#dw he forgives him like almost immediately

[sue-nightbird-xx]

on his knees begging for forgiveness

[wtfdemother]

Idfk filth

CW: yes. fluffy dw

dividers by tsunami-of-tears

Getting so worked up after a night of drinking with König, his cock straining so painfully tight in his pants he almost took you in the back seat of the Uber driver right then and there.

You barely manage to get in the house, pushing each other further towards the bedroom in a whirlwind of messy kisses, mindlessly groping one another. His tongue lapped at your mouth, you can taste the whiskey on his breath as your saliva intermingles with his, König finally loses patience. He hoists you up to his waist, calloused paws gripping you firmly on the back of your thighs as he climbs the stairs in a hurry.

He’s to make sure you’re treated well tonight. Ahh, Schatz how you must know how much that man fucking loves you. Clothes mindlessly discarded across the bedroom floor after slamming you on the springy mattress, he’s an animal driven by instinct with the need to breed.

Stuff you full until you can’t even remember your own fucking name. He loves you, adores you, worships the very ground you walk on. He needs that fact engrained into your brain.

He wants your mind full of him, your pussy full of his tongue while he moans your name like a prayer, swallowing every drop of delectable honey you gift him, so soft and pliable, König could drown in your essence.

“Meine süße Königin, du bist eine schöne Hure für mich, ja? Alles für die König, ja?”

He’s egging you, edging you, taunting you with mean words only to coat them in sugar.

A desperate whine tears through your throat from the teasing, you can’t take it anymore. You can’t take it…you want to be full of your König.

But he worships your weeping cunt and stretches you good for him.

“I don’t want to hurt my little lamb…” he mutters before giving your clit a tentative little kiss, scissoring your entrance to accommodate what’s to come. “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself if I hurt you, meine Taube.”

Despite the burn of the alcohol that courses through his bulging veins, König’s touch remains so sweet and tender it’s almost sickening. But it felt so good… you don’t want him to ever stop being the kind and thoughtful man he truly is.

He licks your swollen nub, rimming your cunt with calloused digits, not yet plunging them in. König laps leisurely, minutes tick by as he savours your natural lubricant, he doesn’t think he has to use any from the bottle he bought prior. You’re so wet, haven’t even cum on his tongue yet.

Lewd squelches echo through the silence of the room in between shared moans, your juices flowing down to the curve of your asscheeks, “You’re dripping,” he states, switching between tongue fucking your cunt and kissing your overly sensitive clit or fingering you.

But he pulls out too soon for you to cum.

You throb around nothing, fat globs of tears make their way down your flushed expression. You whine pathetically while desperately trying to get a firm grip on the tuffs of lightly coloured hair between your legs, devouring you. “König… my love… I want you, please… I need you so bad…I need you-”

He immediately obeys, doesn’t matter how immersed he was eating your pussy, your cries always come first. He crawls over you, caging you, securing you in his protective embrace.

“I love you…” König mutters, captures your lips with his as you taste yourself on his tongue. He slips inside you with ease, “Das ist es, Taube…” König praises, feeling the searing warmth of your body wrap deliciously around his aching cock.

“Ahh… das is es, Scheiße-!” He cusses and hisses through gritted teeth, trying his best to move slow. “Meine Liebe… I cannot—you feel too good…” he splays his hands under the crook of your knees, hiking your legs as far as they can go.

“Gonna fuck…this delicious pussy, my love. Gonna fill you…to the brim.”

He grunts out words of filth between thrusts, alternating between German and English until you both are reduced into a puddle of carnal needs and desire. The sound of skin slapping against one another fills the room, the bed creaks in rhythm to his pounding, taking the big boy well.

“Mein Sschaaatz…” he drawls out, drooling on your tits as he switches between either nipple to suckle on. “Du bist perfekt… Diese enge Muschi ist alles für mich, ja? Sag es.”

“All yoursss…!” You babble as you near the edge, pulsing and sucking him in further, trying to milk your man of all his worth. “This pussy is all yours!! All yours, König, all yours-! Fuckk! Meeeee-!”

Your words spur him further, he’s so close. “Gonna breed this needy cunt for König, ja? Is that what you crave, meine liebe? Meine Verdammt Sonnenscheine…”

A sharp gasp, your vision begins to spot, eyes roll to the back of your head as you let your orgasm wash over you in ecstatic waves.

König is quick to follow, giving your pussy a few more pumps before caving into the feeling. Broken ‘I love you’s’ were exchanged as he loads your womb full of his potent seed, cradling you with such tenderness as you both come down from your shared high. He kisses you feverishly, muttering words of gratitude, “I love you…I love you so much, you’re all mine…”

“All mine, Taube… you’re my love.”

He holds you through the night, nevermind the tacky feeling of sweat clinging to your bodies, König doesn’t pull out when you fall asleep together. The house is relatively quiet, except for the soft snores coming from the sleeping giant.

Phew.

[whatdudtheysay]

Businessman Toji Fushiguro X F!reader

CW - Smutttt, toji's big dIcK, Slight jealousy, oral(f and m receiving) , face fucking, breeding, marking

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My second ever fanfic - dw another is in the drafts for Toj 𓁹‿𓁹

This isn't proofread or spell checked so sorry for any mistakes ・❥・

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Being Toji's pA was never easy. He was a successful businessman who owned several large companies that featured in mainly security and in charity. You couldn't help but admire your boss though. I mean. You had basically been there when he started the business. Of course you had doubts. You yourself had to pay for different bills and food but you never thought about quitting and soon enough Toji built his company up and it became successful, allowing him to open up a lot more.

And while working with Toji for a long time. You couldn't deny that you had a somewhat small crush on him. It started when you noticed little things about him. How cute he looked when he was focused on work. His grunts when he was frustrated with something he was reading or when he looked bored out of his mind responding to emails.

At this point, your crush was almost obvious. Toji noticed how you changed over the past few weeks. How you became flustered if your hands brushed against each other, how you made sure you were almost a metre away from him at all times - even in cramped spaces like elevators or cars.

At first he thought he had offended you in some way, thinking he had accidentally said something but when he confided In his business partners - Gojo and Geto, they told him straight.

"She has a crush on you. It's obvious."

Toji didn't believe them at first but then he started to see it. Your body language to him doing anything gave it away and soon enough, he began to devise a plan. Just to see if his partners assumptions were true of course.

You were both working overtime and Toji invited you to work together. He was at his desk whilst you were on this couch, clicking away and occasionally taking sips from your cup of tea, trying your hardest not to look over at him.

"Any updates on tomorrow's meeting?" Toji asked suddenly, closing his laptop and turning in his seat to turn off his monitor.

You sat up immediately, clearing your throat.

"Mr bing wants to have the business meeting at his office, he's also inviting his son since he's the heir." You explained, clicking through the email you were sent. "He also noted that it'd be nice if you bought megumi with you. He wants him and his son to have a somewhat friendly relationship."

Toji hummed thoughtfully. He knew the only reason they wanted megumi to come along was for both heirs to get along and do more business.

"Tell him megumi won't attend. He has to focus on studies." Toji stated, getting up from his seat.

"Really? Forgive me, but I thought it'd be a good idea for both of them to be on good terms, sir."

Toji's ears prickled once he heard you call him sir but he knew he had to let it wait a bit longer.

"No. I won't have megumi making friends with other businessmen just for the sake of making more money." Toji explained.

You nodded and closed your laptop, following him to the door. You both left the office, with you struggling to keep up with his large paces whilst still trying to shove your laptop into your bag.

Toji finally reached the elevator, stopping abruptly which caused you to bump into him, quickly mumbling apologies once he gave you a side glance.

He clicked the button and you both waited in uncomfortable silence, the only sound of you rummaging through your bag.

The sound of the elevator rang through the empty halls, the doors opening. You both stepped in and like always, you made sure there was about a meter gap between the both of you.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?" Toji asked, breaking the silence once the doors closed.

You shook your head and fished into your blazer pocket for your phone.

"Probably just get to sleep..."

He hummed once more. Another minute passed by and you were getting nervous just being in the same space as him. Your eyes moving from the light at the top of the elevator that showed the floors moving by to your black heels, awkwardly pulling the hem of your skirt lower anytime you felt Toji looking over at you.

The elevator light suddenly flickered and you curiously looked up. The elevator shook slightly, catching you off guard, causing you to accidentally stumble against Toji.

Before you could move away from him, the lights flickered once more before turning off, the only source of light being the emergency button.

Toji cursed to himself.

"They still haven't been able to renovate the rest of this area.." he mumbled, taking his phone out, his other hand wrapped around you, keeping you close to him.

You felt self conscious. Should you say something? Your breasts were pressed against his side, one hand resting on his firm chest. You glanced up at him to see he was focused on his phone, typing something.

You guessed he didn't realize but how you were oh so wrong. Toji knew how close you were to him. He was fighting his morals with how your chest was pressed against him. Your smell, your small breaths, your hand on his chest.

"I sent a message to Geto. He said he'll come as soon as possible. Might be a while though...You ok with hanging on a bit longer?"

You nodded. You didn't really have a choice though.

Once his grip on you loosened, you took it upon yourself to create distance once more, letting your bag fall onto the marble flooring.

Toji frowned at this.

"Miss L/n."

You looked up at him, still being able to see him despite the lack of light available.

"Sir?"

"Have I done anything to make you mad?" He questioned, hands digging into his pockets.

"Of course not, Mr fushiguro. Why would you think that?" You frowned slightly.

He shrugged, closing the space between you two in a swift movement which made your heart race.

"You get so nervous around me." He sighed, his voice deeper. "And you always wanna be so far."

You couldn't breathe, his strong cologne flooding your nostrils as you looked up at him. You couldn't avoid him now.

"I've....been busy."

He raised a brow.

"You sure that's what's bothering you?" He asked, a hand moving to play with a loose strand of your hair. "To me it looked like you just have pent up frustrations."

You swallowed the saliva that was pooling in your mouth, breaking eye contact with him.

"Sir- I -" you stammered, not knowing what to say.

The only thing you could think about was how turned on you were by everything that was happening. Sadly, reality hit you.

"Sir...we shouldn't be this close.. you're my boss." You explained, turning your head completely this time.

His fingers locked under your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

"Tell me if you want it miss L/n. If you don't then we can continue like this never happened." Toji put it simply.

You knew the best thing would be to tell him no but you also knew that you'd be dumb to refuse. Any girl would immediately say yes and that's why you found yourself nodding.

Toji wasted no more time and instead attacked your neck, kissing and sucking whilst his hands roamed your body hungrily. It was all so fast but you found yourself loving the way his hands felt on every part he touched.

His leg slid between your legs with ease, grinding against your clothes clit, making you groan, your hips moving against him with need, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your shirt.

Toji moved away from you, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Never knew you'd act like this much of a slut." Toji's finger moved over your bottom lip, smearing your lipgloss before dipping into your mouth.

You felt your stomach do several flips. Your mind was whirling at the current situation, the only objective on your mind being that you wanted to please him.

His thigh moved away from between your legs, making you pout. He chuckled slightly before crouching in front of you, raising your pencil skirt and pulling down your underwear.

You felt yourself blush at the white and pink strawberries that decorated them.

Toji smirked at the sight, letting them pool at your ankles, a hand tapping your thigh, signalling you to raise a leg out of them.

"You're too fucking cute aren't ya, y/n?"

You barely had time to answer, a choked gasp vibrating through the closed space once his tongue met your clit, sucking and licking against your bud, skillfully moving down to your folds.

"Sir! Not there-" You whimpered. Despite your protests, you found yourself grinding against his face needily, hands grabbing his hair desperately as he took you to a state of euphoria.

"Fuckkk- Toji!" You mewled as his fingers slowly entered your dripping cunt.

"So fucking wet down here princess." He murmured, sucking your clit harder whilst he thrusted his fingers into you at an amazing speed.

"Shitt-" you cried, tears gathering at your eyes as you felt a familiar scorching heat gather in your stomach. "Tojii- Gonna cumm"

He moved away from your clit, fingers still fucking into you, his other hand moving to work against your clit.

"Cum on my fingers, princess."

Toji's permission sent you over the edge, your orgasm washed over you, your back arching in pleasure as your hole clenched around his digits. You had been so pent up just from him alone and this was more than a reliever. But you knew it wouldn't be enough.

