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Kinktober 「10:17」 — l.chan

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➮ demon!Chan × fem witch!Reader wc: 3.5k summary: Y/N has been practicing her summoning, hoping to finally summon a demon. Imagine her surprise when she not only succeeds in summoning a demon but he’s insanely gorgeous and wants to make a deal. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: witchcraft and black magic, demonic summoning, demons; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this is for Nana. I hope you like it ���� demon!Chan is hot and tbh, now I wanna summon him. Thank you for reading! Next part is shinigami!Hyunjin and it’s a bit of a departure from the general depravity of Kinktober. as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), lingerie, facefucking (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do. Chan is a demon so he doesn’t use condoms or need to but humans should), use of pet names (babe, angel, etc.), multiple orgasms (f receiving, m receiving), titplay (f receiving), and that should be all. kinks: Lingerie + facefucking dialogue prompt: ❛❛ You look so good on your knees. ❜❜

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“Thank you! Come back soon!” you called as the door shut, the fake smile on your face falling the moment the last customer left the shop. You sighed heavily as your coworker, Hana, locked the door, flipping the open sign to the closed side and turned to face you.

“I hate working on Halloween,” she said as she stared at you. A chuckle escaped you as you started wiping down the counter. “It’s not even halloween yet,” you reminded her as she started over to where you stood behind the counter, leaning forward and placing her forearms on the surface. 

“Ay!” you hissed, shaking the towel in your hand at her, waving her away. “Go get the broom and start sweeping,” you told her as you wiped down the counter again before moving onto the tables as she disappeared behind the curtain separating the kitchen from the front of the shop. You wiped down the tables one by one, lifting the caddies as you wiped away coffee spills, stains, and crumbs.

The cafe was not the most exciting job but you loved it, interacting with the public and making coffees.

Hana returned with the broom, sweeping from the back of the storefront to the counter while you returned to the counter and started closing the tills, counting the money and putting it into the bank bag to deposit in the safe.

Closing sometimes seemed to drag on and today was no exception as you did the daily closing duties and accounting while Hana finished cleaning and putting away the cleaned dishes after sending them through the dishwasher.

All you wanted to do was go home and resume your practice. The last session hadn’t gone as well as you hoped and you were hoping this time around, things might go differently. As you finished up the accounts, putting the bank bag in your purse for the deposit, Hana appeared at the door, removing her apron. 

“Kitchen is all closed up, dishes washed and put away. Do you need anything else from me?” she asked. You shook your head as you shut the safe, spinning the dial and turned to her. “Nope!” you said as you got to your feet, grabbing your purse and keys. “We are all done!”

You turned off the office lights, shut the door and locked it as you followed Hana towards the front of the shop. She went around pulling all the shades down while you shut off all the lights but one in the back. At the front door, you unlocked and opened it, allowing her to exit before you stepped out and shut the door behind you, locking it.

A loud roaring drew both your attention as a motorcycle and its cyclist pulled up to the sidewalk. You watched as the rider removed his helmet and recognized Hana’s boyfriend, Daniel. “Hey Y/N,” he said, greeting you as Hana’s cheeks turned pink. It didn’t matter how long she’d been seeing this guy, he always made her blush like she had a school yard crush. It was endearing.

“Hey, Daniel,” you greeted back as he pulled a spare helmet out of one of the bags on his bike and held it out for Hana. “See you Monday!” Hana called as she walked towards him, taking the helmet and putting it on, clipping the buckle so it sat securely before climbing onto the back of the bike and wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s waist.

“See you, Hana! Bye Daniel!” you said with a wave as he put his helmet back on and revved the engine, backing up from the parking space and starting down the street. You watched them until they rounded the corner and out of sight before heading in the direction of the bank.

Once your business at the bank was complete, the money deposited into the cafe’s account, you headed home, excited to finally be in the confines of your house as you relaxed, unwinded, and could resume your practice.

After a quick dinner, you filled the tub and grabbed your favorite bottle of wine, poured the red liquid into a glass, setting it aside while you stripped and got into the tub. The water felt amazing, the heat soothing your sore and aching body as you leaned back against the tub pillow, grabbing your glass of wine from the floor and taking a sip.

You sighed, resting your head back and stared up at the ceiling, silence filling the room and washing over you. ‘Maybe I’ll just call it a night. I have all weekend to practice those spells,’ you told yourself silently, taking another sip of wine. ‘Going to bed early sounds really nice.’

You relaxed in the tub until almost all the warmth had gone from the water. Pulling the plug, you got out, dried off quickly and wrapped yourself in a black silk robe as you grabbed your almost empty bottle of wine and glass, heading down the hall to your bedroom.

Once inside, you walked over to the bed, setting the bottle on your bedside and downing the rest of the alcohol in your glass. As you turned towards your closet, your eyes fell on the black book perched on top of your dresser where you left it the previous night, memories of your attempt at summoning flashing in your mind.

You stared at the book, eyes narrowing as you scrutinized it. ‘No,’ you said to yourself, turning away and moving to pour the rest of the wine into your glass, picking it up and taking a large sip. You sat down on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other as you attempted to finish your glass.

You glanced at the book briefly, frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

You’d tried for weeks now to move to the next part of your training, attempting to summon a demon. Not that you wanted to make a deal with one. You just wanted to prove you could do it.

Taking another sip, you glared at the book like it was to blame for your multiple failed attempts. As you had a stare off with the black grimoire, you downed the rest of your alcohol, setting the glass down on your bedside and getting up. “Fuck it,” you hissed, moving to your closet, pulling out a baby pink lace set and pulling it on. You slid the sheer black stockings on and pulled the black silk robe back on over it. 

Back in your room, you moved over to the dresser and grabbed the book, heading out of your bedroom and into the next room over, shutting the door as you set the book down and opened a drawer of the desk, pulling out a lighter. You slowly went through the room, lighting the various candles before returning to flip the light switch off and grabbed the book once more.

This usually worked better during a storm but you figured given the close proximity to All Hallow’s Eve, the veil might be lifted enough to summon. Your last resort was to attempt on Halloween if this didn’t work. You moved to the middle of the room, a piece of chalk in hand as you knelt down and started following the guide in the book, drawing the symbols in order until you had created a summoning circle.

As you looked over the next part, making sure you weren’t missing anything, you started reciting the incantation, going slowly so you didn’t mess up the words. Every part of the ritual was important and you weren’t about to botch it and have to start all over again.

Your heart started to beat faster as you noticed the candles flickering around the room, a slight breeze swirling around the room despite the door and windows being closed. ‘Yes,’ you thought as you raised your hands up, continuing to repeat the incantation over and over as the wind grew.

As you reached the climax of the ritual, the candles extinguished all at once, plunging the room in darkness. You waited, breathing heavily as you waited for at least one candle to reignite which would mean you were successful. As you looked around, disappointment set in until you noticed it. A small candle, flame barely visible in the window across from where you knelt, flickered and danced until it was blocked.

“What the fuck?” you whispered. Your eyes trailed up upon realizing there was a figure standing in the middle of the circle, blocking the light of the candle from view but you could see the dim light dancing on the walls and ceiling behind the figure.

Your lips parted in surprise as you noticed glowing red eyes staring back at you. One by one, the candles reignited around the room, throwing the room into dancing light once more. Before you stood a man in black. He had fitted black pants, a black shirt that clung tightly to him under a black jacket. Dark brown hair fell into his eyes as he looked around, taking in his surroundings.

His eyes fell on you and a smirk crossed his features. “Well hello,” he said softly, his voice dripping with honey. “And who might you be?” You stared up at him wide-eyed before realizing he was waiting for an answer. “Y/N,” you answered quickly. “I’m Y/N.”

He squatted down to your level. “I see… and are you the one who summoned me, Y/N?” he asked, your name rolling off his tongue in the most delightful way, making your stomach flutter and desire settle in the pit of your stomach. You nodded wordlessly, staring back at him, admiring his features. He didn’t look like a demon. He looked like an ordinary man but those eyes…

“And why did you summon me?” he asked, tilting his head, the same smirk present on his face. He was enticing, enchanting, alluring. It made your mouth water. ‘Whoa, what the fuck?’ You shook your head, as if trying to shake your thoughts away.

“I uh…” you trailed off immediately. What were you supposed to say? Most who dabbled in the occult summoned demons for specific reasons, like making deals or wreaking havoc. Why did you do it? ‘To prove I could’ didn’t seem like a reasonable enough reason but you didn’t want to lie.

“Let me guess,” he said when you didn’t answer him. “To prove you could?”

Your eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping you. “Can you read my mind?” you whispered. He stared at you, his smirk widened until he burst into laughter, shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “I was just guessing.” His laughter continued for a moment longer before subsiding.

“Although,” he continued, eyes scanning your body, the front of your robe having come loose during the ritual, slipping down your shoulders and exposing the pink lace of the lingerie you wore underneath. “You seem awfully dressed up for just testing a ritual,” he continued.

You watched as his hand reached out, fingertips skimming over the lace. “Such a pretty set,” he said softly. “I’d hate for it to go to waste.” You stared back at him. “What?” you asked softly, heat coursing through your body. “Why else would you go through the trouble of dressing up in that?” he asked, gesturing to the lingerie under your robe.

“Don’t tell me you actually sleep in that,” he added with a chuckle. You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “I sleep in an old shirt and shorts.” The demon smiled. “I figured as much,” he said, shifting his weight. “So how about it? You summoned me for no reason in particular. How about we make the most of it?” You stared at him blankly. “Make the most of it?” you asked, not sure what he was getting at. He sighed, hanging his head. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” he asked. “Would you like me to peel that lingerie off with my hands or my teeth before I fuck you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, stomach jumping at his crass remark. “You’re going to fuck me?” you squeaked out. He chuckled, reaching out to caress your cheek. “If you’ll let me,” he answered. “You’re dressed for the occasion, aren’t you?” You watched as he stood up, moving to tuck his hands in his pockets. “So, how about it, angel?”

“Want me to make the most of my time here and fuck you?”

You stared up at him, breathing raggedly as he reached down to cup your chin. “You have to say yes or no,” he added. “I can’t read your mind, remember?” You licked your lips before nodding. “Y-yes,” you managed to croak out. A smile crossed his features. “Okay, where do you want me?” he asked.

You looked around the office, noticing the black futon in the corner. “One second,” you said, moving to get up but he stopped you. “Allow me,” he said, simply looking over at the futon and with a flick of his wrist, the piece of furniture pulled itself out, legs scraping against the wooden floor before it flattened.

“There,” he said with a smile, returning his attention to you. You turned back to look at him in awe. “Goddamn,” he said as he started to remove his jacket, letting it fall to the flood. “What?” you asked as he cupped your chin once more. 

“You look so good on your knees,” he said softly. “You know that?”

You fought the urge to smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Open your robe,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the dark locks back from his forehead before his hands moved to start undoing his belt. “I promise I’ll fuck you real good,” he said as he undid the buckle and pulled it open, moving on to unbutton and unzip his leather pants.

“But you have to do something for me first,” he added as he undid his pants. You nodded, staring up at him eagerly awaiting his next order. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”

You did as he asked as his hand reached into his pants, pulling his cock free. You stared at it, taking in the thick veiny shaft and dark red head that was already leaking. “Tongue out, beautiful,” he ordered. You obliged, sticking your tongue out. He guided the head to your mouth, letting the tip rest on your tongue, the weight heavy.

“Lick it,” he commanded. You kept your gaze locked with his as you moved your head, giving the tip of his cock a slow deliberate lick. “Good,” he cooed. “Now keep that pretty mouth open wide for me.”

