patched him up after he was injured in the mines and the way you became angry (in an affectionate way) for becoming wreck less (same goes for orion).

in d-16's eyes, you are an embodiment of his type of conjunx endura. aside from talking about megatronous prime, he constantly talks about his crush on this particular bot and had quite a temper. orion just laughed wholeheartedly and told his friend that he is not just having a crush but is in love with you. it was excruciating to say the least that two of his friends are quite oblivious to their antics and affectionate gesture.

it's not surprising from orion's reaction when you told him about d-16 being your boyfriend. he is proud that the both of you became each other's conjunx endura and prayed to primus that your relationship with him will provide the both of you with fulfillment, happiness and so much love.

you wished that so-called happiness lasted for an eternity, but it wasn't long when you and the entire miners knew about d-16's retribution against all types of authority, implying that he will lead all of your kind into a future he in visioned for himself. that wasn't until he was reprimanded by orion, now optimus, and banished him from iocon city. he was bewildered and looks at you for affirmation that he didn't do anything wrong. sad eyes gazed upon him as you looked away in sadness for what he had done.

megatron looks at you in disbelief, even felt betrayed that not only his best friend became a prime and betrayed him, but also you, his conjunx endura, turned you back against him.

'i will come back for you, (m/c)..' he muttered to himself as he and the other high guards falls back and went to the surface, didn't even turned his back to say good bye to you and you only remembered the way his bright red eyes looked at you and orion/optimus sharply and in anger.

as his figure became smaller and smaller, you felt your tears falling from your cheeks, holding back a sob as you stared at your junxie's figure became smaller until you saw nothing but the bright lights above. turning your back against orion, sobs began to escape from your throat as you felt elita's hand comforting you, reassuring you that d-16's gonna be okay and let him pursue his own path.

so you waited...

and waited...

and waited....

on the same spot he left you on the day he turned his back against optimus himself. many of your friends even checked on your well-being, became even more worried as you waited for days, weeks, even months for him to come back. you wished that he would return to you, abandoning his ideology that freedom and tyranny are just the same concept.

cycles went by and hope has diminished for your junxie to come back. you slowly moved on from him and even meeting other cybertronians, becoming friends with them and slowly discovering your new vehicle mode (in which you slowly became accustomed).

that wasn't until an attack broke out, screams echoed on each and every street as the seekers laughed maniacally when they destroyed everything they see; the streets, buildings, even putting the lives its citizens in danger. just like the others, you ran for your life, running towards the archives and screamed for optimus' help when a small boulder came crashing on your direction and felt a sharp pain on your head before everything goes dark.

but, wasn't that bee's voice you've just heard?? why is he screaming for your name?? and who's carrying you away??

you hoped that it's just ratchet carrying you to safety and aiding your wounds.

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fear was just a concept, a state of one's vulnerability when encountering their worst nightmare in front of your eyes. yours, however, is seeing him for the first time and felt true fear when his red eyes gazed upon your shaking form as soundwave and shockwave held both of your arms. you were trying to escape after you woke up from your slumber as you felt a throbbing pain on the side of your head and being chased around, only for you to be caught by them.

"t-there's been a mistake! i need to go home!" eyes of the decepticons stared at you like some kind of weakling. you begin to thrash around, trying to loosen the grip of the two cons who held you tightly. no luck, for they are far too strong for you. the tyrant didn't say anything but brought in something that made your eyes widen in fear.

"no..."

it's a branding iron with some kind of weird insignia, a symbol that soon everyone would fear. the way the smoke danced around the thick air makes your skin crawl as the iron moves closer and closer to you.

"NO!! I WON'T HAVE IT!! NOO!!" you screamed as you panic around, thrashing even harder in hopes that it would loosen the grip and giving you the time to escape this so-called nightmare. you will never forget how hard he pressed that iron against your chest, the way it sizzled and smoked when it comes in contact with your chest as the pain becomes even more unpleasant and unbearable to deal with. he didn't say much but watched in glee, seeing that insignia on your chest felt like you came back to him as your eyes began to slowly close due to how tired you felt, how you felt empty and numb from all of the ordeals you just went through.

your tears won't replace the bot you once loved. no matter much how much you screamed, you begged for him to let you go back to iacon city, how much you valued your freedom since you've gotten your t-cog back, he just won't let you go. even if he presses the hot branding iron into your chest as soundwave and shockwave held your arms as you thrash around, kicked your legs and screamed on how much the heat painfully branded your chest.

it's painful, just as how your throat burns from all the screaming and pleading for your own freedom being stripped down. as the new tyrant carried you away like some type of princess and away from the eyes of his new followers, sleeping away from the painful and traumatizing ordeal you just went through. he looked at you, soft eyes now replacing the hard and sadistic look he just exhibited moments ago as he cradled your body close to him. a small, chaste kiss he placed at the top of your head as he murmured after the kiss;

"i finally had you back, my conjunx."

and he plans on never letting you go again.

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[vaguesxrrow]

hii! i was wondering if i could request a Dean Winchester x reader with an established relationship, and i had this prompt in my head [could possibly be used as future inspo's for you fics too if you'd like :>]

basically, the relationship between them is pretty new, like only a month or two new, and reader has claustrophobia, but never told him or Sam.

and for a case, they have to go into an elevator, which is fine, and reader seems to do a good job at pretending it doesnt freak them out that they're in a convined space (elevator is pretty tiny, even for elevator standarts)

but then it suddenly stays still, and gets stuck bc of electrical issues.

so now they're stuck in an elevator for who knows how long, and reader tries their best to stay calm, but Dean knows better and now that the elevator is staying still he notices the microexpressions, the panic, the fear.

and its just super fluffy with him helping reader deal with it untill the elevator is back on track

thanks! and have a great day!

i lovee all your requests sm, especially bc they challenge me to write new things <33 i rlly like how this turned out so i hope u do to !

dean winchester / claustrophobic!reader

a/n: i have no personal experience with claustrophobia but i researched it as much as i could. however sorry if it still sounds unrealistic !

cws: panic attacks, claustrophobia

wc: 785

tags: gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, humour

"can we even fit in there?" dean asked dubiously, clearly unimpressed at the elevator that stood before you. "i mean, this has gotta be a health hazard, man, cause what is this?" he banged the doors as he stepped inside.

"it's fine, dean, stop being dramatic." you rolled your eyes, trying to fight the wave of panic (or was that vomit?) rising up inside you.

not letting yourself think about it any further, you stepped in after dean. at first, you thought it was just your claustrophobia whispering how this elevator looked like a death trap. but then your (wonderful, by the way) boyfriend dean had pointed it out himself, and wasn't that just awesome?

you weren't irritated at him, but at the situation itself. you and dean had only been dating for a month, and definitely hadn't reached the 'divulge your deepest fears and secrets to each other' stage.

you could tell dean about your claustrophobia now, but what else was there to do? the stairs in this building had been destroyed by the vampires you knew nested on the top floor.

in conclusion, the elevator was the only way.

determined, you punched the button to the 17th floor. this was fine.

dean prattled on about the job. something about 4 vampires, killing 3 residents until the others had to evacuate...

suddenly, the elevator groaned to a stop, on the 10th floor. you hit the buttons again. god, it had been going so well.

"what happened?" you asked. the lights began to flicker. "is there a ghost here, too?"

both of you scanned the area as best as you could, having to shuffle around awkwardly to look at the whole area.

"nah," dean finally said. "probably just electrical issues."

you sighed. "it's gonna be humiliating calling sam to rescue us."