Toji withdrew his fingers, sliding them into his mouth and letting an almost pornagraphic moan, making sure they were completely clean before dropping his hand.

"You don't look satisfied yet...you want more huh?"

You nodded shyly, watching as he took off his blazer and undid his belt, discarding of both.

His eyes stayed on yours whilst he undid his zipper, tugging his pants down along with his underwear, his dick coming into view. You looked down, eyes widening as you took in the view.

You knew damn well that guys like Toji were big as hell but you didn't expect this. Your mind was going blank just at the girth.

"Want a taste?" Toji whispered against your ear.

You nodded reluctantly, wondering if it would even fit in your mouth.

"On your knees then."

You licked your lips, dropping to your knees after, palming his base before bringing the top to your lips. You gulped nervously before allowing the tip to enter your tongue. Sadly, Toji wasn't feeling as pitiful, instead grabbing the back of your head, pushing you down onto his dick.

You gagged uncomfortably as his tip reached the back of your throat, your nose resting against his pelvis. You felt yourself becoming light headed just before Toji pulled you back. You gasped, letting air fill your lungs.

Toji leaned over you, his hand grabbing your chin so you were looking up at him.

"You can do better than that can't you princess? You do want me to fuck you don't ya?"

You nodded hurriedly. You were too pent up and horny to just let this opportunity go.

He let go of your chin and you moved towards his dick again, taking his hard length into your mouth and bobbing your head, your tongue resting flat against the underside of his cock.

Toji groaned in pleasure, his hand moving to the back of your head once more, being more careful whilst using your mouth for his pleasure.

Your hand shamelessly moved between your thighs, rubbing your swollen clit with need, moving back to pay more attention to his tip.

"Ahh, fuck- Right there- Shit. Good girl." Toji praised, bucking his hips to meet your mouth. "Fuck. Gonna cum princess. Take it all in, ok?"

You hummed around his dick, glancing up at him, your brows knitted as you tried your best to take in more of him.

You still managed to look so fucking pretty with makeup running down your face and his cock halfway down your throat. It drove Toji insane. He couldn't contain himself anymore, taking it upon himself to push you against the wall, hands on either side of your head whilst he repeatedly pushed his dick down your throat, his balls slapping against your chin, saliva bubbling around your mouth.

You managed to breathe through your nose, hands resting against his thighs. Toji thrusted deeply into your mouth a few more times before you felt his seed fill your mouth, toji's moans filling your ears as he did so.

"Fuckk, y/n." He mumbled, letting his dick rest in your mouth for a few more seconds before finally pulling out, a drawstring of cum connecting you both.

"Be good for me and swallow it all." Toji cooed.

You winced, swallowing all of the warm liquid that was in your mouth, the salty taste making it more addictive.

You lolled your tongue out, showing him you had swallowed it all. Toji chuckled breathlessly, helping you to your feet and bringing you into a warm kiss. It was heavy but slow, the type of kiss that would've had teenagers giggling and kicking their feet.

"You look so messy, princess." He cooed, a hand wrapping around your neck.

"Please Toji..." You whimpered, melting in his embrace. "I really want it."

He smirked at your shameless begging.

"Since you've been so good for me, I'll give you a reward."

You gasped once he lifted you with ease, immediately locking your legs around his waist, your arms moving to his neck.

"Have you..." Toji trailed off, eyes focused on your exposed cleavage.

"Had...sex before?" You asked, sounding a bit too innocent for someone who'd just been gagging on his dick two minutes ago.

"Yeah."

You nodded, noticing the way his gaze slightly darkened.

Toji didn't deserve to be jealous but the thought of another man's hands on you did spark a few emotions.

"Focus on me, alright?" Toji informed, moving off of the topic.

"Yes, sir."

You almost drove him mad with that title, his tip rubbing against your folds before he pushed into your entrance.

You let out a loud moan, nails digging into the back of his shirt, your heels falling off your feet.

"Fuck. You're too tight down here-" Toji cursed. "Relax for me princess."

You took a deep breath, trying your best to listen to him. You knew he'd be stretching you out but you didn't think it'd be this hard. You took a few more breaths and held onto him tighter, relaxing slightly which allowed Toji to slide in more.

"Shit- there we go. You're so good for me," Toji praised, his words of encouragement letting you relax even more, his dick sliding deeper and rubbing against your walls.

Toji rubbed your thighs soothingly.

"Come on princess. Just a bit left."

You shook your head, your breathing becoming more shallow.

"'s too much tojii- can't take anymore." You whined, drooling at the heavy sensation in your stomach.

"You can do it. Trust me." Toji encouraged.

You were reluctant to agree but you did so anyway, taking a moment to relax once more, letting Toji slide himself further, his hips meeting yours.

"Fuck, told ya it'd fit." Toji chuckled, his hands gripping your thighs harder.

Your head lolled to the side, eyes almost rolling back at the feeling of being so full.

You groaned once Toji began to thrust into you with almost animalistic speed, your toes curling at the bubbling heat in your pelvis.

"Fuck, Tojii-! It's too much-" you whimpered, more tears falling from your eyes.

Toji licked your stray tears and kissed you, this one more rushed and messy than the last, saliva dripping down both your chins.

"Fuck- can't help it y/n. Your pussy feels so fucking good." He grunted, looking down at where you both met. "You wanted me to fuck you badly didn't ya?"

You groaned once you felt his finger rub against your clit, your orgasm crawling closer.

"Shitt- Toji! You're gonna make me cum"

Toji's hips moved faster, drawing you closer to your orgasm.

"Come on y/n. Cum on my dick." Toji moaned, biting your neck roughly.

You whimpered at the lewdness of it all. Toji's dick kissing your cervix, the slapping sound of his balls hitting your ass, his mouth marking your neck. It was all you needed. You came hard around him, your walls tightening around him with more force.

Toji didn't slow down his harsh thrusts until he saw a white frothy ring around the base of his dick, a shit eating grin appearing on his face.

"Such a good girl." He praised, kissing your cheek.

You thought you were down with it all once Toji pulled out, slight confusion coming over you once Toji dropped and turned you around. His hands pulled your hips out, his dick sliding into you once more but with more ease, making you hiss.

"Tojii-" you whimpered, your mind going blank, only being able to focus on the drag of his cock against your walls.

"Give me a minute princess. Gonna cum in this pretty pussy."

Alarm bells rang in your head at this but you were so fucked out and the thought of Toji cumming in you got you even hornier.

You felt your stomach flip, chasing your orgasm with more need, your hips moving back to meet his hard thrusts.

"Shit- gonna cumm againnn Toji -" you cried. His hand met yours and instinctively you grabbed ahold of it, your legs shaking as he continued to bully his way in and out of your walls.

"Fuck-"

Toji gave you a few more hard thrusts before spilling his seed deep into you, your orgasm hitting you at the same time.

Your eyes rolled back, you would've fallen if it wasn't for toji's grip on you. You both shuddered against each other, a small whimper leaving your lips once he pulled out of you.

Toji helped you step back into your panties, pulling them up quickly. You pulled your skirt down and rested against the wall.

You looked over at toji, buttoning his pants up and bending down to grab his belt and blazer that he threw to the side. You sighed, buttoning your shirt up before fishing your pocket mirror out, patting your hair to make sure you looked decent. You glanced at toji to see him checking his phone once more. As soon as he turned it off, the elevator suddenly whirred back to life.

You leaned to pick up your bag, suspicion growing.

"Did... Geto just get here?"

Toji nodded, a smirk on his face.

"He was always here, y/n. I owe him for the elevator malfunction.

You narrowed your brows at him, blush coating your cheeks once you realised it was his plan all along.

"Don't be upset, princess. Just wanted you to be honest with your feelings." He hummed, a hand sliding around your waist before kissing you softly.

You pouted slightly, Toji grinned at your expression.

The doors finally opened and you were both in the main lobby. Toji lead you out, his arm around your shoulder.

"How bout you come back to my place. I'll make you feel better, hm?"

[escapaldi]

So… I followed you a long time ago, and then I left tumblr. I can’t remember if we interacted much back then, but since you’re also active here I have to ask: what did you think about the specials as a Capaldi fan?

Hello! I know I've seen your name around before, so welcome back! Even when I wasn't posting on this blog specifically, I was still on tumblr posting fic and stuff, so even though there is a gap I've always been here.

Now, as far as the 60th anniversary specials: I haven't watched them and don't plan to for a long time. A long-winded and salty rant by me is under the cut.

To be honest, I haven't felt the need to watch any new Doctor Who since Capaldi and Moffat both left because it all sounded like boring and cringey fan fiction (derogatory) I wasn't really jiving with. If that makes sense? Then RTD came back on as a showrunner and I was severely disappointed because it felt like such a step backwards. Plus that Tennant was going to be in it? No thanks.

Like... I get that to a lot of people, his return makes these specials "feel like Doctor Who again". I've seen that statement a lot from both randos and people I know. Which, fine, whatever, I'm not begrudging people for it, but for a lot of folks saying that, the statement includes a bunch of the show that doesn't feel like Doctor Who to me. I came in w/s5 because of a series of events that turned me off to the show early on. I was nearly sixteen when s1 premiered in the UK. That should have stuck me in the prime demographic to not only love s1-4, but have a sort of nostalgia filter over it to help facilitate excitement over the 60th specials. Well, there's some problems with that.

I can't stand Rose Tyler and any reference to her as something positive makes me cringe. Doctor/Rose in any form makes me viscerally nope out of anything. She was not as likeable as people lead others to believe.

I've been Pavloved into disliking Tennant due to the oversaturation of his interpretation of the Doctor in the series and the fandom as a whole, despite the fact he's just meh. The Doctor is not his best role and in general he doesn't do it for me in the looks department, especially as the Doctor. Which, it's fine if you like watching him (I'm sure Georgia loves watching him and she is a very good sport about a lot of shit) and I know my DW experience has been enhanced by watching the pretty but I am a demographic outlier lol.

What I did see of s1-4 before I got into s5 was Rose being an idiot, getting a deeply unsettling feeling over Jack Harkness, being pissed off for Martha and Mickey and livid about Donna, being irritated by the Master and the angsty space Jesus shite, and thinking Ten and Donna would make a good couple actually.

Oh yeah, and very specifically I'm mad because I watched The End of Time Part 2, like, almost soon as I could, and knew immediately that Martha/Mickey was Pair the Spares Race Edition even though at that point I hadn't watched all of s1-4 and for all I knew they hit it off in an unseen-by-me episode for a reason that wasn't getting drunk over their mid-tier white exes hooking up. Like, I clocked that shit back in 2009. There was a lot of shit I was not clocking in 2009, but I caught onto that, which should be an embarrassment.

...and, like, I'm on the internet, so I've seen spoilers. It's difficult to not see spoilers. Some of the spoilers I love to see hello Fifteen's THIGHS we love us a good slutty Doctor and I do have one UK-based friend specifically whom I've talked to at length about the specials. My fiancé also has been watching this entire time w/o stopping since 2005 (bc he caught it all as it premiered here in the US and at least he got to watch s1 Billie Piper; I fault him for nothing), so he's been giving me updates on what's going on as well. He is a good man who has done saintly things like drive me across three state lines to meet Peter Capaldi at a Doctor Who convention, so... he's generally trustworthy, but also a lot more forgiving than I am. But he was also the one who broke to me the news about Rose Noble because he knew I'd get upset that she's not Donna Jr. So I've got some good fonts of information. They tell me that I'd like the second and third more than the first, that we've just got some extra Ten-Donna adventures, and that generally everything's stepped up a bit from Thirteen.

...but to me, a step up from Thirteen is still not a step towards where we need to go.

You can't go from Eleven and Twelve, an ancient eldritch god trapped in a body with the grace of a baby giraffe and a legit punk who punches diamond walls for his wife and racists for his daughter, respectively, to a Tory apologist who never really got a scary "I am the Doctor and you're stuck here with me now what a shame :)" moment like Nine through Twelve got and think that "a step up" from that is going to catch me. I'm not enticed by the prospect of another Ten-Donna adventure done by the man whose writing and showrunning kept me away from Doctor Who for so long. I. could. not. care. less. There is literally no nostalgia filter making this okay to me. I cannot see what other people see.

