#and yeah I’m a slow ass writer so this took me a min but it was so much fun please

[ackerpretty]

Pervert Armin x black reader

MDNI & AGELESS BLOGS

Warnings: uhh EXTREME horniness and no self respect?

A/N: Y’all.. I barley proofread my shit so in sorry if there’s 500 typos and I just came outta writers retirement so I ask that y’all cut me some SLACK😭I’m done yapping now

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Armin knew he was going to be obsessed with you since the day you walked into the classroom. With your pretty brown gloss-covered lips and braids hanging hanging down to your ass. Your vanilla scent made all of the blood rush to his head…and dick. He had to have you all to himself. He wanted to take you back to him dorm and keep you there as his little pet. No one else would be able to see you on your knees like a puppy, tongue hanging out of your mouth and waiting for his next command. Maybe he’d tie you to his bed and stuff his shirt in your mouth so the whole residence hall won’t hear your screams (not that he’d care) . He was interrupted by his pervert thoughts when you approached him. “You Armin? I think were partners” of course y’all were partners. Armin made sure of that by rigging the professor’s spreadsheet. No, he simply refused to work with someone other than his pretty future wife. He talking bout some “Yeah! Let’s work at my dorm” knowing damn well y’all won’t be doing shit. He won’t make his princess do any work, he can bullshit this easy ass project as long as he can buy his face in your pussy for hours.

After 3 project sessions he had you wrapped around his finger….Literally. His two long slender fingers curled up into your pussy and tongue lapping up your brown-pinkish folds simultaneously.“Armin slow down please….I can’t” Amin simply ignored your ass, even flicking his tongue and a faster rate your sucking your clit until it was attached to his mouth. “just need to make you mine….wanna make my girl feel good” Your back arched off the bed as yours thighs shook around Armin’s head. Just when you were sure that you was finna squirt all over his, Armin stopped and flipped you over. “Want you to cum with my dick” This was the main event that Armin had fantasized. He opened up the little draw next to his bed and grabbed a baby blue ribbon to tie your hands behind your back with, and some vanilla coconut oil, your signature scent. That boy could not wait to oil up that ass, all for him. He slowly rubbed his hands all over your smooth brown skin, down to the back of your thighs. Armin squirts some oil of his hand, stroking his already hard dick. Without warning he slides into your pussy, almost nutting immediately after feeling your warmness. The small dorm was filled with sounds of your muffled moans and slapping sounds from Armin’s thighs against yours. “S’ the only dick you’ll ever need” He sneers through his teeth as his pace quickens and his grip on your hips create indents in your skin. Armin watched your arms struggle against the ribbon restraints and he took this opportunity to grab your arms and hold them behind your back while he fucked into your pussy.

Your breathing was becoming ragged and your walls began to spasm and clench around his dick. “Min im about to cum..ughh shit” He suddenly slows down his pace, making you whimper from the lack of speed. He grabs you by the throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Say you love me first…tell me your gonna be a good bitch for me” Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your mouth is hanging open, and that brain is struggling to put one word together. “Say it or you get nothing” he slowly starts fucking into you faster, hand still wrapped around your throat, trying to make you break “Love you min..m’ur bitch” Your whole body begins to shake as you cream all over his dick . When you’re done he pulled out made sure to cum all over your face, globs of white sticking to your cheeks, nose, and forehead. “my good girl, baby” he says as his fingers stroked your cum covered face. After y’all get all cleaned up, he gently placed you in his bed where you knocked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Armin couldn’t help but to admire your unconscious body, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. Yeah, you ain’t ever leaving his room.

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[honeyedlashton]

the title of the fic is similar to yours that you did for mine…but yankee candles! soft blanket (my fav), warm cashmere, and sun-drenched apricot rose. you don’t have to do all of them. i just love candles and these are some of my favs. obvy lashton as well🧸🤍🫧🕯

Omg yes!! This is so much fun! I love that, thank you, Swan, for sending me this charming ask. I’ll do my best to come up with something worthy of these incredible smells 🕯💞😇🫧

Soft Blanket ❄️🧸

���Wrapped in sweet dreams… a lullaby of clean citrus, luxurious vanilla and warm amber notes.”

