#but ofc his red face and ears gave it away

[captainsigge]

Relationship: Zevlor x OFC

Words: 4,301

Summary: "Zevlor!" she exclaimed, clutching the sheer fabric of her nightgown as if to shield herself from his gaze.

Warning: SMUT, Seduction, Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Light BDSM

This fic is inspired by this amazing tumblr post, truly a genius. Thank you @coreene for sharing it with me.🥰

Thank you so much @dustdeepsea for beta-ing, I am forever in your debt. I hope you accept smut as payment lol :3333

Stay With Me

Zevlor stormed into Serafina's bedchamber, his heavy boots echoing against the polished wooden floor with resounding thuds. The steel and leather armor he wore clinked with each determined step. He stopped just inside the threshold, his nostrils flaring, as if sniffing the air for danger. His sharp claws flexed unconsciously, ready to lash out at any threat.

Serafina, seated at her vanity, jumped at his sudden entrance, brush stilling in her hand. She turned toward him, eyes wide with surprise. She was a vision of grace, clad in a thin, almost see-through nightgown that clung to her frame, revealing more than it concealed. The candlelight flickered, highlighting the rich yellow of her skin.

"Zevlor!" she exclaimed, clutching the sheer fabric of her nightgown as if to shield herself from his gaze. 

The scandal of having a man, let alone one as formidable as Zevlor, in her bedchamber was enough to make her heart race. Yet, beneath the alarm, a hidden pleasure fluttered within her. The thought of him barging in, abruptly and unbidden, sent a thrill through her veins.

His eyes darted to the corners and shadows, his pointed ears twitching as he strained to detect any sound of an intruder. “Serafina, I heard—” he began, but his words faltered as his eyes fell upon her attire.

When the realization sank in, the flush of adrenaline quickly gave way to mortification. His eyes met hers, and he looked unsure, almost boyish in his embarrassment. The weight of his misstep bearing down on him as he took in her barely-clad form. Her nightgown, so sheer that it left little to the imagination, only deepened the crimson tint on his cheeks.

He snapped his gaze away, his horns catching the light as he turned his head sharply. "I—I apologize," Zevlor stammered, voice slightly strained. 

He stepped back, trying to compose himself. "I believed there was a threat. I did not mean to intrude." His long, pointed tail flicked in agitation behind him, betraying his distress.

Serafina’s initial shock melted into a sweet smile. She had not expected him to enter her room with such haste, but she found herself secretly pleased.

She rose gracefully from her vanity, her movements gentle as she approached him. “It’s alright,” she began gently. “You were only doing your duty, after all.” She reached out, her clawed hand lightly brushing his armored arm, feeling the cold steel under her warm touch. “Perhaps next time, you might knock?”

Zevlor nodded, his gaze still avoiding hers, his focus shifting to the floor. “Yes, of course. I will. Again, my apologies.” 

He took another step back, his armor feeling heavier than ever.

“There’s no need to run from me,” she teased, “I won’t bite.”

She paused looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Unless you’d ask me to.”

Zevlor froze, her flirtatious words hanging in the air between them. His eyes, which had been firmly fixed on the floor, flickered up to meet hers. Serafina's expression was coy, her smile both innocent and mischievous.

“Serafina…” Zevlor began, his voice low and uncertain. 

She took a step closer, closing the small distance between them. She looked up at him, the corners of her pouty red lips curling into a smile that sent a rush of heat through him. Her fingers lingered on his armored arm and he swore he could feel her warmth through it.

“I did not mean to intrude, truly,” he repeated, clearing his throat, which suddenly felt all too dry. 

His eyes traced the contours of her face, the elegant spirals of her horns, the fullness of her lips. She was so different from him; so light, where he was heavy. 

Serafina chuckled, her laughter a melody to his ears. “Intrude? No, Zevlor. You’re welcome here, always.” She lifted her hand from his arm, tracing a slow path down to his bracer.

Zevlor’s breath caught in his throat, the dainty brush of her fingertips, sent a shiver through him. It was a simple gesture, yet it held an intimacy that he wasn’t accustomed to.

Her gaze never wavered. “You’re so used to your armor, aren’t you?” she mused, her voice gentle, almost as if she were speaking to a skittish animal. “Always ready for a fight, always guarded.”

Zevlor nodded, his throat still tight. “Old habits,” he managed to say, forcing an awkward chuckle. “They die hard.”

Serafina smiled, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Maybe some habits are worth breaking,” she suggested, her tone light, though there was an underlying meaning in her words. She let her hand linger on his bracer for a moment longer, her touch a quiet invitation, before finally stepping back.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he admitted quietly. “Though, you make it sound so simple.”

She shrugged lightly, her expression turning thoughtful. “It doesn’t have to be hard, Commander. Not everything is a battle.”

Zevlor's voice was huskier than he intended as he spoke. "Please, call me Zevlor," he insisted, his eyes flickering down almost involuntarily. The silky straps of her nightgown had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the soft curve of her breasts.

He swallowed hard, trying to rein in the sudden wave of desire that rushed through him. He was a disciplined man, yet standing here in front of her, he felt like an untested youth, vulnerable to the simplest of temptations. All the blood in his body seemed to rush downward, and he shifted uncomfortably, struggling to maintain his composure.

She noticed the shift in his expression, the way his eyes darkened, a smoldering flame rekindled. She didn’t bother to adjust the fallen straps of her nightgown, leaving them to rest where they were, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulders. She gazed at him, daring and playful, silently inviting him closer.

He felt his restraint hanging by a thread. He was so close to her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body, to catch the faint scent of lavender on her skin. 

“I—” He started to speak, but the words caught in his throat. What was he even going to say? That he should leave? That he couldn’t stay here, not with her looking at him like that, not with the memory of her touch etched into his mind? Or perhaps that he wanted to stay, more than anything.

She seemed to sense his turmoil, her smile sweet as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of his armor. “Zevlor,” Serafina said with a tenderness that cut through the haze of his desire. “You don’t have to go.”

Her words were a balm to his frayed nerves, and yet they only added to the tension coiling in his gut. She wasn’t making this easy on him, wasn’t making it easy to be honorable, to be the man he’d always tried to be.

“I do not wish to cross a line,” he said, hesitating as he forced himself to meet her gaze, his eyes searching hers for any sign that he was misreading the situation.

However, Serafina’s expression was open, inviting, and entirely devoid of the rejection he half-expected to see. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a glint in her eyes. “Who says there’s a line to cross?” she teased gently, her fingers tracing the edge of his bracer.

Zevlor’s heart pounded in his chest. Every instinct told him to pull away, to retreat before he did something he couldn’t take back. But another part of him, the part that had been longing for something more than duty and battle, urged him to stay.

“Serafina,” he whispered, her name a plea on his lips, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.

She reached up, her hand tenderly cupping his cheek, and the softness of her touch was his undoing. “Stay,” she whispered back, her voice like a siren’s call. “Just for a little while.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, his restraint shattered, he surged forward like a tidal wave as he brought her into a searing kiss. He found himself gripping her by the shoulders, claws digging into flesh, crushing her against him. Their sharp teeth clicked together in a brief, clumsy collision, but neither seemed to care.

His tail snaked up her leg with a mind of its own, coiling around her thigh in a possessive embrace. Serafina gasped against his lips at the feel of the ridges caressing, teasing, so closely to her throbbing heat. 

Zevlor’s hand tangled in her dark hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose the delicate curve of her neck. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed his lips down the side of her throat, his sharp teeth grazing her with just enough pressure to send a thrill through her. She felt dizzy from the heat of his mouth against her neck, the way his tail tightened its hold on her leg; it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“More,” Zevlor growled against her skin, his voice rough with need. The sound of her name on his lips, spoken in such a gravelly tone, made heat pool low in her belly.

Her hands slid down to the exposed skin at the base of his neck. Wrapping her fingers around the silky hair, her fingers tugged at the ribbon, freeing his hair so that it cascaded around his face in wild, sandy strands. 

Her own tail flicked restlessly behind her as his lips found her collarbone, his sharp teeth scraping lightly against her skin. She gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body arching into him.

“Hells,” she panted, her voice trembling. She wanted more, needed more, and from the way his hands gripped her, she knew he felt the same. 

Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly, one hand gripping her waist while the other slipped beneath her, supporting her as he carried her toward the bed. His tail remained coiled around her leg, keeping her close.

As he laid her down, his armor clinking softly with the movement, Serafina’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in anticipation. He leaned over her, his face inches from hers, and for a moment, he paused, as if giving her one last chance to turn back, to stop what they had begun. But the look in her eyes, the way she reached up to pull him down to her, left no room for doubt.

And then he was kissing her again, his lips pressing down on hers with renewed fervor, more fiercely than before. 

With a single, swift motion, his sharp claws raked through the cloth of her nightgown, shredding it down the middle. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, the soft material falling away in tattered strips, leaving her exposed to his heated gaze. His eyes roved over her as he took in every curve.

“Zevlor!” she gasped as she glanced down at the ruined nightgown, the pieces of her garment now hanging loosely from her shoulders. 

The cool air of the room brushed against her skin, making her shiver. “That was my favorite!” she protested.

Any further complaints were cut off by a soft, involuntary moan as Zevlor’s lips found her throat once more, his mouth trailing hot kisses down the line of her neck. He didn’t stop there, his lips continuing their descent, each kiss igniting a new spark of pleasure as he made his way lower.

When his mouth finally reached her breasts, Serafina couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. His tongue and teeth teasing her sensitive flesh. He took his time, his sharp teeth grazing her skin just enough to elicit another gasp from her. The mixture of roughness and tenderness was heady, and she found herself lost in his touch, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him close.

He reveled in the way she responded to him, her gasps and moans spurring him on. His mouth continued its journey, worshiping every inch of her with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

“Please,” Serafina breathed, her voice quivering with need.

He groaned softly against her skin. His hands slid down her sides as he continued to kiss and nip at her, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh. Each new touch sent her spiraling further into a haze of pleasure, and she could feel her body responding to him, arching into his touch, craving more.

Serafina’s breath came in ragged gasps as his mouth moved lower still, trailing kisses down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The anticipation, the tension, was almost too much to bear, and she found herself trembling beneath him, her body aching for his touch, for whatever he was willing to give.

“Please,” Serafina begged again, her voice a trembling whisper barely audible over the thunderous beat of her own heart.

Zevlor froze for a heartbeat, his flaming eyes met hers. There was something primal in his stare, a hunger so deep and consuming that it was almost frightening. He looked like a man starved, a man who had been denied for too long and was now on the brink of losing control.

His eyes roamed lower, tracing the path of his earlier attentions, and he found himself captivated by the bruises that now marked her. A dark, almost predatory satisfaction curled in his chest.

The urge to claim her warred with the part of him that wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every gasp that escaped her lips. He leaned in closer, his hand moving to gently trace the marks he had left on her neck, a light touch that belied the ferocity that had put them there. 

He let his hand slide down her neck, his thumb brushing against the hollow of her throat where he could feel her pulse fluttering rapidly beneath his touch. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his fingertips was exhilarating, grounding him in the reality of the moment. She was here, with him, and for once, he allowed himself to be selfish.

He lowered himself, his lips following the path his fingers had traced, pressing slow, deliberate kisses against each bruise as if to apologize for the roughness. But the delight in her soft sighs told him she didn’t mind.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, as his hand continued its journey down her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “So beautiful…” 

He needed her to understand, needed her to see that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment of passion for him. It was something more, something deeper, something he hadn’t dared to hope for after Avernus.

She reached up, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “I’m not going anywhere,” Serafina whispered, her words a promise.

A mischievous glint flickered in Zevlor’s eyes, as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, though her curiosity piqued, wondering what he had planned.

Without another word, Zevlor reached for the tattered remains of her nightgown. He tore off a strip of the fabric, its softness and delicacy contrasting with his rugged hands. With surprising gentleness, he wound the strip around her wrists, tying them together in a secure but careful knot.

He raised her bound wrists above her head, his grip unyielding. “You keep them here,” he ordered, his tone clipped and authoritative, every inch the Commander he was.

Serafina’s lips parted in surprise, but a coy smile quickly spread across her face. She bit her lip, heart racing with excitement. “Yes, Commander,” she responded obediently, testing the bonds and realizing just how thoroughly he had secured her. 

Zevlor’s eyes gleamed with approval as he leaned down, his voice a low, sensual purr. “Good.”

He straightened, his hand brushing lightly over the silk binding her wrists before trailing down her body. His touch was slow, deliberate, never ceasing its tortuous path across her thighs. His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns over her skin, teasing her, stoking the fire that burned within her. He was everywhere—everywhere but where she needed him most, and the ache of longing was almost unbearable.

As he positioned himself between her legs, the intensity of the moment seemed to heighten. Her heart raced, anticipation building in every part of her body as she felt the heat of his breath against her most sensitive skin. He didn't hesitate, burying himself between her thighs with a hunger that made her gasp. His nose brushed against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, while his mouth explored her depths with an almost reverent passion.

A deep, rumbling moan escaped from him, vibrating through her body. He was lost in her, his moans and hums filling the air, as if he was savoring every second of it. The pleasure was mutual, shared, his desire for her palpable in every movement. His sharp claws dug into her thighs just enough to keep her grounded, holding her open for him, ensuring she had no choice but to submit.

His tongue moved with purpose, circling, teasing, then plunging deeper, a rhythm that had her breath coming in ragged gasps. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking against his face, chasing the ecstasy he was so expertly delivering.

Zevlor's claws brushed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs as they trembled beneath his hands. He could feel every muscle twitching, every response her body gave to him, and it only fueled his desire. He loved the way she reacted to him, the way her legs trembled with each movement of his mouth, but more than that, he loved the way she opened up for him—completely vulnerable, completely his.