"tell me about it." dean rolled his eyes, even as he dialed his brother's number. "yeah, sammy, [name] and i got into a bit of a situation... no, dumbass, we're not dying-"

you forced a laugh at the boy's banter, even as the walls seemed to be closing in on you. breathe in and out, you chanted internally.

"-if you could just come get us..." dean glanced at you, pausing in surprise for a second. "hey, sammy, i gotta go, just get here as quick as you can, would ya?" he hung up, tucking his phone back into his pocket. you were too focused on keeping your emotions in check to notice dean had become alerted to your subtle panic, and was now giving you his full attention.

"you okay, [name]?" he asked.

you forced a teasing grin. "fine, just wishing i had some fresh air to get away from your stink."

"that's a smooth evasion if i've ever heard one, but it ain't gonna work on me, hot stuff." he wiped away a miniscule bead of sweat from your forehead. "literally."

you closed your eyes. he had clocked you - no point in keeping up the act now, even if it was embarrassing.

"can i touch you?"

you nodded. he put an arm around your shoulder, his other hand lightly grasping yours. he guided it to his chest where his heart was. "you feel my heartbeat?"

you murmured an affirmation.

"alright, it quickened a bit there, but that's the effect you have on me." he winked. "how fast is it? does it match the.. what was it, bpm, of any song?"

you shook your head at him in confusion. "what?"

"answer the question, [name]." he rolled his eyes, flushing slightly.

you furrowed your brow as you thought. "wanted dead or alive, bon jovi?"

he smirked. "awh, that's awesome. now you get to bear witness to my rendition of it."

that alone was so unexpected it startled a laugh out of you. "excuse me?"

he began swaying, jostling you in the process. "you heard me. i'm a cowboy, on a steel horse i riiide." he spun around, although it was more of an awkward twirl. "i'm wantedddd..." he held out both hands to you, tugging you close when you took them. "dead or aliiiveeee!"

you snorted loudly at his attempt to hold the last note, and yelped in surprise when the elevator lurched back into movement. dean's hug tightened, steadying you.

"i must be one hell of a singer if that was all it took to get the elevator sorted," he remarked, looking hilariously proud of himself.

"that's one way to put it." your previous panic and embarrassment had dissipated, leaving only gratitude for your boyfriend. "thanks."

he kissed you briefly. "no problem. but can you imagine the look on sammy's face when he gets here and we don't need help anymore? ha, imagine that!"

[evieskiesss]

Can you do Tom x reader lemon? Pls xx💗

A LITTLE TROUBLE WON’T HURT- TOM KAULITZ

LEMON

LEMON MEANING: explicit sexual content but no DIRECT sexual acts.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

a/n: YESS I LOVE THISSS. guys i have soo many requests, pls give me some time to do all of them. i would appreciate it sm if you’d like or share <3. i love u guys sm.

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You moaned softly, lips parting as your head lolled back. Eyes fluttering shut before quickly closing your mouth, stopping yourself from moaning too loudly as his lips worked against your neck.

    He pulled away with a pop, kissing down before starting another mark. You whined softly, biting your lip as your hand caught his wrist. His fingers were caught in your hair, holding your head firmly to keep you from moving away from his attack.

     He nipped at your gentle skin, making you wince in pain, a reaction he loved getting out of you. He nipped again, harder, making you grunt, your neck quickly trying to move away as a reflex.

   "stay still," he grumbled, sucking on the skin. A small whimper came from you, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as a small way of extra comfort. His arm was strongly wrapped around your waist, holding you close to keep you from escaping.

    Your hands were pressed gently against his chest, one occasionally flying to his wrist anytime he'd bite too hard. He let out a satisfied sigh, pulling away only inches to admire his work.

     He tilted your head the opposite way, his lips quickly finding a clean spot to mark. You moaned the second he started sucking. He moaned against your skin, closing his eyes as he let himself do something he did best.

     He'd pull away, kiss the spot, nip at it, let his tongue tenderly rub the mark then repeat. Soft little noises left his mouth from the sucking, you were sure that your neck was completely purple.

   Really, it wasn't just your neck, it was your entire body. You knew Tom had a thing for hickeys, but you never knew the extent of it. In the beginning of the relationship, it started off small.

    A hickey here & there, sometimes adding one more. As time progressed, you became aware of his love for it. Having you hours there, holding you tightly as he sucked on your skin brought him great satisfaction. It satisfied him even more knowing you wouldn't be able to escape the questions of who it was.

     At some point, it wasn't purely sexual. You could be laying down and he'll just start marking you as a way to show his love.

     You didn't mind at first, but at one point, you had to mind when your makeup artists began complaining, truly complaining. It got to the point where your manager had to sit you down and say the words, "no.more.hickeys."

    You had been in enough trouble, having your makeup artists spend about an hour covering up your hickeys each time you'd go to an interview, be on stage, or go out in public. It was exhausting.

     He moaned again, suckling harder. You winced, biting your bottom lip. "t-tom, no more. p-please," your voice was small. He ignored you, kissing it before finding another clean spot, then suckling.

    You sighed with pleasure, your head falling back again as he drew you in with the good feeling. Your hands gently pushed at his chest, "p-please. i'm gonna get in trouble," you whispered.

    "a little trouble don't hurt," he whispered back, nipping. You tried again to move away, the grip on your hair momentarily getting tighter as he held you back, "stay still," he warned.

    You whined, but let him continue. He pulled away after a moment, slightly breathless as he softly kissed up your neck. "so beautiful," kiss, "always beautiful with what i give you."

     You felt drowsy, slightly drunk off the feeling of it but had to snap out of it. He kissed you softly, letting go of your hair to rub your thigh sweetly. He looked down to the flesh that was coated in dark marks, a smirk coming onto his lips.

     "tom, i'm gonna get in trouble," you pouted, looking at him your doe eyes. He shrugged, "it's fine, they'll get over it." A firm knock on the door startled you, "Y/N! Hair & Makeup is ready for you!" the voice called, followed by footsteps leaving.

    You gave Tom a look, his face sly as he knew what was about to happen. He helped you off the table, patting your ass as you grabbed your bag. He followed you to the door of your trailer, sneaking a kiss to you. "i'll be here when you're back," he winked.

    You walked to the brightly lit room, setting your bag down as you were met with three stylists. You hoped secretly that the outfit wouldn't be too revealing, you wanted to save yourself the trouble.

    "outfit is on the rack, hun. be quick, we have an hour," one of the stylists commented, her speech muffled slightly as she chewed on an apple. The three slipped out of the room, leaving you alone to dress.

     You stared at the clothing, "fuck."

           You kept a straight face when the three stylists stared at you dumbfounded, eyes wide and jaw clenched with anger as they noted, they were going to need more than an hour.

    The outfit was revealing, very revealing. With the outfit, you were unable to hide the marks given to you. They were scattered along your entire body, covering your thighs, hips, some of your abdomen & belly, your neck, shoulders and even some parts on your shoulder blades.

      You knew it was best to play nonchalant, making it known you had no time for their snarky remarks. The head one sighed silently, anger rising in her as she pulled out her much used color correcting palette.

    

        The door was knocked on again, "you were supposed to be done 15 minutes ago, what's taking so long?!" a man yelled from the opposite side of the door.

    "let us do our job here!" one of them yelled back, frustrated as she couldn't cover a hickey up. It had been mounted with concealer, color corrector, foundation & powder, but to her dismay, it was still there.

