#grins like chesire

[yrdnzz]

giorno & golden wind requiem for my friend (and her little brother matthew) in return for a donation to care for gaza!

more info on those here if you're interested (the examples are a bit outdated but i do color these !!!)

[quietlyblooms]

anne just told me to be insane, so here we are -- this is a spicy inbox call! like this, and i'll write a lil ask for you with varying degrees of spice. it'll likely depend on what i'm able to imagine as well as my comfort level as i write these. you may also use this as an opportunity to test out our muses' chemistry if we aren't already shipping, though i do ask that we've spoken a bit or written before bc it'll be a lil easier and comfier on my end if that's the case. other than that, don't stress and let chiyo smooch your muse <3

[georgieluz]

finally started reading this today, i've seen extracts and stuff before, but decided i'd better dig in properly

[comatosebunny09]

defense(less) zone | sylus

— summary: it wasn’t until your friend returned with a third glass that he noticed something was…off. the woman—tara, he believes her name was—pat him on the shoulder as she strode past. “have a good night, mr. skye,” she drawled, leaving sylus to ponder what the hell that meant. — cw: aphrodisiacs, written with female reader in mind, awkward boners, stupid humor, alcohol consumption, accidental intentional drugging, profanity, sylus in-heat, sexual content, mdni — notes: here's half of what you asked for. once i finish up with my other wips, i'll revisit this one. thank you so much for reading! — tags: @leighsartworks216 @world-of-hearts @queenofstresss @cheshireworld @beewilko

Sylus knew better.

He knew after the third time you warned him not to touch the grog that it was imperative he listen.

Sure, he teased you about it. “I assure you, sweetheart. I know how to hold my liquor.”

The sharp look in your eye held a warning. “That’s not the problem.”

He chuckled with his hands thrown up in mock surrender. You were being a killjoy, sure. But he heeded you, avoiding the table that held the concoction of spirits like the plague.

Until…

Well, your friends—they were so lovely. Equally as insistent, shoving drinks and hors d'oeuvres into his hands while you were off socializing.

It was your fault for leaving him alone. You were the talk of the ball since you’d stepped foot in the venue with Mister Tall, Dark, and Devastating. Naturally, when you left his side, your friends swept in, buzzing about like hoverflies.

They bombarded him with questions, swooned over him, complimented him. He was used to the limelight. This level of attention. But it hit differently when people weren’t kissing his ass because he was a kingpin.

He found his defenses melting into the floor the more they talked to him, and it was easy for Sylus to understand why you acquainted yourself with them. They were lively. Disarming. Dangerous.

One of your lady friends sidled up to him with a glass of something ominous. Light pink in color, and it swirled and glittered like a nebula. Its acrid scent should’ve been enough of a ward. But he didn’t want to be rude. And he wasn’t a bitch, so he drank it, ignoring its harsh edge. He needed to blend in. Show you he could drink like a sailor and still carry you home by the night’s end.

And…maybe he was being a little impressionable.

It wasn’t until your friend returned with a third glass that he noticed something was…off.

“Thank you,” Sylus said, the glass poised at his lips.

Your friend watched with mischief painting her features. That didn’t bode well. Sylus threw back the last drink, placing his glass on a waiter’s tray passing by.

The pair stood in uncomfortable silence—Sylus smiling warily with a hand stuffed in his pocket and the young lady refusing to look away as a Chesire grin split her face in twain.

The woman—Tara, he believes her name was—pat him on the shoulder as she strode past. “Have a good night, Mr. Skye,” she drawled, leaving Sylus to ponder what the hell that meant.

The rest of your coworkers followed suit, slowly trickling away to the dancefloor. As Sylus said his goodbyes to the last of them, the room started to teeter, and his chest grew heavy as if weighed down by lead.

Sylus massaged his temple, trying to blink away the sudden bleariness. There was no way in hell he was drunk. Not this early in the evening, and not after a handful of watered-down cocktails.

He scanned the room. Caught your eye amongst the sea of revelers. You raised your champagne flute to him in greeting, a quiet smile rounding your lips. This ball was important to you—an opportunity to create a lasting impression on your new superiors. Sylus would kick himself if he spoiled it. So, he nodded.

But he learned to regret that simple gesture soon enough.