I don't want to be an anti, I don't want to be a NMD, but they keep pushing my fucking hand and now I'm sitting here having not watched new episodes of what is literally one of my favorite shows since before the pandemic, watching from an arm's length as it sort of caves in around itself, going and absolutely pissing away their chances at having a really cool, massive-multi-Doctor bonanza like no other. You could have twelve Doctors. TWELVE DOCTORS. Eleven if our most venerable just kinda taps out like nah I'm done unless you give me Bill's job from the Three Doctors special. Like, the fuck, y'all. That got whizzed right down the fucking leg. Did they even try? Did they get rebuffed? Whose decision was the 60th specials? Do they even like Doctor Who? Or are they part of the set that thought that Tennant's Doctor would never be topped?

So... yeah... that's the gist of it. I'm sure it's gonna take being sat down for a marathon by Mr. Nehs before I get into Doctor Who again, which is honestly sad. The BBC has hated this show and been visibly trying to run it into the ground since they decided to make the divisive decision of casting Matt Smith (which worked out great in the long run but having been on the internet at the time as that announcement I can assure you it was not received well) and now they've got Mouse Bucks and some straight-up boring as sin seasons/series under their belts and idk what in the hell's coming for us now.

[grungeeuvu]

Hi hello <3

Thank you for making our day <3

Take this as a free pass to info dump ab anything you'd like :3 (not exactly in the post, but follow the sport not the word of the law <3333)

Glad you liked my ask!! :D

Im gonna go ahead and info dump about some ocs, so forgive me mutuals haha, I'll crop it dw

Anyways, below is the wip story of my ocs Isaac, Christopher and Robin. It's a looooooooooooooong document haha

WARNINGS AHEAD FOR S*ICIDE IDEATION THAT WON'T BE FULLY CENSORED i cant remember if that's a trigger for you, anx, so I'm warning you (and anyone else) here

tbh, anx, you may remember them a little from that server we're both on - i used to talk about them a lot in my channel before i kinda died and became inactive haha but THEY'RE BACK AND I LOVE THEM!!!!

This is going to be a liiiittle incoherent, simply because I'll be copypasting things over but I'm not very good at typing infodumps so please accept this haha

SO

we've got three brothers :)) Robin (13) and his older twin brothers, Isaac (16m, older twin) and Christopher (16m, younger twin)

Some photos/art for ref :)) Ftr, Christopher is also a massive redhead, like his twin, but for reasons I am about to explain, he dyes his hair brown at the beginning. Here's a colour of his two hair colours, in case that helps!! it's just a digital version of the headshot above but it looks very nice imo sooooo....

The brothers are orphaned - when the twins were barely two and Robin still a baby, they appeared on the steps of a foster care group home in the middle of the night. Despite police investigation into their heritage lasting for years, to the point where they tested the children's DNA, no blood relations could be found, alive or dead. At first, the brothers were raised in the group home due to the investigations taking place but, once the investigation is over, they still stay a little longer bc the workers are worried about separating them so soon, especially due to how attached the twins are to each other and Robin.

Sadly, this is the fatal flaw. Things begin to go very wrong in their relationship from this point on.

Isaac has very good memory and is able to recall absurdly specific events from ages ago: one of these memories is the memory of their parents waking them up late at night, a long journey, and then being left at the foster home. No one else remembers this and he ended up having every aspect of it questioned and drilled by investigators to the point he could recite it in his sleep. The fact no one else can remember this makes him feel isolated in his grief and then angry: why should he have to bear the burden of these final moments? why did he have to remember being abandoned? His mind is torn between old, comfortable memories of parents long ago, their betrayal and then the intimidating interrogation from police officers, and this only makes him furious. None of his brothers will know what he remembers, no matter how hard they try, it is a burden only he can carry alone. This feeling of isolation makes him grow angry and bitter. He starts distancing himself from not just his brothers but people in general about the age of six. Any foster home he gets put into, he's standoffish and avoidant at best, or aggressive and runs away at worst. Before he's even turned nine, they decide it's best to keep him in the foster care home until he 'levels out'. He's stayed in the group home since he was about eight and a half.

Christopher was doing alright until Isaac began to distance himself and cut him out. Almost immediately after their relationship suffered, Christopher's mental state took a huge blow. He'd stop talking entirely to people and would try hide away from mealtimes so he wouldn't have to see anyone. Out of concern for his mental health, he was kept in the group home, in his own room, while Isaac was being put in foster homes. The carers tried to keep Robin with him as best as possible so they'd bond but a flip had turned in Christopher's head. At age 9, he tried to run away in the middle of the night and get onto a road. Thankfully, someone saw him and called the police, sending him back. After that he was put through a lot of therapy sessions that he didn't really interact with, meaning he was now distanced from his brothers further. No one ever told Robin about the therapy or mental health issues. When Isaac returns permanately to the group home, the twins are made to share a room. Their relationship is permanently estranged. Through all this, Christopher ends up developing a lot of depression and anxiety, making him retreat further into a bubble until all most people can perceive is apathy.

Meanwhile, we have Robin. Too young to remember their parents and without Isaac's sharp memory, he only really recalls the group home. His earliest memories are of the twins loving and caring for him, but the next thing he knows is that neither talk to him. Like Isaac, he develops abandonment and rage issues, but they manifest differently. Isaac's rage and hatred is in the form of vitriol and cruel words - he's perfected the sneer+silent treatment -, whereas Robin comes out in shouting and trying to fight. He's younger and more emotional and, since no one really tells him shit, he's simply just really confused. For similar reasons to the twins, he isn't allowed to leave the group home either, and gets a room to himself (very small repurposed office) at the age of ten.

SO NOW WE'VE ESTABLISHD THAT THEYRE ESTRANGED, TIME FOR BEGINNING DYNAMICS!

ROBIN + ISAAC: They do not get along. Isaac, due to remembering being left, blames a lot of it on Robin, for an array of reasons (Robin caused financial issues, Robin was too much to look after, etc. He has no evidence for any of these claims but just wants something to blame it on). He thinks Robin is childish and stupid, so wastes little time on him. Robin views Isaac with a sense of hurt + fury: since Isaac was the eldest, he used to look up to him when they were growing up until he finally figured out Isaac was relentlessly cruel to him for no reason. He felt betrayed by this and bitterness turned to loathing. He argues with Isaac over nothing to try and prove a point, but this only increases Isaac's belief that he's stupid and immature.

ROBIN + CHRISTOPHER: There is a void where their relationship should be. They never spoke much as children, esp after Christopher began to go through confidential therapy. Robin's pissed about how all of Christopher's popular friends would bully him and Christopher, even when there, did nothing but watch. Meanwhile, Christopher doesn't know what to do with Robin - he's old enough now to want to reconnect but feels he's destroyed his own bridges long ago and can't figure out what to do about it. He has no idea what Robin likes/dislikes and deems it best to ignore these problems instead of addressing them, so they can remain in this bubble where Robin is 'happier' without his input. When Isaac and Robin fight, Christopher either leaves the room or just half-watches while on his phone: he's too scared of confrontation to stop the fight and feels none of them like him enough to care: he's partially convinced that they don't view him as their brother.

ISAAC + CHRISTOPHER: Used to be very close, due to being twins, but quickly fell apart when their mental issues played up and Isaac has to leave. When he returned, they'd both changed so much that they both saw the other as 'not who he used to be' and either despised it (Isaac) or wallowed in self-imposed grief over it (Chirstopher). As they got older, Isaac cut himself off from his peers, staying inside to play video games, and Christopher became popular, falling into crowds of people for some kind of social connection he was never brave enough to properly make. Although they share a room at the orphanage, they rarely talk to each other aside when it's necessary. They don't hate each other but they treat each other more as acquaintances than identical twins. However, after witnessing Christopher's suicide attempt at the age of 10 (nothing happened ftr, Isaac walked in on Christopher standing on a chair with a noose. they stared at each other then both silently packed everything away, never speaking a word of it again), Isaac is convinced it's his fault Christopher wants to die and believes he carries blame for it (this isn't true). While on the surface they seem fine, both are scared of addressing their issues or bringing up the trauma of their pasts, leaving their relationship half-solved and emotionally soulless.

Above is an ANCIENT robin and isaac comic from all the way back in 2022 - first comic i ever drew, fun fact :)) it's shit but I'm still fond of it!! planning to remake it one day :D

This isn't plot related, it's just a song analysis i did for Christopher back in 2022 which i still think about regularly :))

Be Nice To Me The Front Bottoms - annotated by Book One Christopher

I got boulders on my shoulders Collarbones begin to crack -Christopher slowly breaking under the pressure of being in a new world There is very little left of me And it's never coming back -This relates to how much he twisted himself to fit into the mould the popular people wanted, despite how much it killed him There are certain things you ask of me And there are certain things I lack In the beginning, we were winning But now I'm just making up facts -Him to Isaac: they used to be so close but not anymore and he has no idea what to do about it, except for pretending it's fine

What's it matter anymore? If you believe the lies I tell -Christopher feels like he doesn't need to seek help for his mental health if everyone believes he's fine and he digs himself a deeper hole There's no meaning to the words But we still sing these songs well If we all left it alone I'm sure it'd work itself out fine -Christopher's avoidance problem with his twin, his attitude of "if we don't address the distance and differences, they don't exist" We keep playing with the numbers We are running out of time We are running, we are running

But you're a killer And I'm your best friend -Christopher knowing how Isaac's so cruel, especially to Robin, and letting him get away with it Think it's unfair, your situation -Him scared to shout at Isaac bc he knows where he's coming from and what he remembers You say I'm changing Sorry, I didn't know I had to stay the same -Christopher dealing with Isaac's brutality with apology and sidestepping the problems Could we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, driving me insane -Him just wanting to run away from it all and never have to bother with the stress Isaac puts on him when he lashes out

Well, I try to write you poems, but the words, they don't make sense -Christopher to Robin, struggling to express his sentiment and love My hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense -He tries to apologise to Robin but feels like he physically can't And I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet -Him struggling to show even an ounce of emotion to Robin, despite caring about him a lot And I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went -He wants to be there for him but, every time he tries, he messes up or fails one way or another, or just thinks he hasn't done it right You're a flashlight in a dark room for the loneliest blackout You were all we had left after it all was filtered out -Christopher views Robin so highly, despite the groggy and miserable world the three live in. He believes Robin is his and Isaac's greatest gift, even though he knows he's ruined it Turn you on in a dark room right before we both pass out Turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out -How he feels like he ignored Robin and, now even if he needs him, if he tried to talk to him he feels like Robin wouldn't respond or even care to look at him

They ran out and you're a werewolf and I'm a full moon -He knows Robin's angry and that his apparent apathy doesn't help, only firing his brother up more And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon -He knows Robin views him as an enemy and this is Christopher thinking over the suicide he wants so badly to commit I think you're changing Don't worry, you don't gotta stay the same -His desperateness to seem supportive to Robin, even if Robin's being self-destructive with his rage Could we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, driving me insane -Robin's hostility and cruel words slowly making Christopher crumble and break down

ANYWAYS!!! i wont add anymore haha i feel bad for how long this is :')) TYSM FOR THE ASK!! IT MADE MY DAY!!

Maybe one day i'll put the plot down but for now, you just get the set up haha

[gallaghersgal]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐜𝟑: 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬

Eros (ἔρως) - noun - Desire; passionate love.

Pairing: professor!matt x gn!reader (afab)

Summary: you come to matt after making a big mistake with your internship, and his true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: EXPLICIT 18+ age gap (reader is of age) teacher/student relationship (consensual!!) smut, face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!!!) and like 1k of angst at the start

A/N: thank u @yourbucky084 for beta'ing, ily queen <3 I am SO PROUD OF THIS!!! this is the final part for the main series, but dw I have one shots planned for this au!!! I'm not ready to give it up quite yet 🥰

Wordcount: almost 5k omg??

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx

You find yourself in Matt's office at 2pm on a Tuesday. The room is familiar and comforting, the smell of cinnamon thick in the air and the blinds always drawn, leaving small rays of afternoon sun to peek through the blinds. Your heart is heavy with the weight of your screw up.

Matt must sense this somehow because as you greet him quietly he asks you what’s wrong, and pulls you into a hug when you respond only with silence. You sigh, letting your body cave into his. It feels so natural.

"I don't even know why I'm here," you admit. "I just… needed someone to talk to."