But as much as he relished being caged between her thighs, his head trapped by her pleasure, there was a part of him that craved more—he wanted her entirely open, exposed, so he could see her, touch her, feel every part of her surrender. He pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening, his breath ragged, and looked upon her with a dark ferocity.

His hands slid up her thighs, parting them even wider, ensuring she was completely open to him. He lowered his head again, his tongue flicking against her clit with a precision that had her crying out, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure swirled inside her.

Serafina’s hands, still bound by the strip of her nightgown, clenched above her head as she moaned his name, the sound barely coherent as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she could feel herself unraveling beneath his touch, her entire being consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.

Zevlor intensified his efforts, his mouth working her with a ruthless, unrelenting pace. He was completely lost in her, in the taste of her, in the way her body responded to him so perfectly, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had her completely undone beneath him.

"Zevlor..." she whimpered, her voice a broken plea as she felt herself nearing the precipice, her body trembling with the intensity of it. 

When she cried out his name, her body shuddering with pleasure, Zevlor held her steady, his grip never wavering as he continued to devour her, drawing out every last bit of her pleasure until she was left breathless and spent beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Zevlor barely gave her a moment’s rest before continuing his relentless assault, his tongue lapping at her, driving her sensitivity to unbearable heights. She twitched beneath him, her hands instinctively moved to push him away, seeking a reprieve from the overwhelming sensations. But before she could stop him, his hand was already there, catching her wrists easily in his strong grip.

"What did I say?" he scolded. 

His large hand engulfed her wrists, effortlessly pinning them back above her head.

"Too much," she managed to say between shallow breaths, her body trembling. 

Zevlor’s expression softened for a brief moment, his thumb gently stroking her wrists where his hand held them captive. "Do you wish to stop?" he asked.

“No!” Serafina exclaimed, her voice breaking with urgency. 

Zevlor’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as he moved back between her legs. "Good," he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "Then you will take what I give you."

Without another word, his mouth was on her again, lapping at her with renewed intensity, pushing her back into the devastating tide of pleasure. Her gasp echoed through the room, sharp and desperate, as her body arched involuntarily, her back lifting from the sheets in response to the sudden onslaught. 

Her nerves ablaze, each flick of his tongue building a pleasure that teetered on the edge of pain. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch it, but Zevlor didn’t relent. His grip on her thighs tightened, holding her open and vulnerable, while her body trembled beneath him, caught in the relentless rhythm of his devotion.

“Zev—” she breathed, voice cracking, but the words dissolved into a moan as the pleasure surged again, flooding through her, pushing her higher and higher.

Once he was finally satisfied, he pulled back, lips wet and glistening. With a last, heated glance, he stood, moving away to remove his armor. The metallic clinks of his gear hitting the floor filled the room.

Serafina, her body still recovering, propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight, the way his muscles tensed as he freed himself from the confines of his armor. 

He crawled up onto the bed, his large frame moving with surprising grace as his hands gripped her hips. Slowly, he positioned himself between her legs, his breath hitching as he felt the heat of her body envelop him. With a low growl, he began to push forward, his throbbing member slipping into her warmth. The sensation overwhelmed him, and he had to stop or it would have been over far too soon.

His forehead rested briefly against hers, the weight of his desire battling with his need for control. Breathing through his nose, every muscle in his body taut. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted it to her tied wrists, holding them down firmly against the bed. The other hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands, pulling her closer to him.

Serafina’s whimpers turned into moans when he resumed, his pace was erratic and urgent, as he fucked her into the bed. His thoughts were wild, scattered—he was lost in her, in the way she felt, the way her body welcomed him so completely. The erratic thrusts became more fervent, his ridges dragging along her inner walls, rubbing against that spot which had her gasping, tightening around him with every stroke.

She didn’t seem to mind his lack of rhythm. In fact, every time his body surged against hers, her cries grew louder, her body responding to his every move with an unrestrained fervor. She could feel every bump and ridge as she writhed beneath him, her back arching, her nails digging into the sheets, her face a perfect mask of ecstasy. Her moans echoed in the small room, each sound spurring him on, driving him closer to the edge.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her—her flushed skin, her parted lips, her bound wrists above her head as she surrendered herself fully to him. Every part of her was his in this moment, and it ignited something fierce and possessive within him. He had to have her, all of her. The thought consumed him, twisted inside him like a fire that wouldn’t be extinguished.

The idea of her with someone else, of another man touching her like this, drove him to madness. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. She was his—she had to be.

Zevlor felt her climax wash over him, her body convulsing around him. It pushed him past the point of control. With a final, deep growl, he let go, spilling into her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her skin, as he rode out his release, unwilling to let her go even for a second.

With a soft sigh, he slipped out. His sharp claws made quick work of the makeshift bindings, the delicate fabric tearing away easily. Once she was unbound, he gathered her into his arms, pulling her close. 

She snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. He inhaled deeply, savoring the lavender scent that clung to her skin, now mingled with the heat of their lovemaking. He closed his eyes, committing it to memory, wishing he could hold onto it forever.

"You owe me silk," Serafina grumbled sleepily, her eyes already fluttering closed as exhaustion pulled her toward sleep.

Zevlor smiled down at her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "I owe you so much more than that," he murmured in response. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her sweaty forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if to seal the promise behind his words. 

Carefully, he reached for the nearby blanket and wrapped it around their entwined bodies, holding her close. The weight of his past, his burdens, all felt lighter now in her presence. She was his light, his solace. As her breathing slowed and her body relaxed into his, Zevlor found himself holding onto her just a little tighter, silently vowing never to let her go.

[http-wolfstar]

Hes sooooo mad rn /s

His tail is DEFINITELY not wagging and he's OBVIOUSLY not blushing /s

[pearlsoceanworld]

Could I pretty please request hcs for both the Calculator man and Aalto with an s/o that's like Mortefi?😔 Like dragon like, with a tail and horns and all, cold on the outside, doesn't take any bs but loves them in private sm and the s/o brings them "small things" - either something practical like a compass, weapons, or something silly like a shiny rock lol

Either way thank you for your time!! Mwah

Ngl calculator man made wheeze– anyway, thanks for requesting anon♡(˘ ³˘)♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Calcharo and Aalto x dragon!reader (separate)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Fluff, bullying aalto cuz why not

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅Calcharo⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Both of you are quite similar to eachother, cold and a bit distant, and not showing many emotions on the outside, but in the privacy of your abode, both of you don't shy away from each other opting to lay on the couch as his arms engulfs you and your tail wrapping around his torso as you nuzzle in his neck carefully not to pock him with your horns as the two of you enjoy eachothers company

Calcharo often finds himself with trinkets he never bought or scavenged things like shiny rocks or jewelry and even weapons, not that he is complaining, he treasures everything you give him. He loves buying gifts for you because he gets to see your ears red and your tail swishing in happiness.

Calcharo once accidentally touched one of your horns and was surprised when you let a squeak, which was quite uncharacteristic of you. He obviously apologized after seeing your red face and how your tail wrapped around yourself as you avoided his eyes, which he found pretty cute. He wonders if he touched your horns again(with permission ofc), would you have the same reaction.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅Aalto⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

At first, Aalto would be wary of you because of your cold and distant personality, but after spending time with you, he realized that you are just a big softy on the inside. This man will not stop teasing you to the point that you have to wrap your tail around his ankle and dangle him in the air(he liked it)

Aalto loves it when you gift him trinkets even if they are useless or just some rock he often teases with an annoying smirk asking you if it is a way of confessing your feelings towards him and asks if you see him as your mate to which you deny and say that he is being delusional (he is right u love him so much) . Oh, and he definitely gives you the black shores flower with a wink.

He once touched your horns without asking and got punched in the face, defiantly complained about ruining his pretty face, but one glare from you shut him up quickly. That still doesn't stop him from asking to touch them. You agreed after some time (he gave you the puppy dog eyes). When you guys sit next to each other, he would hug your tail because, according to him, it reduces stress or whatever (you smacked him with later)

Pearl's notes: I hope you guys liked this fic!!!♡

[oikasugayama]

Could I ask for chuuya and dazai (separately) x fem reader where the reader wears a low skirt at work and bends down to get something and how the guys would react? Nsfw ofc

I only did Dazai because I got really carried away, oops. Have 2.3k of unedited, filthy dazai + coworker!reader smut. MDNI!!

You’ve wanted Dazai for quite a while. He’s so hot, and he’s silly, and sometimes he can be really nice and suave. The fact that his eyes linger on you heavily every time you wear a short skirt or a low-cut blouse only make you want him more because it sure seems like he might be interested in you too. You don’t talk to him a lot unfortunately given that he’s not in the office every day, and you’re Kunikida’s secretary, but sometimes he does linger by your desk and chat with you (until Kunikida runs him off), or when the whole office goes out for lunch he’ll sit at your table with you, Naomi, and Junichiro. Once when you were sitting across from each other you even swore that he had to have known that his leg was against yours, forcing your legs slightly wider apart as he slid his further and further toward the outside of the booth. Any time you looked at him while he did this, he would just quirk the corner of his lip up in a smile and turn back to the conversation. There was sexual tension between the two of you, there had to be.

One day you’d had enough of being the shocked one, you wanted to be bold to see if you could get him to break and finally invite you back to his place after work. You put on a button-up blouse that “accidentally” lost its top two buttons, your shortest skirt, a red silk thong that was definitely part of a lingerie set, and you made sure to put on some extra perfume so he’d smell it any time you got near him. Now you just needed the opportunity to get his attention. 

He was late to the office, as always. He casually walked in, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as usual 45 minutes after he was supposed to be there. You say nothing to him, as usual, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention. Kunikida already gave you an uncomfortable glance-over this morning and offered to sew your buttons back on if you still had them--you couldn’t risk him looking at you and seeing the sultry look in your eye when you greeted Dazai.

He saw you, though. Dazai. His eyes locked onto yours as he took his jacket off and slung it over the back of his chair. He very obviously trailed his eyes down to your chest, and you sat up straighter and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, watching him watch you. You weren’t backing down, and he noticed.

Maybe that’s why he declined the offer to go to lunch with the group later that afternoon. You also declined, telling a little while lie to Kunikida that you had plans with friends at a different restaurant, so you’d be leaving in a few minutes to go your own way. Kunikida is sharp, but Dazai is sneaky, and you’d never mentioned to your boss how Dazai’s eyes defile you every time you show a bit of skin. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have ever left you two alone in the office. 

A couple of minutes after everyone was gone, you got up and crossed the room to Dazai’s desk pod under the guise of putting something on Atsushi’s nearby desk. As you approached, Dazai “accidentally” swiped a pencil off the edge of his desk right into your path.

“Oops,” he said lowly. You glance at him over your shoulder and give him a half smile.

“I got it.” Normally you’d squat or crouch down to prevent anyone from seeing your butt, but that’s not the goal today. You have an objective.

You slowly bend over at the waist, reaching for the pencil with your fingertips. You can tell the exact second your panties become visible, because Dazai hisses and leans back in his chair.

“Fuck,” he sighs. Before you’ve even stood back up, his hand is on your ass, pushing the curve of it up from the bottom to make it jiggle.

“Dazai-san,” you say sweetly as you fully stand and turn toward him. You hold the pencil out toward him and he grabs it quickly, throwing it onto the desk. His hands are on your hips then, pulling your skirt up so he can feel your soft, supple skin.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, stilling his hands but holding you in place.

“You first,” you say, reaching out to trace your fingertips along his jaw. There’s a look in his eye you’ve never seen before. A type of hunger you’ve only dreamed about him having for you.

“I’ll fuck you on this desk right now,” he swears in that low, calm voice. It makes you wet just to hear him say such a lewd thing to you.

“You can cum inside,” you coo, and that’s what does it. He stands so suddenly that his chair is knocked backwards with a loud crashing noise. His lips are on yours, kissing you hard and fast and desperate. His hands grope your ass, squeezing and massaging and using the leverage to force you against his body, to feel his hard-on though his pants.

You waste no time fumbling with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants. You unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and shove your hand inside, feeling his cock straining against his underwear. He moans against your mouth, and you let out an involuntary whine. You’ve wanted to hear that sound for so long.

“I’m surprised Kunikida left you alone with me,” Dazai mumbles, pushing you back just a little until you hit his desk and sit on it. He spreads your thighs so he can stand between them, then he starts teasing his long, deft fingers over your clothed heat. “He’s always on my ass telling me not to be inappropriate with you.”

“Oh?” you ask shakily, still trying to feel him up though he’s got you distracted now with his feather-light touches.

“Mmm,” he hums, taking his hands away from you. He pushes his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, and you can’t help but to stare at it. You hoped it would be big, maybe even taken a few long glances at his crotch while he slept unknowingly on the breakroom couch. But it’s even bigger than you expected, and your pussy flutters with anticipation. “I think Kunikida wants to make a proper lady out of you.”

“Proper ladies don’t fuck their coworkers in the office,” you say, pulling your panties to the side. Dazai watches you and licks his lips, giving his cock a few strokes. He reaches forward, slides two of his fingers up your slit and groans.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you admit, leaning back onto your hands. You both moan to some degree when his fingers slide into you.

“The feeling is mutual,” he mumbles back. He gives a few pumps, a few twists, before pulling back out and smearing your slick wetness all over the head of his cock. Then, with urgency, he lines his tip up with your pussy and teases for just a few seconds, collecting more of your natural lube so he can slide in smoothly. 

“Dazai,” you whine, squirming, trying to get closer. He says nothing as he pushes forward slowly, pulling out just a bit, then continuing in until he’s almost completely buried in you.

“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his head down. He can’t stop looking at your pussy taking his cock in. “You’re so fucking hot. God, this pussy is so tight.” You whine and moan, leaning back more until you bump into his computer.