    She threw her brush, moving you hair to cover it. "just don't move your hair and we'll be good, got it?" she said through gritted teeth. You flashed her a smile, "yup!"

    Hopping out of your seat, you walked out and met the backstage crew that quickly mic'd you up. From the corner of your eye, you could see the backstage manager bickering with the stylists.

   The distant sounds were impossible to make out but their gestures told you everything. The girls pointed to their necks, thighs, shoulders, everywhere. One of them dramatically tapping her makeup brush on the back of her hand as she rambled angrily.

    You felt a tap on your shoulder, "ready to go." The cheers from the crowd erupted as you were called on stage, a smile on the interviewers face as you came on.

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      You sat at home, nervously biting your nails as you scrolled through your laptop, head spinning with frustration at the new article that came out about you.

     𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗬/𝗡 𝗟/𝗡 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆! 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗟/𝗡 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇!

     "these bitches," you muttered, scrolling down to read more. You shocked to say the least. While you were up on stage, having an interview, the stylists found the time to have their personal interviews as well with the media.

   

"𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲!" 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

"𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀!"

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬/𝗡 𝗟/𝗡 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀

"𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀?!"

𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀, "𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀?"

"𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!" 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺.

"𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗯𝘀, 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗮𝗯𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!!"

𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 '𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀'.

    You sighed, closing the laptop abruptly, rubbing your face. "bitches," you muttered. The comments were full of criticisms but to your surprise, some support as well.

    A soft pair of lips landed on your shoulder from behind, slow kisses comforting you. Tom wrapped his arms around you, kissing softly. You sighed, "they made an article-"

   "i know."

    You rolled your eyes, "everyone thinks-"

    "who's they?"

    You rolled your eyes again, "well, everyone-"

    "give me names." he said from behind.

     You sat speechless, trying to find names. You stuttered, trying to find specific names.

   He chuckled, "if you cant think of names, then you shouldn't worry about it." He hugged you tighter, "has your manager said anything?"

   You sighed, "no. i'm surprised, he would've called me by now."

     You could feel the smile on his lips, he turned you around, "see? i told you," he kissed you. You sighed into the kiss, his lips pressed against yours with passion.

    "a little trouble don't hurt."

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another a/n: i hope you guys liked this! if you want more content of mine, i have soo much more on my wattpad! my username is: evieskiesss

i basically just upload some of my works on here but my main platform is wattpad! :)

[wosoragebaiter69]

they’re idiots

patri guijarro x fem!reader

request: here

A/N: i love patri sm, and again naturally if my writing needs to improve just gimme a shout

TW: mentions of panic attack

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The game was won, it was a very nice win. A comfortable 9-1, and that was fine. What wasn’t fine however were the fans after the game. In one area in particular they just kept throwing shirt and anything for us players to sign. I see Patri, my girlfriend getting frustrated at everything that’s happening and it doesn’t take a genius to see how overwhelmed she is.

Over the past few weeks it seems that the hate towards her has become obscurely large. How could anyone hate her? Especially now that she’s just gone and scored two. As much as she likes to say it doesn’t bother her I know it does and I hate to see the way she loses confidence over meaningless peoples opinions.

I walk over to the section in which fans are screaming, at this point i’m not sure how we can call them fans if they act like this. Alexia and some of the others are kicking game balls into the crowd. I stand right next to Patri, placing my hand on her lower back. She looks surprised, but continues with the overwhelming amount of fans who came to watch.

Around 5 minutes later, I can’t stand to watch her practically near a panic attack. So I say goodbye to the fans and drag her into the tunnel with me, leading her toward an area where no one would be for the time being.

“Patri? Amor, can you look at me?” I whisper, touching her forearm softly. She hesitates and looks up.

It’s then that I can see how conflicted her eyes look, how they’re slightly covered in a layer of tears, how it looks like she’s struggling to breathe. I immediately know what’s wrong.

“Hey, hey. Sit down on the floor with me. Come on.” I guide her making sure her back is rested against the wall. She looks straight up at the ceiling, trying to keep her tears at bay. My heart breaks a little.

“Amorcita, breathe with me. Feel my heartbeat got it?” I take her hand and place it on my heart as I start making exaggerated breathing patterns to help get her back to reality.

“There you go, just like that. You’re ok, they can’t see you. They can’t harm you. It’s just me.” I notice by her movements that she’s coming back. Something which I smile lightly at.

“Gracias” She says so lightly that I can barely hear her. All I do is smile.

We sit against the wall, no words need to be said. Until Alexia in all her glory strides down the hallway in her white fit.

“Hola.” She greets with a smile coming to stand in front of us.

“I suggest you two get back to the changing rooms. Nearly everyone is there, they sent me looking.” She then shifts her focus to my girlfriend.

“Patri, I’m sorry you have to be dealing with all of this stuff. It’s not easy. Just try not to get too worked up. Only makes it worse for yourself.”

“Thanks Ale.” She looks up at the captain who smiles before heading back to the change rooms.

“Well, we should probably go. After our showers, we’ll go back to the apartment and I’ll take your phone.” She looks at me questioningly. “So you don’t go into a spiral of bad thoughts. I know how you are. I won’t let that happen. Ok?” She nods and I pull her up heading back into the changing rooms. The girls all look happy but also worn down, I can empathise with that from all the trainings and games we’ve done.

Still there is a slight buzz in the air after the impressive win. Even if some exhaustion is the cost.

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When Patri and I arrive back home, I stick to my word and she hands me her phone reluctantly. I put both of our phones in my bedside drawer and arrive in the living room to be greeted with Patri on the couch, two glasses of water on the coffee table and one of the Hunger Games movies starting to play on the tv.

I walk over smiling and sit down on the couch cuddling into Patri who only smiles. This is a good way to end the day all things considered.

“Te amo, Patri.”

“Yo también te amo, cariño.” She kisses the top of my head, turning her focus back to the screen.

[heartsoji]

Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

so

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

[base0h]

Sorry if I bother you or send you something a bit suck but I wanted to know if it was possible to you to do a hcs (or other forma, it doesn’t matter) with shanks and mihawk with a s/o who can copying everything (Haki, Mouvement, Physic, Devil power fruit, Everything) thanks to a rare Devil fruit..? Than you if you make it and sorry if it’s not corespondent to your blog or rules. 🐙

a/n - watch shanks fall in love with himself 💀 I added Law bec why not 💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o has copy copy no mi (copy fruit)

- At first, he thought this was some twisted nightmare where he met himself… “Oh god. It’s me.” He was so disgusted 😭 he was also so embarrassed whenever you copied his abilities, hearing you say “room” and “shambles” made him reconsider what he named his techniques. 💀

- “Room…” -law “SHAMBLES!” -you

- “excuse me y/n. It’s my attack.” Man was offended, you literally interrupted him lmfao 😂 he was all like: bitch don’t take away my spotlight it’s the only thing I have

- “But it’s cool when I get to say it!” He also hates the way his voice sounds now because of this. Overall, he’s very embarrassed of himself, so as a result, you do not use your ability around him much. BUT- he does appreciate it when the marines start targeting you instead of him 🤭

- “LAW. HELP!”

- “Huh? I’m not Law wdym?”

- “YOU EMO MOTHERFU- I WILL THROW AWAY YOUR GERMA 66 FIGURES.”

- “NO-!”

- (ahem, I will calm down)

- enjoys it but also REALLY hates it at the same time. Perona gets you two confused all the time, she’ll ask you where Mihawk’s wallet is and you have to remind her of your abilities. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHEN YOU BOTH LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME?!”