“You know I’m always here if you need to talk, about anything, class related or not.” One hand rubs your back, tucking your head under his chin. For a moment you think that this might be what hurts the most. Not losing your pitch, not your wasted time and effort. No, this. Matt. And how you can’t have him.

You force yourself to pull away though you want to stay wrapped up in his arms forever. The chair in front of his desk isn’t uncomfortable, but it’s not as warm. You miss that warmth immediately. 

"I fucked up the internship," you confide. 

Matt’s face falls. Your name falls from his lips, empathetic, and he moves to lean on the edge of his desk. “What happened?”

You explain the whole situation to him, your late nights perfecting the pitch, how you fell asleep just as the sun was coming up this morning. You slept right through your appointment and the producers were not exactly forgiving. Embarrassment heated your face, you had failed yourself and your film professors.

"Matt I'm terrified," you confess. "My professors in the film department were really rooting for me with this one. And I fucked it up, there's no excuse for that. But I'm so nervous to tell them."

Matt nods, "it's gonna be hard to admit you messed up. Remember though, it's just a temporary setback. You have a natural talent for this. You're going to get there."

"I know. I just- right now I don't know how I'm going to get past this." You hang your head, heart sinking. Your voice falls to a hushed whisper. "I feel like a failure."

In a second Matt is kneeling in front of you, hands finding your own. "No, no, no, baby." Your heart leaps at the nickname, but he seems unphased. Maybe he didn't mean it, or maybe he didn't notice… "Don't say that. You are the farthest thing from a failure."

He's so sweet, too sweet to you. Hearing his voice is like sitting down after a long day for a warm cup of tea with honey. His presence soothes you. "Thank you," you start, but he cuts you off.

"You are one of the smartest, most talented, dedicated and passionate people I have ever met. You are going places and I, for one, can't wait to see what you do."

You blink away tears. "Yeah?"

"Of course," he reaches up, hand finding your cheek, and he's closer now. Mere inches away from your face. "You know I don't talk just to talk. I don't say anything unless I mean it." He's leaning in, you feel it, his lips are about to brush yours. You let your eyes slip closed.

But he pulls back. It's sudden, unexpected. There was no way you were imagining that. He was going to kiss you. He runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip, backing away to lean against his empty office wall, his face betraying his feelings of disgust.

"Please kiss me," you ask- nearly beg- emboldened by the idea he could feel the same. Your heart is beating nearly out of your chest, your hands shake a bit as you wonder what might happen. Would he kick you out of class? Fail you? No… he wouldn't do that. Not when you're so close to graduation.

"Don't-" he shakes his head. "I can't- you know I can't."

"But you want to. Don't you?" You cross your arms, knowing the gesture is lost on him but not caring. It brings you comfort.

Matt curses under his breath, moving back to lean on the edge of his desk. "Fuck."

It's quiet. You begin to feel sick, the silence sticking to your skin as you wait for his decision. "Please say something," you manage.

He sighs deeply. "I can't say I don't want you."

There it is. The words you've waited to hear all semester. The confirmation that you aren't delusional, that your own feelings for this man aren't making you see things that aren't there. Relief floods you as your arms uncross, coming to rest on your lap.

"Matt," you murmur. It's silent again.

"It's not right."

He tilts his head down, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Oh, how you want to kiss that downtrodden expression right off his face. Your heart breaks a little. "I understand." You start to push your chair back-

Matt's hand flies out to stop you, landing on your arm.

Silence.

"Please stay."

You fight back tears of confusion, hurt, and fear. You've dreamed of this all semester and now that it's actually happening it's nothing like you imagined. His hand moves to clasp your own, thumb rubbing over your skin gently. It feels electric, his hand on you again. 

Matt squeezes your hand once. "We can't act on this. You're a bright young mind and I'm completely captivated by you- but you're my student. It's against the rules. It could get me in some big, big trouble."

You wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you got him fired. "Look, Matt, I get it. I understand. We can just pretend-"

"Do you want this?"

His question catches you off guard. His head is tilted towards you once more, cocked to the side a little. The soft, genuine expression on his face

"I thought…"

"Do you want this?" he repeats. "If I'm- if this is going to happen I need to know you feel the same as I do. I don't want to take advantage of you." The genuine concern in his voice melts your heart to bits. He really cares.

"Yes- god yes, i've had this stupid schoolyard crush on you since the beginning of the semester. But it's more than that now- I've gotten to know you better and I just can't get you out of my head. You're all I want," you confess. It's scary to say it out loud but at the same time it's freeing. The weight is off your chest. No more hiding.

He pauses, a smirk forming on his lips, "the semester's nearly over. You're only my student until the end of next week. After that…" he trails off. "Look, I'm not going to pretend like I haven't been falling for you since you first spoke up in my class."

"That long?" you ask.

He chuckles. "Yeah. That long."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "It feels-" your voice breaks and you let out a wet laugh as a tear falls to your cheek. "It feels good to know I wasn't making it all up."

"Don't cry," he whispers, reaching out. You guide his hand to your face and he wipes your tears away with his thumb. It's sweet. "I really think there's something here- and I've wanted you for so long. What's another week?"

You nod, parroting his words. "Another week."

He stands, guiding you over to the door. You’re so close, your heart fluttering. You've wanted this for so long. His hands find your shoulders, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "And as soon as that week is up sweetheart I promise I'll give you everything you've been wanting." He follows the statement with a kiss to your forehead. "Now go, I have other students to see."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Your final class period ticks by painstakingly slowly. You presented your project about halfway through the class and from then it was just a waiting game. Matt leans on your desk specifically while listening to his students present. He was doing it on purpose, you knew it. The smell of his cologne fills your nose, you pick out bergamot and something a bit spicy. It’s intoxicating. You breathe in deep and he notices, a smirk forming on his lips.

That smug bastard.

Never one to back away from a challenge, you make a point of running your foot lightly up and down his calf, occasionally toeing higher up his pant leg just to see his cheeks flush that sweet pink they always did. The way he shifts and squirms above you makes your lips quirk up into a revengeful smile.

When at last the presentations were done and the hour was up you found yourself alone with Matt once more. He leans nonchalantly on his desk, fingers tapping on his cane as you pack your things into your bag. You step up to him, emboldened by the fact that you know he wants you.

“Hi sweetheart,” he murmurs, and you gently pry one of his hands off his cane. He chuckles softly, nodding towards the corner. “Not here. Cameras.”

You sigh and back away, anticipation coursing through your veins. You’ve wanted him for so long now, you’ve been thinking about him for the last hour. “Where,” you whine, soft and impatient.

“C’mon, I’ve got to get some things from my office.”

You trail behind him, the smell of cinnamon greeting you as you walk through the door. It’s warm and inviting, just like Matt himself. You close the door behind you and turn to find yourself chest to chest with Matt. Your breath hitches, heart pounding in your ribs. The air between you is electric, you feel the tension growing by the second. He’s leaned his cane against the filing cabinet to his right, his hands falling gently to your hips. And still he waits for you to make the first move.

“No cameras in here,” you murmur, hands coming up to gently remove his glasses. His sweet brown eyes stare just to your left, unfocused but glinting with mischief. You tuck the glasses into his breast pocket and run your hands over his shoulders, down his biceps and back up, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. Now it’s his turn to take in a small, shuddered inhale. His hands pull you impossibly closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathes out.

“Please-”

He crashes into you like a tidal wave, all consuming and so, so worth the wait. His hands squeeze your hips, thumbs lifting the hem of your shirt to feel underneath. Fervent lips work at yours, tongue darting out as you breathe in a little gasp. You moan softly and tug at his hair which pulls a soft growl from his throat.

Fuck, that's hot.

Another needy sigh falls from your lips and you can practically feel something snap within him. He backs you against the door, traveling kisses up the side of your face to whisper in your ear.

“Baby, do you know how much I thought about you? Late at night, in the shower, when my hands started to wander… Fuck- it was so dirty." Your head falls back against the door as he sucks a mark into the smooth skin just below your ear. The mental image of Matt in the shower, cock in hand and moaning your name sent a new wave of arousal coursing through your body. "Thought about how your sweet voice would sound when you were underneath me, how your hands would feel in my hair or on my skin. And fuck it felt so wrong but I couldn't stop. Wanted you so bad, then and now."

"You- shit, you have me. You have me." His hand grabs your thigh, hiking it up over his hip to grind shamelessly against you. You whimper at the feeling of him, already half hard just from kissing you like this. "Want you too.”

"Fuck baby, you deserve better than a quick fuck in my office-" his kisses turn softer, a stark contrast to the way he's still rutting against you. "If- if we don't stop now I'll never make it out of here."

"Where-" you whine, fingers tugging at his collar beneath his deep red blazer.

"My apartment," he pants, "king size bed, fluffy comforter, the whole shebang. It’s a twenty minute walk but we could call a cab or catch the-"

You cut him off. "I'll drive us." 

Matt pauses, grinning. “That- that would be nice.”

You pry him gently from you, kissing his cheek when he pouts. “C’mon get your stuff, let's get out of here.”

The drive is short but Matt keeps his hand on your thigh the whole time, fingers trailing up and down the seam of your pant leg. You have a mind to pull into an empty parking lot and fuck him right there, but you don’t. This deserves a bed. And a locked door.

The mood shifts as he fumbles to unlock his door, nervously showing you in. You take a quick look around the apartment, it’s barren of decoration but you expected that. A wall of windows reveals a large billboard, bright colors streaming into the room even now in broad daylight. You wonder what it looks like at night.

“So, uh… this is the place,” Matt says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a shy manner.

You ease his worries, stepping to him and smoothing your hands over the lapels of his blazer. Heat pools in your core as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He wants you, you know he wants you. So you give in.

The kisses start soft but firm, your fingers tracing his cheekbones, his jaw, his neck. The way Matt sighs under your gentle touch is like music to your ears. “Baby,” he mumbles against your lips, “want you, wanna taste you, please.”

“Fuck- yeah. Yes. Where’s the-” you don’t get to finish because Matt scoops you up in his arms, navigating his apartment with ease. He pushes a sliding door open with his foot to reveal a dimly lit bedroom. You expect to be tossed down onto the bed and brace for impact, but he sets you gently on the floor instead, pulling off his blazer and tossing it to the side. He reaches out and you guide his hand to your cheek, kissing him once again while you work at the buttons of his dress shirt. As you get to the last button you notice the tent in his pants and smirk, letting your fingers ghost over the bulge.

Matt lets out a surprised groan, “not fair-” he complains, tugging your shirt over your head and throwing it off to the side. His hands skate down your ribs while you attempt to push his open shirt off his shoulders. A soft chuckle leaves his lips and he steps back, letting his shirt fall to the ground. “I want you to strip. Now.”

You curse under your breath, realizing his stern classroom voice does in fact carry over into the bedroom. You do as you’re told, ridding yourself of clothes until you’re completely naked. You try to kiss him, to grab his hips and pull him close but he manages to step out of the way. Instead he moves to the bed, laying back and getting comfortable with his head on the pillows. You stand at the edge of the bed, curious and unbelievably turned on. You want to run your hands over his broad shoulders, twist your fingers in the dark hair that covers the expanse of his chest, follow that happy trail down, down, down,

He tugs at your hip until you move to straddle him, sitting just above his hips. You let your hands trail over his chest, fingers running through the coarse hair. His hands explore you too, grip ghosting over your neck. You file that away for later.

“Don’t be shy, sweet thing,” he encourages, hands kneading at your hips. “Get up here.”

“Are you sure-” you start, but the devilish grin that graces his features stops you in your tracks.

“I’ve wanted this for fucking months, don’t you deny me. I want you to sit on my face.” He jerks his head up, beckoning you to move over his face. His lips are parted, full and waiting with bated breath for you. His tongue darts out once more and your resolve cracks. Eager, you scramble to hover over his face. “That’s it,” he pants.

You hear him inhale, breathing you in before he lifts his face up to nudge your clit with his nose. The moan that leaves him when his tongue flicks over your slit- tasting you, savoring you- convinces you to sit down fully. You lower yourself onto his waiting lips, one hand on the headboard and the other spreading out through his soft hair. Another one of those sweet, sweet sighs leaves him as he buries his face in you, tongue working your clit with practiced ease. 

“So wet,” he murmurs against you, little vibrations sending pleasurable pangs to your core. “All this for me, fuck.” He prods your entrance with his tongue, teasing you before running the flat of his tongue through your folds.