“Get this shit out of the way,” he mumbles, annoyed, as he reaches behind you and shoves stacks of papers and his computer monitor to the side with reckless abandon until you have room to lay on his desk and pull your knees up and to the side. You’re at the perfect level now for him to start drilling you, and oh does he.

The once quiet office is filled with wet squelches and skin slapping skin as he fucks you, holding you by the hips so you can’t slide away from him. He fucks you hard and quick and dirty. He fucks you all the way to the hilt, stuffing you full and letting his balls smack against your ass. You’re so wet that it covers his cock all the way to the base and starts to make a sticky ring against his body. 

“Oh, Dazai,” you moan. “Shit-- Fuck-- oh, you’re so fucking big.” 

“Good fucking pussy,” he huffs out. He reaches up with one hand and starts palming your tit, massaging and squeezing. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna like that, huh? Gonna sit at your desk all day doing work for Kunikida with my cum in your pussy.”

“Yeah,” you whine loudly. You manage to pull another two buttons free and Dazai takes advantage, reaching inside to knead your boob and pinch your nipple, making you moan even more. “Fuck me so good, Dazai. Make me cum, please.”

“Oh, I’ll make you cum, baby, but I’m not done with you yet.”

He pulls out of you then and you whine at the loss of his thick cock buried deep in you. He leans down, pushing your shirt and bra to the side to suck on your tits. He swirls his tongue around, suckling and nipping with his teeth while his other hand tweaks your nipple and massages. After a minute he switches, giving equal attention to the other breast. You take the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling on his hair.

“They’ll be back in fifteen,” you warn him. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Mmm, but there’s so much fun to be had,” he sighs, resting his face in the valley between your breasts. “Do you live in the ADA dorms?”

“No, I have a roommate across town.”

“Tell them you’re staying with a friend tonight.”

He stands up and takes your hands, pulling you up too. You’re afraid he’s gonna stop here, but instead he turns you around, kisses down your neck, and then firmly pushes your shoulders down so you’re bent over his desk. Without another word he lines up with your hole again and enters you quickly. He sets a brutal pace, utilizing long, hard thrusts to make you feel the full extent of his cock. It’s so long and such a nice girth that it fills you completely, stretching your walls so nicely and thrumming against your cervix with every thrust. Once again the office is full of the sounds of skin slapping skin, your pussy squelching every time he enters you, and a steady stream of moans and curses from both of you.

“You’re gonna cum with me,” he says after a few minutes reaching around your hip to feel you up. He finds your clit in only a few seconds and rubs it frantically while still fucking you hard, trying to suddenly overwhelm your nerves to make you cum hard, and fuck does it work.

“Dazai,” you call his name loudly as a warning, whimpering and whining while pushing back against him. “I’m gonna cum, Dazai, fuck, I can’t stop--”

“--Cum,” he commands. “Cum all over this fat cock, princess.”

Your orgasm wracks your body, making your knees shake and your thighs tremble. You cum, slightly squirting, making even more juices squish out of your pussy as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your walls as you cum squeezes Dazai’s cock so good, making him cum too, spurting ropes of his seed deep into you. He stays buried to the hilt, grinding against you, for several seconds after you’ve both worked through your orgasms. When he finally pulls back, he holds you down by your hips so he can watch cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor. He swipes some of it onto his fingers and reaches around, holding it in front of your lips.

“Open,” he says, and you do, sticking your tongue out and taking his fingers in, sucking the cum and other fluids off his fingers. “Good girl,” he says, rubbing his other hand on your ass. After he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he readjusts your panties so they cover your abused cunt.

“You’re gonna leak through your panties,” he says, finally allowing you to stand back up. “Gonna leave a damp spot on your chair by the end of the day so you have a reminder of me.”

“Good,” you say, buttoning your blouse again. “And I’d love to come over tonight, by the way. I’ll tell my roommate not to expect me until late.”

Dazai smiles and finishes tucking himself back into his pants. He also kneels down and uses a tissue to wipe the cum off the floor.

“Only a few minutes left,” he says when he stands back up. “Clean yourself up and get ready.”

“What about your desk? We really messed it up.”

“Don’t worry about it, just go sit at your desk like a good girl.” He presses a firm kiss to your lips then pats your ass so you’ll get moving. He sighs wistfully, climbs on top of his desk, and lays over it, draping himself all the way across Atsushi’s desk as well. Now the mess looks like another dramatic Dazai performance that no one even questions when they come back from lunch.

[venusbby]

haiii idk if ur doing rq but-

can u pls do bllk bois with their kids and wife🙏maybe them attending a game or going out and the public/media recognises them or something and blah blah blah they become the talk of the town cuz of their resemblance or something like that🤷‍♀️idk just a suggestion, it's entirely up to u. i just want some fluffy family moments😭

do whoever u want and can, and it's a-okay if u can't or don't wanna do it😭👍

p.s if u end up doing it can u pls give the kids names🥹

ok i'll stfu now🫶

family time !!

🍂 characters/pairings: itoshi sae, mikage reo, itoshi rin x reader (seperate ofc)

🍂 warnings: ages of the kids are not specified (sorry idk how kids work sorry), nicknames like "ma" and "mommy" and "mom" used for reader, sae is the best hubby ever, reo is spoiling his daughter left and right, rin almost curses (almost!!), mention of paparazzi in rin's part, reader tears up a little at the end of rin's part (not angst, don't worry)

🍁 note: here u go anon!!!! im so so so sorry for making you wait for so long. your idea was adorable!!! i hope this makes up for it <3333 thank you for requesting. also i don't know the first thing about kids. like i genuinely don't know what 7 year olds are like. its so funny. pls help anyways enjoy

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with.... ITOSHI SAE?

"kenji, let's stay quiet."

"but... why? it's morning."

"because your mom is sleeping, and we shouldn't disturb others when they're sleeping."

oh, how difficult it was to keep your lips pressed in a straight line and keep your breath steady— when you could clearly feel two pairs of eyes on your sleeping form. sleeping on your side while facing these two was such a challenge.

sae's voice was incredibly low as he spoke to your son, words coming out raspy from how hard he tried to avoid waking you up. the constant shuffling of your son in the middle of the bed made your hands itch with the urge to ruffle his hair, even when your eyes were closed.

you felt another shift, this time a gentle finger pushing away a strand of your hair behind your ear. you'd recognise the touch anywhere, anyhow.

"ma is really pretty." you heard kenji mumble quietly. (that too at the softest volume ever, because he listens to his father and definitely wouldn't want to interrupt your sleep.)

"she is very pretty," sae sighed, staring at your relaxed face, eyes trailing from your eyelashes to your slightly parted lips as you breathed out. "she works hard for us every day, you know?"

your eyes slightly shifted once he said that, and you hoped he didn't notice.

you heard kenji whisper to his dad. "she's not really sleeping, is she?"

he whispered back to him. "nope, we will just wait until she gives up."

you fluttered your eyes open right after. your son giggled loudly and flung himself in your embrace, dragging the sheets underneath his body along with him. sae usually made the bed afterwards, anyway. "i knew it!"

"good morning, ken." you softly kissed the top of his head, flattening down the wild strands of red hair that became messy due to his weird sleeping positions. while your son gave you a very cheerful 'good morning' back, your gaze shifted towards your husband, who was already staring at you with his lips pressed in a line which almost looked like a small smile. "good morning, sae."

"good morning. we are too smart to fall for your tricks, just so you know." sae took your hand, pressing his lips against your soft skin. "did you sleep well?"

you nodded with a sleepy smile on your face. kenji whipped up his head from your chest to look as well, and he smiled too when he realised that you had gotten the rest you deserved after your long family trip yesterday.

sae calmly shifted out of the bed. he stretched, muscles still sore from how long he had to drive the previous day. he looked back at the cute sight of the two most important people in his life, eyes softening. "hey, ken. why don't you help me cook something for ma? you know what she likes for breakfast."

"i know, let's go!"

you watched sae quietly leave the bedroom with your excited son running after him, right on his footsteps, your heart swelling with love and your face bright with a smile.

for you, this is the best way to wake up.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... MIKAGE REO?

"baby, are you ready yet?" reo asked.

"almost! are you both already done?"

once you wore your earrings, you swiftly turned to look at reo standing in the bedroom's doorway along with your daughter.

as expected, they were completely ready, with reo in his casual (yet obviously expensive) clothes, your lovely daughter wearing a dress which reached below her knees.

a dress that you certainly don't remember buying for her.

your eyes shifted towards the culprit.

"sora, baby, who got you this dress?" your voice was soft, yet your eyes still stayed on the male who didn't show an ounce of guilt on his pretty face.

she noticed your behaviour and sheepishly pointed to her father, her giggles barely contained.

"okay, i did.. just an hour ago." reo admitted, then looked down at sora, a pout on his face. "you promised you wouldn't say anything!"

she shook her head, running towards you. with heels on, you felt so much taller, and your little kid felt so much tinier. you lifted your hand up for a high five, which was returned by sora immediately. "that's my girl."

reo's pout deepened. he walked towards you too. "hey, i deserve a high five too, sora. didn't i play with you while your mommy was busy getting ready?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, making sure your daughter didn't see. she was in her mimicking age at the moment, you would regret it if she rolled her eyes at any and everything you or your husband said.

reo leaned in for a quick kiss that you granted him, "you look beautiful. both of you do."

"you don't look too bad yourself," you mumbled, sending him a wink, which made his heartbeat speed up. even after all these years.

reo snapped his fingers as you all left the bedroom, gaining the attention of your daughter who was focused on fiddling with the material of your jeans. he asked her in hopes that she'd remember, "what are we going to do today?"

"the ball game!"

"it's... it's called football." reo chuckled at her cuteness, letting her tiny hand slip into his as he bent down slightly to carefully walk down the stairs with her. you followed after them, making sure to check that all the lights on the top floor were off before making it downstairs.

"yeah, football! you play that, right?"

"yes, i do! my sora is so smart!"

you smiled unknowingly behind them, noticing your husband's wide grin. you knew how much it meant to him when your daughter showed interest in football. although he wanted her to decide her own likes and dislikes, he wasn't going to let her inherit a company if she didn't want to— and yes, those thoughts are pretty early on since she's still a toddler, but you know that your husband overthinks. he just wants her to like football so she can have a hobby that she likes.

reo and sora continued to walk outside hand in hand, towards the parking lot.

you called out to your husband while checking the house once more, mentally going through the things you carried in your purse just in case you missed anything. "reo, you better not let her choose one of the cars by saying eenie meenie minie mo or else—"

"too late, our ride has already been chosen!" your husband yelled happily from outside, his laugh echoing loudly as you came outside to find your daughter already seated in her favorite car of the day.

"you are so in trouble," you shook your head as you made your way to the car together. your husband shrugged, "let her have some fun, babe. and i'm absolutely fine with being in trouble." he gave you one of those smiles, earning another eyeroll.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... ITOSHI RIN?

"why can't they just leave us the fu- leave us alone when we're with 'kio?" rin huffed, setting down his car keys on the coffee table as you entered the house. your son was already running up the stairs and into your shared bedroom to play with his toys while you and your husband lingered behind him.

"it's alright, rin. calm down." you spoke softly, patting him on the back as you went into the kitchen for a glass of water. he followed. "i just don't get it. we deserve privacy too."

"they weren't bothering us, you know that."

"...i know." he sighed.

"in fact, i just saw an article on the way home. people are going crazy because akio has your eyes, it's so funny." you tried to lighten the mood, succeeding when rin leaned in to look at the article on your phone that you showed him.

he sighed once again, eyeing the picture of the both of you walking on the street with your son in the middle, who had an excited smile on his face while he was looking at you. "he really does have my eyes. and your hair."

you hummed and caressed rin's cheek, soothing him with your quiet voice. "it's no big deal, baby. we can handle the paparazzi."

just then, your son was rushing down the stairs again, blooming with energy from the wonderful lunch you guys had half an hour ago. "i wanna go out again!"

you watched as rin made his way over to akio, seeing him bend down to come eye to eye with the child.

rin observed akio's eyes, finding the resemblance that the public was talking about. a feeling of pride took over his heart. he ruffled the boy's hair. "we will go out again tomorrow. wanna play in the pool for now?"

"only if mom comes too!!"

rin turned his head to look at you, raising his eyebrows in question. he smiled slightly when you nodded and walked towards them.

"of course i'll come! i just need to change. why don't you and your dad go ahead?" you cooed, admiring the two sets of teal eyes that stared at you with admiration and love, akio's being much rounder and bigger than rin's. your husband hummed in agreement.

"let's go, 'kio. i'll give you your favourite floatie."

your son followed after rin as they made their way towards the pool in the backyard, rin sliding the huge glass doors aside to let more of the warm sunlight in.

you knew the pool would calm both of the boys down. it had been a long time since you enjoyed some sun as well. you grinned to yourself as you made your way upstairs to change into some swimming-appropriate clothes, making sure to take some time in order to let akio have some son and father bonding time with his dad.

they were so identical. it was as if a piece of rin was present in akio, and a piece of akio was present in rin. both of them reminded you of each other.

once you came back downstairs, you quietly sneaked a glance towards the boys outside, hearing their muffled voices.