He stumbled forward a step or two, and the marbled floors below swam. What the fu—

Shaking his head, Sylus’ eyes flit to you to see your brows pinching with concern. You looked like you wanted to tear through the crowd to get to him. He smiled to lay your worries to rest, mouthing, ‘I’m alright.’

Seemingly satisfied, you spared him another apprehensive look before returning your attention to the woman before you who’d ensnared you in conversation.

Sylus wasn’t exactly sure what was amiss with his body. Just knew he was growing hot beneath the fibers of his tux, and the hairs at his nape were pasted to his skin by sweat.

He wended through the crowd, taking long strides towards the restroom. Maybe a splash of cold water would draw him back to sobriety.

On his journey, he caught sight of the punchbowl you’d steered him away from all night.

He swallowed past a lump of barbs in his throat, quickening his pace as a familiar swirl of pale pink gleamed condescendingly at him from within.

—

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty.

He inspected himself in the mirror, his large hands on either side of the sink bowl to keep him upright.

He’d broken out with a fine sheen of sweat. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. Why the fuck was it so hot? And why was his chest burning like that, the sensation slowly puddling in his stomach?

Sylus turned on the faucet. Cupped his palms beneath its languid spray, splashing water onto his face. He slapped his cheeks, willing himself to get his shit together. Despite his efforts, the lights of the men’s room continued to spin and blur, and he struggled to keep himself afloat.

He winced at his reflection. Took a deep breath, mouth hanging open when he exhaled. He looked flushed. Unkempt. The veins of his neck visibly throbbed, and he felt the beginnings of a headache seeping in. Could he really not hold his liquor?

“Hey, man!” called a boisterous voice from behind. It was followed by a clap on Sylus’ shoulder, and had he been anyone but himself, he would’ve barreled into the wall. A growl roiled in his chest, and he cut his eyes at the intruder.

The guy in question—one of your coworkers whom Sylus spoke with earlier—draped an arm about his shoulders, studying both their visages with a drunken cant to his lips.

“Great party, huh?”

Sylus could only grunt, his throat slowly constricting, and his wits scattered about.

“You alright, man?” he queried. “Not lookin’ so hot there.” He studied Sylus’ side profile a moment longer before a knowing foxlike grin crept over his lips. “Aw, dude! You get a hold of the grog, too?”

Sylus felt the color drain from his face.

“Yeah, man. That shit’s lethal. Don’t know what they put in it this time, but I’m harder than a rock!” The room erupted with his raucous laughter directly into Sylus’ ear. He proceeded to palm himself, playfully wiggling his hips.

Sylus wondered how long you’d give him the silent treatment if he committed murder tonight.

“Take care, man,” the obnoxious asshole bellowed, patting Sylus a little too roughly between his shoulder blades. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Sylus tracked his movements to the door until it swung closed behind him, blotting out the swell of noise beyond. He bowed forward, his forehead colliding with the glacial surface of the mirror—a welcomed contrast to his inflamed skin.

“Fuck,” he rasped, hanging on by a thread.

They spiked the grog. They spiked the fucking grog. He’d had three glasses of it, and whatever was in there disrupted his senses and made his pants grow unbearably tight. That would explain why everyone was so nauseatingly happy.

Your visage flashed in his mind. Made his body pulse, and he crumbled with grit teeth.

He knew you’d be up his ass when you found out.

In his defense, you left him to the wolves. To those jackals you called friends.

—

He finds you in no time. Sniffs you out like a bloodhound after he gave himself a lengthy pep talk in the bathroom.

“Sweetie,” Sylus calls from behind. Eases a hand down the curve of your spine. You shiver. Damn your dress for having such a devastating plunge. For boasting your pretty skin like that.

You’re so soft here, he thinks, dragging the backs of his fingers up and down the ripples of your vertebrae. The scent you carry is lethal. Floral and sweet. His eyes nearly pitch into the back of his skull when he gets a whiff, toes scrunching in his dress shoes.

You peer at him over your shoulder, a soft smile to your lips. Toy with your necklace. Very demure, very docile.

“There you are,” you purr with that thousand-watt smile, your voice honey-smooth. He feels it pooling in his lower belly. Bites his lip against a pathetic sound threatening to make itself known.

Over your shoulder, he gives your company a curt, dismissive smile. Perches a hand on your hip, drawing you back towards him to spin you around. He then leads you to a spot devoid of people, away from the strobing lights. His palms clasp around your arms, thumbs cruising over supple skin.