“C’mon Matt,” you tug on his hair, noting his little moan at the action. “Don’t beg me to sit on your face and then tease me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t beg.” The low, lust filled rasp of his voice sends another wave of arousal to your core, which he notices. “You like that, hm?”

“Quit playing,” you tell him.

He chuckles darkly, burying his face in you once more. He licks at you with a newfound vigor, determined to bring your peak as quickly as possible. “Use me,” he murmurs, “come on, you know you want to.”

You whimper pathetically, grinding against his face. Your grip on his hair tightens as his nose bumps your clit again and again. "Oh fuck, Matt-" you moan his name, desperate, chasing your release.  Fire burns within you, your thighs start to tighten around his head and you hear his breathless moan against your core.

“That’s it baby, that’s it,” he coos, drawing out the syllables with a voice as rich and sweet as honey. His hands knead at your hips and he buries his tongue inside you, sending you over the edge into a haze of bliss. You ride out your orgasm until you can’t stand it anymore. Somewhere in the corner of your mind you register one of Matt's hands leaves your hips and travels down- he's palming himself, getting off on your pleasure. Fuck that's hot. You grip the headboard tight with one hand as your moans turn into soft whimpers, fading out until you're just panting and shifting your hips weakly against his face.

With legs like jello you flop ungracefully off of Matt and onto the bed, one leg half across his chest and the other resting on his shoulder. Your veins feel like static in the best way possible, you let yourself float in the warm, well pleasured haze Matt has left you in. He chuckles gently, pressing a kiss to your calf as he sits up and and moves your legs to his lap. “That good, huh?” he asks, tone smug but soft.

“I’m not going to stroke your ego Matthew,” you chide, breathless, but he smirks and you end up giggling until he leans down to kiss you with clumsy lips. You prop yourself on your elbows and meet him halfway, savoring your own taste in his kiss.

"Well I'll say it. That was fuckin' amazing," he grins against your lips.

You chuckle, kissing him and nipping his bottom lip playfully, "yeah?" you tease. "You haven't even fucked me yet, handsome. If we're stroking anyone's ego it's mine."

He hums, "can't wait to fuck you- can you sit up for me sweetheart?" You whine, still spent from your first orgasm, but Matt pulls you gently until you’re sitting upright. “There you go,” he murmurs into a kiss. His fingers dance down your flushed skin until he reaches your hips.

You lean into him, “‘m sorry, it’s… it’s been a while since I last,” you trail off, letting your hands run along his back.

“Take your time,” Matt kisses your cheek and you slip your hand from his back to his torso, trailing until your fingertips rest just above his waistband. You want to give him something in return for the mind blowing pleasure he just gave you. 

“Baby,” he warns, voice strained as you begin to palm him through his pants. You listen to the way his breath hitches and he groans a drawn out curse. “Not gonna last long with you-”

“Don’t wanna go slow,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, lips drawing up into a smirk when he flat out moans. You work him a little harder through his pants and watch his abs tense with restraint. “I want you to fuck me Matt, now.”

The low growl he lets out at your words should scare you but it doesn’t. “Lay back sweetheart, get comfy. I’m gonna fuck you so good-” The way he bites his lip at the mere thought of having you like this makes your stomach flip. You get comfortable as he stands, fingers undoing his belt with practiced ease. You can’t help but watch and wonder what those nimble fingers would be able to do to you. How many ways they could make you fall apart. Matt chuckles, “you’re quiet, you got something on your mind?”

“You.”

His hands still momentarily, a smile tugging at his lips before he sheds his pants. His black boxers give you a clear picture of what you’re getting into. Or, well, what’s getting into you. You can’t help the little whine that escapes you. Of course Matt catches it. “Like what you see?” he asks, smug demeanor returning.

“Bring your ass back over here,” you reply, matching the smirk on his lips. He rids himself of his last remaining clothing, now standing naked before you. “Mmm, you’re gorgeous.” You reach out, hand trailing down his stomach, letting your nails scratch gently over his skin. In a moment of horny confidence you take him in your hand, moving in gentle, teasing strokes.

“Fuuck,” he draws out the word, jaw going slack. He looks good like this. His chest is flushed a soft pink, heaving as you continue to touch him. He catches your wrist and pulls your hand off of him, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles as he settles into bed with you. Strong shoulders loom over you, arms caging you in but you don't feel trapped. You feel safe.

One of his hands moves between your bodies, circling your clit before dipping lower. You moan loudly, head thrown back as he pushes two fingers inside of you. Sweet lips- still carrying the taste of you- find your own. "Not too much, is it?" he asks softly.

"No, oh god no." You bite your lip to conceal a whimper, your head filled with a pleasant buzz. "So good- yes, fuck right there," you cry out.

He crooks his fingers again, smirking against your lips. "Good, good. Gonna make you feel so good baby." 

He continues to stretch you until he seems you're prepped enough, and by then you're already halfway to another orgasm. When he pulls his fingers from you you whimper at the loss, but he silences you with a deep and gentle kiss. He grabs a pillow from beside your head and lifts your hips, placing it under your hips.

Intimacy wasn't something you were accustomed to, the sex you had before this was mainly hookups and quick fucks. But with Matt everything is different. He rests his forehead on yours as he pushes inside you, the ragged rise and fall of his chest moving in tandem with your own. One of his hands finds your own, tangling your fingers together. After a moment of panting together adjusting to the new feeling he starts to move. The slow drag against your walls has you whimpering bringing your free hand to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Matt sets a steady pace, fucking into you with a practiced confidence. He's experienced, far more than you or anyone you'd been with. The soft groans leaving his lips fuel your pleasure, showing you this is just as good for him as it is for you.

He begins to kiss down your neck, the speed of his thrusts picking up ever so slightly. His voice is strained as he speaks against your throat, "'m not gonna last long. Want you to come for me. You can be good and come for me, right?"

"Yes, yes I can be good," you moan, nodding with vigor. 

"Good," he returns, voice rich and smooth as honey. You hear the lust too, in the rasp of his words. He quickens the pace even more. You wrap your legs around his middle and the new angle causes you to cry out as he hits deeper inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good. Sweet thing, keep those noises coming. Love hearing you fall apart on my cock."

All you can do is whimper at his words, fingers tugging gently on his hair. His strokes feel like fire, fucking you harder now. The bed creaks as he drives into you. "Oh, Matt, fuck-" his thumb rubs slow circles on your clit, contrasting against the pace of his hips. The heat in your core is near burning, you arch your back into him and moan his name with no care as to if his neighbors might here. 

You cry out, head thrown back and toes curled as your second orgasm tears through you. Matt slams his lips to yours in a messy kiss as you come undone beneath him. His tongue slips inside your mouth and you taste yourself on him once again, whimpering as he continues to pound into you. 

"Shit, that's it. That's it." He removes the hand on your clit, gripping the headboard to steady himself a little more. "Feels so fuckin' good baby, you're gonna make me- fuck," he thrusts into you sharply once, twice, before his hips stutter and you feel his release flood you.

You whimper once more when he pulls out, kissing your lips and showering you with praise. You stroke through his hair and return his kisses, eyes barely open. You're fully spent.

"Wanna take a nap?" he murmurs against your cheek and you nod. "Alright sweetheart, just lemme clean you up." You whine in protest, not wanting Matt to leave your side for even a second, but he shuts you down with a gentle kiss and heads off to the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth and a blue zip-up hoodie, tossing it to you to pull on. It takes mere seconds for him to clean both of you up and toss the rag aside, then he's pulling on a clean pair of boxers and crawling into bed with you.

Spent, satisfied, and cleaned up, you tuck yourself under his arm. Your cheek rests on his chest and you look up at him. His unfocused eyes stare up at the ceiling, that gorgeous smile of his once again tugging at the corners of his lips. "Whatcha smiling about?" you ask playfully, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns over his skin.

He pulls you even closer, lips finding your forehead. "Just you. Thinkin' about taking you out on a real date. Would you wanna do that?"

You smile softly, "I would love that."

"How about this evening," he asks, his thumb rubbing your cheek softly. "I know a really great Indian place, food's incredible and I'm told the place is gorgeous. We could get dinner, maybe split dessert?" 

You lean up just slightly to kiss him, grinning against his lips. "That sounds amazing. It's a date."

End.

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[tokusaatsus]

HELP IDK I JUST CAME BACK FROM A TRIP did I miss anyways getting caught under the mistletoe with natsume. I’m late so if this exceeds ur 5 requests limit pls delete it!

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

ft. sakasaki natsume

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of alcohol (spiked punch)

Christmas.

That time of year where magic blooms in the air, as snow coats the rooftops a glittering stardust-silver. Families and friends gather together to rejoice with their loved ones, to celebrate the almost-end of one year and the almost-start of the next.

Ensemble Square is no different.

Perhaps these Christmas parties, extravagant as they can be, are Tenshouin-senpai’s way of asking for forgiveness. And perhaps this easy acceptance is everyone else’s way of giving to him, on a night where all grudges are discarded, just for a few hours.

Still, that doesn’t mean certain people don’t take every opportunity to avoid your aforementioned blond senpai, even if it means retreating to the food tables and stirring the nearly half-empty punch bowl, the liquid a bright magenta colour. “I wouldn’t advise getting thIS.” Natsume says when he notices you walking closer. “I think someone spiked IT.”

“Good to know? But I actually came here for you.”

Natsume raises an eyebrow and wiggles his fingers in a ‘go on’ gesture.

“How long do you plan on avoiding Tensho–mmph!?”

“Don’t say his naME.” He hisses, looking around furtively. “What if he hears yOU?”

He’s not a demon, you want to say, a little irritable. But that would involve removing his hand from your mouth and you decide to take the…pettier route.

“EUGH!” Natsume yelps, yanking his hand back as he glares at you. “Did you just lick ME?”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, a boisterous voice interrupts you. “Oho ☆ And what’s this? Two little lovers trying to sneak away from the party? How duplicitous! Terrible, terrible thing to do at a party, you know. Oh my… And what’s that above your head?”

“Wataru-niisAN.” Natsume sighs, looking exasperated.

Wataru ignores him, instead gesturing above your heads with a theatrical flourish. His voice rises, drawing the curious gazes of everyone in the immediate vicinity. “Behold! Mistletoe! Our dear Natsume has been caught, it seems. How amazing ☆!”

“Hibiki-senpai, what–?” Wataru gives you a wink, before he’s shoving you closer to Natsume. You stumble, and the redhead doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. You place your hands flat against his chest.

“Come now, Natsume~ Don’t be shy.” Wataru hands you a rose, which you take with skeptically. “It’s a Christmas tradition!”

“Um, Hibiki-senpai, you’re causing a scene. Don’t force him…” You giggle awkwardly. “Besides, it’s not like he even wants to kiss me, haha…”

Natsume’s eyes narrow, catlike, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. When he looks at you like that–like he’s trying to figure you out–you freeze, deer in headlights. Except the headlights are Natsume’s molten honey gaze. “And what if I said I did want to kiss yOU?”

“Then I guess…” You hesitate, searching for an answer in his eyes. They soften, almost imperceptibly, but you notice. Your voice gets stronger. “I guess, you’ll just have to kiss me then.”

notes!

WC: 495 words

reze txt HI KAZE !! no dw u were def not late (i am tho sobs) but it’s not yet jan so. reze W :3 bcuz it’s still 2022 and it’s only been like. 6 days since xmas. ANYWAYS. this was a cute prompt and i hope i did it justice uwawaaaa I HOPE U ENJOYED UR TRIP BTW!! (london right?) kiss kiss mwah <33

[rabbitreader09]

Hiya! I luv ur VTSOM writing content ur such a great writer ! ;0; I saw u had one shot requests on your page and was wonderin if we could get a Yandere Draco one shot based on the Yandere headcannons you posted awhile back ?

They were pretty cool and seemed so accurate !

Dw if u arent able to it's just a request ^^ thank u again for the chance ! U are a cool writer and I luv seeing ur VTSOM content ! ^^

Of course! Also thank you for your kind words it means a lot! :D

Yandere! Draco Edgeworth x reader <3

OBVIOUS TWS: IMPRISONMENT, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, MAJOR YANDERE THEMES

Notes: sooo im not the best at oneshots so forgive me if this isn‘t the best but i hope its enjoyable ^^‘ This isn’t 100% like my hc‘s but i tried to at least make it similar.