You relaxed your jaw as he slid his cock into your mouth, lips spreading as more and more of his cock entered your mouth until the tip was pressed against the back of your throat. “Good girl,” he said in a steady voice as he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Stay right there.”

He held you in place as he started to pull back, his cock sliding along your tongue until just the head was in your mouth. “Remember, keep your mouth wide open for me, baby.” You made a hum of understanding and he thrusted forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag but he made no attempt to move. “Oh,” he said suddenly, giving your hair a firm tug, pulling at your scalp. 

“Name’s Chan, by the way. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

He pulled back, thrusting again and setting a steady pace, each time his cock hitting the back of your throat and letting out a groan as you gagged, your throat constricting slightly. Once or twice, he shoved his cock into your throat, effectively fucking your throat and cutting off your access to air. He showed no mercy, fucking your face roughly until your face was stained with tears, spit running down your chin and dripping into your chest in long trails. 

Your panties were soaked, your arousal seeping into the lace and no doubt dripping onto the hardwood floor but still Chan didn’t let up. He kept going, thrusting into your mouth, keeping a tight hold on your hair in an almost painful grip. “Undo your top,” he ordered. “Around your neck.”

You reached up, head bobbing with the force of his thrusts and undid the clasp around the back of your neck, letting the halter of your bralette fall, exposing your breasts. “Touch them.”

Your hands cupped your chest as you gagged around his cock again. Squeezing and feeling yourself, pinching your nipples between your fingers. The tips of your fingers touched the spit that had dripped onto your chest and you got an idea. You smeared it over your skin, swirling it around your breasts.

“Oh, so she’s filthy, is she?” Chan asked, breathlessly, pulling your head closer, forcing his cock into your throat until your nose bumped against his groin. He gave a shallow thrust before pulling your head back until his cock sprang free. You gasped, air filling your lungs. “Keep your mouth open,” he said. He forced his cock back into your mouth, thrusting faster.

“Almost,” he groaned. “Gonna cum down your throat and then gonna fuck you until you can’t stand.”

You moaned around his cock and he let out a growl, forcing his cock into your throat, fucking once, twice more before his seed spilled down your throat. He held your head in place until the last drop before he pulled back, dragging his heavy cock along your tongue.

Despite giving you a decent size load, he was still hard. “On the futon,” he ordered. “And keep the lingerie on,” he added. You got up, moving over to the futon, ignoring the ache and burn in your knees as he rid himself of his clothes and followed you. “On your hands and knees, angel,” he said, waiting for you to move into position.

As soon as you did, you felt his fingers slip between your folds, smearing your wetness as he played with your clit. His fingers moved quickly, enjoying the way your body reacted instantly. If it had been any other circumstance, you would have been embarrassed by how quickly he drew an orgasm out of you, walls clenching around nothing as he rubbed your clit.

As you started to come down, you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your folds before he pushed into your cunt, stretching your walls oh-so-deliciously as he filled you inch by inch until his hips were flush with your ass. “Fits like a glove,” he chuckled, hands moving to grab your hips tightly. “You might want to hold onto something,” he added.

“I’m not stopping until you’ve cum on my cock at least three times and are screaming my name.”

You cried out as he set a brutal, rough pace. Each thrust was hard and powerful and you could feel every vein as he throbbed inside you. It felt like he was about to blow again as he fucked you roughly, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, drowned out only by your moans and cries of pleasure.

He kept true to his word, coaxing another two orgasms out of you as he kept the same ruthless pace. Your walls fluttered around him in the aftershock of your third orgasm of the night. “Just one more,” he reminded you. “And you have to scream my name,” he added. “It’s Chan by the way,” he said again. “In case you forgot.”

“I haven’t!” you gasped, your cunt clenching around him as your body was sent hurtling towards another orgasm. “Scream my name,” he said again, angling his thrusts into the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cursed. “Gonna cum!”

“Good,” he growled. “Scream my name and I’ll finish,” he added. Part of you didn’t want him to finish. You wanted to keep going all night. As your orgasm washed over you, you bit your tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. As your walls spasmed around him, he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“I told you if you scream my name, we’ll be done,” he said as his hips slowed. You glanced over your shoulder at him. “I don’t want to stop,” you said breathlessly. Chan raised a brow at your words, a smirk starting to form. “So you want me to fuck you all night, then?” he asked, punctuating his question with a snap of his hips, making you cry out. You nodded quickly. 

“Yes!” you gasped. “I want you to fuck me all night!”

Chan let out a chuckle as he guided you further onto the futon, climbing on top behind you. “Fine,” he said, sliding his cock out of you and moving to lay on his back beside you. “But you take over for a bit,” he said, resting his hands behind his head. “My feet were getting tired. And besides,” he added as you straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan.

“I rather like the view.”

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No Sugar Tonight 1

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Brock Rumlow

Summary: A regular customer becomes more than just a familiar face.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The evening shift is quiet. You don’t mind the low din of the atrium. The cafe offers the only light to the empty lobby. Hours ago, it was a rush of bodies and voices, now, the shops have closed down and the sign above you remains lit as the sole beacon in the business plaza. 

The slower hours are more routine than the frantic mornings filled with early risers desperate for their first dose of caffeine. You did a few weeks of that before you hopped on the evening’s rota. It gives you time to read between baking and cleaning. 

The front doors open and close, echoing through the space. It’s eerie this late at night but you it doesn’t bother you as much as it once does. The footsteps that follow add to the unease of their approach. You recognise the man by his silhouette. 

The marquee glow limns his harsh features, the stubble on his jaw adding to the sharp angles, his dark hair and brows give him a sinister slant. You smile as you stand from the stool and pour him a black coffee. You ring him up before he even gets to the counter. 

“Evening, sir,” you greet him. You still don’t know his name. All your other regulars like to chat. He doesn’t. “Black.” 

He flicks a card up between his index and middle fingers. The stamps across the rows add up to a free drink. You take it, brushing his calloused fingertips as you do. 

“Oh, a free drink. Exciting.” You cancel the transaction and slide his cup forward, “enjoy.” 

He grumbles and takes the cup. He moves to the other end of the kiosk and grabs a lid and sleeve. As he walks away, you bid him a good night. He never says much, if anything. 

You go back to sanitizing the frother. The work isn’t so dull when you have nothing else to do. The night wears on as the sky softens through the glass walls of the atrium   

Dayani arrives just before five to take over. You hand her the keys and balance the till before you go. She sends you off with the dread of the shift ahead. 

Out on the street, the lull remains. Not for much longer. The bus routes will pick up and the daily commuters will clog the streets. Your trek home is five blocks but not too bad considering. You share a loft with two other girls but you rarely run into them. You all work different shifts in different borroughs. 

Your room is at the rear of the old brick building. The legislated fire escape crosses your window and casts a shadow through the sheer curtains. You undress and unwind in your single bed. The room is small and not exactly worth the cost but it’s a roof over your head. 

You sleep until just after one. The city had you waking in spurts at the honk of an angry driver or the shouts of rowdy pedestrians. You eat the stale scone you claimed from work and have instant coffee to wash it down. 

You go through the usual. You wake up little by little and drag yourself out to the shower. You catch a glimpse of one of your roommates. Lottie barely seems to notice you as she carries a basket out the door. 

When you’re done washing up, you pull on your sweats and a loose tee. You waste some time watching TV on your phone then plug it in so you have some juice left when you leave. You eat a microwaved tray of pasta and change into your uniform. You do up your hair and face, nothing too much, and count the minutes until you’re due to leave. 

As exciting as the city can be, you can’t afford that part of it. You work, you sleep, you get by. 

Xander has an hour overlap with you before he goes. He tells you about all his midterms and the party he wants to ditch his studying for. It’s only an elective course anyway. He leaves in indecision. 

You never finished school. You did one year and dropped out. You did well enough but you couldn’t afford it. Not even the local community college in your hometown. Funny, you still came all the way out here to scrape pennies. 

The last rush of the day passes through. Those on the way to their own overnight shifts; security guards, hotel clerks, and all others. 

The silence sets in. You play around on your phone. The battery dies a lot quicker lately so you make yourself quiet the matching game and put it in your pocket. You pull out the novel you keep hidden behind the till and read until the door opens and closes. 

Same time, same man. His black hair swallows up the light of the sign above as you pour his coffee. You get him a new card and stamp it, handing it over with your usual smiling nicety. Still no response. He goes to grab his lid and sleeve. 

You wait patiently. He doesn’t march off like usual. You peek over as he strides along the counter. He drops a bill in the tip jar. You thank him. Still no answer. 

He walks off and you look in the cup. You can’t believe it. You snatch up the bill and push through the door at the side of the kiosk. You hurry after his shadow. 

“Sir, sir, I think you made some mistake--” the door closes heavily and his figure passes outside the glass panels. You can’t go that far without locking up. Oh well, he’ll be back tomorrow and you can let him know. 

You walk back to the cafe stand and dip back behind. You unfold the hundred dollar bill. Maybe it’s not real. Maybe it’s a joke. Looks pretty real when you hold it up to the light. 

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RealAgeAU Drabble - Kitten Lair

Hello I am back! @spotaus get in here friend!

And I know... I know... a bit earlier in the timeline again but i had an idea :D

:D :D :D

Because i am weak! :D

timeline wise: Nightmare got changed into a child like three and a half months ago in this drabble. so the gang has been in farmtale for two weeksish.

first drabble prev drabble next drabble

No beta! We going :D

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Ccino pauses the clenaing of the counter as he waits impatiently for the last customer to leave. He loves and adores his cat cafe but it is already past 5 and he has been passive aggressively cleaning the tables around them.

Luckily the customers finish up soon after and leave with a cheerful wave.

Ccino rushes to turn the open sign to closed and turns off the main lamps. He closes the roll curtains and gets to work on cleaning the last table.

He however waits with cleaning the coffee machine, just in case.

Ccino keeps glancing at the enterance as he goes about cleaning up the cat toys and hearding the cats out of the kitchen once again. He fills their food bowls and puts fresh water into the water bowls and water fountains.

A glance at the clock shows that it is already half past six and Ccino sighs again.

No show again.

one of the cats stares at him and mews. Ccino glances over and knows it is Berry. He chuckles nad pets him "I dunno little Berry. Maybe I am overreacting..."

He can't help it. Ccino had just gotten used to having Nightmare visit once a week.

Many would proabbly tell him to tell the Stars. to make it obvious something was wrong. There had to be after all with Nightmare visiting.

Except that all Nightmare would do at first was study the cats. Ccino had once managed to collect all his courage, which wasn't a lot mind you, and ask Nightmare what he was doing.

Nightmare had looked at him before answering calmly. That he wanted to study the cats.

Ccino had been very worried. Mostly because there was one small detail about his cafe that people just seemed to ignore. there were the normal cats. the cats that ccino took in and helped find new owners for.

Then there were the special cats. the cats he would never let anyone adopt.

How do you explain that the reason a cat has blue fur is because the cat is somehow connected to an important player in the multiverse?

Yeah. He can't explain that.

Yet... none of the cross-multiverse customers ever seemed to notice. And that is saying something as the cats are not subtle!

But... Nightmare hadn't been here for that. He would always come after closing. He would just spend his time watching the cats interact and play togehter. And then he would leave after an hour.

Ccino had watched him watch them. Taking note that Nightmare never once actually reached out to touch them, even after the cats had gone over to investigate him!

he had pointed it out to nightmare once. just to see. mentioned that the cat near him now really liked pets. Nightmare had frowned slightly before slowly and so carefully petting the cat near him.