“What’s up?” you whisper, pressing a concerned hand between his pectorals. His Achilles Heel. His heart beats a war cadence against you. He might just take you here if you’ll let him. Split you nice and open.

Alarm meddles with your features at his silence. At the violent tremor of his heart. Your brows furrow, and your lips quiver. “What’s wrong, Sy?”

God, you’re beautiful, even when you look all concerned. He traces a languid triangle between your bowed lashes and lips. Wants to kiss you so fucking bad. Smudge that pretty lipstick down your chin. Slide his hand between your thighs and make you sigh his name in front of all these people.

His dick throbs.

Fuck. Focus. Stay focused.

“Sweetie,” he tries again, swallowing thickly. His eyes are at half-mast. He’s trying his best not to sway—not to look like a bumbling idiot, but whatever’s in his system has him seeing double.

You jet into mom mode. Gently grab his wrists, the feel of your digits branding his skin, wrenching a needy sound from his throat. “Sylus, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

He debates on telling you the truth. Turns it over like a record in his mind, weighing the pros and cons. Feels silly, like a child admitting to rifling through the cookie jar.

A wave of vertigo hurtles into him, reminding him of his plight. He teeters forward, catching himself at the last minute. Angles closer, his breath stirring your baby hairs.

“I…might’ve indulged a little.”

“Huh?” you ask, rubbing up and down his arms. You smooth his hair away from his forehead, behind his ears. Gather his cheeks into your palms, and he burns like an inferno. “The hell does that even mean?”

He tries his best to roll his eyes. For someone so gorgeous, you can be incredibly daft.

“The grog, sweetie.”

“The grog…” There’s a faraway look in your eyes.

He watches the gears turn in your head before realization descends on your shoulders. Whatever concern you held for him sloughs off, replaced by mortification. The world eases by in a Gaussian blur, every sound a muddled mess to his ears.

Suddenly, you’re shoving at him. Pelting his chest with half-hearted jabs, and he stumbles back. Bad idea. He catches your hands, holding on tight to keep himself afloat.

“You drank—you drank the fu—”

Glancing around, you haul him towards an alcove. Push him up against the wall none-too-gently, forcing a grunt from his lungs.

“You drank the fucking grog?”

Uh-oh. You’re whisper-yelling. He’s in for it now.

“Yep.”

“After I told you, like, thirty times not to?!”

“Yep.”

“What the fuck, man!”

He’s swaying again. Plasters on a silly grin. It’s comical, watching you quietly panic.

“To be fair, your friend fed it to me.” He motions to something off to the side with a tilt of his head.

You pick up on his cue. Tara’s not too far off, waggling her fingers in a way that bleeds mischief.

“Unbelievable!” you sigh, scrubbing a frustrated hand down your face. “I can’t leave you by yourself for two seconds.”

You’re clearly upset. He doesn’t mind catching strays. Couldn’t dodge them even if he tried. So, instead, he takes hold of your hands to calm them. Tugs you closer, eyes a bleary shade of burgundy. 

“What’s done is done, sweetheart. How we next choose to handle this is what matters now.”

You give him a look. A once-over, painting a sharp line down the slope of his body. It is then that you catch sight of him—hot and turgid against the stitching of his trousers. A knit forms between your brows. You look like you want to scream-slash-cry.

“That bad?” you ask. Your disappointment from before abates, replaced by something of concern. He chuckles, and it’s an effort on its own. 

Sluggishly, he directs your hand to the cusp of him. Groans something filthy and bitten-off, eyes screwing shut. He bows into you, a bead of sweat trailing down the ridge of his Adam’s apple. 

“That bad.”

[etherealrin]

꣑ৎ ࣪ drinks or coffee?

a certain itoshi sae wants to pick up where his brother left off tw: none // fem reader! part two of this but can be read separately + part 3!

ear-shattering bass reverberates throughout the entire house, and your ears might actually bleed from impact. you’re standing in a corner gripping a red solo cup, liquor inside untouched.

it’s the same old same old: dumb party, alone, and your friend who had brought you here was somewhere deep in the mosh, all over a guy.

why had you even agreed to come here? oh right, it was supposed to help you get over your ex, itos-

“ITOSHI! YOU CAME!” shidou shouts, practically leaping for joy at the doorway.

whathefuckwhathefuckwhathefuck? just the sound of your ex lover’s last name was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. speak of the devil, why did he, of all people, have to be here right now? it was just your luck that itoshi rin, the party-hater, would decide to come to the one you’re at. and if he’s here, does that mean his little girlfriend is too? the sour taste of bile slowly creeps up your throat, and you lean shakily against the white wall, fist clenching at the thought. you wouldn’t exactly label yourself as the jealous type, but rin had pissed you off so much that you simply had to one up him somehow.