“Don’t worry dear, ill take care of you…”

He was a monster, insane at best and despite his pretty face you knew what laid behind it, a psychopath, that was it.

And despite everything , you let his charm get to close, too close to pull away once he reached out, and now you were here, wrapped in tender satin sheets, hands and feet inlaid in heavy chains, you looked like a bug trapped in a spiders web.

You were trapped here most of the day ,with no where to go you had to be reliant on your captor coming back and you despised that fact.

Groaning, you turned your face into the pillow, you body was tired out but ever since you caught Draco watching you sleep you developed a horrible relationship with most kinds of resting, only really ever sleeping when you were too tired to function and even then you woke up every hour.

You grabbed a pillow from above, pressing it against your chest before burying you face in between its fibers, it comforted you in a way almost making you forget about the metal around you limbs.

*tap* *tap*

Your ears perked up, by now you were aware the walls were soundproof, however the door was not, so as long as the source of noise was right before it you were able to hear most of it.

Your heart slowly picked up on its pace as you heard a small click, no matter how many times you heard it you’d always get a bit intimidated.

The knob turned to its left, a small creak scurrying trough the room your muscles tensed up as pretty much the only voice you had been hearing for the last month pierced the silence of the room. “Y/n dear? Your awake?” You didn’t answer, peeking up from the pillow at him, like always, he looked like the pure innocent angel everyone took him for, but you knew the truth, if only there was a way to let anyone know…

“Ah, you …did sleep right?” He closed the door behind him, unsurprisingly you once again ignored him, rolling over as he got to the side of the bed, he sighed barely loud enough for you to hear, but you really didn’t care about his feelings.

“Well i got you breakfast. I think you will love it!” The claim of food made you a bit curious but you stayed still deciding to just eat it once he gave up, despite your reluctance he luckily wouldn’t let you go without food and despite everything you couldn’t deny he was a great cook, that was pretty much the only luxury in this situation though.

Your repeated silence didn’t make him go away immediately though, “do you… want a book maybe? I can get you one, just… just say something…” no answer.

His head sunk a bit, he sat down at the side of the bed dangerously close to you, the whole room filling with silence for a moment before you suddenly felt a hand on your waist.

Your heart sunk as he just started trapping you in between his arms, something you had always violently rejected, you didn’t like his touch so cuddling was always out of the picture for you.

“What the- GET OFF” you yelled but he ignored you just as you previously did.

You tried pushing him off immediately but came to the realization that he was strong, a lot stronger than you at least, not to mention you were still in chains, so with close to no effort he trapped your arms against your chest, almost laying on top of you as he pressed you into the bed.

He leaned his head over top of yours, you grit your teeth as to not spit out a line of insults, when you finally gave up on struggling his grip loosened a bit letting you breathe as well as getting of your body slightly. “See? It isn’t as uncomfortable as it could be right? Don’t fight.” His voice brushed across your ear, at this point you were more or less obliged to reply.

“Get off Draco.” You tried sounding intimidating but your voice came out a lot weaker than you had anticipated. He paused, “I like it when you say my name..” he smiled ignoring your request as he laid his head into your neck. “I love you y/n…”

You felt a shiver drill trough your spine, “I know you miss your old ‘home’, but ill show you theres nothing worth going back for. There are people out there that will hurt you, they’re cruel and terrible. I don’t see whats so terrible about staying away from them… after all, I can protect you so much better than anyone else…”

His words outraged you more than anything he’s ever said as you clenched your hands to fists, “I don’t care, you took me away from everyone i loved, everything. I don’t need you and nor do i want you, i want the people back that I actually love.”

“…”

“Darling, have you forgotten? They are all long gone.” He replied like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Small tears shined in the corners of your eyes before they turned into long streams gliding down you face, turning you into a whimpering mess.

Of course you knew, you knew it all, they were dead, no matter how much you begged him not to he killed them all one by one, you cried ugly tears trying to to break down, he caressed your head and gently tried wiping them off yet they wouldn’t stop, “sh… come on dear, don’t cry…” he tried calming you but it only made you more upset.

His grip got tighter as he spoke to you but you really didn’t care about a word he said and just continued crying. After a while your sobs finally became quieter and he removed his arms from you after which you immediately pushed him, getting as far away from him as your restraints allowed, which wasn’t very far.

He easily leaned over to you, cupping you puffy-cried cheeks and pressing a kiss against your nose, “Ill pursue my work for the day, ill get you more food later and tend to you in the evening.” He promised smiling ever so softly, almost making you feel that he enjoyed your despair.

He got up and smoothed out a few wrinkles on his uniform before leaving you on the bed sniffing and all on your own. After laying still for a while you calmed yourself and took the food he left on the nightstand, a cup of green tea, orange juice, two slices of french toast with some chocolate and a few sliced up bananas and strawberrys along with a waffle with some syrup on top.

You grabbed a slice of the toast and took a bite, even trough your mouth full of tears it tasted amazing, like always but you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy it you swallowed it and took the lukewarm tea to wash it down before setting it back down.

And the cycle continued… now you had to wait for your deranged lover to come back to you…

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

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The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

[httphonsool]

the great spymaster

4. the prince of dawn

synopsis; a series of drabbles in which you manage to conquer the great, brooding spymaster’s heart- this time you’ve met another male.

warnings; jealousy, insecurity?? idrk

tag list; @moonchild-cf @marvelpotter @bruxa0007

notes; i’m so sorry i’ve been gone for like a week, i’ve been so busy it was my birthday on wednesday so i was gone all day celebrating, and then my mum’s was yesterday, and easter was today and i had church, speaking of, happy easter!! i had work to hand in all week for my classes, but i’m on holiday now so i’m free to finally write some more and get around to my requests, and for those who like some spice in writing; dw in the next few chapters things will get a little spicy too ;)

You had met a male in the library.

Four weeks and a man had already caught your eye.

Azriel supposes he’s actually glad, thinking it might be easier to hide the fact that you’re his mate; in other words he’s hoping the bond will be weakened.

He can feel your every emotion, your every movement (he swears he heard your giggles in his head one time), it’s sad almost; knowing that he can’t have you yet still being absolutely whipped for you, though Azriel would never admit that.

The male was the same height as Azriel, huge in comparison to your below average body, had jet black hair that billowed around his head and dark eyes that kissed at the corners. He hadn’t told you but the fae man you were so captivated by was the Prince of the Dawn Court, Leo, he’d been sent here as a scholar and was quite a bit younger than him. The young prince is only twenty-seven years old, his twenty-eighth birthday just around the corner, yet he was already a charmer.

On the other hand, you were only slightly interested in the young prince, you were more entranced by the idea that you may gain a friend, though Azriel knew- no, saw exactly what the prince wanted, and for better or worse the fae prince was already falling deep into the abyss known by your name.

Azriel didn’t like it.

His heart burned and ached just from the thought, yet he couldn’t quite understand why.

But he stuck by, going with you to the library every day when you asked; it was practically a daily ritual now, he stayed whilst you read your smutty books, and stood by whilst watching you bake at the House of Wind (something he had found quite amusing, even after almost losing his shit watching you burn yourself twice in the same baking session; Rhys and Cassian had lost their minds cackling at him).

He watches almost every move you make, not in a creepy way, but in a protective way.

Azriel wasn’t a good man, and certainly not a good lover, he couldn’t care for you the same way perhaps the prince could, but he also wished he could forgive and give himself a chance to show you how he could care for you.

“Great spymaster sir?” There was your sweet voice, pulling him out of his thoughts yet again. You throw a scrap of paper at him, “…a paper for your thoughts?” he almost laughs at your actions; so innocent, you didn’t belong with him at all, what had the cauldron been thinking?

“I believe the saying is ‘a penny for your thoughts’, is it not?” He chuckles.

“Oh shush, now tell me what you were thinking.”

“I was just thinking about my duties for tomorrow.” His face is stoic now.

“I thought you had other people taking care of these duties?” You ask.

“I manage to take care of some of them whilst you’re asleep.” He nods.

“Whilst I’m asleep?”

“You wake up quite late, love.” Love. Shit why did I say that? Azriel thinks he’s lost his mind because of you.

“Excuse me, ten o’clock in the morning is quite early,” you cross your arms and pout slightly. Azriel’s eyes flicker down to your lips for a second.

“Sure, whatever you say, __.” He walks away from you slowly, missing your presence almost immediately and trying his best to ignore the battering and pounding of his heart.

And all Azriel can seem to think at the moment is what in the cauldron had gotten into him.

He hadn’t had this feeling since Mor, in fact this wasn’t similar to Mor in the slightest.

Hadn’t felt something like this for Elain or Gwyn, either.

Most of all, he was wondering about the Dawn Prince, and whether or not you would ask to go meet him again. He found that he was dreading it, in all honesty. He decided he would take you and keep his distance, he was sure that keeping some distance with you would fix the matter of his heart. But the matter was that his heart had started to despise Leo.

He had started to despise Leo, the Prince of Dawn, and Azriel can’t help but wonder what the poor prince had done to deserve his hatred.

His heart knew but his mind refused to accept it.

[pixcldust]

2 A.M. TEXTS

ft. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, semi eita

with | gn!reader

warnings | swear words

a/n | NOT ME ACTING LIKE MY EXAMS ALREADY OVER 😹😹😹 n e ways have some hcs mwah ily drink some water

+ | tumblr is refusing to let me add a read more break without messing up the order/pics so please accept it without the break first 😰 i'll try to edit it in tomorrow bc it's 1am right now lmfaoo 🤪🤪

MIYA ATSUMU

• lowkey headcanon this guy to be kinda a night owl too

• like, unless he has a major game tomorrow, then he’ll probably be awake at 2am so feel free to shoot him a text

• but if you send him a “i cant sleep :(” then man’s gonna take it REAL far

• “my parents arent home rn so if you want to come over, i could help you… sleep ;))) ”

• STFUU 😩

• he might not even be h0rny, he’s just Like That

• that’s just his sense of humor 😭😭 yea it might be mine too shush

• you just wanted to chill and chat bc insomnia’s getting the best of you, so whY-

• but once you get past that, he’d actually be really pleasant to text with

• yall might even facetime just because

• there’s just SO MUCH to talk about???

• topics range from dumb pickup lines to Deep Talk

• ngl eventually you guys might make some secsi jokes,,,, its inevitable im sorry

• no im nOT a nsfw writer

• but it’s 2am ok the Early Morning High is bound to hit different

• “damn ok im on my way,,, get those cuffs ready babe😼😼”

• JDHDNDCJ????3!%;÷)÷*?

• FUCK, NEITHER OF YOU CAN TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

• ur neighbours: who tF is cackling like that at 3 in the morning????

KUROO TETSURO

• i think it’s 50/50 with this boy

• like he’s either still awake and reading like a nerddd or he’s fast asleep

• but if you do shoot him a text message, send him something random

• like out of nowhere, just “did you know some snails have hairy shells?”

• he’s got a quick response time (although not as fast as atsumu) so just wait a minute for him to pick up his phone

• OH AND send him a pic of the hairy shells!!

• “thanks! i hate it!!”

• you know he’s gonna reply with an equally weird fact

• kuroo has a fair share of general knowledge too so just go wild

• will not question why you’re on the wikipedia page for snails bc lbr, he’s been there before 😔

• such a funny sweetheart about your random messages

• also he’s be awake with you throughout, even if he gets a little sleepy 🥺🥺🥺

• sir,,, hand in marriage please,,,,,,

• but definitely will throw in a “y/n, it’s almost 3:30 pls get some sleep before class tomorrow”

• hm……. no.

• WAIT YOU SHOULD ASK TO CALL

• his deep, kinda rough voice at 2am because he hasn’t used it in the past two hours ,,,,, mmmmmm,,,,

• lowkey he might fall asleep on call 🙊

• pls forgive him he’s just a very big babie

SEMI EITA

• listen

• if you texted this man at 2am

• his immediate response would be “it’s too early y/n. go to sleep.”

• BOO 🍅 BORING ASS BIJ 🍅🍅

• jkjk i love him but yall gotta admit that he’d be all 🙄😐

• “ffs y/n, you have a class tomorrow at 8”

• “and??? your point?????”