That had been a turning point. it is just... it is hard to see someone as evil and unredeemable when he just stared in wonder at a cat who accepted his petting.

Nightmare would keep coming by and Ccino would start to ask him what he wanted drink or food wise. Nightmare had been confused but Ccino had just pointed out the cafe part of the whole situation.

Nightmare would always order the same two things. An ice coffee with a lot of cream and sugar and the white chocolate cheesecake.

He would sit in a chair and just pet the cats that seemed to follow him around.

Nightmare meeting his own cat had been a sight to behold honestly. Noot had sneaked into the area without Ccino noticing only to have Nightmare suddenly have his own cat version licking his skull as if Noot had been planning on licking the goop away.

Trying to keep Noot or any of the gang cats away from Nightmare had been a struggle and eventually Ccino just gave up. He let the special cats near the outcode and nothing bad happened. Nightmar ejust petted the cats that came near him and left the ones who didn't alone.

Ccino sighs and turns off the coffee machine when it hits seven.

He is worried.

Which is stupid! There is no reason why Ccino should be worried about Nightmare! Maybe the other is just busy or something!

But here he is. waiting anxiously for one of his favourite customers to return.

Yes Ccino knows it is weird to grow slightly protective over a god but people just don't get it. Seeing someone interact with animals can change your perspective of someone and the way Nightmare just seemed so fascinated and mystified by the cats? Ccino can't explain how the wonder was just something he hadn't seen on just any customers. Nightmare had looked like he was only learning about cats for the first time in his life.

Ccino shakes his skull and focusses on the cats. he quickly finds Noot and their newest arrival.

Ccino smiles "Hey there Noot. How is your little friend doing?"

Noot opens his one eye and looks up before moving one of his four tails and revealing the little kitten that had just appeared.

Ccino has a good idea of who this little cat is. He had heard the rumours going around. About Dust and Cross having been spotted with a tiny babybones.

Ccino figures that is the kitten. Still strange that Noot was the one to first show up wiht the kitten just riding his back. It wasn't until a while later that the others in the cat gang got invested in the kitten, Dust- euh. Murder was first. Murder would pick the kitten up and go towards a spot and lazily clean the ktiten in the warm sunlight. Killer- well Stain was next. He went all up in Murder's business to get near the kitten. All while Noot just watched over them. Rust had been next and made sure to bring food to the tiny kitten. Rust never seemed to mind the ktiten playing even if it hit the headwound. Oreo was last but was now all over the kitten. staying near and watching continuously.

Another curious thing. How the five adult cats made sure to keep the new kitten far away from any of the other cats. a few tried and Ccino had been worried Murder would live up to his name for a moment there.

Ccino smiles nad pets Noot "Maybe that is why he hasn't visited... I am going to assume you are the baby's main babysitter with how often you are clsoe to the kitten."

It is just.. Noot has been getting slower and weaker. it may not be obvious to others but it was obvious to Ccino. the way Noot tended to hide more. ate less. spend more time just laying around instead of stalking others. How Noot would no longer climb to high places and just stay near the ground.

It is worrisome.

But Ccino has no idea what to do with this information... In matter of fact everyone seemed happy about the fact that the gang was quiet.

Ccino carefully strokes the soft fur of Noot "I am sorry i can't help more."

Noot however looks fully calm as he pushes his skull into the hand for a pet before turning back to the kitten and cleaning him.

Ccino follows the sight. It is a pretty little kitten alright. A beautiful black coat which seems to shine a slight purple in the direct sunlight. soft purple eyes and just the cutest little pink nose and pink toebeans.

The tiny kitten mews uphappily as Noot cleans him. some of that very soft fur sticking up from the cleaning.

Ccino sighs as he pets the older cat, noting that the sharp eyes seemed duller as well, before going to check the other cats. seeing the four other cats join their leader and kitten.

Ccino tries to calm himself as he goes back to the kitchen to finish cleaning and preparing.

everything is going to be okay.

*-------------------------*

Look. I am not gonna lie. I am weak for Ccino and Nightmare having been friends :D

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[springsmile]

over my shoulder || 03

18+ | h. shinso x f. reader

series masterlist.

warnings: non-con, smut, pre-established trauma (r*pe), extreme anxiety/paranoia, victim blaming/shaming, abuse of prescriptions, self harm, suicidal ideation, disassociation, negativity around hospitalization, violent intrusive thoughts, kidnapping, murder, specific reader characterizations, manipulation, anorexia/bulimia behaviors

** reader's quirk is enhanced senses. upon activation, emotions and sensations are pretty much exacerbated. reader never learns how to channel or control it to its full potential, only to turn it on and off.

one time is a coincidence, twice is… an oddity?

your door is open again— well, you’d left it open, but it was acute angularly. you only leave it open a crack.

was there a draft? you raise your hand in the air, and unwittingly activate your quirk, heightening your sense of touch. the flow of air is ordinary, breezing around your hand slowly, and with a cheap low pressure.

there’s nothing, as such. it wasn’t as though you could afford a better ac system.

everything was in its right place. the knick-knacks cluttering your windowsill, your bedsheets creased in the corners, comforter balled in a misshapen lump in the center— everything was eerily correct… to your knowledge, at least. as if time had never raked across it. your stomach tightens, and you shift your gaze to the bathroom door, equally as ajar.

your scale is still slotted against the toilet, and while the occasional meeting of the porcelain and the glass did make you wince, it was more accessible in that position. upon further analysis, even the curtain was drawn back and the fabric ripples. it might’ve been a touch juvenile, but the ever-present fear of a form appearing shadowy from behind the polka-dots was stifling.

still having been equipped with your quirk, your gaze becomes more intent, hardening with each blink. it’s still bunched to the left, and is just that. still.

your quivering hand hovers in the air for a pregnant pause, suspended by uncertainty and fright. you inhale, which does nothing to quell your rampant heart, and seize the curtain—but when you pull it toward yourself, nothing is there. just the protective plastic and cheap design.

but when you drop your head on your pillow that night, your head encounters some light difficulty committing your habitual tossing. you lift your head, and peer down. bemused, your fingers ghost over your bare pillow.

there’s a new girl at work.

company policy, which you’ve been forced to commit to memory, states that hair must be a solid color, and a natural color at that. her hair is anything but. there's raccoon tails and pastels melting together, done indisputably by her hand, but adds to her charm and absent-minded character.

seniority rules, and so, it's decided she spends her first day with you. Initially, she begins her introduction by informing you the cheese danishes in the store's cafe were her drug, proceeded to mime snorting a line of coke. your laugh is ungodly at best, and your throat airily expands with the sound. clarity hit her seconds later, where she meekly asks you not to tell your superiors she said that.

"don't tell me you're an op, y/n." she murmurs to you with pressed palms.

"umm... i'm not?"

she proceeds to make small, correctable errors, and hits it off with the customers. you study her rapport with apt awe. every so often, she runs her fingers along the glossy spines of moby dick and war and peace whenever we pass them, and she remains there for a pregnant pause.

your breaks aligned, as she would be shadowing you for the day. the break room is desolate, save for her and you, and a shade of white that elicits a vague memory of TV static before your eyes. in your periphery is the equally disconcerting bright phone screen in yuka’s hands (nails a collection of color that don’t compliment the other in any particular way) that stains your side view. but you can make out the familiar formatting of the tumblr website. her phone ringer is on, so as her thumbs flit across the bottom of the bright glass, it goes something like ‘pcka-pcka-pcka’ but you’d have to produce a sound with your mouth that required you to press your lips together and suck them in, in order to replicate it correctly.

you like her.

you might’ve assumed kinship due to her appearance— it's anything but conventional. or maybe it's her manner. quick, blunt, but doused with sweet sincerity;

“so, it turns out that’s not how you pronounce it–I think that’s where the disconnect occurred.” she’d stated matter of factly, but there wasn’t a trace of animosity.

with darkened eyes, the customer’s mouth protrudes. his upper lip furls into a snarl.

“No. It’s accor-di-ance.” he insisted.

“accordance.” she said with a gentle smile. “but it’s alright–we found it! I hope you enjoy it.”

he left contentedly, despite his earlier erroneous insistence. flummoxed, you remained silent during the exchange. selfishly, you didn’t feel the need to interject. that, and you deduced that yuka capable enough to sort out the issue herself.

either way, it's difficult not to acquiesce her boba tea date request. you have some leftover money from making rent early, and it's not like you had anyone to call a friend.

it could be a safe change. hopefully. you’d take the leap. what could go wrong?

"if you were boba–with the pearls–you would be taro. just because I like the color. It's pretty. just like you." yuka says in the midst of alphabetizing and brain-racking. you’d been section detailing fiction. yanking out titles that didn't belong in the various shelves, or were in the wrong order. tedious, but it wasn't hard.

the warm flush that encompasses your cheeks is alarming— you hold them in your hands dazedly.

"oh." you utter stupidly. "thank you."

she giggles, and you’re instantly envious of its melodiousness.

“what section is this in?”

you pull out the device that displays inventory and genre, and twist the book around, where the scanner is particularly blinding, and survey the tiny print.

“social sciences.” you answer, watching the screen illuminate her gentle features.

she bites her bottom lip—it’s plump and full, swollen with color and life. “where’s that again, (y/n)?”

the shelves stood half way to the ceiling, and it was difficult to see around them. but you could navigate the labyrinth with ease. and so you weaved your way through the bays and yielded to a few elderly patrons, before halting upon the social sciences section.

“remember that the subsections aren’t labeled. you’ll figure it out by eyeballing the titles carefully.” you say. something about her charisma and unconventionality brought you solace, and a smidge of relaxedness.

she raises her wrist and inspected her watch.

“it’s time for our break now, isn’t it?” she asks fervently.

you crack a tentative grin at her. “it’s 5 already? then yeah, go on.”

“y/n!” a barista calls out with plum crescents under her eyes. you stand from your ornately ivory wired seat— you have angry red imprints on the backs of your thighs— and retrieve your sugary boba tea.

admittedly, you’d never really liked that herby-earthy taste. but something about the sparkling excitement in yuka’s eyes made you inclined to spend a minute amount.

she watches you earnestly, waiting for you to slurp up the pearls and taro. you do, and you unsuccessfully suppress a cringe.

“it’s not bad.” you lie, still working on chewing the onslaught of saccharine.

she studies your face for a few seconds, before leaning back in her chair with a pout. “you hate it.”

you nod solemnly. “i do.”

her chest heaves with a hearty laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners and mouth falling half open. her teeth are aligned perfectly. you wondered if she’d had braces.

“i appreciate you trying to spare my feelings, but don’t force yourself to drink it. i can give you the money back for it—“

“no.” you interject, pausing when you realize the harshness of your tone. “no.” you soften. “don’t even worry. i got it.”

she didn’t seem deterred by your insistence, but relinquished anyway with a sigh.

“alright, y/n.” she huffs. “you win this time. next time, i’ll treat you.”

you smile small. “okay.”

you fall into light conversation about your boss, who flirts with all the girls staffed.

“when i was taking out a book off of the bookseller favorites display, he told me he’d ‘fill my hole.’” you scowl. “fuckin’ weirdo. why would he say it that way?”

yuka giggles, hiding her smile behind a heavily ringed hand.