"oh, so you want to play like this?" rin said. the grin on his face made your eyes sting ever so slightly. he splashed some water towards your laughing son who waved his hands around to protect himself from the water.

this is exactly how you imagined rin to be a few years ago, and even though he didn't believe in himself much as a soon-to-be father that time— you knew he had found his safe place now.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hi, I'm new here, don't know if you're still doing requests. If you are can you please write Miguel x fem reader with mirror shenanigans?? Like Miguel makes her watch him fingering her and makes her watch as he pounds into her. Make them really desperate too, this man has me feral

Ofc ofc I can. I make posts whenever requests are open or closed and I put it in my bio so that’s how you’ll know for the future <3

Miguel x f!reader - Mirror

CW: NSFW, mirror sex, fingering, praise, p in v sex, sex with no plot, sprinkle of after care

You shivered, feeling Miguel’s warm hands carress down your sides. “I can barely resist you , Cariño…” He whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low growl as you felt a hard bulge poke against your bare ass. He had you standing here completely exposed in front of your full length mirror. He loved seeing your face in the reflection, seeing your blush and how embarrassed you looked.

Miguel brought his hands back up and massaged your breasts gently, enjoying the little noises you made. A hand stayed groping your soft flesh while the other traveled down. He slid to fingers between your slick folds, earning a gasp as they brushed against your clit.

“Mmm… So wet already. You’re loving this aren’t you?” He teased you as he rubbed circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. You moaned and leaned your head back against his shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction as his fingers made their way to your tight hole. He smirked a little as he spread your pussy lips and made you look at the mirror. “See how wet and desperate you are darling? It’s beautiful.” He placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Miguel please…” You whined. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You gasped as you felt his fingers slide into you, moaning as they stretched your tight cunt. He made you watch as they disappeared inside you, re-emerging before going back in over and over. He loved seeing your expressions, so needy and desperate, and oh so embarrassed to see yourself crumble.

Your back arched as he continued to finger you, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot. His thumb continued to run circles on your clit as he made you fall apart in his arms. You’re unable to look away from your reflection as he brings you closer to your release.

Feeling the familiar warmth in your gut, your hand goes to his wrist to try and speed up his movements. But he’s stronger and keeps this agonizing pace despite your protests, fingers moving in and out slowly, thumb circling at the same rate. You could hold it anymore, every touch sent sparks through your body.

You let out moan as you spilled on his fingers, his pace quickening slightly as you ride out your orgasm. Your face is red with blush as you see yourself come undone just from his hand. He whispers sweet praises in your ear as he pulls his fingers out.

He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick as you watch in the reflection of the mirror. You panted a little and closed your eyes for a moment, only to feel his length suddenly slide between your folds. You gasp and your eyes snap open as you look at the mirror, seeing him slowly rock his hips as his cock is coated in your juices.

You moan as he rubs against your overstimulated pussy, the tip of his cock teasing your hole as it clenched around nothing. “Hm… Already needing to be filled again?” He teases as he slowly pushes into you, urging you to bend over so he has better access. You moan as he enters you, feeling every inch go in.

He lets you adjust before he starts thrusting, slowly in and out while watching your sweet face in the mirror. Your moans were music to his ears as he picked up his speed, making you louder. You tried to quiet yourself, tried putting a hand over your mouth. He didn’t like that. He gave your ass a quick spank before he moved your hand.

“I wanna hear you, amor. Wanna hear your moans and cries as I fuck you.” Miguel growled in your ear as his pace quickened. Soon he was pounding you, the force making your breasts bounce. He loved the sight so much, seeing you so helpless and bent over so cute on his cock. It drove him mad.

He couldn’t hold back as he ravaged your pussy, the speed of his thrusts almost inhuman. His hands moved to your hips, holding tight as he pumped his cock into you over and over, bringing you both closer to the edge.

You moaned and cried as he mercilessly pounded your cunt. A familiar knot started to form in your gut, a thin layer of sweat over the both of you. You could feel the release coming. His hand moved to your pussy, and just a few touches to your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as another orgasm ripped through you, tightening around his cock as you gripped his arm. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. He groaned and his hips stuttered a bit as he spilled inside you. You gasp and moan as you feel his warm sticky fluid fill you, his thrusts never stopping. He kept a slow and steady pace as you two ride out your orgasms, occasionally letting out a grunt or groan when he felt your pussy clench, milking the cum from his dick.

Miguel slowly pulled out once your orgasms finished, placing gentle kisses to your burning skin. He scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom, preparing a nice warm bath to help you both relax.

[xoxoxkisses]

In Proximity

muichiro x reader

desc: muichiro asks reader for help on his English homework. Modern au warnings: not proofread

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“Y/n.” The stern voice brought you back to reality. You recognized the voice, the was Muichiro. You glanced over at him and saw he was walking closer to you. “Hey Muichiro, what it is?” He had his English books with him, you could already tell what this meant. “Can you help me with my homework?” As much as you didn’t want to, you agreed nevertheless. As you nodded at him, he pulled a chair up, but instead of sitting infront of you, he sat beside you.

“What do you need help with?” He flipped open a book and searched for the subject he was having trouble with. When he found it, he pointed at it. “This.” You unintentionally leaned on him, looking at the lesson he was pointing at. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous having you pressed up against him. “Oh! That’s not hard at all, I can help with that.” You smiled at him as you said that, which made his heart skip a beat. He tried to open his mouth, but nothing came out so he just nodded. ————————————————————————

“So that’s basically what that means. Got it?” He nodded at you. You handed him his pencil back, and as you did, your hands made slight contact which made Muichiro suck in a breath.

You had asked him to show you what he had learned from you, and he did. When he got done he asked you to check over it. You had leaned on him yet again, he felt like he was going to turn into a puddle. You saw that his work was correct and smiled, you looked up at him and saw his face was very red. A concerned look washed over you. “Are you okay?” You sat up and brought your hand to his head. “Woah, you’re warm. Do you have a fever?” Muichiro started stuttering. “I-I..no I don’t, I’m fine, I feel perfectly fine.” You still held the concern in your eyes as you stared at him. “Okay, whatever you say.”

After an hour or so, Tanjiro and Nezuko walked in. “Muichiro, we’re ready to go, are you?” He looked at them and back at you. You checked your watch to see it was indeed time to go. “Yeah, I am.” He collected his books and put the chair back where it came from. You had also gotten up to put things away, grabbing your backpack in the process. Before the two of you left, he turned around to thank you. “Thanks Y/n, your lesson helped a lot.” You gave him a warm smile. “You’re welcome, if you ever need help just come to me alright?” He nodded at you. You looked at your watch again. “I must be going, see you later!” You waved back at him as you walked off.

Tanjiro and Nezuko came up behind him. “So, did you confess?” Tanjiro asked him. Muichiro froze as his face and ears turned red. “Crap I forgot.” Tanjiro laughed. “It will be okay, just do it tomorrow or something.” Muichiro nodded at him as the trio began to leave as well.

Muichiro didn’t need the help, he knew exactly how to do that lesson, he just wanted to confess to you, but his nerves stopped him. He would soon though, when he wasn’t so nervous around you. ————————————————————————

hi guys! I’m taking a break from requests rn, you can ofc still send them, but it will take me a while to get to them. If it’s something that I can do pretty quickly I most likely will do it when I receive it. I’m becoming more busy so im sorry if your request doesn’t get made quickly!

[chososchalupa]

hey! i just read your 'dazai and chuuya with a professional pole dancer s/o' and i loves it so much! i can't stop thinking about it. could i please request the same with fyodor and ranpo?(if you're okay with it could you make reader as top/dominant for ranpo?). also is it possible to have a scene(or something) where there is a pole in the living room or bedroom where reader practises now and then? Thank you so much if you choose to write this request!

Thank you!! This is my first time writing dom!reader so i hope you like it! <3

part 1 - Chuuya/Dazai

Dance for me / part 2

MDNI 18+

content,, F!Reader x Sub!Ranpo, F!Reader x Fyodor, pole dancing, orgasm denial in Ranpos, slight overstimulation in fyodors, not proofread ofc, NSFW UNDER CUT!!

wc - 709, 743

Ranpo -

Tonight was the first night your boyfriend was coming to watch you perform. Of course he’d seen you practice around the house and even set up a pole in your bedroom so he could watch as you learned new moves but he’d never been in an environment like this and as you looked out from behind the curtain, you could see your usually cocky and confident boyfriend sitting nervously at a table, a look of shyness on his face. The look on his face made you smile, he looked absolutely adorable tonight.

As you walked onto the stage, you saw Ranpos' eyes light up. He was in awe with the way you moved around the pole. Your eyes remained on his throughout your entire performance, subtly throwing winks at him causing his face to shine bright red under the lights of the club you were in. 

Your shift had finally come to an end as you packed up your belongings and went out to find Ranpo. He stood by the door of the club, looking around for you and gave a big smile once he saw you walking his way.

“You did amazing!” He smiled, as you wrapped your arms around him. 

You gave him a smile back before kissing him gently on the lips, “Let’s go home”

The drive back home went by fast as Ranpo filled you in on his favorite parts of your set, causing you to giggle as you watched how flustered he got talking about it. 

The two of you walked through the door of your shared home hand in hand, Ranpo was so busy talking that he didn’t even realize you were leading him straight to your bedroom. That was until your hands were pressed against his chest, slowly pushing him down onto the bed before climbing onto his lap. 

“Thank you so much for coming tonight, Ranpo” You whispered in his ear, “Let me show you how thankful I am,” You gave a kiss to his cheek before moving to softly nibble under his ear.

A soft moan escaped his mouth as you continued leaving love bites along his neck, your hand slowly making its way to unzip his pants. You sat up quickly, getting off of his lap to undress yourself. Ranpo quickly did the same, removing his pants and boxers to reveal his fully hardened length already dripping with precum.

“All for me?” You smiled, getting back into the position you were previously in.

Ranpo didn’t have time to respond to your question as you wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly stroking him. The sudden sensation caused him to moan loudly as you captured his lips in a kiss.

“Please, more” He spoke, as you pulled away from the kiss.

“More what?” You asked, your hand still slowly jerking him off.

“I want to be inside you”

You smiled, “Well you have been a good boy tonight. I guess I can do that for you”

You carefully lifted your hips up and aligned Ranpo with your entrance, slowly sinking down until he was entirely inside of you. 

You started bouncing lightly, watching as Ranpos mouth dropped open, loud moans filling the room. You began to bounce faster as you felt your own orgasm approaching. 

“I’m gonna c-cum” Ranpo groaned, stuttering slightly as you began to slow down.

“You want to cum?” You asked, coming to a complete stop, your hands pressing against his chest

“Please” He whimpered, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Hmm?” You hummed, tilted your head slightly as you looked into his watery eyes.

“Please let me cum, I’ve been good” 

You clenched around him, causing him to throw his head back at the sensation. “You look so pretty like this” you smiled, beginning to bounce one again. 

“I’m cumming” He groaned, his fists gripping onto the sheets of your bed.

You felt his warm seed fill you as you came along with him, soaking his lower stomach with your own wetness. 

You slowly lifted your hips off of your boyfriend and laid down beside him, cuddling into his chest.

“Thank you” He smiled, “Do you want to go get some snacks?”

You giggled softly at his comment, “Of course, Ranpo. Let’s go”

Fyodor -

You tiptoed into your boyfriend's office, you had finally gotten a day off of work and wanted to see if Fyodor could take a break from working to spend some time together. 

“Are you busy today?” You asked, walking up behind the chair your boyfriend was sitting in, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“As always, my love. Is there something you need?” He asked, glancing up towards you.

“I just wanted to see if we could spend some time together today. I have the day off” You smiled

Fyodor sighed, “I would love to but this can’t wait. I will see if I have the time later today, yes?” He asked, kissing your hand softly

You nodded, “I’ll be in my practice room”

He gave another kiss to your hand before you unwrapped your arms and walked towards the room Fyodor had set up when you first expressed interest in pole dancing. Although he rarely saw you perform, he could see how happy it made you to be able to express yourself in dance and your happiness was most important to him.

You spent the next hour practicing a new routine, you were so focused on getting it right that you didn’t notice the dark purple eyes watching you from the doorway. It wasn’t until you paused to take a sip of water that he made his presence known.

“My, my.” He spoke, causing you to jump slightly as he walked into the room “You are just stunning”

A small blush formed on your face, “Thank you, Fedya” 

He smiled softly, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes widened as you felt the bulge in his pants press against you, “I have some time to spare now. Let us go to the bedroom”

You nodded quickly, following your tall boyfriend towards your shared room. Fyodor carefully laid you on the bed and stripped you of your outfit before removing his own clothes. You watched as your boyfriend's head dipped between your legs, giving small kisses to your inner thighs before he placed a small peck above your clit.

“May I?” He asked, watching you intensely. 

Your hands found their way to his hair as you responded, “Please” 

He dipped his head back down, tongue diving into the wetness between your legs. His fingers slowly pushed inside of you as his tongue circled your clit. You pulled his hair slightly as his movements became faster and faster until you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Are you going to cum?” He asked, lifting his head slightly to stare into your eyes.

You nodded, unable to speak as he fingered you.

He laughed quietly before going back to your soaking cunt. His tongue continued circling and sucking on your clit until you cum over his face. Your hands pulling tightly at his hair.

“So good, my love” He praised as he lifted his head, his lips glistening with your juices.

You closed your eyes as you came down from the high of your orgasm, you were so blissed that you didn’t realize Fyodor had switched position until his hard cock began pressing into your entrance. You moaned softly, keeping your eyes closed as he pushed deeper inside of you.

“So tight” He moaned, kissing your lips as he let you adjust to his length.

He began moving slowly, “You take me so well, moya lyubov’”

You could already feel the knot in your stomach tightening again as he picked up speed, quickly thrusting into you. You moaned loudly, your nails digging down his back. You could feel his cock twitch slightly, signaling that he was close as well.

“Cum” He demanded, his voice deep with lust.

You listened instantly, cumming hard for a second time around him as he continued thrusting into you, Your eyes began to tear up from the overstimulation until you felt his warm seed flood inside of you. Fyodor brought his face down to your neck, muffling the loud moan as he came.