“don’t act so excited to see me, demon,” a voice you assume to be rin's says, cold as ever.

“c’mon, didn’t you miss me? not even a little bit?” the blonde soccer player sounds like a dejected girlfriend now. makes two of us, you think bitterly. after all, rin did dump you to get with his childhood best friend.

you know that in this scenario, you’re supposed to leave. staying would benefit no one, and definitely wouldn’t help your mood.

but you can’t force your body to move an inch—you need to see with your own two eyes his face. to see if you still felt anything, because you’d be lying if you pretended you were nonchalant about the whole ordeal. besides, just a peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

so you abandon your corner, slowly making your way towards the hallway. the house is dimly lit, and you almost trip several times in the dark amidst shuffling feet.

and the eyes that greet you are definitely rin’s, the cobalt blue unmistakable. though he looks a little older, a bit tired, and wait—his hair was pink now? when did his underlashes get that long?

“well, get in here sae,” shidou drags the boy inside.

sae?

you gasp, the dots finally connecting. so this was itoshi sae, the brother rin despised so much. they shared the same stupidly attractive face too.

the two athletes turn to look at you, and you freeze, caught blatantly eavesdropping.

“oh? who’s this?” a glint of curiosity in sae’s usually flat tone.

“that one? she’s rin’s ex girlfriend, ya know?” shidou’s grin is wider than the chesire cat’s.

sae’s presence is piercing, you feel it boring through your soul as he looks you over wordlessly.

“was it mutual?” he asks, stalking closer. you feel like prey under his intense gaze. trapped, compelled even. shidou snorts and wanders back towards the noisy living room, knowing his cue to leave.

“what, the breakup? not really, but he was an ass,” you answer with a scoff, arms crossing as you recall exactly why and how it happened. you had told rin he spent too much time with his childhood friend who had suddenly come back from who knows where, and immediately took your place beside rin, despite the fact that you were his girlfriend. and when you had, as a petty joke, said that rin should just go and date her instead, he'd actually agreed. "that's a great idea!" he'd said.

sae’s eyes never leave you as he arches a brow.

“is that so? well, i’d always known rin was an idiot. plus, he let someone like you go, which only proves my point.”

huh?

“point being?” you question with a tilt of your head.

“just that i could show you who the better itoshi is,” sae smirks. “we could go back and get drinks, or…”

“or?” you’re starting to like where this conversation is going.

“we could get coffee.”

“at midnight? you’re insane, but i like it.” you can't help the corner of your mouth quirking up at his odd suggestion.

“oh come on, i know a place that’s open past twelve.”

and you’re pretty sure now that the reason you walk off with sae has less to do with revenge on his brother but more with your own intrigue in him, as you let him guide you away.

a/n: hii this was heavily requested as a part two, thank u for everyone who suggested! @valexqpt

ılılılılılılı now playing: drinks or coffee? by rosé (yeah i stole her entire plotline)

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[phant0mth1ef]

i think i just met my dad in 1985.

-

thinking about you & bakugou having a kid who’s quirk was the ability to time travel, and it’d never crossed your son’s mind that he’d be able to go back in time to meet you & bakugou back in your highschool days to see how you two interacted.

that’s exactly what your son, tatsuki, (can you guess who chose his name?), decided to do with his twin sister, akari.

“i dunno why you wanna go back so far, ‘suki. they’re like a gazillion years old. plus i don’t think they were much fun back when they were younger.” she spoke as her brother lead her to a secluded spot so he could time travel.

“but that’s exactly why i wanna go! i wanna see if they were fun.” tatsuki smiled as the blue light enveloped the two twins, warping them through time back to when you were still two heroes in training.

they landed outside a building, buses were littering up the street as kids in their school uniforms surrounded them.

“i programmed my settings to that it could take us back to when mom and dad met. i dunno where this is though.” tatsuki looked through his programming, making sure everything was right.