Christmas time is always Luke’s favorite time of year. And one of the best parts of the holidays is going home to his parents. Typically these few weeks are spent peacefully meandering around the decorated town square in the fluffy falling snow, forgetting about a world outside his winter wonderland. That all changes this year when his high school sweetheart makes a reappearance after years of skipping town on the holidays. Luke’s snow globe escape fantasy now has him trapped inside a bubble of feelings he’d pushed aside. To make it worse, Ashton is an older and more levelheaded version of the charming sweet talker Luke had fallen for. Plus, he is nothing but persistent in his attempts to win his good favor back. Luke is torn between treating Ashton with the lovesick passionate fires of his youth, or the jaded edges of a heart that’s been shattered. Either way, he knows he’ll need a Christmas miracle to traverse either emotional plane if Ashton keeps sweet talking him like that…

Warm Cashmere 🧣🍁

“Wrap yourself in luxury with sumptuous notes of calming sandalwood and exotic patchouli.”

Luke has spent the majority of the fall semester doing two things: firstly, burying himself in dissertation prep to keep from third-wheeling with Michael and Calum. Secondly, praying for attention from Calum’s friend Ashton. While the two sometimes hang out at parties and have been flirtatious in the past, nothing ever moves beyond playful banter—much to Luke’s adamant frustration in his explicitly detailed digital diary. When Luke’s laptop crashes in the middle of doing his research, he is horrified to have to turn it in to the only working IT technician at his school: Ashton. While he prayed that Ashton wouldn’t see his diary amid the millions of tabs he’d left open, he can’t help but feel like something’s changed when Ashton gives him his laptop back. Maybe snooping is wrong, but Luke was willing to look the other way now that it might have scored him a date with the most handsome man he’d ever met.

Sun-Drenched Apricot Rose 🌹🧡

“A full bloom scents of lush, delightful apricot and soft petals.”

On the Italian estate Ashton is staying in for the summer, he has only seen a flash of the nameless model he’s been sharing half of the house with. While they are never on the same schedule, Ashton somehow chances on meeting the mysterious beauty while he’s on his way out for the night and Ashton’s on the way in. Luke Hemmings, his famous housemate, invites him to come along for a night of his life. Ashton is never one to turn down a good time, so he is plunged into the nightlife of one of the most notorious party celebrities around. What this sparks is a curiosity about the life beyond the tabloids, and a summer romance that could easily be the subject of old foreign films. From picnics on lakesides, to clubbing till the early hours of the morning, Ashton is certain he never wants the burning summer with the beautiful blonde to end—though he fears like all seasons, it must.

I hope you enjoy these, Swan. I really tried to capture the feeling these scents gave me. I loved yours so much I couldn’t help but redo the format cause I thought it was so pretty. Anyway thank you for the ask, I worked really hard but if they don’t make sense then it’s not my fault lmfaooo. 🦢🌷✨

[woozibby]

Mr Detective; 1

- Mr Detective

- SVT X BTS AU ( X FEM Reader)

- Chapters will be posted every Monday

.- Contains death, bad language, murder, kidnapping, bodily harm.

PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED IN ANY WAY OR DO NOT LIKE THIS SORT OF STUFF

Intro | 1 | 2 | 3 |

I sat quietly for a while. I had taken down notes about Namjoon, and now I had turned to another page and started to note down how the precinct looked. It wasn't long before another detective came in.

He was pale and had light mint green hair. He didn't blink twice when he noticed me sitting next to Namjoon's desk. He walked over to his desk, sat down and yawned.

"(y/n), this is Min Yoongi, one of the detectives here as you may have guessed" Namjoon chuckled.

"Hi" Yoongi waves slightly, before placing his head on his desk and closing his eyes.

I send a questioning look to Namjoon, and he laughs again.