You could feel your heart racing as Fyodor pulled out of you, “I must go back to work now. But I will be done soon and we can spend more time together” He gave a smile before kissing your forehead, “Let’s go get cleaned up before I go back?” 

You took a deep breath as you stood to follow him to the restroom.

 Let’s just say, Fyodor did not end up going back to work.

[tinyidle]

feel much better - jyh

based on, not only coachella, but the aftermath where he poured his heart out on toktoq (🥹). im doing this on a whim from the amount of thoughts that have been going through my head. could have been a network submission but im lazy rn. tagging @strayteezsimp before i forget. wc: 1.9 k

warning: smut, slight angst + fluff, nick-naming (love, big boy, baby, miss), tons of kissing everywhere, teasing (grinding, praise, slight degradation if yousquint), morning sex (fellatio, riding [cowgirl]), unprotected sex ofc be careful irl, implied aftercare at the end, aftermath chellateez!yunho, sub!yunho ft.servicesub(?)yunho, tall!reader yes im catering you girlies for once, fem reader (girlfriend), dom!reader (mainly soft), all fiction ofc

it was the morning, and you woke up to yunho saying 'have a good night, tinys' before ending the live and switching off his phone, sniffling. you were instantly worried, thinking someone hurt his feelings.

"yun, are you okay?" you asked, hand reaching out to wipe his cold cheek stained from his previous tears.

making sure to compose himself for you, he wiped the rest of his stray tears before turning around to answering you. "yeah, im fine."

you weren't having it. "yunho, don't lie to me. your eyes are red, and you're breathing heavy. what happened?"

the man couldn't hold it in anymore as he let the dam break. you immediately went to his aid, cupping his face as you sat up some more from your previous lying position, letting his face rest on your chest as he broke down. "i was telling the live how grateful i was for being in the position im in, especially when i thought many times of giving up."

"shh, it's okay, baby." you coo at him, caressing his head as his cries slowly but surely die down. you did your best to turn his face to yours, wiping away the last of his tears before leaning down to give him a loving kiss. he reciprocated it back, love beaming all over his eyes, fully reflecting your own. "yuyu, listen to me. you made it because you didn't give up. friends family, and fans have supported you and the boys. i loved and supported you since. be proud of yourself, okay?"

the man fully relaxed in your arms now, nodding and smiling when you mentioned how you helped change his life for the better. "okay, thank you, love."

you smiled back before giving him another loving peck on the lips. "besides," you started with a slight smirk," you looked sexy on stage earlier."

yunho's eyes widened as his ears tinged red. "really?"

"of course, baby," you confirmed, moving your hand from stroking his cheek to massaging his scalp, occasionally scratching it the exact way he likes. "it was all over the internet. they wanted to know who my big boy was."

"yeah?" yunho looked up at you with a shy smile. his demeanor was contrary to the sensation that was traveling rapidly to his length. he never means to be this horny this fast, but whenever you give him praise about his visual appearance, he can't help but get at least a bit excited.

"yeah," you reassured, giving his forehead a peck. of course you knew that he was getting hot and bothered from you mentioning the compliments strangers gave him online.

you never minded, though, since you knew that he was only hard because you made it known to him that you agreed with what everyone else was saying. and only you are able to see him in all his visual glory.

trailing a hand from his raven locs to his chest, carefully palming over it as to not scare him by going too far too soon, you asked the question that honestly needed no answer from you: "can i help you feel much better, yun?"

the man almost got lost in your almost fiery touches. it was only in his hair and on his clothed chest, but he was feeling needy for you. with a small clearing of the throat, along with a nod, he gave you the go-ahead, "please, miss."

you grinned before delicately resting yunho's head on a pillow while straddling his lap. you held on to his face above him, adoration all over you before leaning down to show your appreciation through your lips on his. yunho happily kissed back, soon after wrapping his long arms around your torso. unfortunately for you and him, the kiss had to end, with you giving him one last peck on the nose before trailing your kisses down to his jaw.

you gently sucked him there on the right side of it, making the man whimper out. "miss.. m- feels good," he praised you as his arms were now weakly holding on to you, hips grinding onto your pretty still ones. you chuckled at him already crumbling but decided not to tease him any further and simply get to where he needed you most.

wiggling down to his knees, you held onto yunho's waist bands of his shorts and boxers. you looked up at him for permission, and you were met with a small, 'please'. as you pulled his confinement down, yunho's length displayed itself: long, thick, girthy, and veiny-- as if he was edged for hours. it's only been half an hour.

"aww, look at my big boy's needy cock," you cooed at him, holding on to it with great care as yunho shifted from having himself get touched by you for the first time this week. you giggled as you heard your boyfriend whine and lightly buck his hips up, slapping his thigh for being impatient. he huffed a bit, but lay back down as you gently pushed him down.

your legs were hanging off the bed, but you didn't want to be kneeling on the edge of the bed, so you decided to arch your back high as your knees reached your chest while leaning down to your boyfriend's length. the view in yunho's was magnificent: your shorts-covered ass was unintentionally up in the air for him to see, along with your beautiful face close to where he needs relieving the most.

all thoughts about how you looked in front of him went away as you pressed chaste and gentle kiss after kiss to his hard shaft. with every smooch you complimented him. "your dancing captivates many," smooch! "you have the most elegant body known to man," smooch! "despite your caretaking persona, you are a softie, my baby boy," smooch! smooch! smooch! "i love you so so much, yuyu."

yunho constantly said thank you after every line of praise, only moaning loud as your kisses became very sloppy, to the point that you had his tip in your mouth. preparing yourself, you sucked on him deeper and deeper, until there was less than one inch left of him to see that wasn't in your mouth. you shifted yourself a bit to get rid of any potential numbness in your thighs, which only aided to the look of your ass swinging side-to-side for him.

he was close. "mommy, im about to cum! please, let me cum," yunho begged, hips being uncontrollable as the last bit of him was now unconsciously forced in your throat. helping him reach that high, you cup and massaged his balls nearly the same way you do to his scalp. "nngh~" he whined, gasping as his cum caught in your throat when he finally orgasmed. you happily took in every drop, making sure to lick his slit clean of anything else.

however, you weren't done yet. "m-miss?" yunho slightly panicked as he saw you get off him and strip down to nothing. you then tugged on his shirt, to which he took off with slight confusion. sure, it was currently hot in the room, but why not turn on a fan?

you once again straddled your boyfriend, this time on his pelvis, and grinded on him like before. yunho groaned as he felt your wet center reach the base of his re-hardening length. "i want you to make you feel much better in me, and then i would like you to make me cum. does that sound okay, baby?" you suggested as you made a puddle on your boyfriend's lap.

yunho was close to crashing again, but once he heard your proposal, he quickly bobbed his head up and down, saying, "whatever you, want, love."

smiling, you lift yourself up and hold yunho's length to your aching cunt. slowly getting down, you feel his head piercing through your hole. despite the dull to semi-fiery burn, you kept going down until you sat completely down on your boyfriend's length. after getting yourself together, you looked at yunho to see how he was doing.

"how's my, mmh, baby doing down there?" he was fucked out, to say the least. his mouth was unironically open, his breathing was shallow and his length was repeatedly pulsing inside of you. meanwhile he was feeling you squeeze him in the best way possible, your thighs heating up his own as they almost meshed together with the heat of you both.

it took him a while before he could reply to your inquiry, "feels very good, mommy. you're so tight-- draining me."

"oh really?" you smirked. you knew that staying in this position would torture both him and you, but you did want to have some quick fun with him. kneeling above him with him still inside of you, you swung your hips down on him, slamming yourself down. you held in a shriek as you unintentionally reached deep inside of you.

yunho, however, hiccupped with a high-pitched squeal from the impact, tugging onto the sheets next to him as he watched you. you soon enough found a rhythm that would help your legs not burn, while your boyfriend's face was burning from the amount of passion you put into every one of your slams on his length. after a while of you bouncing, you went all the way down and squeezed yourself on him the best way you could. hearing the man whine and groan, you whispered in his ear, "cum for me, baby boy."

and he did. you continued to lightly bounce on his still-hard length as he came inside of you. you stilled as you felt the last of his fluids enter you. gasping and whimpering, he held onto your hips now, very ready to have you fall apart on him. "please, miss," he pleaded, eyes now glossy from you still squeezing around his length as you grinded on his length, "please let me fuck you. wanna make mommy cum."

if not for you wanting to release, you would have teased the living daylights out of him. instead, you rested your head onto the crook of yunho's neck, kissing the area behind his ear before whispering, "make mommy cum, baby boy."

gripping the area between your hips and ass, yunho found wat little strength he had left in him to hoist his lower self up, knees bent as your feet almost touched his. you were only a few centimeters shorter than him, but it sometimes felt a bit off to be doing positions like this unless it's initiated. yunho, being desperate to get you off yet too tired to fuck you any other way, thrusted himself up into you repeatedly, causing you to actually shriek this time.

"fuck, yunho. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cried out on his neck. he was directly hitting your sweet spot with quick succession this way, causing you to try and squeeze him with every thrust in you can. yunho was falling apart just as quick as you were.

with one final thrust, you orgasmed, repeatedly praising yunho with how well he could use his endowment. he was also cumming once more, a very sobby cry as he continuously thanked you. "mommy's the best, i love your pussy so much-".

thankfully today was a rest day, so all that you two could do is clean up, cuddle each other, and possibly have a round 3 in the evening.

literally listened to 'carnival' by ys (kanye west and ty dolla $ign) while making this, which has the famous line she ride the dick like [a] carnival. kind of fitting if you ask me

[trsrina]

zerobaseone maknae line reactions to when you indirectly kiss

gn reader, f2l? crush au? kinda idk, fluff wc: ~1.6k

!! mentions of food, not proofread

ricky

- you and ricky are close friends but there’s that underlying tension that wasn’t left unnoticed by everyone around you

- ricky is so obviously in love with and you are so obviously in love with him too, just both of you not daring to do anything about it

- one hot summer day, you and ricky went to get ice cream and although ‘young and rich’ insisted to pay for your ice cream, you convinced him to buy the two scoop ice cream and share it bc it was cheaper than placing two separate orders for one scoop of ice cream each

- ricky chose strawberry ofc and you chose your favourite flavour. your ice cream came in one single cup as expected and you were only given one spoon, when the worker handed it to you they said, “enjoy the ice cream! you’re such a cute couple,” and before you could even deny it, ricky said thank you for you, snatched the ice cream and dragged you away to a booth

- and you were like, “what was that for?” and then ricky just shrugs and says, “just because,” and you’re like ???

- “oh wait, they only gave us one spoon. i’ll go get another one,” then before you could get up, ricky ,who was sitting across you, gently grabbed your arm to stop you from getting up and you looked at him in confusion

- “we can just use the same spoon, right?” when he said that, your cheeks immediately lit up into a bright red, him only smirking slyly knowing his effect on you even though he himself had to build up a lot of courage just to say that

- ricky jokingly tried to feed you, “open up. here comes the airplane,” and you were literally staring at him like wth and hesitantly taking a bite and looking down in bashfulness

- but the moment it occurs to him that both of you used the same spoon, basically indirectly exchanging saliva (ew) and kissing, he started getting really shy and you could tell by his red ears. he would try to hide his gleaming smile by looking down and avoiding your eyes, and you having the enjoyment of seeing the usual sly and confident ricky being so blushy all because of you

gyuvin

- okay but gyuvin bringing you on a (friendly) boba date after school like him literally dragging you to the nearest boba place and enthusiastically skipping around as you walk there

- then gyuvin places his usual boba order, “100% sugar and less ice please,” someone stop this man before he gets diabetes, he seems like the type to order 100% sugar for his boba every single time and you’re like what is wrong with you

- when you get your bobas, gyuvin is already happily sipping away his sugary drink, you being curious as to how sweet it tastes and so you asked him, “can i have a sip? please?” trying your best to persuade him with your best puppy eyes as much as you were cringing, annoying gyuvin was your favourite pastime

- “no! it was very expensive and you already made me pay for yours too! drink your own,” gyuvin pouted as he turned his back against you, hiding his drink as you try to reach for it behind his broad shoulders

- while you were walking home together, the previous situation long forgotten, you took the opportunity to sneak a sip when he wasn’t looking. “oh my god! look! there’s a cute puppy!” you pointing at a random direction and the naive gyuvin turns his head around to look for the said ‘puppy’. you instantly took a sip of his boba and the moment he realised what you were doing, he turned his head to you with betrayal written all over his face and his jaw dropped at your actions

- that was until he realised that you basically indirectly kissed since your lips touched the same straw that touched his and then his jaw dropped even more, gasping loudly and putting his hand over his lips, almost dropping his drink if not for your fast reflexes, grabbing it before it hits the ground

- then you’re like “why are you so dramatic? come on! i just took like one tiny sip,” proceeds to take another sip while glancing at gyuvin innocently as he blushes furiously and butterflies burst in his stomach like y/n bro it’s not just about the boba dude it’s a lot more than that

- “i mean like whatever, drink it all you want, i don’t care,” like what’s with this switch up? a minute ago he was desperately hiding his drink from you and now he’s putting on this nonchalant act. you just shrug and hand him back his beloved drink, skipping away, leaving him starstruck behind and urging him to hurry up as he stands there, mind blank and heart eyes gazing at your figure

gunwook

- you were having lunch with gunwook on the rooftop together as always. just the two of you in your own little world and you both often shared your food but today, you were having a sandwich so you didn’t bring any utensils

- “that looks delicious! can i have a bite? you can have a bite of my sandwich in exchange,” and when you were reaching for his lunchbox, you realised you didn’t have any utensils, “oh, can i borrow your spoon? i don’t have one,” gunwook’s mind went blank for a second before he nodded enthusiastically, heartbeat increasing and becoming giddy with the thought of you using the same spoon he previously used, he thought it was very romantic (he has a huge crush on you but you’re oblivious to it)

- and then it processed in his brain. you using his spoon? the same spoon that went in his mouth? basically exchanging saliva? basically kissing? i don’t think this boy can handle it anymore, looks like he’s about to black out and he freaks out on the inside like he’s about to kick his legs giddily like a school girl in love but controlling himself and regaining his composure, pretending as if it was nothing

- “mhm! your mom’s such a good cook. this is really good,” you complimented with your cheeks full of food, savouring the food cooked with love as you grinned cutely at gunwook who’s trying so hard to calm down his fast-beating heart, trying not to squeal at the adorable sight of you

- and then you add fuel to the fire by asking him, “oh! do you want a bite of my sandwich? i already took a bite if you don’t mind?” you offered him your sandwich, your hands stretched out to hand him your sandwich and he hesitantly grabbed it from you, taking a small bite out of the half-eaten sandwich

- bro is about to get a heart attack he chews the sandwich happily and smiles at you with his puffed out cheeks stuffed with food, he looked like a cute little hamster in your eyes and so you ruffled his hair, further worsening his case and making his heart beat even faster

yujin

- you and yujin were playing football together and both of you sweaty and exhausted from the brutally strenuous exercise, collapsing on the grass as you laid beside each other, both of you turning your heads to the side to face other, smiles automatically appearing on both of your faces as you look into each others eyes, the prolonged eye contact making butterflies bloom in both of your stomachs

- and when the both of you sit up to reach for your water bottles, you realised it’s completely empty and seems like you’ve already chugged all your water supply. upon noticing this, yujin contemplates for a second if he should do what his gut is telling him to do. his brain’s telling him that he’s going to make things awkward but his heart is encouraging him to go for it.