- “Scars on the back are a swordsman’s shame!” You said, holding Mihawk’s sword in front of a pirate who had tried to take over the island. Your physique and features were perfect, an amazing copy of Dracule Mihawk himself

- “Y/n, I do not say that. The young roronoa says that. If you do something, get it right.” He said, sipping his wine while reading a newspaper under his umbrella. You glared at the man, turning back into your normal self before shoving the pirate off the island with ease

- “Can you at least admit that I am literally a perfect copy of you-?”

- “No, because you’re not.”

- “Why are you so difficult?”

- “Why are you so talented in things that do not matter?”

- “…You think I’m talented? 😖🥹”

- shanks absolutely adores the fact that yo have this ability. It makes for amazing party tricks! Turn into Uta and sing a beautiful song? Easy. Turn into Rayleigh so you can scold him? Hell yeah.

- you turned into him one day, and he was impressed. With himself 💀 “Damn- I look good!” -_- You had enough of him looking at you and complimenting HIS looks. So you turned into Rayleigh, and that my friend, is how you get your red haired man to shut the fuck up.

- “Shanks, do the dishes before I punch you.”

- “Yes sir.”

- man is deathly afraid of Rayleigh’s punch- 🤪 so everytime he starts fo be rude in any way, you turn into Rayleigh, it always works! Except turning into the dark king isn’t exactly great for camouflage against marines.

- they ended up seeing you and chasing you around since you looked like Rayleigh. “I’m not Rayleigh! I’m y/n l/n of the red haired pirates!” They stopped in their tracks, “Y/N L/N! THE LEGENDARY PIRATE?! GET THEM!” That plan of yours severely backfired, they ended up calling reinforcements.

- “Rayleigh you need some help down there?” Shanks asked with the literal most smug grin on his face. You got the best idea, while the marines were confused, you turned into a random soldier to blend in. They then caught sight of shanks and started going after him instead. Man did not think to argue with you ever again.

- “Baby I’m sorry 😭 please don’t ignore me I need love.”

don’t give him hugs

a/n - I loved this idea sm 🤭

[lunarw0rks]

hi!! i absolutely love ur work and ur most recent fic absolutely ripped my heart out 😭 i was wondering if u could maybe do a simon x reader where y/n has a panic attack from their nightmares (can be abt anything) and ghost helps them calm down and is just there for them with a lot of fluff? thank u so much!!

A/N: i love this type of fluff sm <3 out of all of them, he would understand what it's like to suffer panic attacks and nightmares :(

Summary: When you suffer a nightmare that then turns into a panic attack, Ghost comforts you.

Warning(s): GN!reader, depictions of panic attacks/nightmares, hints at ghost's trauma, brief gun mention, established relationship, domestic!simon, fluff | Word Count: 971

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PART TWO // requests | ao3 ver.

Bad Dreams | Drabble

When Simon came back from his deployment, it wasn’t always warm welcomes and pillow talk. He was usually too exhausted to change clothes or make it up the stairs for that matter.

After a quick embrace at the door and a cheap takeout dinner—he was out cold on the couch, snoring away in some god-awful position.

You were used to this by now, and you understood how drained he would be after months away. Of course, when you went to sleep that night you wished he was there next to you. You only had so long together before he’d be shipped off somewhere again, and for who knows how long.

Nightmares got more frequent, especially the longer he was away. They always gave you a sense of dread, and waking up to the empty space beside you only made them worse. The one you had tonight was especially chilling.

You felt like you were being pulled every which way, and whatever was chasing you was too fast for you to get away from it.

Most frightening, you had the sense Simon was watching you being pursued and had no intention of helping you. His eyes were cold, unlike any look he’d ever given you. He looked as if he was merely enjoying the show of you defenseless and fleeing from your attacker.

When you’re finally gaining some speed, the attacker catches up with you. As you’re being whipped around to face them, you jolt awake.

Downstairs, Simon’s eyes opened when he heard the gasps from upstairs. He crept down the hallway and grabbed the pistol he kept on the hallway table. He braced himself for anything when he peeked inside the bedroom, instantly placing the gun down when he saw you.

He knew that look all too well—bloodshot eyes frantically darting around, tear-stained reddened cheeks, and the wheezes escaping your trembling lips.

You still hadn’t come awake fully. The blurriness of your vision rendered you unable to comprehend what was real and what wasn’t. Usually, you’d wake up from these nightmares, toss and turn for an hour, and find yourself back asleep.

This was different. You were in full-blown panic, and you weren’t able to snap yourself out of it.

Simon's hands found you, gently holding your wrists so you didn’t hurt him or yourself with your panicked haze.

He didn’t want to smother you with an embrace and risk making things worse. Although he knew the by-the-book instructions on how to help you, inside his head, he was filled with unease.

Had you suffered like this before while he was away? Was it his own problems rubbing off on you, like the prospect of him never coming home one day?

You felt yourself become a bit more grounded when he constricted your wrists, but mentally you were still running off the adrenaline. You blinked away your tears, finally able to see him sitting at the end of the bed, his brows furrowed in tenseness.

“You’re alright…” He wanted to sound reassuring, but even he was unsure of that.

Your hyperventilating turned into low, rapid breaths slowly but surely. He sat there as long as you needed him to, just studying your body language to make sure you wouldn’t have another attack.

He released your wrists and placed a hand on your cheek, rubbing away one of the stray tears. “Should’ve told me you were struggling like this, love…” He whispered, both lovingly but firmly.

“They’re usually not this bad.” You muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed at the fuss. It wasn’t his fault, or anyone’s for that matter. It was just your anxiety getting the better of you.

“Don’t excuse it,” he forced you to look at him, giving you a pleading look to be let in. “I’m not upset, but you need to tell me things like this. Don’t want you passing out on me.”

You swallowed away the lump in your throat, leaning closer to him. He took that as his invitation to finally embrace you, placing a tight hand around your waist as you buried yourself into his large chest.

“You were tired… and there are bigger things than my night terrors, Simon.”

He pulled your head out of his chest, locking eyes with you once again. It was that look. The look he gave you when he was at a loss for words, and his eyes were convincing enough words for you. Stern, protective, but tender.

He left the bedroom without saying a word, which made you think your words angered him. You tightened your brow when his shadow disappeared down the hall, now feeling more ashamed than before.

Not a minute later, he came back with a glass of water clutched in his fist, and he watched you drink it until you finished the whole thing. As soon as you set it down on the nightstand, he crawled atop you, using the pressure of his frame as a way to cage you in.

“Nothing’s more important than you, ‘doesn’t matter how tired I am.” He muttered, staring directly down at you, as if confining you to him would force you to believe his words.

He leaned down and pecked your lips, then trailed a few down your neck, before rolling over onto his side of the bed. He traced his fingers down your forearm, stopping when he intertwined them with yours.

“We’ll continue this conversation in the morning.” He spoke playfully, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade.

With him beside you, it didn’t take long to fall back into slumber. His body was like your own personal furnace, especially when he was clutching you so tightly.

He waited until your faint snores filled the room again, using that as his signal to finally get a good night's rest, not letting go of you for a second.

[baileypie-writes]

I love coming up with ideas sm. This is one where the preteen!sister gets into a fight at school, and the reason is because the kid said: "That's why your siblings went to jail, they probably couldn't bear to see you anymore." And the sister basically LAUNCHES at the kid, and beings fighting them. (Pulling hair, punching, biting, etc)

And Velvet and Veneer are called down to the school since the parents are at work, and how they would react? (Oneshot please!)