"He likes to sleep"

"Ahh" I only respond. Turning to another page, I write down Yoongi's name.

Min Yoongi - likes sleep

Smiling to myself, I nod in happiness.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon asks, looking over at his computer.

"One of the things I have to do is write about each person here, so I've started that" I smile.

"Nice! Written anything about me yet?" I nod in reply, closing my notebook and tapping on the front cover.

"Everything I write is in here, and it shall be for my eyes only!"

"Nothing bad I hope" Namjoon laughs

"No no, nothing bad about you" Namjoon continues to chuckle to himself and shakes his head.

"He's going to love you" I assume he's talking about 'Mr Detective' that I had yet to meet.

"Don't you mean he's going to be annoyed by me?" I laugh.

"That too" we laugh to ourselves before Yoongi raises his head and sends us a glare.

"Can you guys be quiet, I'm trying to sleep" Our laughter quickly stopped and the room turned silent.

It wasn't as long of a silence this time as another detective walked in. He placed his phone and badge on the desk next to Namjoon's and sat down.

"That's Jeon Wonwoo, He may seem quiet at times" I nod, and Wonwoo turns to me, and sends a smile.

"Who is this Hyung?" Wonwoo asks, looking to Namjoon.

"This is (y/n), she's here from Seoul University on a placement" Wonwoo nods and turns to me again.

"Nice to meet you (y/n)"

"Nice to meet you too"

"Now only one left for you to meet," Namjoon says, and I hear a chuckle from Yoongi's desk.

"Good luck with that, he's a pain in the ass"

"I have warned her," Namjoon says.

"Warning her still won't be enough" I look at the three men, sending them all looks.

"Is he really that bad?" Yoongi chuckles, and sends me a look, placing his elbows on his desk and linking his hands together.

"You're in for a Show, Little Miss Reporter" I roll my eyes.

"I'm not a reporter"

"That's what you say, but he won't buy it one bit"

"Is he really that stubborn?"

"You'll see"

Not even a minute later, the door opens and in walks a silver-haired man in a white dress shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear" Namjoon laughs causing 'Mr Detective' to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Hello to you Hyung" Namjoon turns to me and raises a hand to point to the silver-haired male.

"Miss (Y/N), this is Choi Seungcheol, he'll be the person you'll be following on your placement here"

So Mr Detective finally has a name...

"Woah Woah Woah, let's take a step back, what's going on?" Seungcheol asks.

"Miss (Y/N) is here on placement from Seoul University to write about us and what happens here" Namjoon explains.

"A reporter?"

"A student" I send him a smile, but his face stays blank as he ignores me.

"It's only for a few months Seungcheol"

"Why me? Why a reporter?!"

"A student" I clarify again.

"Fine, a Trainee Reporter" I roll my eyes, and Namjoon sighs.

"You're just going to have to put up with it" Namjoon states. Seungcheol rolls his eyes this time and crosses his arms.

"I'm going for coffee," he says, storming out of the room.

"Get me my usual!!" Yoongi calls after him but shrugs when he gets no reply.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I open my notebook back up and turn to the page that bore the title 'Mr Detective'.

Mr Detective: - a handful - An asshole

I grumbled as I entered my apartment, that I shared with my best friend. Throwing my bag onto the couch, I follow suit and let out a sighing groan.

"What's up with you?" Tae appears from the kitchen, cereal bowl in hand.

"I'm starting to slowly regret taking this placement" He tilts his head slightly, and shrugs, before taking a spoon full of the cereal and shoving it in his mouth.

"What's so bad about it?" He speaks his mouth still full.

"They've got me to follow around one of the detectives in the unit, and he's an asshole- at least he seems like one!" I explain, before continuing my rant. "He won't even give me the time of day because apparently, I'm a reporter" I mutter, rolling my eyes and sending a glare to the air.

I hear a chuckle from Tae, and he's smiling at me with his usual box smile.

"Then make him listen to you" I start to smirk to myself.