- his eyes dart from your frustrated figure to his water bottle and so, he gathers the courage to stretch his arm towards you, offering you his somehow still half full water bottle, “here, you can drink mine if you don’t mind it,” his hand which was previously supporting himself on the grass automatically moved to behind his neck, slightly rubbing it and his head facing the ground, looking down and avoiding your eyes, not wanting to face cruel rejection

- “are you fine with it? i don’t want to drink all your water,” you tried to reject but yujin insisted, “seems like you need it more than i do. it’s alright. i just have better stamina than you do,” yujin tried to play it off cooly by joking with you and so, you drank the water graciously, gulping it down like it was an oasis in a desert and honestly, he doesn’t mind at all because you are much more important than his water

- but the thought of indirectly kissing through drinking from the same water bottle, your lips touching the mouth of the bottle which was also touched by yujin’s, crossed his mind, and his cheeks instantly flared into a vibrant shade of pink and to hide that, he pretended to wipe his sweat with the collar of his shirt, hiding his reddened cheeks under the shirt

- let’s just say yujin couldn’t sleep peacefully that night because every time he closed his eyes, the scene of you indirectly kissing him and your lips on the mouth of his water bottle appeared in his head, constantly raising his heart rate and he would never let you know that you made him kick his feet like a lovesick romantic

[im-am-not-a-weenie]

Could you do some head cannons with Charles too? I love him sm but I never see much stuff about him. It’s okay if not!!! <3

Ofc I can I wanted to write for him at some point I hope this Alr and my writing fits him

(I made Dutch speak like foghorn leghorn…bc I could)

(But Rhys these are tough cowboys they don’t blush…..THEY WILL TODAY)

mostly Gender neutral reader but fem pronouns for Arthur

Not beta read

Arthur, John, Sean, Dutch, Charles

🍓The first “I Love You’s”

🍓Arthur Morgan

Technically he said the first “I love you.”

It was over the silliest thing too.

It was nearing nighttime and as the sunset you went out to find your cowboy.

And of course, Arthur was over by the horses.

Wanting to surprise him you walked slowly and careful signaling anyone who gave u questioning looks to be quiet.

You could hear Arthur talking to someone but you couldn’t quite make out who, but the closer you got you noticed that he wasn’t talking to a person, but the horses.

You stopped to take in the scene watching him brush one of the horses.

“That girl of ours is mighty fine don’t ya think” You waited a bit longer not wanting to interrupt the soft moment you had caught Arthur in as he spoke again, “I think I’m in love with her.”

Your eyes went wide, did you hear him right? He said love a smile appeared on your face.

“I think she loves you back” Arthur’s head snapped towards you and his face went red, part of the reason was being caught talking to the horses and the other half for you saying you loved him back.

One moment he’s by the horses he’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“I love you doll.” “I love you too Arthur….but your crushing me”

🍓John marston

Not really surprising but you said the first “I love you”

That’s just because John is a little oblivious. I took him months until he could finally get the hint that you were flirting with him and even then you still had to make the first move

You sitting by the fire, taking in the night sky when

“Mind if I join you” you looked over to see John walking towards the spot you claimed for the night

You shook your head and moved over and patted the spot by you “not at all”

He was probably about only a couple feet away and he still managed to catch his foot on a rock and came tumbling down. He fell with a “SHIT” and landed with and “oof”.

He landed right by you and you started to laugh “hey what’s so funny”

Still giggling you shook you head slowly and gave him a found look “oh John marston, I love you”

This caused him to smile “really?”

“Yeah, really” forgetting that he has on the ground you gestured to the spot beside you “you gonna stay on the ground for the rest of the night?”

With this he scrambled to the seat next to you, and pulling you into his lap

Resting his head on top of yours he sighed out “I love you too

🍓Sean MacGuire

You said it first

As we all know Sean’s love language is teasing, and that meant sometimes he’d accidentally hurt your feelings

And that’s exactly what he did

“Well fuck you too Sean” you said storming off. You know it was meant to be a joke, you and Sean poke fun at each other all the time but time he went a little too far

“Wait, love, I didn’t mean it” Sean was chasing after you “it was s’posed to be a joke

You turned around to face him with tears in your eyes “no Sean…just leave me alone for a while…please” that broke Sean’s heart he was supposed to make you laugh not make you cry

“Yeah okay” with that he watched you walk away hanging his head he walked the other way not wanting to upset you even farther

“What’s got you all upset?” “I’m not in the mood Arthur”

Arthur took a seat next to Sean “c’mon now kid something has to be bothering you.”

Sean sighed “I might’ve taken a joke too far”

Arthur shook his head “And did you use this joke on your one and only?” Sean nodded “And what exactly was this joke?”

Sean looked around and then whispered something into Arthur’s ear, the others eyes widened and he took is hat off and smacked Sean with it

“Dagnabbit MacGurie you better march oh over there and apologize before it’s too late” “but-“ “NOW”

Sean for up and quickly went to find you, he found you sitting by a tree with your head in you hands

Sean came over and sat by you “I’m…sorry love…I didn’t mean to take the joke that far”

You sniffled “yeah I know, it just hurt my feelings y’know”

“Come here “ you moved to lean on him

“I hate you.” “No you don’t.” “No I don’t.” “Ya love me really.” “Yeah I do .”

He held you closer “I love ya too”

🍓Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch said it first, and of course, it was as dramatic as he is

You both are in his tent laying on his bed

“Y’know what my dear” he proclaimed randomly that night

This made you move to your side propping up your head up with your elbow “yes Dutch?” Not bothered by this because this is how he was

“I do believe I am in love with you”

This made you sit up completely “what?” Looking at him is disbelief “Dutch you can’t just say things like that”

“And why not?” He sat up too “I’m in love with you and I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about it”

“You really mean that?” and Dutch took that as a challenge

“i do declare I'm in love with you" he said as he grabbed you're face and peppered it with kisses. "i will shout it on top of rooftops if that makes you believe me"

you giggled at this "you practically already are Dutch"

"i can be louder if you'd like" outside you hear the groans of the others in the camp and a collective of "no's"

you are both sent into a fit of laughter as you calm down you settle back onto the bed.

"i love you too Dutch"

Dutch laid down and pulled you closer.

🍓Charles smith

You said “I love you first”

Only because Charles wasn’t the best at talking about how he felt, so he would show you

His love language is gift giving, not all his gifts where big and extravagant, but they where mostly just things that reminded him of you

And I’m this instance it was a flower

You were waiting for Charles to get back from his lastest job. You haven’t seen him all day but your not extremely worried sometimes you two wouldn’t See each of days, but that’s how it goes when your in the great Van Der Linde Gang

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of horses riding into camp. And there he was

You ran up to him just as he was getting off his horse and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss

“Hey there lover boy” you said still hanging off of his shoulder “miss me”

He leaned down to capture your lip into another kiss and hummed into it “always” the two of you stood there like that for a minute. Not minding the rude look Micha was giving the both of you

“I brought you something back” this made you look up

“When do you not?” He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to dig through his saddle bag

“I hope it’s not to squished i tried to be careful” he handed you a light blue flower.

“Oh Charles” you couldn’t get over how sweet he was

“It made me think of you” he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck

“It’s beautiful I love it” looking back at Charles you added “I love you”

“I…I love you too” and with that you returned to the embrace you both started in, but this time you both held on a little tighter

Hey guys….it’s been awhile anyway I hope you liked it, it’s pretty obvious but it wasn’t beta read but I hope it’s not too hard to read I’ll probably go bad and edit it later if I feel like to, thanks to everyone still reading and liking my stuff it means a lot , love y’all 🍓

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a maid's folly - chapter 8.

dark aemond x maid ofc

minor aemond x floris baratheon work is 18+, minors do not interact, lest ye be smited.

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summary: a new maid from the Vale arrives at the Red Keep during a tumultuous time and becomes ensnared in the One-Eyed prince's web.

we're in the home stretch y'all! after this is the epilogue and then this story will be at an end! thank you for sticking with me through my second fic ever and my (hopefully) first completed one.

this chapter may seem a bit rushed in places but i promise its for a reason! aemond going through the grief of losing rosemary and it is taking a huge toll on him to a point where he really isn't living, but rather, living his life through snapshots. i hope i exemplified that correctly!

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut, power imbalance, religious guilt, dark Aemond, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, Aemond being a touch starved weirdo, possessiveness, jealousy, this is going to be ANGSTY

(don't fear) the reaper - blue oyster cult • its been so long - the living tombstone

Death was an odd thing for Aemond. He’d never experienced it really, not in any capacity specific to him. 

The death of Laena Velaryon changed his life in many ways, technically, but the idea of her death, her corpse floating to the bottom of the sea to become fish food didn’t stir any emotions within him.

But now— that feeling… It was odd.

“Brother, there’s been an accident,” Helaena had said. 

The next words that came from her mouth were garbled as his ears rang, a high pitched throbbing echoing through his skull. He must’ve said something alarming, as Helaena, who usually didn’t wish to touch or be touched, wrapped her arms around him as his legs failed, wobbling like a newborn fawn’s. 

He didn’t really hear much of the substance of what Helaena said– there was no way around it: Rosemary was dead. She was… dead? Dead.

“Her… body? Her belongings?” he muttered, his one eye glassed over in a wet film of tears. Gods, when was the last time he cried? 

“Burned. They found her… charred near flea bottom. She’s gone to the field– away from the rats and stags…” 

“Flea bottom? W– what was she doing there?” Rats and stags?

Helaena shook her head.

“I want her things– all of them. Have them brought to my chambers.” he grunted, unlatching himself from Helaena’s hold and beginning to pace. He looked over, seeing her discarded nightgown and swiftly picked it up.

The servants gave odd looks once all of Rosemary’s things were cleared out of her chambers and brought to Aemond. They looked at him knowingly– but he couldn’t care. The opinions of sheep meant nothing to a dragon.

His chest clenched as he thumbed over a blue blanket, Rosemary’s ever familiar scent entangled into the fibers of the quilt. Aemond didn’t know much about Rosemary’s mother and only scarce details she shared about the Vale, but something about the blanket resonated within him. Sitting near the dying light of the sun as it receded over the horizon, he traced the stitches outlining the depictions of little lambs and nightingales, flitting near the moon and stars, braided into an image that felt so very much like her. 

He expected her to slip through the passageway any moment now, murmuring apologies about her lateness and throwing herself into his open arms, peppering kisses along his skin– 

She couldn’t just be dead, could she? They were plaited within one another’s being, he hadn’t asked her for a dance at a ball, nor taught her how to properly wield a blade– he didn’t even have the chance to introduce her to Vhagar, to take her flying. Aemond imagined her face, lips parted in awe as they would skim the stars above the clouds. 

He wanted to share all of it with her, share more parts of him that he thought were recused so dreadfully far into the depths of his chest– he wanted to know her better. He should’ve gotten to know her more, know every freckle and stretch mark on her body and be able to map them without eyes, able to discern what she was thinking just by the wrinkle of her nose. 

He just needed more time– more time with her, to know her more. It was already such a beautiful thing to be so intimate with someone like they had been, but there was a block. A small barrier that kept them from being linked wholly and irrevocably. 

Not the sort of walls Aemond had within himself, no– those were self-imposed, defense mechanisms against further toil to his psyche, erected ever since Driftmark. Rosemary had a barrier that wasn’t of her own volition, but rather circumstances that she was dragged into. He placed her quilt onto his bed for the time being, eye roving around the room in thought. 

His eye landed on a vase near the corner of the room. It was filled with wilting, ugly, yellow flowers. They had been bright and sprightly just days before, shoved into his hands by his wife-to-be. Not his Rosemary, of course– Floris.

Floris.

Floris.

Brow furrowed, he walked to the flowers, plucking one of the petals and snapping it between his fingers. It left an ugly, powdery yellow-brown residue. 

The barrier revealed itself. 

–

Floris was sitting in her solar, feeling elated. The wedding was coming up soon and everything seemed to be perfectly aligned– not more bumps, hitches or maid-shaped indiscretions. 