Another Idea is that the preteen sister starts to mimic what she the older people do at school, like cuss, and have emontial outbursts, and what Velvet and Veneer would do to handle it. Also when the parents scold the sister, Velvet and Veneer stick up for her?

You can pick which one to do :)

(also I LOVE your blog sm)

A/N ~ I decided to do the first idea:) Hope you enjoy!

~You Did Nothing Wrong~

Velvet and Veneer + Preteen!Younger Sister!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer get called to your school in response to you getting in a fight.

Warnings: Violence(punching, hitting, scratching), a bit of blood, swearing

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“Thank you for coming, Velvet and Veneer. I do wish your parents were able to make it, but hey, work is important.” The principal said as the twins took their seats across from his desk. You sat in the corner, arms crossed.

“So what exactly happened? You said that (name) got in a fight? Is she okay?” Veneer asked, concerned. He and Velvet looked your way, but you just stared at the floor.

“She’s fine. But the other kid… not so much.”

“What do you mean?” Velvet asked.

The principal sighed. “I’ll try to spare you the… bloody details, but basically, (name) attacked him. He ended up with many bruises, a black eye and a broken nose.”

Velvet and Veneer were stunned. They flipped their heads over to you, but again, your eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Why would she do that? That doesn’t sound like her at all!” Veneer stated, still looking at you.

“We don’t know. She won’t tell us.”

Veneer hummed, lowering his head to try to get a look at your face, but to no avail.

“Well, it had to be for a good reason. (Name), tell us what happened.” Velvet said, moving her seat to face you.

You slowly looked up. Your eyes were red and puffy, obviously from crying. With a sigh, you started telling them.

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It was lunch time, and you were on your way to the cafeteria. You recognized a specific boy standing by the lockers, and averted your gaze, praying that he wouldn’t see you. Unfortunately, your prayer was rejected.

The boy’s name was Zack. He’s always been mean to you, calling you names and whatnot. But a few weeks ago, he found out that you were related to Velvet and Veneer. Since then, he would not stop teasing and insulting you. He’d claim that you’re evil, just like them. And that you probably have a troll collection at home. You try your best to avoid him, but he always manages to find you.

“Hey, troll-napper!” He called out to you. You scoffed at the stupid nickname. Keeping your eyes forward, you ignored him.

“I heard your siblings got out of jail not too long ago.”

You stopped for a millisecond at the mention of Velvet and Veneer. But you quickly continued walking, trying not to engage.

“Must be pretty hard having to deal with you’re annoying ass all day. You know what? That’s probably why they went to jail. They couldn’t bear to see you anymore.”

That was it.

You launched yourself at him, knocking him to the ground. You threw a fist against his face, hitting him right in the nose. Blood ran from it immediately, and Zack cried out in pain. You didn’t stop there. You punched, hit and scratched him until his cries for help were heard.

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“So that’s what happened.” You finished the story.

Velvet and Veneer were in shock. The principal was clearly shaken too.

“So basically, you attacked him because he was bullying you?” Velvet asked, anger rising.

You nodded, looking down again.

“How long has he been mean to you?” Veneer asked.

“A few months.” You responded.

“Have you told anybody about him?”

“I tried telling teachers, but they didn’t do much.”

“But you must understand, (name), that violence is not the answer.” The principal stated.

Velvet turned her attention towards him. “But you heard her, no one did anything to help! Sometimes, telling someone to leave you alone doesn’t work, so you gotta knock it into them!”

The principal sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is why I would’ve preferred your parents to come.” He mumbled. “(Name) is suspended for the rest of the week. And she will have detention for three weeks after that.”

“And what about the boy?” Veneer asked.

“What about him?”

“How long will he be suspended?”

“Zack isn’t being suspended.”

“Okay, well how long will he have detention?” Velvet chimed in.

“He won’t be having detention either.”

Veneer stood up. “So what you’re saying is: you’re not going to punish a boy who’s been bullying an innocent girl for months?” He was clearly getting angry, Velvet as well.

“Look, the poor boy had his nose broken-“ The principal started.

“So? That doesn’t matter! He’s a bully! Are you really gonna let a bully go unpunished?” Velvet said, volume rising.

The principal gave no response, and but his face didn’t spark hope for any form of justice.

“C’mon (name), let’s go.” Velvet said, grabbing your backpack from the floor, and placing it in your arms. You got up, and took hold of Veneer’s hand, which he had offered to you.

“Wait-“ The principal put his hand out, trying to stop you.

“Oh, no. We’ve had enough of your shitty system. We’re leaving” Velvet yelled. Then all three of you went out the door, not looking back.

Once you were in the car, you finally broke down. “I’m sorry!” You cried, trying to stop the tears that rolled down your face.

“Hey, you did nothing wrong. In fact, you taught that boy a lesson!” Velvet defended you, her hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah! That principal is nuts. Let’s get outta here.” Veneer added, backing out of the school parking lot.

You smiled. You may be suspended, and will have a few weeks of detention, but at least your favorite people are on your side.

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~~baileypie-writes

[banquetwriter]

I saw you were taking requests for Carl grimes so maybe a fluff with Carl and reader who has ADHD and they’re in Alexandria but she’s like hella overstimulated and overwhelmed because everybody and everything’s new and like “better” and she genuinely just does not know what to do with herself. You don’t have to do this btw! Have a wonderful day/night!

୨୧ Breathing ୨୧

pairing: Carl Grimes ♡︎ Fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ crying, some angst, one mention of sex (incredibly mild) small mentions of canonical violence, reader has panic attack

summary: ʚ after being overwhelmed your favorite grime’s comforts you ɞ

Words: 1374

AN: RAAAHHH thank you sm for the request, i tried to focus on how i personally feel when i get overwhelmed and overstimulated. i didn’t make her very bubbly or stereo typically “adhd” however i tried to model it after mine lol

You hated everything about the apocalypse. You hated never feeling safe, never having enough food, and never being clean ever. You hated being on the run always. You fucking hated it.

But still, you found yourself anxious. A nice woman named Deanna sat you down and Interviewed you. Your heart was racing, it had been for a long time. It was the same feeling you felt being adopted by Glenn and Maggie, the unofficial daughter of the couple.

Feeling like you might start crying but you can't pinpoint your feelings. Being so light-headed the air feels like it is made out of cotton candy. You had stayed quiet to avoid any meltdowns in front of anybody.

You had been assigned one big house. Michonne and Rick take one room, Daryl another, and you bunker with Judith. You found her little coos and cries comforting sometimes. They grounded you when you felt clueless.

Judith and most importantly her brother Carl were what got you through everything. Glenn’s death, a man who was your father. Carl had since you got to the prison. It was hard not to fall in love with him. Even if it wasn't the right time or place. You couldn't help it.

It's how you accepted the prison. It's how you accepted what happened at Terminus, and it was going to be how you accepted this new world you found yourself in. Carl got his own room. You weren't upset by it.

He needed his space. He had been through too much. It was after dinner. You were sitting on the stairs. It was all too much. It was going to go away at some point…

You knew it. Nothing was safe forever. You knew that, you weren't some stupid child. The feeling was back of unintelligible panic. The feeling of horror creeping up your throat. The dizziness, and now you couldn't help but cry.