“i can’t believe there’s so much drama at my new workplace! you have to keep me updated, y/n. i’ll let you know if he says any pervy shit to me.”

you marvel at her words. this was an invitation. to friendship? you weren’t positive. but it was the start of something new. and for once, the potential of change didn’t frighten you.

words flowed with great ease past your tongue, much to your shock. her very character assuaged your nerves, briefly, and you’d spoken more than you had in months.

out of nowhere, your hair stands on the back of your unexpectedly. you throw your chin over your shoulder, attempting to glimpse the cause of your paranoia. but besides the bustle of patrons, there was nothing you could pick out.

“you okay?” yuka asks concernedly, eyebrows pinched at the middle.

“yup.” you answer unconvincingly. “just fine.”

[deliciousangelfestival]

Café for Killers || 1- Lloyd Hansen

Summary: In this café, where people usually enjoy their coffee, after 12 a.m., the actual customers arrive, posing a risk to the temporary owner's life as she works here.

Character: Female Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Chp 1, Chp 2 .-

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

"Thank you for coming!" 

You beamed a warm smile at the customers, your eyes crinkling at the corners. With practiced ease, you leaned down and began clearing the remnants of their meal, stacking the used dishes with a practiced clatter.

A few customers offered curt nods of appreciation, their faces etched with the weariness of late nights. They pushed open the heavy window door with a sigh, the clink of the bell announcing their departure. 

"This place is a lifesaver," one woman remarked, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Only this cafe open till midnight, and the coffee's delicious on top of that. Easy on the wallet, too."

"Sure is," her friend replied. His gaze drifted towards the back of the house, a flicker of concern crossing your features. "Wonder if the owner's managing some sleep."

"You got a crush on the owner?"** His friend chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. 

"N-no, not at all!" he stammered, a blush creeping up his neck. A nervous laugh escaped his lips, sounding a little too high-pitched. 

He glanced back at the cafe one last time, the warm glow from your window cutting through the darkness. As he checked his phone, the illuminated screen revealed the time: 12:00 AM. 

Twilight Café.

The name fits perfectly, known to students far and wide as a sanctuary for late-night studying sessions and caffeine-fueled study marathons.

But beneath its welcoming exterior lurked something darker that demanded the café stay open until the witching hour.

Behind the welcoming façade of Twilight Café, catering to the late-night needs of college students lies a perilous secret that necessitates its doors staying open until 12 a.m. each night.

This isn't merely about accommodating nocturnal study sessions; there's a far more sinister reason behind the extended hours.

As the temporary owner of Twilight Café, you find yourself grappling with a promise made in haste when your uncle unexpectedly left the business in your hands.

What was meant to be a temporary arrangement—a favor to help him during his recovery from surgery—has turned into a daunting obligation.

Your mother's insistence and your experience as a barista seemed like reason enough to step in and lend a hand. Initially, you didn't mind; there were no ill feelings as you took on the responsibility.

After all, it was family, and supporting your uncle during a difficult time felt like the right thing to do.

However, as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you began to question the true nature of your uncle's request. The moment he handed you that nondisclosure agreement and insisted you sign away any possibility of backing out until he was fully recovered, a seed of doubt was planted in your mind.

Why the need for such secrecy? What was your uncle hiding behind the guise of a simple café? 

Regret gnawed at you as you helped your uncle and he revealed the private room and second storage area. 

'Cling.' 

The ring from the back door opening echoed through the cafe, signaling that it was past 12:00 a.m.

You swiftly lowered the café's window curtains, dimming the lights to set the atmosphere.

With a mix of trepidation and resignation, you prepared the coffee for the mysterious guests in the private room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you carefully arranged the cups on the tray, each movement precise yet tinged with nervousness.

With the tray of coffees in hand, you approached the private room, noting the presence of two burly guards stationed at the door. One of them wordlessly opened the door, allowing you entry.

As you stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The customers here were unlike the students and employees.

They are killers, merchants, assassins.

The Twilight Café was made for these types of customers.

They gathered here under the cover of night, their presence starkly contrasted with the usual patrons. Most of the killers who come here want to enjoy coffee since most of them can't sleep, or they need a place to hide, or they want to buy a weapon. But since your uncle is still sick, the weapon store is closed.

Typically, bookings were required for their attendance, allowing you to anticipate the number of guests. Tonight, there were only four individuals, two of whom were regulars.

"Ah, my coffee has arrived. You're a lifesaver, sunshine,"  came a voice from the table.

It was Lloyd Hansen, a renowned merchant and assassin. The casualness of his tone sent a shiver down your spine.

With a forced smile, you nodded in acknowledgment, your body tense with discomfort. As you set down the tray, you couldn't shake the unease that washed over you, a silent reminder of the dangerous world you found yourself entangled in.

And the other one is Carmichael, his partner in crime, while the other two, you've never seen them before.

You gently placed the coffee cup down, eager to leave the room quickly. Making a small bow, you murmured, "Enjoy your coffee."

"She's really polite. I like her," Lloyd remarked while Carmichael nodded.

You offered a smile in response before swiftly exiting the room.

Returning to the front of the café, the atmosphere felt lighter and safer. You glanced at your watch, noting that you couldn't leave until 3 a.m., the designated time limit for the killers' stay.

To distract yourself, you turned to watching cooking videos, the only thing that seemed to ease your mind amidst the unsettling environment.

With noise-canceling headphones in place, you blocked out the eerie voices that had plagued you since starting work here.

On your first day, you fainted. There was a fight among the killers, and the private room, once a cozy haven for them, lay in ruins.

However, a cleaning team was swiftly dispatched to address the aftermath. They were hired specifically to handle the grisly task of cleaning up bloodstains—a chilling reminder of the dangerous world you had unwittingly become a part of.

Time passed until you felt a looming shadow behind you. It was Lloyd, standing before you. Your eyes widened, and you fought the urge to scream.

Blood was splattered across his face, his smile only adding to his menacing appearance.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I made a mess. Those two didn't agree with me. You know I don't like that," Lloyd explained.

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

Lloyd chuckled at your reaction, finding amusement in your fear, likening you to a cute puppy.

"No worries, I've called the cleaning team," he continued, handing you a white envelope. "Here's the money for the repairs."

Great, you didn't have to enter the private room and witness what had occurred inside.

"Oh," he added, retrieving his wallet and pulling out $100 bills. "Here's a tip for the delicious coffee." He put the money in front of you.

"I'll see you again soon." With a wink, Lloyd left through the backdoor, leaving you to contemplate the surreal encounter.

As soon as he closed the door, you collapsed, overwhelmed. "Oh my god," you muttered under your breath.

‘PING’

Then, a notification pinged from the system, interrupting your relieved moment. Another customer for tomorrow—a killer.

You sighed heavily, frustration building inside you. This is the life of a temporary owner of a café for killers.

Who's going to be the next killer coming to the cafe?

You could decide which character and skills each character possesses.

The character with the most replies and reblogs will be the next customer.

[fivrilio]

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) C. 2

Act 1: 𝘐𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!

The breeze flew in the windows and the curtain flowing made it look more lively. The sun seeping in the room which made the temperature a bit hotter.

On the bed, lied Y/N who was fast asleep in the bed. Blanket no where to be seen (which was on the floor) and the pillow not on her head, she still slept like a baby under their mother's love.

Thaaat was until her alarm rang.

Her eyes snapped open and lazily tried to close her alarm, causing her to fall on the floor with a loud thud. She groaned and stood up properly and closed the alarm normally. She looked at the flowing curtain and decided to open it fully, letting the warm sunshine tick her skin.

With a yawn, she went ahead and cleaned up her bed. Patting down the pillow and folding the blanket nicely on top.

She went over to the kitchen and prepared herself some instant coffee to wake her mind up. Hopefully getting ready for the day once again.

She got her outfit prepared and layed nicely on the bed before stepping in the bathroom. The warm water steaming the room and immediately made her drowsy again but had to scrub herself clean.

After an exact five minutes, she went out the bathroom with a satisfied sigh. Her hair was still wet but nevertheless cleaned thoroughly. She patted her body dry and went ahead to wear the outfit she had prepared earlier and went to look at herself in the mirror.

She wasn't a big fan of her body image but still kept it up to make herself presentable. She grabbed a few clip-on ribbons and clicked them in her hair. She liked how it was a bit too much, she didn't know why she was into these types of cute things but she still loved them.

Grabbing her keys and bag, checking if she forgot anything else and went out. Locking the door and flipping the sign on the door with 'No one is home, please guard! -Tenant'

It was a small joke by the landlord but soon got into a short tradition in the apartment. Everyone in the apartment would guard that room with their life, especially the only grandma who was always on the chair outside her door.

She went down the stairs and made sure not to trip and fall down. The last time she tripped she almost broke her ankle, but thankfully it didnt. Stairs in the apartment we're small so chances are always at a high.

She survived the climb down and went down to the sidewalk. Remembering what happened last night with the accidentally bump with the man, shaking her head and went back to focusing on her walk.

Gazes on her over accessorized hair was something she could feel, but she didn't really care. It was her hair not theirs.

She arrived on the shop with a few minutes left before clock in. Her friend was on opening normally the shop was open but not open to the public yet.

"Mimi~ Are you there?" Y/N asked, placing her bag on one of the empty chairs that the customers usually use. The keys on the table as well.

"Yep! im just checking out if the rats ate any of the food!" Another voice yelled back, accompanied with metal clangs. Y/N found herself amused and giggled. "Alright, don't take too long! The cafe is opening soon~"

"Yeah yeah, im not a child Y/N!" "You act like one!" "Shut!"

Y/N went over to the receptionist and checked for any stolen money, which was none. Then she turned and began starting up the machines to prepare them. Doing a few mini drinks to check if they do work properly.

She placed the mini drinks on the table where her and her co-workers bag we're and placed two leftover sandwiches on the table. Making sure they atleast get breakfast before the work starts.

Mimi comes out of the back and gives a slight smile at the drinks and sandwich. "Come come, eat these before Xinshi comes" Y/N giggles, taking one and giving it to her beloved friend.

It's not that they hated their other co-worker, they just loved pulling secrets and pranks on eachother. Y/N was sure they even did something before she went to work.

9:00.

Xinshi flipped the sign outside so people knew it was open. Their café was not that popular but guessing from the reviews and feedbacks they got, they seemed to run things pretty well despite being the only three of them.

Y/N dusted the counters while Mimi went ahead and prepared the ingredients in the back just in case anyone orders for a food with their coffee.

— Rushed post, End of Chapter 2.

[bbangtans]

searching & finding | knj | oneshot teaser

⋆☀︎｡ Summary: Wake up, go to work, go home, cook dinner, rinse, and repeat: that was your life had come to post-grad. Once a young woman with larger-than-life aspirations, you’ve been downtrodden by the world's harsh realities. Now, after taking out all your savings and having only one large suitcase in tow, you find yourself in an idyllic seaside town to figure out what’s next for you. Luckily, the bookshop owned by the town’s beloved Kim Namjoon will always be a place of solace for you no matter how sudden the seasonal showers are.

pairing: namjoon x f!reader genre: non-idol au, fluff, romance, strangers to friends to lovers, book cafe owner genius namjoon is saurrrrr dreamy bro, reader just wants to find inner peace, yoongi is just the cool cousin there for the ride lmao, and jungkook is namjoon’s cute cafe assistant hehehehe rating/warnings: PG-15 | language, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex a/n: kim namjoon is my beacon of light through a storm. this is for anyone feeling a lil lost, sending you the warmest hug ever 🫂 and inspired by summer strike – that drama will always have a place in my heart, and what you are looking for is in the library – a hopeful, meditative read i highly rec! word count: ~10k will be posted on Sunday, April 21st at 10PM PST! <3 EDIT: post date moved to Sunday, April 27th!