She leaned back in her chair relaxing for a mere moment before the door flew open, causing her to jump. Her eye caught a flash of white before he was in front of her, kneeled down, clenched fists on either side of her chair.

Aemond, her betrothed. His hair was a mess, his one violet eye wild.

“Hello, my betrothed,” he hummed. Heat broiled off of him like a roaring fire, the veins in his neck popping, his vessels running through his calloused hands thrumming. “I’d love to have a chat with you.”

Floris backed up on her chair, her throat going dry. “A-Aemond– this is highly irregular,” she stammered, her tongue feeling heavy and thick in her mouth. “What… would you like to chat about?”

He shoved back off of the chair, sending it and Floris skidding backwards. “I’ve heard that my poor sister’s handmaiden, she was so beloved by Helaena, has passed,” he began to pace, his arms behind his back, fists clenching and unclenching with barely contained rage, “That is quite sad, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes, quite.” Floris whispered, her gaze going to her hands. 

“Look at me.” he stopped his pacing, his one eye trained on Floris as she avoided his sight.

“... Aemond– you must… understand,” she continued, “... please.”

“Look. At. Me.” he was upon her again, standing this time, like a foreboding cloud. He just needed to look into her eyes and he would know– no need for a trial, no need for a jury or judge. Merely an executioner.

Her head raised, blue eyes meeting his one violet. They were rimmed with tears, her pupils looking like maddened slits. “I-I had to!”

It was all the confirmation he needed. His hand slammed forward, a dagger sinking into the velvet of the chair backing, just an inch from Floris’ head. “Tell me what you’ve done.”

“It… it wasn’t me– not… not all of it, truthfully,” she admitted, her voice marred with choked sobs.

“You’re pathetic,” he spat, “Tell me, who was the intelligence in your little scheme, since it obviously wasn’t you– you don’t have the gall.”

Floris’ throat bobbed as she cried, “T-That horrible man– L-Larys Strong. B-but, I didn’t… I didn’t kill Rosemary– I just… wished to scare her away. If she’s dead– it was his doing!” 

Aemond stared at her for a long moment, unblinking. “You will leave, Floris. You will leave the keep and go back to your father, tail tucked between your legs. Remember this, I am merciful in this only, consider yourself more lucky than Larys,” he backed up, dislodging the blade from the chair, lifting up Floris’ sobbing face by the chin with the point of it, “You will leave and speak nothing of this– if I ever even hear a whiff of her name coming from your mouth, I will kill you. I won’t grant you such a kindness of life again,” he nicked the soft skin of her chin, small drops of blood beading. He stowed his dagger and walked towards the door, “Consider this betrothal dissolved.” 

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The Keep was bustling with activity for the week after Floris’ sudden departure – rumors swirled of her getting cold feet, her integrity as an intact maiden coming into question, and that she was fraternizing with Larys Strong. 

Larys, having caught wind of this, had some foresight that his nefarious doings had been uncovered. He returned to Harrenhal, effectively escaping Aemond’s retribution. Aemond was a bit agitated at the rat slipping through his fingers– but there was always time. Harrenhal was only a dragon’s ride away, he would get his soon enough. 

It all felt like a blur to Aemond, the tumultuous months after Rosemary’s death. Rhaenyra’s arrival, the trial, the execution of Vaemond by Daemon, the dinner, the toast– his father’s death, his brother’s crowning. Helaena woke up screaming many nights, demanding that the tunnels be guarded more sufficiently and she didn’t go anywhere without an escort– it was obvious to Aemond that she’d seen something that frightened her deeply. 

Aemond was to be an envoy for his brother’s cause– or moreso, his grandsire’s. Anyone with eyes could see that Aegon didn’t wish to be King, nor was fit for it. Flying to Storm’s End– he wished that his grandsire would’ve sent someone else instead. He had already disgraced himself to Borros Baratheon, and had no desire to see Floris again. 

It was raining, as was typical of the Stormlands. Vhagar growled uneasily underneath Aemond. “Umbagon gīda, uēpa riña,” he murmured, reaching up to pat her scales. Keep calm, old girl. “Nyke ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot sagon kesīr, tolī.” I don’t want to be here, either.

He landed outside of the ramparts, quickly seeing why Vhagar had been agitated. A small, adolescent dragon was fidgeting anxiously in the courtyard leading up to the castle. He didn’t recognize it, but guessed it was likely one of Rhaenyra’s brood. 

Stepping into the building, he saw him. Little Lucerys Strong– or Velaryon, if he was to be proper. 

“Prince Aemond,” Borros, the damnable oaf he was, shouted, “I assume you have come to ask for my banners for your brother, have you? Seems that Prince Lucerys has beat you to the punch, I’m afraid.”

“Ah, did he now?” Aemond hummed, his arms behind his back as he glared at Lucerys– who was no older than sixteen, “May I remind you that it ‘twas my brother, Aegon, who was crowned before the masses in the Dragonpit? My brother, the King Aegon, who wears the conqueror’s crown, bears his name and wields our ancestral blade Blackfyre?” 

Borros grunted. “That is all well and fine– but what is House Baratheon to do with Valyrian names and titles and swords? I can’t very well pick my teeth with Blackfyre, now can I? What do you have to offer to me? I suggest you speak quickly, as you’ve already disgraced my house once by sullying my daughter’s reputation.”

Anger seethed within Aemond, his fist clenching and unclenching. “We have my brother, Daeron, to offer as an option for betrothal to one of your daughters.” 

Lucerys shifted uneasily next to Borros, his hands fiddling with a piece of parchment.

“Lucerys has already offered himself and his brother, Jacaerys, to marry two of my daughters. Your brother, Daeron, is no older than fourteen. One of my daughters could marry Jacaerys within a fortnight– even if Daeron was older, how am I supposed to know that your side of the family won’t spurn us once again?”

Fucking hell. 

He felt shamed by the boar Borros– all the while, Lucerys couldn’t help but to stifle a chuckle. Just as he did at that damnable dinner. He felt his blood boiling and he had to stifle the urge to mount Vhagar and burn this castle to the ground.

The next hour was a blur. He remembers mounting Vhagar after Lucerys mounted his little whelpling– he remembers… the storm, the droplets feeling like shards of ice against his skin. His heart was beating in his ears, his taunts in High Valyrian to the boy prince sounding like echoes from someone else’s mouth. He felt like a puppet to his own savagery, the entire chase pulling from something animalistic and cruel within him, like the song of a swinging blade.

It was a sickening sound, truly. The sound of Vhagar’s jaw snapping that poor hatchling to pieces, little Lord Strong scattered over the bay. It was a sound Aemond wouldn’t forget. 

He had to imagine that Rosemary was ashamed of him, wherever she was in the afterlife, if there at all.

–

Aemond had become a shell of himself, two years of the war passing by like granules of sand filling an hourglass. The humanity of him recused back behind those walls once more, his body working through the autonomy of the primal fire that coursed through him.

He didn’t feel alive. 

He wasn’t, really.

Quite a few assassination attempts on the Red Keep were thwarted from Helaena’s plea for increased security. Guilt swirled in Aemond’s gut– it was repercussion. Punishment for what he’d done, what Vhagar had done.

He went into a self-imposed exile to Harrenhal, citing it as a military strategy to hold the fortress– but in reality, he felt he was a dead man walking. He may as well add the ghosts and curses of the ancient stronghold to his list of crimes.

The only moment of clarity he’d had was when he executed Larys. Aemond dragged the crippled man from his hiding hole in Harrenhal, and let Vhagar’s flame bathe him. It wasn’t a sizable meal for Vhagar, but satisfying nonetheless, for a moment– before he felt nothing once more.

The witch– Alys. She flitted around Aemond, whispering in his ear like a buzzing fly. He did lay with her, but would never spend inside of her. It felt like he was just going through the motions, trying to stoke a fire within himself that was long snuffed out. She didn’t feel anything like Rosemary– she was bony in all of the places where his Rosemary had been soft. After they would couple, he would send her away before she even had a chance to wipe herself off.

At night, he dreamed of her. Rosemary. Her warm hands cupping his face, murmuring sweetness to him, like a siren’s song, like the call of the void.

Then Daemon came upon his ugly bloodwyrm. 

A duel, then. 

“We’ve both lived too long, uncle.” he shouted, mounting Vhagar. 

“On that, we agree. You’ve lived too long since you killed Lucerys in cold blood.”

“Mayhaps I will arrange a meeting for you two, then, uncle?” 

It was a battle of gnashing teeth and flames, the glint of Dark Sister seen– 

His death, he was staring it in the face. His death had a face, too– Rosemary. She whispered in his ear every night that they would soon be together. This must’ve been it, her ghost telling him of their reunion soon to come.

He opened his arms, welcoming his uncle’s thrust of his blade– 

Darkness.

It was cold, cold… waves washing over him like he was bobbing across the surface of the lake.

Rosemary– where was she? Was he dead? Please, let him be dead. Let the nightmare be over.

The washing of waves came over him more, the tide ebbing and flowing over his body, pushing him. His head throbbed and he couldn’t move his arm– his extremities were cold, but his head… felt lighter. 

Opening his one eye, it was clouded in red. Red. Oh, good. He’s gone to the Hells. 

“Ser?” a voice called, sounding so far away. “Oi, Mare, come help me. He’s bleedin’ out.” 

“Gods, he ain’t look too good, Jon. Think he’s gonna kick the bucket before we even get ‘em off the stones.” 

“Leave… me…” Aemond somehow croaked out, his voice sounding like he had gargled rocks. “I’m meant… to be… dead…”

“Seems fate got more in store for you, lad,” one of the men said, “I’d be damned by the Seven themself if I leave you here to die on the shore. I ain’t going to Hell without trying, eh?”

Aemond felt two pairs of arms lift him up, their murmurs coming in and out of focus. 

“We’re gonna get ya to the town tailor, lad. Ain’t no maester from the citadel, but she can right a stitch better than any– and ya needin’ a stitch or two. Miss Marigold will fix you right up.” the other said, still not totally convinced.

The jingling of a bell was heard– all Aemond could see still was red. “Marigold! We’ve got a live one for you– he’s hurtin’ real bad.”

The scent of lavender wafted over him like a balm as the seamstress stood over him. She made a choked sound, a sob– and a finger wiped the blood from out of his eye. His vision came into focus and the ever familiar visage of his love– she was there. She was real. She was… alive? Alive. 

“Rosemary?”

“Aemond?”

A small, quiet voice was heard. “Mama, who’s there?”

[me-elo1111]

Unfortunate Circumstances (Keith x GN reader)

A/N: judging by how well this post does I’ll try and write more, if you have requests send them in I’ll write for all characters 🤍 and ships (klance nation I see you dw please give me something to write with those two) my friend asked for an x reader so this is what we’re doing first. reader is gender neutral in this one because everyone should feel included ofc!

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Needless to say… you were stuck. Not even just stuck you were trapped with someone you could never in a million years be compatible with.

Keith Kogane, paladin of the red lion.

And a deranged smartass who ALWAYS had to be right about something… no matter what situation, if you were with Keith, it was his word against yours. And being the leader of Voltron it was almost always his word. Funny thing about it though he’d never act so rude and stand off ish to anybody else in the group… it was just you…

On a normal day you could definitely conquer this man’s attitude but this was in fact not a normal day. You were supposed to be relaxing after weeks of fighting and working against the galra but the universe had different plans. Very different plans..

“It’s just a small mission, just gather some samples for Coran and then you’ll be out in a few moments.” You remember Allura reassured you, patting your shoulder.

You gave a very hesitant smile, and continued to stride forward to the red lions hanger. Better to get this done and over with.

How silly you were to have hope for once…

“It was one simple task! How did you mess up THAT bad!?” You yelled into Keith’s ear.

You were both sitting in the red lions cockpit, Keith in the main seat and you leaning against the inner console next to him.

“In my defense I didn’t SEE that ship there!” He groaned, head in his hands.

He felt embarrassed. Not about the fact that he messed up on a mission, but about the fact that he messed up on a mission in front of you. And looking at your tense figure with your arms crossed and a sour look on your face just made it so much worse.

You wouldn’t ever know in advance, but he held you in way high regards. So much so that he found himself not being able to even have a normal conversation with you. Not like communication was his strong suit anyways. But it was a lot more worse with someone like yourself. He never could key in on the moment he started having romantic feelings for you. Sure the thought would creep up into his brain but he would just shove it away to be unheard of again. Because why would someone like you like someone like him? It never made sense in his brain. So he made it his mission to drive you away so you wouldn’t notice how much of a mess he is… But in doing so it wounded you guys here. Red was down trying to charge itself, and here you were yelling at him while he wallowed in his own pity.

“Well Keith where do we go from here?” You asked the pilot, who looked at you with something similar to… shame? Embarrassment? Yeah, something like that…

“the team knows where we are, it’s only a matter of time before they come for us. But until then, I guess we just sit tight and wait..” he trailed off, trying his best to avoid unnecessary eye contact with you.

“Whatever. At least it was you messing up this time instead of me.” You shrugged.

“Now I won’t have to get yelled at more than I have to.”

He straightened in his seat. And looked over.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” You muttered.

“No what did you mean by that? Who yells at you?” You sat in disbelief before giving him a slight look.

He seemed to get the message pretty fast and quickly looked away from you.

“Look- I’m sorry.”

You looked at him… “go on.”

“I don’t mean to take it out on you I just uh.. I just worry about you… is all.” You could see his face turn slightly red as he shielded it from your vision while you stared at him.

KEITH worries about YOU.

Well this surely was not on your bingo card this year. In a way it makes you feel sort of light inside, since now you can push all those intrusive thoughts about him hating you away… but also- KEITH WORRIES ABOUT YOU- and you’re being a dick by yelling at him for getting you two into this mess. You sighed as you started to walk out of the cockpit to exit the lion. Seeing this Keith scrambled out of his chair, running after you with a slight bit of worry.