The cool air of the nighttime clung to your skin. You were sweating even though the night was cold. Hot tears streamed down your face. How could you help these people? How could you possibly help? Hell, you were fear-stricken over being someplace new.

You let out a sob you had been holding in for weeks. Everyone was in the house either cleaning up or windowing down for bed. You told them you needed to go on a walk before bed.

‘You were too restless’ that's what you told them. But here you were sitting down on the steps. A full belly, sobbing your eyes out. Carl had noticed of course he had.

You heard the door close behind you. You stood up, the hot tears still streaming down your face. “Hey, woah,” Carl said, clicking the door shut and walking up to you. You couldn't say anything, fear holding your heart.

You speedily tried to wipe the tears away from your face. His hands come down to your shoulders. His fingertips ghost your skin and shirt. “I-I'm sorry,” you mumble out before the tears start spilling from your eyes again.

“Hey hey hey,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest. His strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, the other snaking around your torso. There it was again. His heartbeat thumped through his chest reaching your ears.

“I'm scared,” you whispered. He pulls away from you keeping his hands secured on you. “I-I know you are y/n. I am too. But it's going to be ok, trust me.” he said, his hand coming up to your chin and holding it up. “How do you know we are going to be ok?” you ask, shaking my head.

“I just know,” he said, his voice soft and comforting. “Because I am here. Because you're here with me.

Judith is here, so is my dad, Michonnee, and Daryl…” he said. “We are all here with you. I know how scared you are because-” he started. He shifted his weight on his feet.

You looked up at him. Your eyes are full of tears. The sight alone broke his heart. He promised himself he would always protect you. After you got separated from the prison. He was never ever letting you out of his sight again.

“Because I'm scared too. This place could fall, or not be safe. I'm scared too.” he says leaning much closer to you. “That's not it. It's all so new. Everything is better. I don't even know what to do. I don't remember how not to be so broken.” you whispered.

Your words hit like a confession to a preacher. “Y-Your not broken,” he said trying to comfort you. “No Carl I am. I think we all are. And I don't know how I'm going to do this.” I said, feeling the tears start to slip out.

“You don't have to do this alone, or even right now. Taking it one day at a time would be a good place to start,” he said, trying to wipe your tears away. “Ok.” is all you said, the heat radiating off of him calming your rapid and hyper thoughts.

“Tonight, how about you sleep with me? In my room?” he asks. “Really? What about Judith, what would your dad and Michonne say?” you ask, pressing your body against his. Time seemed to stop. His blue eyes shine into your soul.

“We can keep Judith in there too. Two people watching her is safer anyway. And don't worry about my dad ok? I will talk to him.” he says, moving both of his hands to your cheeks. Placing a small kiss on your forehead.

You swore you could feel your heart soar high above all the clouds and skies. You silently nod your head, “Go and get ready for bed and meet me in my room ok?” he says nodding towards the house. You smiled walking in.

The group looked as you rushed past them. Carl followed suit walking into the house. His hands were on his hips. “Y/n is going to stay with me tonight. In my room.” Carl said, looking at his dad.

Michonne’s eyebrow shot up. She looked at Judith with a smirk and turned around leaving the boys to discuss. “Carl-” Rick says in his stern voice. “It's not like that Dad,” he says, putting his hand out. Rick’s head turned to the side.

“She is scared, Dad. And I made a promise to protect her. She doesn't trust this place yet. I'm not gonna let her go.” Carl says, his face staying stern. He wasn't going to take ‘no’ for an answer. You were all that mattered to him right now.

Rick rubbed his chin, “Look alright. She can stay in your room as long as you take Judith with you.” he said, walking up to his face. Rick used his pointer finger and used it to tap his son's chest. “If I hear any funny business-” he says in full seriousness.

“Ew. Gross dad.” Carl says, rolling his eyes. Walking past him and running up the stairs to the bathroom. He gave a small knock on it. He heard your voice waver out a Small “Yes?” he smiled.

“It's me, Carl. You ready for bed?” he asked you. “A-Almost. Got distracted again,” you shouted from the bathroom. Carl felt his smile grow wider. “I'm gonna put Judith down now ok? Join me when you're ready,” he says, starting to walk away.

“Ok! Thank you!” you shout from the bathroom, continuing to get ready to sleep. Carl brought his baby sister and a crib into his room. Making it all nice for her. That's when you walked in. You were so beautiful.

In a plain new outfit. Eyes red and puffy from crying. You still were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. You silently sat on the bed. Carl smiled at you, something you returned. He took his hat off, placing it on the bedside table. He crawled on the bed and behind you. Beckoning you to join him under the covers.

Something you did with ease. The comforting smell of Carl Grimes fills your nose. As his hands snake around your torso to hug you. His nose gently rubs against your neck.

“I love you.”

[solarwoniii]

reaction to you sending him nudes out of nowhere ! zb1 legal line

nsfw, suggestive, crack, smau ! includes jiwoong, zhanghao, hanbin, matthew, taerae and ricky

includes ; mature/sexual themes, pet names, mentions of bdsm and punishments, uhmm daddy kink is mentioned in jiwoong's

a/n ; girl idk what this is i was so bored pls enjoy

taglist ; @hunbun07

jiwoong ;

📨jiwoong ; babyyy hi

📨jiwoong ; did u have dinner yet ♡

📨y/n ; yes i did !!!

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨y/n ; urs is waiting for u at home

📨jiwoong ; WOW.

📨jiwoong ; I WAS BEING NICE. WAS THE RANDOM ATTACK NECESSARY 😤😤

📨y/n ; no it wasnt im sorry daddy 😔

📨jiwoong ; WOW.

📨jiwoong ; WOWOWOOWWOWOOWOWOWWOW.

📨y/n ; sooo am i getting tied up today orrr 😶

📨jiwoong ; JUST tied up?????

📨jiwoong ; U ARE GETTING SO MUCH MORE THAN JUST TIED UP

📨jiwoong ; GET URSELF READY U ARE DEAD

📨y/n ; i am ready 😋🤪

zhanghao ;

📨zhanghao ; BAAAAAAAAAAAABE

📨y/n ; yes

📨zhanghao ; hi 😊

📨y/n ; hi 😊💗💗

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨zhanghao ; oh.

📨y/n ; 😘

📨y/n ; how screwed am i

📨zhanghao ; very screwed ! 😊 hope ur excited to get ur guts rearranged 💗

hanbin ;

📨hanbin ; bbg 😔😔😔

📨y/n ; EXCUSE YOU SUNG HANBIN.

📨hanbin ; IM SORRY

📨hanbin ; i miss u sm UGH i have a meeting soon i dont wanna gooooooo

📨hanbin ; can i have a photo of u so i can survive 😔💗

📨y/n ; ofc u can here :)

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨hanbin ; NAH.

📨hanbin ; U FOUL FOR THAT

📨hanbin ; NOW I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH MY MEETING WITH THAT IN MY MIND

📨y/n ; have fun at ur meeting baby 😊😊😊 love uuuu

📨hanbin ; U SUCK

📨y/n ; suck what 😶😶

📨hanbin ; FUCK U

📨y/n ; pls do 😊

📨hanbin ; OH MY GOD

📨hanbin ; I HATE YOU SO MUCH

matthew ;

📨matthew ; BAE

📨y/n ; BAE

📨y/n ; HELLO

📨matthew ; hiii

📨matthew ; i miss u :(

📨y/n ; :((( i miss u too

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨matthew ; .

📨matthew ; ure so mean.