“So, what brings you here to Pohang?” A tall, dimpled man approached your table as he set down the iced americano you ordered in front of you. He tucked his small serving tray under his arm as he eyed the stack of manga that you had, ready to indulge in a day of catching up on Haikyuu. You were the only customer in the establishment as it was late afternoon so that meant the kids were in school while the adults were busy at work. The soft sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains of the front window, giving the book cafe a yellowish hue. The end of another day was near. 

You thanked him as you tried to think of an answer. “Uh… I’m visiting my cousin, Yoongi, for the summer. Taking a break from Seoul after some things happened and just figuring out… life, I guess.” 

Internally, you wanted to scream because you felt like you were oversharing.

He gave a deep, thoughtful hum to your response. “Well, I think you’ve come to the right place. This place, although small compared to Seoul, has a lot to offer. And I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

You gladly gave your name as well and Namjoon repeated it to himself as though tasting how your name felt on his lips. You couldn’t help but feel your face flush slightly, Namjoon was definitely attractive. From his towering, defined build to honey-like, sun-kissed skin and topped off with dimples that punctuated a bright smile, he was a sight to behold for sure. “Thanks, I’m looking forward to seeing more of it as I figure things out.”

“Yeah,” he excitedly responded. “And I guess I’ll be seeing more of you around. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for out here.” 

“Same here.”

Your small smile matched his.

[fnlbeautifca]

M!Whitney x F!Reader / Contents: Foul/degrading language from a significant other, dubcon, standard Whitney behavior, 18+ content

(i have not written anything in a hot minute… pardon any poor writing and ooc things 😔)

You dropped your backpack next to your bed, flopping into the cheap sheets, kicking your shoes off and sending them sliding across the room. It had been a long, torturous day, like every other in the town that was Hell-on-Earth. Your skirt had been ripped to shreds at school, and the replacement cost an arm and a leg— which left a significant dent in the money that was supposed to be saved to pay off both yours and Robin’s debts to Bailey. Work wasn’t much better, with more customers than normal seemingly coming into the Cafe simply to make your job miserable. Safe to say, you were exhausted. You just wanted to cry into your sheets and never get up from your bed again.

Your tears soaked into your pillow, the sun setting over the town. You began to drift off to sleep, when something thunked against your window. You sat up on your knees, peeking through the curtains. A familiar face was looking back at you, and you nearly fell backwards at the sight! Whitney angrily motioned for you to open the window, and you sat up, unlocking it, and letting him in.

“Fuckin’ finally!” He groaned, pulling himself through the window and onto your bed. You shushed him, fearing someone would hear— especially Bailey. Whitney lowered his voice, “I thought I told ‘ya to just leave the fuckin’ thing open. D’ya know how much of a pain it is to climb up that goddamn wall?”

Before you could answer, you were pulled down on top of Whitney, his arms wrapped around your waist. You really hoped he hadn’t come for sex— you laid your head on his chest, eyes falling closed. You were exhausted.

“Sorry…” you mumbled. Whitney grunted, hand wandering down to your uniform’s skirt, messing with the fabric. Before long, his fingers slipped under it, pulling at your underwear. Your eyes shot open, and you smacked his hand away— you probably shouldn’t have done that. “N-Not tonight, please…”

Whitney sat up, visible eye glaring at you. You swallowed dryly. Surely he’d understand! It’s not like you were telling him you’d never have sex with him again— but… he did get pretty upset when you denied him…

“You’re my girlfriend,” Whitney jabbed a finger into your tummy, making you yelp, “the fuck d’ya mean ‘no’?”

Oh, he was definitely upset. You felt sweat start to drip down your neck. “I-I mean— I’m just… I’m, um, r-really tired… and, um, I’m sorry, bu-but…” With every word that tumbled out of your mouth, you could feel his eyes narrow even more, and you gaze kept drifting lower from his eyes, until you were nervously staring at his hoodie. “… mu-maybe tomorrow…?”

You could feel Whitney’s eyes on you, and after a few tense moments, you were shoved back onto the bed. The springs squeaked under you as your boyfriend leaned over you.

“No, I’m hard now. What good is a slut if they can’t even get you off?” He asked, flipping up your skirt. You watched in shock for a minute, before trying to scoot away. However, you were kept firmly in place

“Whitney, please…” He knew of all the things you’ve been subjected to! You thought he toned the forcefulness down after asking you out! Your hands were shaking, what could you do? If you screamed for help, Bailey might probably throw Whitney out. But then, Whitney would be really upset with you. You didn’t want your boyfriend to be mad. “O-Okay… I’m- um, s-sorry…”

“Good girl,” he gave a sadistic smile, tugging your panties to the side, and fiddling with the buckle on his belt, “Look, I’ll be nice. You won’t even have to do any of the work. Lay there and take it, like a good bitch.”

As Whitney pulled his pants down, your eyes went to the window. Maybe you shouldn’t have let him in tonight. You felt him push into you, and with no preparation, pain radiated from your hole. You whimpered, Whitney leaning down to kiss you while he slowly pushed the rest of himself inside, groaning. Your hands tangled in his hair, letting him to what he wanted to. It was better, to just let Whitney do things his own way.

Whitney’s tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring a part of you he’s done a million times before. His hips pull back, and then snap forward, making you whine in pain. He begins at a moderate pace, which then becomes faster and faster with each minute that crawls by.

“If ‘ya didn’t want it,” Whitney paused, slamming his hips forward, making a squelching noise, “‘ya wouldn’t be so goddamn wet…” He laughed, and a few tears dripped down your face. Whitney huffed, a hand grabbing your chin, and squeezing your cheeks, making you look at him.

“Look, slut, if ‘ya don’t stop with the fuckin’ water works, I’ll give ‘ya something to really cry about. So shut it.” He watched you for a moment, then squeezed your face, “Do ‘ya fuckin’ understand?”

You quickly nodded, and Whitney let go of your face. He began to pick up his pace, biting into the skin of your neck, and slamming into you so hard it hurt. Your arms wrapped around him, wet face buried in his hoodie. Heat pooled in your tummy, and your whimpers turned to quiet moans. Whitney’s hips began to stutter, and with a final thrust, he buried himself inside of you, cumming as you also released, nails digging into his clothing.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he pulled out, flopping back on the bed, head landing on your pillow. As he lit a cigarette, you crawled next to him, cuddling into his side. The nasty smell of smoke made you cough, but Whitney’s hand petting your head made it ever so slightly more tolerable. Hopefully he just… listened better next time…

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eek… there was no proof reading or rough drafting ^^ i hope this isnt terrible…

[anthracite-writes]

Obey Me! One-shot; Personal Maid Cafe Service

Leviathan x gn! reader || SFW || TW//CW: uses male termonalogy [ uses the term "Bulter" insted of maid and once use of the word "Handsome" but thats about it] - General Summary: Working your usual shift after school hours to earn a bit of grim on the side at one of the popular maid cafes in the Devildom, you are requested by one of the guest - not expecting who you would meet on the other side of the private room door.

NOTE // I want to shoot my shot at a one-shot fic so why not? Sorry in advance if the story seems choppy and doesn't flow correctly. It's my first time in a long time attempting at short fiction and writing in second person - this might be a one time thing for writing second person for one-shots. Let's just say I'm using this as a little exercise to ease myself back into writing these type of stuff. again, sorry in advance if this isn't a good one shot.

You were in the middle of checking out a group of guests you were assigned to for the day, waiting for them to finish with their transaction at the counter, fidgeting with the sleeve of my uniform slightly as you started to zone out a bit - wondering what the brothers were up to back home. “Y/N, you got requested in private room 3B. It’s Party of one.” one of my co-workers said in a hushed tone, squeezing past you to grab a couple menus, “Well, not exactly requested by name - but they requested a ‘butler’ to serve them.”

“I’ll see to it then, thanks for the heads up.” You said softly as you heard the transaction go through. You flash a smile at the group of customers, handing them they’re recipe upon their request and wishing them on their way.

You step away from the counter and grab the menus and head to the hall lined with doors in the back of the cafe, straightening out the dress vest and fixing the tie of the butler uniform you had to wear in a subtle manner, occasionally greeting guests as they passed you. It wasn’t usual that a guest would request a butler as their server for their experience in this maid cafe, hence the lack of ‘butlers’ in this location. Or any other maid cafes for that matter. It was extremely rare for maid cafes in general to even have any other gender than female employees since more often than not these themed restaurants are more directed to the male demographic. It was extremely lucky you found this job listing on the bulletin in the House of Lamentation. And it did pay extremely well, which you was happy about as well, no longer needing to rely on the allowances Lord Diavolo gave you as the human exchange student at RAD.

I finally reach the room I was assigned to, closing my eyes and taking a breath as you hyped yourself up to entertain another guest. ‘okay… here we go again.’ You put your hand on the door knob, going in without even looking who you were serving though the fully glass door, just wanting to get this private room guest done and over with. Going into the room, you flash a smile at the guest. “Welcome home, masterrrr…” Your words dragged as eyes widen at the sight of the guest, the guest equally as surprised - hearing the Avatar of Envy start to stutter from his usual nervous habit.

“Y/N… I, um.. Er… H-hi…” Leviathan stuttered, his cheeks going red as he flustered up. Both of you were in the same boat, way too stunned to speak from surprise and shocked.

“Hi…” you’re voice trailed, closing the door and pulling the privacy curtain over it, “You can’t tell anyone I work here-”

“Please! You can’t tell my brothers, they won’t let me live it down!” Levi begged, cutting you off mid sentance before looking away from you as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket you usually see him wear around the house when he’s out of his room.

The two of you stared at each other, awkwardness filling the air before you finally spoke, “Okay… I won’t say a word about you being here if you don’t tell anyone I work here."

Levi nodded feverishly in response, happily agreeing to those terms. You take a shaky breath and continue with your usual greeting, walking over to the table and putting down the menus.

“Welcome home Master. What can I start you off with for drinks?” you say, looking at him with a soft smile.

Leviathan’s cheeks became a darker shade of red as you spoke and only worsened when you smiled at him, “Please um… can you just call me by my name?” He requested, looking at you nervously.

“It’s kinda my job to call you 'master', Levi… you of all people should know that.” You say with a soft voice, trying to put the shut-in sitting in front of you at ease.

“I-I know that much, Y/N… it’s just…” Levi trailed off though, trying to find the words and trying to not mess this up, “It feels weird hearing you of all people saying that to me…” he averted his eyes from yours, focusing on the menu in front of him.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, “Well… I do remember you talking about how you want to have the full maid cafe experience one time, so allow me to help you with that experience. Again, it's part of my job. It’s kinda a requirement.” You reasoned with him, straightening out your uniform, fixing the gloves on your hands to make sure they were taut against the shape of your hand.

Levi bit his lip,  “F-fine… I guess it’s fine…” he mumbled, his tangerine orange eyes looking up at you, looking at your uniform then meeting your gaze. “Uh… I um…” He began to fidget, his eyes starting to avoid you and looking pass you.

“Levi, take your time. Don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll wait,” You say with a soft tone, folding your hands in front of you.

The demon nodded slightly as he took a breath, “Can I get water…? Please?” His voice trembled, looking up at you at the corner of his eye.