• dw he’d just take a deep breath and be like omfg why am i in love with this idiot

• yes bby he loves you mwah

• when he gets past that tho,,,

• listening to music together on spotify 😳😳

• you guys would take turns choosing songs and it’d be so cutee

• yeah he’d be into,, idk alt rock or indie rock ?

• but he’s not an ASS, he’d be okay with indie pop and mainstream and whatever else is your fave genre

• in between, he’d be so down to hearing you talk about your hobbies or a show you’ve been watching

• and like,, he’ll tell you about how he’s writing a song or what funny thing happened in his class or during training

• UGH HE’S JUST SO FINE AND SO CUTE

• omg yall can video call and he’d share his screen

• both of you watching ghibli movies tgt at 3 in the morning : 🥰🥴

• it is just so peaceful being with this boy

[atsukawolfcat]

Cute (Sad)Thought of HTTYD

Warning: Spoilers for the How To Train Your Dragon movie series, particularly my favorite scene in the second movie (Hiccup's parents reunion, aka Stoick and Valka PLEASE DREAMWORKS I NEED TO SEE THEIR LIVES ON THE BIG SCREEN SHOW ME HOW THEY MET AND FELL IN LOVE IM BEGGING YOU and I may forgive the absolute horror of the new movie)

I am not sure if anyone had thought of this before, but its something I thought of when I was on my way home the other day that I wanted to share

SPOILERS FOR HTTYD 2

The scene where Stoick had come in to the nest of the Alpha to rescue Hiccup, and then on their way out they find his previously thought to be dead wife, Valka. She immediately starts off, trying to explain why she didn't come back. But Stoick didn't care, all he saw was the love of his life, his beloved wife, alive and in front of him. You can see from just his actions, slowly approaching her almost as if afraid that she will disappear from just getting closer, and the tender touch of her cheek as he said the world shattering words "You are as beautiful as the day I lost you." Meaning? He didn't see she has aged, she was still the same woman from the fateful day she was taken by Cloudjumper. Literally being completely honest and vulnerable to Valka who understood immediately as they kissed, and now she is unsure of what to feel at this man, her husband that she has effectively left behind for a greater cause, to save dragons from a bigger threat.

Which leads to the most amazing scene in this movie, where they are now having some down time and trying to catch up. You can see Hiccup watching his dad trying to initiate his spark with Valka, and Valka being awkward as she didn't know what she should do. Stoick then starts to whistle, and from just the reaction of Gobber, is a tune from old. A song passed down in their home, and something ingrained in their soul, and from Valka's immediate startled reaction... she wasn't expecting it. She didn't expect to be woo'd or courted again, of whom she thought was for sure to never change was now showing her wrong. And it makes it so much better that Hiccup can see it, that piece of the past in which he was either not even conceived of or too young to witness.

Stoick whistles, clearly giving her the chance to process his intention and although getting closer to her, giving her the opportunity to escape if she felt too uncomfortable. And Valka, she ponders it. She closes her eyes and its like they could hear what we the audience hears. The instruments melody, beckoning them both to unite again as they used to be before.

And then it happens.

Stoick was losing his confidence, noticing she wasn't recipricating his song. But then is surprised, as Valka finally answers. What previously was what looked to be a losing battle for her heart once more now lights up a bonfire between them, eternal once again.

They sung and danced, something they have clearly done many times before that even after 20+ years... they still had it. Gobber celebrating with a dazed and amazed Hiccup, as he now he sees a brighter future for himself and his people.

..... AND THIS IS WHY THEY DID US SO DIRTY WHEN STOICK FUCKING DIESSSSS

WHYYYYYYY

I will never forgive DW unti they give me a prequel story of Stoick and Valka, not whatever thing they threw at us some time earlier. Anyway this was it, I will edit it later for grammar checks and to clean it up cuz still at work and doing this on my phone cuz I just could NOT stop thinking about it. My buddies and I had just binged the 3 movies 2 weeks ago, I shall blame it on that.

[jadegrey711]

Moral of the Story

Eric Northman x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! I’ve got a few more old requests to finish and two of them are Eric Northman prompts! I haven’t been feeling really well due to the fact that life has handed me some shit especially regarding school. So, I haven’t been feeling like writing anything, especially smut so i think when i open my requests again I’ll only be taking angsty or fluffy prompts. Also I know the prompt was supposed to be based off of “From the dining table” by Harry Styles. But i felt the song “Moral of the story” fit so much better. I did however put something based off the song at the end. 

*NOT MY GIFS*

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

Prompt: Hey I was listening to ‘from the dining table’ by Harry styles the other day and I was thinking could you maybe do eric Northman x reader where they’re going through a break up but they still love each other a lot ? So quite angsty but still romantic if that makes sense lol! It’s such a beautiful and melancholic song I’d really recommend it! If not dw, maybe just on the lyric ‘woke up the girl who looked just like you, I almost said your name’ or something like that?💜💜💜

Word Count: 1223

Inspiration Soundtrack: 

Moral of the Story- Ashe 

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711) 

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

It’s been four months since you walked out of Eric’s life for what he knew would be forever. He majorly fucked up this time, showed you the beast he truly was and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He could still hear you screaming in his head and he could still hear himself screaming back at you.

Eric cringed as he thought about what brought on this fight. You knew what he was; who he was. He was Eric fucking Northman, Viking vampire god. You knew he’d done terrible things, horrible atrocities he’d told you so himself but for some reason you still stayed with him; until now.

He’d been so gentle with you, even when he wasn’t. But there was still something inside of him that desperately wanted to unleash the beast within him. And he did, on a most willing Ivanka; a stripper who worked at Fangtasia. Ivanka was more than glad to take the brunt of his beastly desire. Little did Eric know that as he was pounding his frustrations into Ivanka, you had just come into the club and Pam had eagerly told you that he was “hashing things out” with an employee.

You had waited for Eric in his office for four hours before he had finally come out of the basement and Pam told him that you had been waiting for him. Before Eric could block your sight though, you saw a well fucked Ivanka covered in bite marks come out of the basement.

Eric would’ve drowned his eyes in bleach if it meant that he could get the image of your face falling at the moment you’d realized what he’d done. You pushed past Eric and he let you for the moment, you rushed through the crowd and Eric just watched you for the moment as you left through the front door before pursuing after you.

Before you even got in your car he was there, waiting for you a pleading look on his face.

“Y/N. Please let me explain.”

“What is there to explain Eric? I know exactly what I saw and despite what you think about us frail and stupid humans I know why you did it.” You spat at his stoic face. “You are a monster, and you’re incapable of letting yourself be happy so you let that beast inside you rule and tear everything happy in your life to shreds.”

Eric felt that same beast Y/N was talking about unfurl and hiss as she accused him. “You have no idea what’s in my nature. I’m a thousand years old, I’m not the type of person to play human boyfriend.”

“That’s the problem Eric!” You screamed at him and he watched and listened as your veins pulsed with anger and your cheeks reddened but not in the way he enjoyed so much. “You are a monster! And in those thousand years of life that’s all you’ll ever be! Us humans may be fragile things with the lifespan of a fruit fly compared to you, but we can grow and change. But you; you’ve been the same bloodthirsty brute for a thousand years! And you’ll never change.”

Eric felt himself internally flinch as he took in your blooming hatred for him, the curl of a snarl on your lip as you finished berating him. There was a part of him that wanted to grab you by the throat and push you against the car and force himself on you until you forgave him and another part of him had been cut at the knees by you and yearned to fall at your feet, begging for forgiveness.

“I’m almost glad that you did this sooner than later. I don’t want to waste what’s left of my insignificant life on a monster like you that’ll never grow despite having all that time to do so.”

Eric watched as you reached for the handle of your car door and before he could stop it, he felt his own hatred bubble out of his throat and past his lips. “You’re right. I am glad I did this, that you found me out. Because I don’t like I could spend another insufferable minute pretending to be something I’m not! I am a monster Y/N, I’m a bloody thirsty fucking beast you could tear your throat out if I so wished and I’m done trying to stop myself from doing exactly what I desire. And all I desire now is to be free from shackles from you and fight, fuck and kill my way through the rest of eternity.”

Your hatred was evident on your face, but Eric saw that trace of sadness, of betrayal as you climbed into the car. “Goodbye Eric.”

***********

Two months after that Eric still had that part of his humanity turned off and drowned whatever feelings he had for you in blood and sex. The most willing blonde twins that Eric couldn’t care enough about to know their names were eager enough to help him do just that. But the same thing happened with them as it had with every other woman, he tried fucking his feelings of anger and sadness into.

The women beneath him would fade away and your face would replace them. Your familiar and beautiful face contorted into pleasure as he made love to you, your fingers running through his blonde hair pulling at him and bringing him closer to you. The body of the strangers would fade away and be replaced with yours underneath him, your warm skin sliding against his cool skin; letting him believe that he was truly alive like you were.

“Eric.” He heard you breathe under him and he knew you were close. He had gotten so good at reading your body, knowing it wants and needs and you did the same for him. Your nails clawed his back as he brought you to the edge, only to fall over the edge himself. You kissed his chest and neck as you both came down from your highs.

“I love you.” You whispered into his ear.

“Eric.” The girl Eric was fucking tonight waved her hand in front of his face, breaking the daydream and snapping Eric back into his harsh and sad reality. “Eric are you alright?”

“Get out.” Eric said softly the first time but when she didn’t immediately leave his presence his voice held more of a threat as he told her to leave the second time; sending the girl scurrying for her clothes with haste before abruptly leaving.

Eric fell back onto his bed, closing his eyes as he picked up the daydream where he left off, letting his hands slide into his basketball shorts and feeling how hard he was for you.

“I love you.” You whispered to him again and again and again as Eric pumped himself faster until he brought himself to release and the daydream changed into a nightmare.

“Why did you hurt me, Eric? Is this what you wanted? Were those women what you truly desired?”

“No. No, none of them were you. I want you; I’ve only ever wanted you, Y/N.” Eric said into the void, trying to explain his feelings to the ghost of you, but when he opened his eyes you were gone and he knew that you’d never be back.

Taglist: @mysteryoflourve

[deathordemise]

kachow hello everyone here’s a writing piece i’ve been working on since god knows when. i started it when tommy was still in exile, so the recent events kinda threw it into the non-cannon compliant, lol. anyway , this entire thing is based off the concept of dream wanting a ‘family’. dw, turned on auto cap to write it lmao. send asks regarding this if you wanna :)

here’s the one person who wanted to be tagged : @head-fullof-clouds

trigger warnings: looking down on someone based of age, imprisonment, gas lighting, one sided family dynamics (?), forced found family (??)

mainly tubbo and dream centric, but mentions of others. there’s more under the cut!!

Dream stands with his hands on his hips, surveying his past hours of work.

“Would you like Ranboo to room with you guys as well? You and him get along very well, and it’s nice to see you hang out with kids your age other than Tommy.”

Tubbo shakes his head, sitting on the edge of his bed. The adult sighs and shrugs.

“Okay, if you’re so sure.” He turns back to the other barrels full of things . Tubbo finally speaks up when he begins to assemble another bookcase.

“ I don’t want Tommy in here either.”

Dream straightens immediately, looking genuinely confused.

“But you guys are best friends! I would have loved sharing a room with my best friends when I was younger. I know you boys had that little fight during his exile, but surely you’ll get over it? I mean, I did spend all this time decorating his side of the bedroom.”

“This isn’t a bedroom,” Tubbo stands up and lunges at the bars. He grips it in an attempt to shake them, but the metal poles remain sturdy. “Dream, this is a prison cell!”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffs. Tubbo remains glaring and hostile.

“You know I’m right. You know you’re making us all prisoners. It doesn’t matter how nice you make the cells, how good you make the meals, how lovingly you hand stitched these blankets. You’re holding us here against our will, with no escape. You’re nothing but a jail guard.” His tirade is cut off when Dream slams his fist into the crafting table.

“Stop!” Dream pauses to collect himself. He shudders, voice cracking is desperation.

“Stop it. You’re twisting my words. You’re making it wrong. You’re making it ugly.”

Dream finally takes a seat, pulling off his mask in the process. He sits with his back against the wall, facing Tubbo again. His head tilts back and he presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, then smooths his hair back.

“Why do you guys always have to make it all ugly? This is my land, you know? I can deal with you guys terraforming, I expected it. I can deal with you guys building whatever the fuck you wanted with my permission. I could have even let the whole drug thing slide! But then there was the thing with the discs.”