📨matthew ; im never speaking to u again i hate u

📨y/n ; oh ok

5 MINUTES LATER . . .

📨matthew ; uhm so

📨matthew ; im still not speaking with u

📨matthew ; but are there possibly more from where that came from 😖😞

📨y/n ; hmm

📨y/n ; possibly

📨matthew ; OMG

📨matthew ; if u send me another i will speak to u again !!!

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨matthew ; YAYAYAYAYAY

taerae ;

📨taerae ; BABY did u see the food i left for u in the kitchen ??

📨y/n ; YES I DID THANK UUU I LOVE U

📨taerae ; 🫶🫶 im finishing a few more papers rn as soon as im done ill get omw home

📨y/n ; oh

📨y/n ; is that going to take long

📨taerae ; a little bit 😞😔 im sorry

📨y/n ; would u like some bribery

📨taerae ; huh ?

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨taerae ; IS THAT MY SHIRT

📨y/n ; 🤪 maybe

📨taerae ; @??@?@?@??1!?!?@??@?@/.?>@?>@>?@?>?@>?1.>?@

📨taerae ; I AM

📨taerae ; ON MY WAY

📨taerae ; RIGHT

📨taerae ; NOW

📨taerae ; AS WE SPEAK

📨taerae ; IM COMING HOME

📨taerae ; TEN MINUTES

📨taerae ; ILL BE THERE

ricky ;

📨y/n ; HOW MUCH LONGER

📨y/n ; UNTIL YOURE HOME

📨ricky ; an hour

📨ricky ; WHY

📨ricky ; IS SOMETHING WRONG

📨y/n ; YES

📨y/n ; im lonely 😔

📨ricky ; oh

📨y/n ; WHAT is me being lonely not enough for u to care 😔💗

📨ricky ; no not really

📨y/n ; WOW

📨y/n ; OK

📨y/n ; THEN I GUESS I WONT SHOW U THE REST OF THE PICS I TOOK TODAY

📨y/n ; *attachment ; one photo*

📨y/n ; THERES THREE OTHER PHOTOS

📨y/n ; BUT YOURE BEING MEAN SO YOU DONT GET THEM 😡

📨ricky ; NO

📨ricky ; IM SORRY

📨ricky ; PLS

📨ricky ; I CARE SO MUCH THAT U ARE LONELY AND I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH 💗💗💗

📨y/n ; 🙄

📨ricky ; NOOOOOOOOOO

[bandgie]

could you do another hate sex yj?? and could it have loads of banter and verbal teasing?? literally love your stuff soooo much

a/n: yes! I actually have an idea for this! and thank you sm!!

synopsis: Being part of the The Titans means putting your life at risk for Jump City. Defeating villains and putting them behind bars should be the hardest part, but it's actually your own team member that drives you insane.

notes/warnings: MDNI 18+, teen titans AU, fem!reader, reader is called 'Raven', elements of drugging, heat, dom-ish!reader, foot job (sorry), monster fucking I think? I dunno if it counts lmao, bondage (m!rec), tentacles (I had to), throat fucking (m!rec), light chocking (m!rec), PIV/no protection, creampie

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You should have known tonight's mission wasn't going to go well. There was an ominous atmosphere as the team carried out their assignments. Being gifted with psychic abilities, you can feel the emotions of those around you. That empathic ability was both a blessing and a curse. The one time you decided to ignore it was the one time you needed to listen to it the most.

Deathstroke had anticipated the attack. He laced the area with drugs and gasses that left the five of you weak, and incapable. Your power was uncontrollable as you were filled with raw fear. The only person you had to rely on was Beastboy who was trapped in the same room as you.

That alone was a trap in itself.

Black tendrils whipped around you viciously. Your power smacked and tried to break through the walls, but they seemed impenetrable. If you were in your right mind, you could easily find a way out. 

"Fuck Raven! You're gonna get us killed!" Beastboy ducked and covered his head as your magic continued to act recklessly. You ignored him, beating at the room. The rest of the team members were most likely separated, and you'd be damned if anything happened to them.

It's now you grow tired that your legs give out from under you. You collapsed on the hard ground, your black magic quickly dissipating. Beastboy rushed to your side and cursed, "Shit. If you would have just calmed down-"

"Calm down!?" The room shook with your voice. "How the fuck can I calm down when our friends are out there and we're in here? You don't get it Yeonjun, I can feel it. They're scared, and alone. We can't sit here and-"

Yeonjun cut you off with a growl, "I never said I wanted to sit here. If you knew how to fucking control yourself we could have found a way out!" Despite trying to keep a level head, Yeonjun could feel the terror in his chest. Watching you, who's usually composed, freak out did little to help. 

"Oh fuck you! You say 'we,' but I always save our asses. You've been doing bat shit to help!" It probably isn't wise to further engage in arguing, but you don't have the patience otherwise. With the gas you both inhaled and the fear you feel, it's impossible to think rationally.

You can see the veins that pop out from under Yeonjun's green skin as he yells back. "How do you expect me to help when you're whipping those things around like a madman!? While you were going crazy I found something."

The retort dies in your throat, "Found something?"

"Yes," Yeonjun sounds exasperated. "I think we're in Deathstroke's lab. Found some potions and shit." He pulls a small vial from his pocket, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. The clear bottle swooshes with pink liquid inside, words scribbled on it.

You look at the bright color curiously, "What's it say?" He shrugs, "Beats me. I think it's his own language or whatever." Without saying more, he pops the cork off and raises it to his lips. "Bottoms up."

"Beastboy!" 

He swallows and grimaces at the taste, burping. "I said to call me Yeonjun."

"You idiot!" The fire in your chest flames once again. "Do you even know what you drank?" Rather than seeming upset, Yeonjun flashes his sharp canines at you. It's better to watch you grow furious at him than be scared. Even if you look at him with rage in your eyes, it's better than seeing the overwhelming panic.

"Nope," he pops the 'p'. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

You scoot a few inches away from him, waiting for disaster to strike. Will he go ballistic? Maybe he'll explode. Now that you're thinking about it, that potion was awfully pink. Maybe that'll be his new skin color.

Rather than turning into a flamingo, he remains the same hue. Yeonjun's lip twitches and his pupils dilate. His heart rate increases and it suddenly feels much too hot in the room. Your empathetic power picks up on this. Even if you don't physiologically react the same, you can taste the thickness in the air. An intense sense of excitement pools in your stomach, your chest. 

You snatch the vile from Yeonjun's hands. That fucking moron, you groan internally. It wasn't Deathstroke's secret language, it was Latin.

"Eros libido," you read the scribbled words. "Fuck."

"Libido?" Yeonjun's sweaty face looks confused. "The game with the stick?"

"No, you- oh my god. That's limbo. Libido is....nothing. How do you feel?" You quickly change the subject. The potion must be strong. If Yeonjun felt it in mere seconds and you felt the effects soon after, you can only imagine how it'll progress. 

"I feel...restless? I dunno just...like I wanna do something?" He speaks unsurely. The hair on his neck raises and so does a muscle underneath his pants apron making eye contact with you. "Oh shit," his eyes go wide. "S-stop looking at me!"

Yeonjun stands up abruptly, running to the corner of the room. He knows this feeling now. The warmth in his body, the feeling of unfiltered desire, the ache in his cock. He's in heat. Yeonjun could try and play human all he wants, but he still has animal DNA in him.

His raw lust filters into you. It hits you like a ton of bricks and you feel like discarding your cloak. 