“Of course master, I’ll leave you alone with the menu and I’ll be back with your water.” You turn on your heels and walk to the door, looking over your shoulder as you take hold of the door handle, checking on the lavender haired male you were serving. He was looking down at the menu, occasionally looking up to see if you’ve left before averting his eyes back at the menu. You couldn’t help but just smile a bit, you can see he’s trying to push himself to be more social and you couldn’t help but feel for him, you take a breath before you exit the room.

~~~

“Um, Y/N…?” Leviathan chimed up, getting your attention, walking over to his side.

“What can I do for you, Master Leviathan?” You say, looking lean down slightly as you wait for his response.

Leviathan’s cheeks rosy up from how close you were to him, clearing his throat a bit before he spoke, looking up at you from where he sat, “I… uh… I just wanted to tell you that I uh… I think your uniform looks nice…” he said through stutters, “y-you look really handsome… I mean! I, uh…”

You felt your face heat up from his comment, letting out a soft chuckle from the flattery, “Thanks, I’m quite fond of the uniform myself.”

Levi cleared his throat again, “A-anyway, I figured out what I want to eat…” he said, showing you the menu and pointing at what he wanted, you can see that his hands were trembling from all the nerves he must be feeling. You simply responded with a nod, pulling out the pocket note pad and pen from your pant pocket, taking note of it. “I’ll be right bac-” “Y/N… can I make a request of you…” Leviathan cut you off, immediately getting flustered, “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you off! I- um…”

“Leviathan… Master, it’s fine…” You say, looking at him with a soft expression, “You’re the one in charge here, remember?”

The demon gulped down hard and nodded, “R-right… well um… is… it possible if you can um… if you can stay here… with… with me?” he stuttered, his gaze averting away from you as he fidgeted the hem of his shirt.

“Of course master, I’ll just put in your order first if that’s okay. I won’t leave the room, I’ll do it remotely, okay?” You said with a smile, turning and walking away from him, making your way to the tablet on the wall next to the door, putting in his order as the room fell to complete silence - the sound of you tapping on the screen the only thing audible.

“Um… Y/N?” You hear the male behind you call out.

You let out a hum in response to let him know you heard him, “Yes? What is it, master?” you call back, sending the order off to the kitchen.

“Can… can you sit with me?” He requested, looking down at the table as his leg shook. You turned around, seeing how anxious he was. Without a word, you walk back to the table and pull out the seat across from the male, sitting straight up, hands folded in your lap. Levi looked up at you wide eyed as if he was a deer in the headlights, not expecting you to accept his request. “Are… you just doing this to make me happy…?” He mumbled, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“No, I’m doing this out of my own free will. I don’t usually accept these kinds of requests when I’m on the open floor area of the café since it’s kinda against the rules. But in private rooms, those rules don’t apply but I still have the right to reject requests. Besides, I’ll happily sit with you. “Though, I do have something to ask you if you don’t mind.” You add.

Leviathan looked back at you, his eyes softening, finally relaxing his nerves after all this time, “S-sure… I don’t mind, what is it?”

“Why… Did you request a butler server? Were you aware I worked here?” You asked, seeing Levi immediately start to fluster up.

“No! It’s nothing like that, I knew you worked - I just had no idea you were working here!” He raised his hands in protest before sighing, putting his hands flat on the table’s “I-I was just curious is all… nothing else to it. I wasn’t expecting to see you in such a place… dress up like…”

“A butler?” You said through a chuckle. Leviathan lips curled slightly in a small smile as you finished his thought and nodded.

“Yeah, you can say that…” he said with a slight chuckle in his tone, “Is… it okay if I request something from you again, Y/N?”

“You don’t need to ask every time you want to give me an order, you know? You say though a chuckle. Leviathan’s cheeks turned red from your words, a slight pout on his lips.

“Well… Is it okay if I request that we share what I ordered?” The demon asked, looking away from you as his face deepened in colour.

“Like… you want to split your meal with me?”

Leviathan looked at you then looked away with a slow blink, “Yeah… I mean, there’s nothing to it! I… I just assumed you’re kinda hungry and dinner won’t be ready by the time you get off your shift.” He muttered under his breath, yet loud enough to hear his reasoning, “You can say no, I’d understand… why would you want to share food with a yucky otaku like me-”

“I’d be happy to take you up on your offer, Master Leviathan.” You say softly, cutting him off. He looked at you with pure shock, his orange hue eyes glistening with silent joy as he processed what you just said to him. After a while of silence he gulped, parting his lips as if to say something to you only to be shut down by your pager going off.

~~~

You step out into the busy streets of the Devildom, letting a sigh of exhaustion from finally getting off your shift, you sling your bag over your shoulders and turn in the direction to go back to the House of Lamentation, stopping in your tracks as you see the familiar otaku waiting outside the cafe, his back against the brick wall as he scrolled through his phone. “Levi?” You call out to him, getting his attention. A faint smile forming on his lips when his eyes meet yours.

“Hey, Y/N… you’re finally off the clock?” Levi says with a slight stutter, putting his phone away in his pocket and pushing his back off the wall and walk over to you, hands in his jacket pocket in an attempt to look cool.

“How… have you been waiting out here?” You said with a chuckle, seeing the shut-in’s pale skin slowly turn red at your question, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at the stone streets.

“I uh… don’t get the wrong idea, I was just passing by after visiting a couple shops to pre-order stuff and just window shop, ya know?” The lavender-haired male said through stutters, shoving his hand that he was rubbing against his neck into his pocket again. “I just… wanted to stop by, see if you were done with your shift and I um… I…” His eyes slowly drifted back to you, the small smile on your lips while you listened to him speak made his face heat up even more, and it didn’t help you were still in your work uniform - adding onto the cuteness factor to him. He takes a deep and shaky breath as he closes his eyes, trying to relax himself, “I… was wondering if you’d like me to walk back to the House of Lamentation… “But not in the cliche-normie ‘I want to walk home with you because I like you’ way… just for convenience sake! Since we’re both heading home now.” He added, eyes wide and cheeks red as he tried to reason.

“And what makes you think I want to go directly home?” you say in a teasing manner, Levi's posture stiffening up at your words at his face deepens with colour. Leviathan started to stammer and stumble over his words, unsure how to answer. You let out a soft chuckle, walking past him, nudging him playfully. “Come on, let’s head home.”

Levi’s eyes brightened and he swiftly joined your side without hesitation, keeping pace with your steps so the two of you were walking side by side. “It… it was nice to hang out with you after school. Just the two of us I mean, even if you were working…”

“I liked it too, it practically didn’t feel like I was working at all.” You said with a smile, continuing to look forward as the two of you walked down the streets leading back home from the shopping district of the Devildom. Little did you know, Leviathan was looking down at you from the corner of his eye, admiring how you looked in your uniform - reminding him of some animes and mangas he’s read, you looked almost like those characters to him.

“I… um… Maybe I can come by again, so we can spend more time together and all…” He suggested, scratching his neck out of habit when he felt anxious.

“Well, personally… I wouldn’t mind if we hung out after I finished my shifts and when I get days off.” You suggested in a casual manner, Levi taken back by your words.

“H-huh?! You would want to hang out with a boring shut-in like me?” He questioned you, looking at you in surprise with a hint of joy glimmering in his eyes.

You nodded in response, “I mean, yeah. I know that going out to a place like the maid cafe I work at is quite nerve racking with your social anxiety and all so… how about I suggest this. “I can let you experience a maid cafe in the comfort of your own room. I do know how to cook and make a couple things on the menu and I don’t mind wearing my uniform for you. That way we can spend time together and you can have the maid cafe experience whenever you want to. I’d be like… your personal butler in a way.” You looked up at the Avatar of Envy, awaiting his response. Levi’s face cheeks were dusted with pink as he thought, looking back at you with a slight smile.

“I.. I would really like that, Y/N. Thanks…” He said with a smile, “Well, as you are my ‘personal butler’, is it only to make a request…?”

You let out a soft chuckle as Levi immediately went with the idea, “Sure, go ahead.”

“Can… can I hold your hand while we walk home?” He said, his voice trembling before he shook his head, “forget I said anything, why would someone like you want to hold hands with an otaku like me? It was a dumb question, you don’t have-”

Without saying a word, you bushed the back of your hand against his before taking it gently in yours, gently lacing your fingers in the spaces between yours. You felt Leviathan stiffen up slightly then relax, his hand gently taking yours in return, a small smile forming upon his lips, knowing this was just the start for you two. The start of a friendship about to bloom.

[soulshellcaseart]

Hi hi I'm here with some more content for my little au of the celestial cafe bay! Tho from here I'll be changing the name of the fic I am writing for it to cafe love bites. I'm so very happy to actually have something to share on my silly little fic and I hope you guys will enjoy this little tad bit of the first chapter, that I have to share. However this is my first fic ever so do try not to take it that seriously.

A surprise guest!

 For as long  as you could remember you've always wanted to run a cafe of your own,and help make people's day a little bit better by giving them a place to rest or just help by getting them something to help start their day. Unfortunately the world or the universe, whatever  governs your existence, didn't make achieving that dream easy. A  lot of things were  thrown your way but you finally got your business off the ground! Finally opening up a place called the Celestial cafe bay and so far it's  going pretty decent.a little bit more than you expected but nothing you can't handle,right?..

Wrong. You were very wrong. Everything  was a lot harder to  do alone than you expected, turns out your cafe is a lot more popular than you imagined. You expected to get one to two customers a week ,but not 10 or 20 customers every day of the week! You're  already  struggling to keep up with the supply and demand, having to wake up early every day to set up the cafe,prep and prepare the baked goods. You have to bake bread and cupcakes, put frosting on the pastries , make the bagel sandwiches and sometimes make yourself some  breakfast with a cup of coffee.but who has time to eat breakfast when you have customers to serve. Besides all the money you earn helps pay all the loans you've acquired trying to start up the cafe and a couple small upgrades to the cafe's aesthetic .Should you probably hire someone to help with the cafe? Yes most likely but you hardly have time for that with how you're running the cafe and barely being good at managing your own time , much less someone else's . It's hard to run the cafe by yourself  but you guess this is what you should expect running a business by yourself. Especially when you have a hard time getting to sleep ,so you fall asleep on the couch watching tv most nights. 

    So here you are again waking up on the couch, with the tv  still running. You feel groggy and disgruntled with  dried  saliva on your face. Pushing yourself up, your body makes its protests known as the joints of your hands and elbows  ache. You groan, wiping the sweat off your  brow  before reaching  for the remote and turning off the Tv. 

 You get up with a stretch before making your way to the stairs to start your day.Making your way to the kitchen you hear The whirl of the winds followed by sounds of the heavy pitter patter of the storm outside. You yawn , walking into the kitchen flipping the switch next to the door frame .Pushing back the curtain, you enter the room.  passing by the tall and lanky figure in your kitchen, to close the window blocking out the sound of the pouring rain outside. now hearing the subtle whirring and clicks of the fans of something Similar to a sound that you would think an animatronic would make. But you didn't leave a fan on did you? Wait actually you don't have a fan at all in the kitchen , last you checked. So where's that sound coming from?..

You blink and yawn, rubbing out the sleepiness that lingers in your eyes before turning around and finally fully acknowledging the tall ass animatronic that was standing right behind you. Staring up at it now you feel almost speechless and dumb founded, as you watch the Sun-like animatronic come to life. Stunted by this sudden turn of events you are unable to find the words to speak as its eyes settle on you . Feeling the air rise with tension the longer you both stare at each other in shock and bewilderment. You fumble as you try to speak still trying to wrap your head around the situation only managing a small squeak before it screams and you scream in turn started by it screaming and confusion as to how it got here.you point at it, stumbling back a little barely missing the puddle behind you as it settles in that there's a animatronic in your kitchen! Your scream rising a pitch as the life from its eyes flicker out, falling back as it's scream was cut short. You stumble back nearly tripping over yourself in the process, falling back into the big puddle of water by the window.