“Tommy’s discs.” Tubbo corrects,but he doesn’t acknowledge the teen’s input.

“It was such a simple thing to do. Hand me the discs. Maybe I would have given them back eventually. But you had to fight back. You had to separate yourselves, and start a war. You made it all ugly, and by making me the bad guy, you made me ugly too. I don’t understand. I just wanted you guys to listen to me.”

“You wanted to control us” Tubbo protested, “Like puppets on a string. You wanted us to bend at your will. We’re our own damn people, Dream. We’re not dolls for you to play ‘house’ with.”

“I know you’re too young to understand.” Dream sighs, giving him a small smile.

“It's okay . I forgive you. I forgive each and everyone of you.”

“What about George and Sapnap? Do you think this is what they want?” Tubbo switches tactics, desperate to make the man see reason. Tired of gripping the metal, he too sits on the cold netherite floor.

“George and Sapnap don’t know what they want.” Dream snaps irritatedly. Seemingly hitting the nail on its head, Tubbo plows on.

“Oh,really? Do you think Bad would let you do this? You think he’ll come in here willingly?”

“He goes wherever Skeppy goes.” He waves dismissively.

“Ah,yes, because Bad is so down with Skeppy being tossed into jail.”

“I’m not tossing Skeppy into the jail! Tub- Tubbo, you know this isn’t a jail, right?”

“Then what is it, Dream? What is this, with the iron bars and doors and obsidian? Sam himself built it, and he says it’s a prison. What is it?”

He doesn’t reply at first, fiddling with the cracked and damaged mask in his hands.

“I’m pretty fond of the moniker Pandora’s Vault.” He smiles softly at Tubbo, sending a chill up his spine.

“Vault?”

“Yeah. A vault is where people store valuables.”

“I- I do know what a vault is! That’s not my… did you just completely miss the part where I said we’re people? We’re not like those shiny things that you’d stuff into an enderchest.” He sputtered indignantly, at an almost loss for words. Dream wheezes and hauls himself up, dusting off his pants.

“Enderchest is actually kind of a cool name for it. I might just consider rebranding! I like to call it a vault, Tubbo, because a vault is where you store precious things. And to me, there’s nothing more precious than family.”

He walks back over to the crafting table, unaware of the other slowly losing his composure.

“You’re not my family.” He whispers.

Dream picks up on the dread and terror in Tubbos voice. He sets the planks back down gently.

“Remember when we were in the same team competing in MCC?” and how can Tubbo forget that? Standing side by side with your sworn enemy, wearing the same colours with undeniable pride.

“Remember how I helped you train? How we trained together, and I gave you advice and support? Didn’t you like that ? I was like a mentor to you, like an older brother! Don’t you want an older brother? You won’t have to be alone anymore.”

“I’m not alone! I have an actual family, Dream. I don’t need you. I’ve got my whole cabinet. Do I need to remind you that I’m the bloody president, not some weak baby you need to soothe? I’ve got Phil, and Wil-Ghostbur, and I’ve got Tech… I’ve got Ranboo and Niki, and Tommy. No, not…I don’t…” he protests.

“Tommy? Wilbur? Technoblade? You think Technoblade is better than me ? The people who destroyed your country ? Some fucking family you got there. You know what? Fine. Fine! They’re going to be in here with you anyway. I don’t fucking care. We’re going to be one big happy family whether you like it or not.”

“You’re not my fucking family!” Tubbo screams.

“And you are a child!” Dream roars.

“You’re a little boy playing dress up! Do you think you can fill Wilbur’s shoes? You can barely even measure up to Schlatt! At least Schlatt did something. What have you done with your presidency, Tubbo? What have you done ?”

Tubbo finds himself cowering on the floor as Dream's figure looms above him, face pressed against the bars, jeering.

“Answer me, Tubbo. What have you done ? What have you fucking done?!”

Tubbo sobs.

“I’ll tell you what you’ve done,” he continues.

“You’ve exiled your best friend. You’ve surrounded yourself with a so-called cabinet full of people more kniving and ambitious than you. They think you’re an idiot, no, they know you’re an idiot. You weren’t the first choice, you weren’t even the second.”

Silence reigns once again as Dream walks back to the crafting bench. Tubbo manages to haul himself into the bed, trembling the whole time. He only looks up when the iron door swings open and a shadow is cast over him.

“Hey.”

He’s calm again. He’s kind and gentle and nice again as he holds out a wooden box like it’s a peace offering.

It’s a bee hive.

“I know I broke your first one and killed all your bees but I really didn’t mean to.” he sounds apologetic, as close to a ‘sorry’ as Dream can get. When Tubbo doesn’t take the box, he sets it down on the beds edge and then clambers on as well, sitting next to him.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice either. I was just,” he gestures vaguely “,frustrated.”

He smiles when Tubbo picks up the bee hive and fidgets with it, looking everywhere except for Dream's face.

“There we go! I hope you like it. I’ll pick up some bee’s for you later today or tomorrow, yeah ?”

“Yeah.”

Dream laughs, pulling the teen into a quick side hug.

“It’s gonna be okay.” He reassures.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

[hikari-writes]

『Boku No Hero Academia』

Fluff Headcanons

↬ When you stole their clothes

Request: Heyyy!!! I really enjoyes reading your posts 🥰 reallyy love themm alll!! Can I request a Scenario or Headcanon for Katsuki, Hitoshi, Shoto and Kirishima, where their girlfriend likes "borrowing" their clothes secretly 🤭? thank youuu so muchhh I just thought that it would be cute to know or imagine what would their reactions will be o(*///▽///*)q

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi & Kirishima Eijirou

Warning: A tiiiiiiiiny bit spicy on Baks' part. Dw, I just threw a tiiiiiiny bit sprinkles of paprika in it. And eeny meeny, v v tiiny spice on Shin's where he calls you with a pet name, since there is a tiny spicy part, all characters are aged up ig? Idk dont ask me im not an expert in this type of thing, FLOOF

Genre: Fluff

Words: 821

SPECIAL THANKS TO @identifybby FOR HELPING ME WITH THE BITS IN BAKUGOU'S PART 😭😭😭💕💕💕 Thank uuuu lia <333 I SWEAR this wasn't supposed to be spicy at all and just fluff but i don't know what possessed me to write the tiny spicy part in bakugou urghhh im just a smol innocent not bean uwu i accidentally mistook the paprika container for sugar so,,,, 😜 sorry if you want it to be fluffy nonoi 😔😔🔫🔫🔫 forgive this sinful hooman,,, and since bakugou and shinsou's part ain't full on fluff, i made kiri's part to be full on fluff uwu also I didn't do for Shou,,, im v sorry about that 😭😭🔫🔫

↬ Bakugou Katsuki

➳ Katsuki has searched for his favourite black tank top EVERYWHERE.

➳ He could've sworn he put it in his closet, and knowing his nature, he doesn't like to put his things all over the place so it's very unlikely that he misplaced it. 

➳ Guess he has to wear a plain t-shirt for today.

➳ As much as he doesn't want to do it, he has no choice but to ask you for help to search for the piece of clothing.

➳ But when he entered your room without knocking, he wasn't expecting to see you standing in front of your full-length mirror while flexing your arms IN his black tank top. 

➳ The tank top was a bit loose on you, considering the fact you don't have muscles as big as Katsuki so some parts of your underwear are a bit exposed.

➳ When you finally stopped posing in front of your mirror and turned to the door, you almost shrieked and your face flushed in embarrassment. 

➳ Katsuki caught you doing some embarrassing poses in front of the mirror, IN his tank top that you stole secretly from him. 

➳ "Wait- Katsu--it's not- I--," you tried hard to explain but your words vocabulary all disappeared from your brain as soon as you saw him stomping his way towards you.

➳ All of a sudden, he takes off his shirt, showing off his big muscles. You immediately shrieked at the sudden sight and the blush on your face darkened. 

➳ Then, he suddenly slipped his shirt over your head, catching you off guard with the sudden action.

➳ You look at him in confusion. Why did he suddenly make you wear his shirt?

➳ "Cover up, dumbass!"

➳ He then turns away from you to hide his deep reddening face.

➳ He won't admit it, but you look so cute in his tank top, although you were a bit exposed. Thank goodness his rationality acted fast and put you in his t-shirt or else he might've *cough*wolfedyoudown*cough* right there and then.

↬ Shinsou Hitoshi

➳ Hitoshi was helping you clean up your room after a stray cat he had brought in caused a mess in there. (You both don't mind since the cat is cute though.)

➳ While he was tidying up your closet, he found something at the very back of the closet. 

➳ He secretly took it to inspect the thing closer under the light and golly gosh, was he surprised to see what it was.

➳ He decided to pretend to not see anything so that he doesn't appear suspicious. 

➳ That night, you reached your hand to the back of your closet and took out that "something" you've secretly taken from Hitoshi yesterday. 

➳ Before you got the chance to slip into it, a sudden loud cough made your heart stop beating for a moment and you whipped your head only to see Hitoshi arching his eyebrows at you.

➳ "Well, well, what do we have here? A kitten caught red handed stealing huh?" He said as he stares at the shirt you're holding. His shirt to be precise.

➳ You give him a forced smile before slipping into the stolen shirt anyways and sticking your tongue out at him. 

➳ "Well in my defense, I like this shirt too so I stole it from you. Plus I like the smell. It's just like you."

➳ "You could've asked."

➳ "There's no fun in that."

➳ In the end, the both of you ended up cuddling together with you wearing his shirt. He'd totally ask you to wear some of his other clothes next time to take pictures of you in them.

↬ Kirishima Eijirou

➳ Eijirou noticed you constantly hiding something whenever you're about to leave his room after hanging out there.

➳ He tried to look at what you were hiding but you always managed to successfully hide it from him. 

➳ Until one fateful day, you entered his room while unknowingly exposing your own secret.

➳ "Ei, I'm tired, let's cuddle…."

➳ Eijirou blinked his eyes at you in surprise. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but you were wearing his orange hoodie that obviously was stolen, right when you're facing him. 

➳ "Y/N, that hoodie..."

➳ He awkwardly pointed at the hoodie you were wearing and when you looked down, sure enough, you were wearing something that was supposed to be a secret from him since you stole it without permission. 

➳ You let out a nervous laugh. Guess you were too tired to be secretive that day.

➳ "Sorry, I stole it from you. I just really liked your clothes since it smells like you. Are you mad?"

➳ "Not at all! If anything, you look cute in them. If you want to wear it, just tell me and I'll lend it to you next time. You don't need to steal them." 

➳ He then gestured his hand for you to come closer and the both of you ended up cuddling together.

➳ It was very comfy plus the scent of Eijirou just doubled since you're wearing his hoodie.

[magalidragon]

Locked In | a smutty modern Jonerys fic

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: At the top of the world, draconologist Daenerys Targaryen is really irritated by glaciologist Jon Snow and really is not happy that they get locked in together. What else is there to do though?

Tease:

When she met Dr. Jon Snow, she wondered if Sam had meant the weather being cold or the sullen, angry, scowling creature who greeted her at DW Station when the helicopter landed. It hit the ground just long enough for her to almost roll out, Tormund bellowing that it was unable to withstand the cold and snow for too long, lest the blades freeze over. He gave her a little wave. Looking back, it was probably an apology. She stared at her lifeline flying away, again wondering what possessed her to take on this assignment when she was putting her faith and hope in a machine called Bear Fucker.

And then Dr. Snow approached her, hands in the pockets of his parka, which was unzipped—he must have been mad because her teeth were chattering so hard, she was sure her molars had cracked—black wild curls about his face, ears uncovered, and his iron gray eyes boring angrily into hers. “You’re the dragon doctor?” he demanded, in lieu of greeting, ignoring her outstretched hand.

Her hand dropped, immediately glaring at him. “It’s actually a draconologist, not dragon doctor, but I will forgive your error. Dr. Daenerys Targaryen,” she sniffed.

“Hmm,” he grunted, turning and stalking into the station, leaving her to chase after him like a child, stumbling in her overlarge boots, heavy parka, and dragging her duffel behind her. He chuckled, not even offering to help her. “Welcome to the end of the world Dr. Targaryen, get your dragon and get out.”

Read here on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23832349