“Wait where are you going?” He asked as he caught up to you.

The hanger door opened and you both exited the lion, you paused for a moment as your nose inhaled a new scent. One that you were definitely not used to.

You looked at him as you both stepped out, the coolness in the wind hitting you like ice as it blows through your hair.

“We need to talk Keith…”

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A/N: I got mixed feelings about this. But I just wanted to Drabble before I got serious about writing this into a whole parted story💀 anyways let me know babes JEN JEN OUT 🫡

[h-harleybaby]

Can you do Butters confessing out of horniness? I’ll kiss you right on the mouth mwah 😘

Making out rn babe 😘😘😘

Special ty to @thevestigeofvanillaan who helped me start!!! Tysm hun it helped a lot <333

NSFW CONTENT

Butters confessing out of horniness

• Butters absolutely adores you and it just so happens to manifest itself into boners, it’s not his fault he swears it!!

• He just likes you soooo much and he has to physically make himself walk away so his boner doesn’t get horrendously bad. He absolutely despises jerking off in the stalls but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do

• Was it something you said? Is he mad? Poor you, lately Butters just walks away with a red face any time you try talking to him or even look at him, and now you think he doesn’t like you

• Ofc that’s far from the truth but you don’t know any better!! All you know is that someone is sending vaguely desperate, but loving letters in your locker

• Take a good guess as to who that is? Yeah it’s Butters, his handwriting has always been so stupidly distinct but you never questioned the love letters. I mean what if you were taking it the wrong way?

• It seems like Butters is always hanging around his friends talking about some girl who drives him crazy and ignoring you. So ofc you do the most rational thing ever in the history of ever

• You cry and confront him

• Yes how smart, ignore the shameful bulge in his pants from your pretty tears and the way your lips move when you talk

• He’s trying soooo hard to pay attention to what you’re saying but all he can really think about is how nice your pretty lips would feel around his cock!!

• He feels so bad about it too, he’s sure that he likes you for more than your looks! (It’s true, he does!! He’s just had years of pent up smothering love and sexual frustration 🥰)

• At some point during your long rant Butters just can’t help but blurt out his feelings. It pains him to know you’re feeling this pain… and he’s so hard it hurts, he needs to get out of there quick

• By now it’s been a couple weeks and he feels so embarrassed about not only telling you his feelings, but now you know about the stupid amount of boners you gave him

• It doesn’t help that lately you’ve been so much more touchy than usual, always pressed against him. Oh you’ll be the death of that poor man, he swears it

• Butters doesn’t know how he ended up here in his library with you jerking him off, but he’s not complaining in any way

• It started when your hand grazed the zipper on his pants and from there it was game over for him, thrusting up into your hand and just about cumming his pants

• He almost came from your voice alone when you whispered in his ear before you started to jerk him off

• God, he wanted to return the favor so bad but with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mind went blank, he couldn’t do much

• Honestly, Butters almost got you two caught when someone came up to y’all to ask about a book you were reading

• He looked so stupidly flushed and he had to hide his whimpers with desperate coughs until the person had enough and walked away, none the wiser to you jerking him off under the table

• Too bad you left so quickly, only leaving your number and telling him to come over tomorrow. Oh well, I suppose returning the favor will have to wait till tomorrow

[chericherixo]

Could you do like a fluff fic about Mattheo bugging y/n during class? But like he's just being silly goofy and eventually y/n humours him once they're given time to work. Thank you!!

Ofc!! I love that thank you :) I kind of got carried away so I'll probably write a sequel, and I'm sorry if Mattheo isn't as edgy as he usually is but hope you like it!

Danish [fluff]

- Classmates/Acquaintances - Reader's house not mentioned --Read the Request Above!--

It was your first class of the day, and you were already feeling your lack of sleep from the night before. You trudged to your seat and set your books down on the corner of the table. The only good thing that you could see was Mattheo's absence.

You felt relived as you bent over to grab a pencil from your bag. When you sat back up though, Mattheo was sitting annoyingly close, with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Dammit! When did you get here?" You yelped, startled.

"I just sat down, were you worried about me?"

"Never." You said disgusted and turned your attention to the front of the room as the professor walked in. He started talking about transfigurations, but try as you might to focus, you couldn't help but notice Mattheo's shameless stare towards you.

You snapped your head to look at him, "Can you stop fucking staring at me? Is there something wrong?" You whispered harshly,

"Sorry." He said but didn't turn his gaze away. You scoffed and shifted in your seat uncomfortably. After a few moments, he whispered in your ear.

"What'd you have for breakfast? Because I tried those new danishes and they were- amazing." He practically moaned in your ear.

"Oh my god Mattheo- why did you do that?"

"What? They were really good." He sat back in his chair with a hurt expression on his face. You rolled your eyes as he made another comment, "So? What did you have for breakfast?"

"Um- nothing. I kind of lost track of time before class, I'll get something later." He was silent for a moment.

"I have danish left; it's all wrapped nicely and everything. Do you want it?"

"Knowing you, you probably put a love potion in it, with how much you seem to want my attention."

He scoffed, "I'm offering you the last of my stash of the most delicious pastry I've ever had the pleasure of tasting, and you still treat me like this?" He covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to cry.

"Would you shut up- we'll get in tr-"

"Miss l/n! Care to explain why you're disrupting my teaching so- loudly?"

"I'm sorry professor, it won't happen again." Your face flushed with embarrassment as Mattheo snickered to the right of you.

For the rest of the lesson, you stared directly at the front and ignored any attempt of Mattheo to distract you. After awhile, the professor gave the class time to work.

He stared down at the desk, "I don't know why I'm in this class, I mean- you're way smarter than me. I guess because my dad expects me to be the top of my class. As soon as he finds out my grade is slipping- he'll probably pull me out." Your face turned concerned at his sudden confession. "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble, it's not your fault I can't focus."

"Thanks.. it's okay. Maybe I'll try a danish tomorrow, if they're as good as you say."

"They are!" As Mattheo was about to say something, the teacher passed back the tests you had taken the week before. Yours landed on the table showing a solid A+, whereas Mattheo's was covered in red ink and marked with a D-. He cringed at the sight of his grade.

"I mean- you didn't fail?" He scoffed,

"Anything below an A is failing for my father." Then, his eyes widened, "What if tutored me?" He said suddenly,

"Would you even listen?" You said, yet not totally shutting down the idea.

"Yes, yes I would. Especially if it's you- I don't know why, but I can actually focus on what you're saying. So, please?"

"..Ok. But if your grade doesn't improve, I don't want to waste my time."

"I'll pay you- I know you're busy."

"I- ok." You agreed to Mattheo's proposal. 'Why am I agreeing to this? Maybe it's because, whether I'd like to admit it or not, he's stupidly charming.' You thought.

The bell rang and Mattheo gathered his things, "I'll see tomorrow?"

"Yea, sounds good." You smiled softly, "Library?"

"Mhm." I waved and walked out of the classroom, leaving you with a blush and a smile that you couldn't wipe of your face.

(pt 2??)

[gemttiem-ebianlavae-tiaviniat]

7x09 ficlet

Just wrote something down after seeing the stills for the upcoming episode. It kind of sucks, but I hope y'all see the vision I have.

Sort of spoilers so you will find the whole fic under the thingy.

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‘’Hey’’ Tommy spoke softly as he walked up to Buck.

‘’Hey’’ Buck replied with a soft smile on his face.

‘’So I was thinking we are both off tomorrow, maybe we could hang out or something.’’

‘’Yeah, I’d love that.’’ Buck replied looking a bit conflicted.

Noticing Buck’s demeanor, Tommy raised an eyebrow. ‘’But?’’

Buck sighed. Twiddling with his hands. ‘’I sort of already told Eddie I would watch Chris.’’

‘’Again?’’ Tommy asked, with no heat behind his words.

‘’Yeah, sorry.’’ Buck scratched the back of his neck. Giving Tommy and apologetic look.

Tommy placed his hands on Buck’s shoulders, rubbing up at down. ‘’No, you don’t need to apologize, I get it.’’

Buck gave him a grateful look.

‘’Things between him and Marisol are going great then, I guess?’’

Not even two weeks earlier Eddie was considering breaking things off with Marisol after finding out she was a nun. Buck had told Tommy all about it.

‘’I guess.’’ Buck replied shrugging his shoulders. ‘’He was being very secretive about it though. ‘’ He added looking a little confused. ‘’Eddie asked me when we were away from Chris and Marisol and asked if I wouldn’t mention it to them yet.’’

‘’Hmm.’’ Tommy nodded. ‘’Should we be worried?’’

‘’No.’’ Buck, replied quickly.  ‘’I mean, I know Eddie. He’s a good guy, probably has some fancy date planned.’’

‘’Must be nice.’’

Buck knows Tommy didn’t mean anything by it, but he still felt bad about having to decline Tommy’s offer. Buck bit his lip. ‘’I mean, you can join us tomorrow?’’

‘’You think that’s a good idea?’’ Tommy raised his eyebrows, adding softly. ‘’ I wouldn’t wanna impose.’’

‘’Yeah ofc. Chris likes you, he’d love to have you around’’

‘’Yeah?’’ Tommy smiled softly.  ‘’Alright then.’’

‘’It’s a date. Sort off.’’ Buck grinned. ‘’Though we’d probably need to keep the PDA low.

‘’We?’’ Tommy asked amused.

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’I’m sorry who was the one with almost his hands down my pants just now?’’

‘’Shhh.’’ Buck looked around nervously, his cheeks turning red.

Tommy grinned at Buck’s reaction.

A few minutes earlier Buck was basically draped over Tommy. Holding his hand, and kissing his palm. Hugging him from behind, giving a sloppy cheek kiss. Buck couldn’t help himself. Tommy looked fucking amazing in his suit. No one could blame him for being a little hands on. And if it annoyed a certain someone from Tommy’s past that made Tommy act like he was back in middle school, being bullied by a bigger kid. Then how could he not?

Tommy nudged Buck, murmering closely to his ear.

‘’Not that I’d  complain of course.’’

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When Eddie dropped Chris of at Buck’s. Tommy was already there. He was a bit nervous. Did Chris even want him there? When Chris walked through the door he had excitedly yelled Buck’s name. When he saw Tommy he looked a bit confused.

Tommy was in the kitchen making a snack as Chris watched Buck set up their game.  ‘’When dad said you wanted to hang out I wasn’t expecting tommy to be here.’’ Chris said just above a whisper to Buck.

Buck was confused. Eddie had told Chris that he wanted to spend time with him, and not that he had another date with Marisol. What was going on? Noticing Buck’s demeanor Chris added. ‘’It’s okay though, I like Tommy.’’

Hearing those words made Buck snap out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, a wide smile appeared on his face.

‘’Yeah? I do too.’’

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After what felt like hours of gaming, Tommy had suggested to go somewhere outside. The weather was nice and it would be a shame to spent it all day inside. Buck and Chris agreed. So they ended up at the park. Tommy had just bought the three of them Ice creams.

‘’So you and tommy are dating? Is he your boyfriend then?’’ Chris asked taking a lick from his ice cream.

Buck didn’t know what to answer. Him and Tommy never talked about what they were before. They had been on a total of three dates, one which was a failure, the coffee date was nice and their last date was the wedding, sort of. Scheduling didn’t work in their favor unfortunately.

Noticing Buck wasn’t sure how to respond, Tommy answered for him. ‘’You’re putting me in a difficult spot here kid.’’ Tommy said with a serious look. ‘’I haven’t had the chance to ask him to be my boyfriend yet.’’ He added smiling, winking at Buck.

Buck blushed at his words. He was going to say something when he caught something in the corner of his eye.

Eddie was at the park. He was in a boat on the lake. A very romantic date, if it would have been Eddie and Marisol, but with him wasn’t Marisol. It was another woman. And they were laughing and smiling and she just pulled Eddie in for a kiss.

Eddie was cheating on Marisol? Eddie the nester Diaz? Buck couldn’t believe his eyes. Tommy Followed Buck’s gaze for a split second, realized what he was looking at and shared a look, before Chris could follow what was going on, Buck stood up pulling the attention to him.

‘’How about we go to the Zoo? We haven’t been in a while and I am sure Tommy would want to visit?’’ Buck gave a look at Tommy, silently begging him to help him out.

‘’Yeah, I’d like to go to the zoo.’’ Tommy said, standing up next to Buck, making sure Chris wouldn’t look the other way.

Chris looked confused, but didn’t protest.

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‘’We should talk to him right?’’ Buck asked Tommy that night. Eddie had picked up Chris a few minutes earlier. Buck had asked him how his date with Marisol went and Eddie had replied that it was good. That he owed Buck for watching Chris. Buck couldn’t look Eddie in the eyes.

‘’I don’t know..’’ Tommy said unsure as he was leaning against Buck’s kitchen counter. ‘’Whatever is going on, Eddie probably didn’t want to involve you.’’ He added, folding his arms over each other as he shrugged.

‘’He’s my best friend. I just didn’t think he’d ever lie to me, we tell each other everything.’’ Buck said, pacing around in the room.

‘’Everything?’’ Tommy raised an eyebrow.

‘’Well yeah, he has my back and I have his and all that. I just don’t understand why he would keep this from me.’’ Buck sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. What was going on with Eddie?

‘’Hey, come here.’’ Tommy said as he watched Buck. He pulled him into a hug. ‘’Why don’t you talk to him about it tomorrow?’’ Tommy kissed the birthmark on Buck’s face. Buck sighed holding onto him. Tommy, as short as he had been in Buck’s life, always had a way to make Buck feel better.

‘’Yeah, I will.’’