[mncxbe]

#. ݁₊ ⊹going on a shopping spree with Beam . ݁˖ . ݁𝒄𝒘: beam's first but definitely not last kiss, cutesies, a little bit of tension between him a reader and i guess some hc of mine for beam, not proofread oops, SFW

since Beam started hanging out with you and Denji you insisted that he wore more clothes in public. after all, you couldn't walk around town with a half naked man, as if his shark head didn't draw enough attention already. still, despite your pleas, Beam never dressed properly so you eventually took it upon yourself to buy him some nice clothes. it totally wasn't just an excuse to spend alone time with him.

"Beam come here try this one too" you urged the man next to you, pushing yet another tshirt in his arms. the fiend absentmindedly draped it over his forearm, his gaze scanning the store– the walls were lined with racks displaying the latest clothes and accessories, white lights casting a soft glow on them. sniffling the air, he could make out the faint scent of sandalwood.

"so this is where girls like to spend their time?" he asked in his usual enthusiastic tone. "not all girls love shopping" you sighed, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. the tshirt Denji lent him was tight around his biceps and chest, making him look as if he was wearing a teenager's clothes.

"lord Chainsaw said that you always buy something from the mall when you go out"

"that's because i have money to spend, unlike a certain blond" you smiled, perking up when your eyes landed on a navy blue shirt. "oh my god you'd look so good in this"

Beam followed close behind as you got one of the shirts from the hanger and tossed it in his arms. "alright, let's go to the changing rooms. i think we have enough things already."

"isn't the pretty girl going to try anything?" he asked casually but you could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. Beam rarely used your name, mostly calling you sweet things; you knew he didn't mean anything by it, it was just his way of addressing people, but you'd lie if you said it didn't make you flustered.

"no, not today. i just want to find something nice for you." the fiend nodded and you made your way towards the changing rooms. ignoring the sharp glares of the other customers in the store, you quickly guided Beam into one of the stalls. "please show me how you look after you try them on"

"okie dokie" he smiled, giving you a thumbs up before disappearing behind the heavy cotton curtain. while Beam changed, you waited patiently in front of the changing room scrolling on your phone. it was only four in the afternoon but you were already tired and in desperate need of a coffee. you'd make sure to go to a cafe right after you were done here.

not too long after, Beam stepped out of the stall wearing the first t shirt. "how do i look?" he asked, grinning proudly from ear to ear. hot, you wanted to blurt out but instead you nodded, giving him a content smile. "it suits you well" and indeed, the t shirt looked amazing on him, showing off his broad shoulders and chest. the fiend beamed at your words, happily clapping his hands above his head. "hell, yes. okay, i'll try on the other ones too wait for me"

one by one, Beam went through the whole pile of clothes you picked out. they all looked so good on him you had a hard time choosing what to keep, so you ended up returning only one or two pieces. rougly twenty minutes later the fiend was down to the last shirt. peeking his head from behind the curtain, he gave you an apologetic look "could you give me a hand? i can't with the buttons"

you sighed, briefly looking at the other people around. asking Beam to step out of the changing room was out of the question. you couldn't risk having some little kid starting to cry over his appearance or you'd get kicked out of the store like it happened on other occasions. all you could do was join Beam. taking a deep breath in to calm your nerves, you slipped into the cramped stall without anyone noticing.

as soon as you pulled back the curtain you were met with the image of the frustrated fiend struggling to fit the tiny buttons of the shirt through their designated holes. "stupid... things" he mumbled, biting his lip in annoyance. "here, let me help you" you offered, closing the distance between you as you started working on the buttons. they actually proved to be a drag. the material of the shirt was rigid and the little buttons wouldn't pass through easily. you did your best to ignore the closeness between you and the fiend, the way his chest rose and fell with each steady breath he took. you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin and smell his scent, something between seasalt and lime. occasionally, your hands brushed against his abs but you tried to play it off, praying that Beam wasn't aware of the blush tinting your cheeks. once you were done buttoning the shirt you slowly looked up at him. "okay all done–"

your breath hitched as you noticed Beam leaning towards you with a soft smile on his face. your heart raced when he brought his face level with yours "is the pretty girl alright?"yea i'm okay. you chuckled nervously, taking a little step back but your back hit the wall of the stall. Beam's frame towered over you, a concerned expression etching itself on his features. "pretty girl smells different"

god, you swore you could die of embarrassment. could he actually tell you were flustered? "i'm alright Beam, I promise. it's just a little hot in here"

"oh i see" he smiled "i mean, your body temperature is over the roof so i figured. we could get ice cream to cool off"

you couldn't help but cringe a little at the situation. you were mere inches away from your sort of crush, all blushing– how could he be so oblivious to what was happening. still, his concern for you was sweet. "yea, ice cream sounds good..."

your voice trailed off as your eyes flickered to his lips, only for a brief moment but it was enough to make your heart thump in your chest. noticing your sudden silence Beam's demenour grew softer again and he instinctively leaned towards you. he wasn't thinking, not really, his instincts were taking over. some strange force pulled him towards you and he placed a firm hand on your shoulder as his lips met yours in a heated kiss. your mind went blank for a moment before your eyelids fluttered shut and you returned the kiss, kneading his chest with your palms. Beam was surprisingly gentle, his sharp teeth occasionally nipping at your bottom lip but it felt comforting. oddly so. by the time he pulled back you were both a blushing mess. "i'm sorry, y/n i don't know what came over me i—" he fumbled for words, looking around the stall as if searching for some sort of justification for his actions.

"it's okay Beam, don't worry. i'm not upset or anything. i actually liked it" you reassured him, bashfully tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "i wanted to do that for some time"

"you did?" he beamed, letting out a sigh of relief "good lord that's great news. i've always wanted to kiss pretty girl too. i mean how could i not..." the fiend scratched the back of his head and god you swore you could eat him up. he was so adorable when he was flustered. raising on your tippy toes, you placed your hands on his chest and pecked his cheek, earning a warm smile from him. "well, from now on feel free to kiss me anytime"

[gimmeurtummy]

Ethereal Desires: Chapter 1

Pairing: Lee Know x Y/n × Hyunjin (Y/n x Jeongin) (Brief Heeseung x Y/n) (ft. Jay)

Genre: supernatural, triangle love, unrequited love, angst, 2nd chance, 'so called star crossed lovers', what if's, deaths, scary stuff in a cute way

Chapter warnings: Domestic abuse, mention of alchohol, mention of death

"If you could change one thing about your life, what would that be?" Was the first thing her Psychology teacher asked the class today. It was a trick question to be honest, with a lot of outcomes. Apparently, she chose to pretend to be satisfied with her life, but with all honesty, she wasn't. And everyone knew.

As soon as she had stepped out of the class, a familiar wave of nostalgia washed over me. She wasn't used to walking out of classes alone, no, not once he came along. If she was Lily Bloom, then he was her Atlas Corrigan, that's how she used to view herself back as an emotionally unstable teenager. But when she saw him lying in the casket, after being in a coma for 2 years, she knew that everything was a dream. 

From then, she had grown up a lot, both emotionally and physically, and had tried her best to put everything behind herself, but standing here at the stairs of my own house, she felt unsafe in all the ways possible. Y/n took a deep breath, and pushed the door away, it made a silent creak, but it was very quiet to be noticed. She carefully closed the door and took off her shoes, and made my way to the staircase.

"Y/n? Is that you?" She closed my eyes, a soft curse falling off of her lips. There's no point in hiding anymore, she slowly walked towards the kitchen. "I made cookies!" Her mother smiled, placing the tray on the counter. She took in her appearance, apart from the bruises, she looked fine. "Here, have some."

"I am not hungry," Y/n lied, but in reality, her body was hurting so bad all she wanted was to drop dead.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" Before she could rush over to me, she stepped back. And gave a tight smile, followed by a "I'm fine." Y/n turned on her heels and left before her mother could ask her any more questions. Sighing,she closed the door, dropping her bag by the edge of the bed, she flopped down. Her eyes focused on the now fading off white ceiling which had been last painted when her medium sized room was her nursery. Her eyes scanned the room, most of the things she had, things she loved were now gone. Sold to a thrift shop, because 2 jobs weren't paying her enough to get a bare minimum decent apartment. 

She blindly searched for the laptop on her bed, and sat up once she had her hands on it. The screen had an impressive crack, thanks to her father. The sides were dent, and the color was fading away. She turned it on, and searched for more apartments. The air blew the curtains further in her room, and the clock ticked silently. Her eyes scanned the article with a deep frown. Once. Twice. Thrice. She checked her notepad and let out a deep breath, the apartment was being rented out at a low rate. Surprisingly, no one had applied for it. She quickly sent in a, "I'm interested in this offer," before getting up to get ready for work.

Like everyday, today wasn't also in her favor, she huffed, staring out of the window at the busy street as the day passed by quite slowly. Pushing her hair out of her face, and straightened up and wore a polite smile to greet the customer who had just walked in, and just at her moment her phone vibrated with messages. She skillfully ignored the vibrations, and focused on her work. 

The doorbell of the cafe rang, as the night had already fallen, and it was quiet all around, it was not the first time Y/n had to deal with a customer coming after the closing hours. “I'm sorry, the cafe's closed,” she said, wiping the nth table. 

“Oh, I was actually here for L/n Y/n,” the skin on her body stood up at the words she turned around crossing her hands over her chest. “How may I help you?”

The man in front of her wouldn't be older than 30, his hair was styled back and he was wearing an expensive suit with glasses, “You applied for the house article I posted a while ago.” Y/n slowly nodded, frowning. Upon understanding her  confusion he quickly added, “It's not the smartest idea to put up the shifts you work on the shops on social media.”

Y/n took a deep breath, “Yeah, I know, but what about the house?”

“Oh it's available,” he nodded quickly. “It's actually a mansion I must admit, so you will have to share with others.”

“And I wonder why the rate was so low,” She thought to herself. “That's not a problem.”

“Great, if you are free we can go and visit it tomorrow,” he smiled a little too wide for the given situation, making Y/n nod wearily. After exchanging numbers the man left in a hurry. Y/n couldn't help but clutched the cleaning rag in her hand, an uneasy feeling washing over her. 

A sigh escaped her lips as she stared at the front door of her own house. Her chest filled with doubt as to whether to sneak in, or let them know about her presence. Y/n entered the house and closed the door silently, and took off her shoes. Just as she was about to sneak up the stairs, a movement caught her eye.

“Stop right there!” She heard her father's gruff voice, yelling at her. She closed her eyes before opening them again and turned to face her father. “Where were you?”

She sighed, rubbing the tip of her nose, “I work late shifts on Saturday.”

“Don't lie to me!” His loud voice made her flinch. “I know what they told me! There was a man at the cafe after it was closed!” 

“That's really creepy and weird of you,” she pointed out, and no sooner had she taken one step, she was pulled back by her bag and thrown down the staircase. Her head collided with the wall behind, her vision going blurry for a moment and her  ears ringing. 

Once she came back to my senses, she heard her mother yelling at her father, and him just yelling back at her. Her mother did her best to distract him, so she could slip into her room. Crawling up the stairs, she did. She silently slipped in and locked the door, and pushed her nearly empty glass book rack in front of it. Her bag fell off her shoulder as she dropped onto the ground, tears flowing freely.

Her nose scrunched up, forming wrinkles of confusion on her face. The mansion was lavish, the maintenance cost could pay off 4 times of her house loan. The living room was twice as big as her house. But the thing that confused her was the price. Even having to share the house with others did not explain the low cost. 