"You stupid fuck," despite being aroused, you attempt to turn it into anger. "Who drinks a potion in a language they don't know when they're trapped?" Standing to your feet, you stomp to Yeonjun who's shriveled on the ground. 

He groans your name out, "Don't get close to me please."

You ignore him, throwing your purple cape on the ground and flipping Yeonjun to his back. His eyes are full-blown wide, he's drooling helplessly, and his dick strains painfully against his pants. You scoff, pressing a foot on his erection, "You look so pathetic."

Yeonjun's entire body keens at your touch. His hands reach down and grip your ankle. He means to throw your foot off of him, but instead, he pushes your heel harder against his cock. Yeonjun whines and thuds his head down on the ground roughly. How hates how good it feels, hates that he'd beg to cum from your shoe even if it was beyond shameful. 

Rather than pulling away, you let him hump your foot. Your boots are latex, so it's easy to feel his clothed erection against you. "Fuck, you're really hard huh?" There's a sick sweetness in your voice Yeonjun's not used to. 

He nods mindlessly, "I'm sorry. Mmm fuck, I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I thought- shit! -I thought it would make me stronger." Yeonjun pants through his sentences. His eyes are crazed, but he manages to speak through it. "I'm such an idiot. Fuck fuck fuck.." You can see tears slip from the corner of his eyes. He bites down on his lower lip to keep from being so loud. After all, how can a mere foot make him feel this good?

"Are you crying?"

Yeonjun whines at your harsh tone. "It hurts..." he speaks in a small voice. 

You tear your foot from his grasp. Yeonjun violently sobs, he is so close. He's about to beg you to let him use your foot when you kneel. He watches in shock as you button his tight pants, yanking them to free his cock.

"Oh," You're in shock. Calling Yeonjun big would be an understatement. The shaft darkens as your eyes trail to the very tip of his dark green head. It's a stark contrast from the white pre-cum that dribbles from his slit. The cold air makes Yeonjun twitch and groan, at least the confines of his pants had given him pressure. 

You don't think when your hand reaches out to grab the base. Even with two fists, the tip would peek out with a few more inches. Desire pools in your stomach. You quickly try to blame it on Yeonjun's condition. This isn't your own emotions, you're just reading his. It's strong, and it's affecting you.

That's all.

That's all, you tell yourself when you move to hover on top. That's all, you think when you move the sticky crotch of your leotard to the side. "That's all," you murmur when you grind yourself on his cock. It's warm, it twitches, it leaks. Begging to be put where your legs ache. You expect Yeonjun to start pleading, crying to let him fuck you.

He knows better though. Talking would ruin the headspace you're in. It would make it real, make it a permanent memory that Yeonjun was inside you. The same person who went out of his way to make piss you off, to watch your turn red from anger.

And you're going to let him.

It's not until you sink down on him that he squeaks. His cock stretches you out fully, forcing your walls to mold into his shape. You groan and place your hands on his torso, pushing yourself deeper and deeper. Your legs quiver and your stomach flips when you feel him kiss your cervix. You've fully seated yourself on him, letting your cunt convulse and squeeze around his length.

"Fuck!" Yeonjun can't help himself as his hands find your waist. He moans your name, over and over until he's started drooling again. "You're so tight. Fuck me, please fuck me. I can't move, I-"

Black tendrils come out of your back without you needing to think. One shoves itself inside Yeonjun's mouth, cutting his needy demands off. Another two grab his wrists and pull them away from your hips, pinning them above his head. 

You pick your hips up and slam down. There's a loud squelch from where you connect, and you can hear Yeonjun's muffled moans as the appendage forces itself down his throat. 

"Shut." You drop your weight on his dick. "Up." And you do it again. His dick drags against your soft walls, a hot sensation slowly building inside you. "You can't do shit right." Your hands reach up to wrap around his neck. You can feel how your magic moves inside his mouth. How Yeonjun's gags and drools around the dark appendage. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and there's a light flush on his cheeks from the lack of oxygen. 

"I have to do everything for you," you seethe. "Useless." Your hips move in circles, letting Yeonjun's cock explore every part of you. "Can't even fuck me. I always do all the work, and you just lie there and take it." 

Yeonjun can't disagree. It feels too good to let you use him. To force his throat open, to hold him down while he writhes in unbelievable pleasure. You're so warm, cunt terribly hot it makes him squirm. It's better than he could have possibly imagined. Your pussy perfectly fits onto his cock, it squeezes him in all the right ways that he's surprised he's lasted this long. 

You scoff at his fucked out state, somewhat jealous. Yeonjun gets to fuck up consistently, yet he still reaps all the rewards. 

"I hate you," you moan out. The warmth in your belly doubles. Your pussy has drenched his cock with cream and slick. It makes it easy to slide in and out, to fuck yourself on him without worrying if Yeonjun will split you open. 

Yeonjun frantically shakes his head, trying to free himself of your magic. You slow your hips and oblige, your back magic pulling away from his mouth. 

His lips are swollen, red, and wet. He coughs and gasps for air. "Again," he chokes out. "Tell me you hate me again."

"I can't stand you," your grip tightens around his neck. "I hate that you mess everything up. I hate that you bother me." Your hips have a mind of their own. Bouncing and dragging themselves along his length. "I hate your voice. I hate how you look at me." You curse when his hips buck him uncontrollably. He starts meeting your thrusts, clear that he'll finish soon. 

Yeonjun only moans at your horrible confessions. His wet eyes look up at yours almost endearingly. "I hate you too," he moans out. "I hate how mean you are to everyone. I hate- ahhh shit, I hate that I can't stop thinking about you. I hate that I dream about you. I hate your skin, I hate your eyes." 

You moan at his cruel words. Your body leans down on top of his, lower body moving with intent. Your hands steady themselves on his green chest, squeezing and pinching the skin there. 

"I fucking hate everything about you."

Then you cum. Waves and pleasure and hot spurts flooding your pussy and his cock. You rock against him until you feel his cock twitch. Yeonjun's arms have gone numb from their positions, but he tugs against the restraints nonetheless. He wants to squeeze to plump flesh of your ass, he wants to leave your body with marks. He wants to remember, wants you to remember how you let him have you. 

His cum pours inside you, moaning and thrusting animalistically in your ear. Yeonjun snarls when your walls tighten around his girth again, milking his cock for all it has to give. He fucks up into you lazily, trying to ride out his high.

The overwhelming pleasure tugs at your stomach and sends your body on overdrive as multiple black points sprout from your body. They stab at the ground below you, the walls beside you. Yeonjun would have been terrified had he not just orgasmed. Instead, he smiles at your violent response, looking at the damage to the room.

A ray of pale light pokes through the roof where your magic has pierced it. He squints at the hole, making sure it doesn't disappear. Yeonjun shouts in excitement. You jump at the noise. Yeonjun nods in the direction and you follow his line of sight. Sure enough, you see the same beam of moonlight shining down. You look back at him, a mere breath away, 

You smile.

The sight makes Yeonjun shiver, his limp cock twitches inside you. He quickly replaces his look of awe with false confidence, flashing his sharp teeth. "Told you that potion would help."

a/n: this actually took me so long to write. no idea where I was goin with it. I had a lot of different plot ideas, but I decided to do this one. please tell me how you liked it! it's defo new to me lmao in case you're wondering! this is how I planned on doing the characters: robin- Taehyun starfire - Kai cyborg - soobin beastboy - yeonjun raven - reader deathstroke - beomgyu