"That's perfect" Tae quickly moved on the conversation, as he sat down on the chair, still eating his cereal.

"Want to know about my day?" Snapping out of my gaze, I look to Tae.

"Yeah, how was it?"

"It was good, the prosecutors seem really nice"

"I wonder if we'll ever have to see each other" Tae shrugs, thinking to himself.

"That would be cool..." he started, before trying to clear up what he said. "I mean it wouldn't be that cool because that would mean something bad would have to happen or something"

"I understand, and I agree" I laugh.

"Hopefully it'll be on good terms" I cover my mouth as a yawn.

"I'm going to go to my room and start getting ready for bed, exhausted already" Tae hums, as he takes another spoon full of his cereal. "Good Night"

"Night"

My alarm played a random song once the time got to 6 am. Pouting to myself, I turn over and lower the volume, and continue to listen to the music as I woke up.

Sighing, I raise myself and sit up. Looking from my wardrobe to my bedroom door, I wonder what to do first.

Pick something to wear, or to get washed? They were both going to happen, but the order was yet to be decided.

Pulling the warm covers off of my body, I swing my legs over to the side and stand up. I decided to clean myself up first, leaving my room and heading to the bathroom. Knocking on the bathroom door, I quickly open it when I get no response.

I wouldn't think Tae was up yet, but it doesn't hurt to check. I'd rather knock on the door, than walk in on him naked or something. We may be best friends, but we're not that close.

I grab a towel from the cabinet and turn on the shower. I turn it low, before slowing raising the temperature. Washing my hair and body, I take my time to just wake myself up properly. After getting out the shower, I brush my teeth, brush my hair and I head back to my room.

On the way back to my room, I see Tae's bedroom door open and a sleepy Tae emerges.

"Morning"

"Too early" He mumbles, his eyes still practically closed as he makes his way to the bathroom. Laughing, I shake my head and enter my room, closing the door behind me.

Sitting down on my bed, I sit on my phone for a bit, going through some of the social media apps I had on it. After I felt like I had been sitting there long enough, I get up and finally go over to my wardrobe.

Picking out an outfit that consisted of light jeans, a loose fitting top and a cardigan to go over the top. I placed my clothes on my bed and started to blow dry my hair, it thankfully didn't take long and I soon got some light makeup on and put on my clothes.

I put my bag on my desk and started to get everything ready for the day. I put in my notebook, a few pens, my purse and my phone charger. I went over to my bed, picked my phone back up and slipped it into my pocket. Taking my bag, I head downstairs and into the kitchen.

Tae was nowhere to be seen, probably still in his room getting ready, hopefully, he hadn't fallen asleep again. Placing my bag on the table, I click on the kettle and start to make a cup of coffee. Getting out another cup, I also make one for Tae, knowing he'd need one eventually.

Looking at the small digital clock on the side, I see the time as half seven. It took a while to get to the station, and I wanted to be there early to get some things noted down that I didn't get too yesterday. Drinking my coffee, I open the fridge to see if there was anything I could take to snack on later.

I sighed, seeing nothing... again.

Finishing my coffee, Tae finally walks into the room and grabs the cup off of the counter and taking a long slip. I place my cup in the sink and put my bag on my shoulder.

"I'll see you later, make sure you buy some food because there's nothing in the fridge," I say, and Tae mumbles back.

"Okay"

"Have a good day Tae"

"You too" I let out a light laugh and nod.

"I'll try to, but no promises"

I quickly head to the door, picking my keys up from out of the bowl next to it and throwing them into my bag. I exit the apartment swiftly, leave the building and make my way down the street.

I wait a few minutes for the bus, and once it arrives I get on and think about the day ahead.

I knew it wasn't going to be simple, not with Mr Detective aka Choi Seungcheol anyways. The rest of the detectives seemed nice, Yoongi seeming a little closed off, but still a good-hearted person. This was going to be an adventure, even if Seungcheol wanted to act like he didn't like me, nothing can stop me from passing this placement, and being a writer of the truth, and nothing, but the truth.