She took in her new room, which was bigger than her room, her parents room and the guest room combined. It has been 3 hours since she walked out of her home. Her mother didn't even try to stop her, knowing if she stayed there, there was no future for her. Her father had been gone since 6 in the morning. The landlord was confused, but understood her desperation to get over the paperwork and move in.

Y/n dropped her bag on the ground and sat by the window, overlooking the garden. A girl, about her age was listening to music and scribbling on a book. She stood up and wiped her hands on her pants, and walked downstairs. Just as she passed by the hallway, her shoulder brushed agasint another taller and broader shoulder. Her head snapped back, but the figure of a boy, his head low was already disappearing into another room. Her breath picked up, the scent, the touch, it felt too similar. 

She turned away continuing down the stair case, once she had closed the door behind herself the cold air greeted her like an long lost friend, making her pull her jacket tighter around herself. Another girl, her age probably, long black hair running down was yelling at the landlord, who calmly dealt with her. Seeing how calm he was, the girl felt frustrated and marched passed her back into the house.

Y/n looked a little amused and continued on her way, “You don't look like someone to get on others’ nerves.”

The man took of his glasses rubbing his nose before putting them back on, “Believe me, I get that a lot. She asked permission to throw a party.”

“And you said no?” She chuckled.

The man shrugged with a upside down grin, “I said no alcohol,” she made her laugh, because it sounded pretty stupid. Party without alcohol. A comfortable silence filled the atmosphere, making her forget why she even came here. “I suggest you stay inside the house, if you don't have any work outside of course, it's cold here.” With a nod her turned to take his leave.

“Hey, sir!” Y/n called out. “I didn't ask your name…”

He turned back, his car door opened and smiled, “Park Jongseong.”

“Do you need something?” The girl, whow as scribbling looked up at her. “You have been lingering here for a while now.”

“Oh,’ Y/n shrugged in embarrassment. “I am just new here, I have nothing to do…”

The girl tilted her head frowing, “Don't you have any shift today? At the library right?”

Y/n nodded slowly, “You are an weakly visitor, I took off today.”

The girl shurgged her shoulder, “Your library needs to stack up more books on dark magic,” she paused briefly. “Alex.”

“Y/n,” she said timidly, turning away to leave catching the faint ‘I know’. “Ask Heeseung to show you the library!” She froze. Heeseung? The frown deepening on her face. “Lee Heeseung?” She turned to look back at the girl who slowly nodded. 

Y/n took fast steps inside the house, mumbling to herslef, “It's okay, don't worry, there are plenty of Lee Heeseung's out there, that are just as tall as him and smell—”

“Watch your steps dummy!” The voice scolded her in the familiar tone. Y/n rubbed her back, whining internally until the voice hit her ears.

Oh no. 

[moonlightisdancing]

Simplicity of Love/ s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 1078

Warnings: SFW, just super gushy tooth rot, bf sammy, there is a showering bit but its still SFW

A/N: i’m having a sam down and the more candids i see of him, the worse it gets, hence this

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

Birds chirping, a soft breeze blowing under the curtains and the soft sound of a gentle piano in the distance dancing through the air. The smell of fresh coffee pours into the bedroom shared between you and Sam. You roll out of bed wearing nothing but one of his shirts and your underwear, feet gently making their way to the sound of ‘Unchained Melody’ coming from the livingroom, the patter of puppy paws following.

“There she is! Good morning sunshine! And good morning my little Rosie.” Sam looked up from his piano excitedly at you, reaching down to give Rosie her ‘good morning’ pets.

“Good morning, my Sammy,” you reply, still coming to your senses.

You look around and see that Sam had made breakfast for the two of you. A bouquet of wild flowers picked from the yard sat in a tiny glass cup in the middle of the table, surrounded by his little breakfast set up. He made avocado toast and tried out a new recipe for tofu he found that was supposed to mimic eggs.

“I picked some tomatoes from our garden to cook into the ‘eggs’, I’m hoping it tastes as good as it looks…” He sounds unsure of his cooking ability, but it was no secret Sam was the chef in this relationship.

Sam walks up behind you and holds you in his arms. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he sways you side to side, peppering your cheek and neck with kisses. You lean your head back to rest on his chest, feeling the warmth from his body against yours.

“I could stay like this forever, but I don’t want all your hard work to get cold.” You ushered him to the table. Sam’s arms are your favorite place to be and knowing that, he would keep you like that all day given the chance.

Sam ignored your gesture and pulled out your chair before bringing over coffee for the two of you. He places your “Dog Mom'' mug in front of you and kisses your temple before returning to his seat across from you. His coffee is steaming in his “Girl Dad '' mug that you had custom made with a picture of him and Rosebud on it.

“I was thinking we hit the record store today,” He takes a sip of his coffee, “we can get lunch at that new cafe too if that sounds good to you.”

“That sounds great, Sammy.” You watched a big smile grow on his face, his brown eyes glistening at you from the other side of the table.

You considered these kinds of days dates, even if Sam didn’t feel they were special enough for you to call them such. Walking around the record store with your arm in his, looking for new music to share with each other, it’s simple but it’s love. After breakfast, you try to beat Sam to cleaning up the table. He suggests you play rock, paper, scissors and the loser cleans the table. He distracts you so he can change his move and purposely lose.

“Awh man, I lost again,” Sam sucks his teeth, “guess that means YOU get your butt out of my kitchen, and I’ll get this cleaned up!”

You go to the room to gather an outfit for Sam and yourself, and clean towels for a shower before you guys head out. You grab your matching lotion and shower gel in Sam’s favorite scent, “In The Stars.” You start the shower so it can warm up, the feeling of familiar hands grabs your waist. When you turn around, you’re met with Sam’s tall, slim figure. He’s so effortlessly gorgeous, beautiful tan skin, perfect teeth, his big brown eyes and long shiny hair. Sam is by far your favorite sight. You begin undressing each other for your shower, something you always did without it being sexual in nature. Sam kisses your neck before he opens the shower door for you to get in, him following swiftly behind.

Sam holds you close, arms wrapped around your shoulders, your body to his, as the water runs around and between you both. He rests his chin on your head and runs his hand up and down your shoulder, gently swaying while humming ‘Here Comes the Sun’. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest with your cheek pressed against him made the shower feel that much warmer. Sam reaches over to the shampoo bottle, he pumps a little into his palm and starts massaging your scalp, still pressed against his chest. Once he’s done he spins you around under the water and rinses your hair, running his fingers through to make sure all the soap is out. You begin washing Sam’s hair, although less graceful due to the height difference. He tips his head down for you so you can scrub the top. Sam rinses his own hair for the sake of your arms. As you begin soaping up his grey loofah, he gently pours soap into your pink one. Taking turns you begin washing each other, placing gentle kisses in secret spots. You bring the shower head down to rinse off Sam and he returns the favor.

He gets the shower door once more allowing you to exit before him. Covering yourself up first, you bring Sam’s towel over to him and wrap it around his waist. Sam stands behind you in the foggy mirror, hand around your hips as you guys brush your teeth together. Afterwards he sits on the closed toilet lid so you can apply skin care to both you and him. An intense skincare routine wasn’t usually Sam’s thing, but on days where you showered together he enjoyed the pampering. After teeth were brushed and skincare was applied, you two get dressed in preselected outfits, ready to take on your day out in Nashville together.

There’s simplicity in life with Sam. He’s always open about what he wants and how he feels. He shows you videos of cute baby animals, picks you flowers from outside, and is always eager to show you what new melody he’s been working on. He takes pride in the home the two of you have built together, the garden, the memories made, all of it. Sam’s qualities make him easy to love, and over time he’s shown you how to love and be loved. It’s painfully obvious to everyone how much loves his girls, and you couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

[i05wook]

heyy!! i read some of ur works and you are such a talented writer omg. and i was wondering if u can make a jay fic where he was playing league and you walking in being super sleepy but u being the way u are cant sleep without him even though u dont want to admit it u go up to him and asked him if u could sit in his lap while he played and he teased u a bit but obviously said ok and when u go to him u massage his scalp and he falls more in love w u at the small gesture and he turns off his game bc he starts to get sleepy as well but doesnt wanna move he sleepily murmurs sweet nothings as u fall asleep then u both wke up w aching backs and necks and end up bickering about whos fault it was

cuddles - park jongseong

pairing: gn! reader x bf! jay

genre: fluff

summary: jay is playing league for that long you end up falling asleep with him in his chair

author’s notes: thank you so much @biggestenhastan for the request!!

It’d been a really long day at your part time job in a local cafe, between the constant interaction with customers, and the stress of your boss being grouchy all day which felt particularly aimed at you, all you wanted was to collapse in bed with your amazing boyfriend, Jay. However, when you finally arrived back home, you could hear Jay’s voice echoing through the apartment. This only meant one thing, he was playing League with Heeseung and Niki.

Whilst you were happy that Jay was playing with the boys and enjoying his time off from busy schedules, you couldn’t help but want his cuddles and to just fall asleep in his arms. In order to stop the guilty feelings that were arising inside of you, you decided to do some tidying of the apartment, however when you finally decided to go see Jay in the bedroom, he was still in the middle of a match with the boys. At this point, all you wanted was his love and affection, so you walked towards where he was sat in his gaming chair and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He muted his mic and spun his chair around to face you, saying, “hey love, you’re back! How was work today?” Before you could even reply to his question, he noticed the look of exhaustion on your face and pulled you towards him, and in to his lap on the chair. Jay knew of your aversion towards sleeping without him beside you, but he also knew that he could be playing with the boys for sometime before he could join you in bed. “Love, I know that you’re tired, I can see it on your face, and I don’t know how long this game will last so why don’t you have a nap with me here for a bit?”

With this information you decided to get yourself into a more comfortable position to nap in, wrapping your limbs around his body like a koala on a tree. Once you were settled, and both you and Jay were happy with the position, Jay began tickling your sides and teasing you for being so adorable with him. Eventually, when the next match started, he unmuted his mic and settled in to the game, however his voice was significantly quieter than it had been when you first entered the apartment as he was mindful of your want to sleep.

With your head resting on his chest, and arms wrapped around his around his neck, you began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. For Jay, this was one of the best ways to spend his time off, he especially loved the feeling of his hair brushing through your fingers.

After around an hour of gaming, he decided it was time to call it a day and turned off his pc. Just as he was about to wake you up, he looked down to see you peacefully sleeping, and something inside him told him not to move or wake you up. He placed a series of kisses to the top of your head, whilst wrapping his arms around your waist, and rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back, slowly sending himself in to a deep, deep, sleep.

The next morning, you had been woken up by the blinding morning sunlight peering through the curtains of Jay’s gaming room. At first you were in a severe state of confusion, why were you still in Jays gaming room? Why were you in Jay’s gaming chair? Why had Jay not woke you up last night so you could both have a good nights sleep?

Then, as you tried to get up from the position you had slept in in Jay’s lap, you felt the uncomfortable ache in all of your joints and muscles. However, in your attempt to remove yourself from the uncomfortable position you had slept in, you had ended up disturbing Jay from his sleep.

“Good morning love!” croaked out Jay’s morning voice as he stretched his neck from the uncomfortable position it had assumed during the night.

“Why on earth did you decided for us both to just sleep here? It’s your fault that we’re both suffering form aching muscles.” you whined, a small pout forming on your face.

“You were the one who looked too peaceful to move or wake up last night. It’s your fault that you're just so ethereal.” He bickered back, knowing that he could fluster you enough with the last sentence that he would ultimately win your little lovers squabble that morning.

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