“stop feigning interest! you got some nasty look in your eye, you don’t mean what you’re saying.”

they caught the sound of a boy’s voice as they looked towards the noise, a blonde haired boy with red eyes and a loose fitting uniform was standing next to his classmates, a scowl on his face.

“is that?” akari stood stunned, her brother looking up at the boy.

he was shorter than he was now, and his hair was untamed. his face was so childlike, and he hadn’t grown into his features yet.

“alright, alright! you got me. ua’s second rate, if ya ask me. see ya on the flipside.” your grin was something similar to a chesire cat, and your arms were up in defeat as you walked away from the boy, an “s” on your black cap as you entered the building.

imagine your kids surprise when they set the clock forward a year, seeing you and bakugou walking together, his face had an angry expression on it as he walked next to you, his hero mask pushed up to his hairline. you were two work study students on patrol, how cute! although it was clear that their dad couldn’t stand you.

so just how the hell did you two get married?

[brnesblogposts]

Name a woman (bucky drabble)

pairing bucky x fem!reader

fluff!!!!

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“Name a woman.”

Bucky looked at you perplexed “what?”

“Name a woman, first woman that comes to mind,” you say expressionless

He hesitates for a second, “Sharon Carter..?” A questioning tone to his answer. He notices the change in your expression— angry? He did what you asked though, as odd as he thought it was.

“Okay.” Is all you say before storming out of the room leaving Bucky to analyse what just happened, he went over it so many times but he didn’t get why you were mad all of a sudden. He gets up and goes towards the bedroom and finds you curled up on the bed facing away from him.

“Dollface?” No answer. “Sweetheart?” He approaches the bed now, sitting on the edge and reaching a hand out to stroke your leg soothingly but you kick it away, “why are you upset?” Genuine confusion in his tone. You sit up and turn to face him abruptly seeing his wide eyes at your stern expression.

“Bucky. I said to name a woman, the first woman that came to your mind and you said Sharon.” Analysing his features because how did he not realise why you were mad at him.

“Baby-“ He went to inquire more but then it finally clicked- “fuck..” His hands came up to his face.

“Yeah, fuck.” Your arms were crossed now.

“I only said Sharon because I worked with her today on filing the latest mission report, don’t overthink it, honey” He was staring into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like, you sighed.

“But- why didn’t you- I thought you would’ve said me..” You looked down to where your legs were crossed on the bed.

“Your question caught me off guard,” He laughed slightly “I panicked! You’re the only woman I think about I swear, Sharon even had to nudge me a couple times today because I was distracted with the thought of you.” He saw the blush creep up your cheeks and reached his hands out to cup your face and make you face him.

“Sorry. I overreacted, that was stupid of me” You said softly to him watching him smile slightly.

“It’s okay, doll,” He moves you into his lap “if i asked you to name a man and you said someone else’s name i would probably be jealous too” He was cradling you now.

“It’s good you never asked ‘cause I was gonna say Steve,” A wicked grin breaking out on your face as you felt him pick you up and drop you onto the bed.

“You think you’re funny?” His tone taunting as he stood over you.

“I do yes” grinning like a chesire cat at this point. He tries keeping his expression stern but your smile makes him weak and he flops down next to you as you turn to face each other.

“You’re a pain in the ass” He retorts to which you kiss his nose and move back to look him in the eyes,

“you love me!!”

“That I do” He’s sporting the dorkiest smile before you press a kiss to his lips and curl up next to him.

“I love you, the only man who consumes my thoughts” At this he smiles and the both of you simply bask in each others presence.

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reblogs appreciated :)

[kaiser1ns]

#. LIKE A BOY IN LUV

featuring 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff + slight angst + slight suggestive. welcome to the top 10 moments in your relationship with the one and only yamato!

word count :: 3,4 k. he may be a little bit ooc but we all love him anyway

DATING ENDO YAMATO is its own category of experience. You wanted a boyfriend, but instead, you got a loyal, loving, wild man who's always by your side with open arms, gift bags, and tons of surprises because he's unpredictable and you never know what he's thinking and what he's going to do.

"You remind me of Alice in Wonderland." walking in the park enjoying the pleasant night air when he spoke squeezing your hand and making you turn your gaze to him. He was smiling, what he was saying clearly really mattered, even if it came out of nowhere. "And I'm the Chesire Cat. I'm always there for you, even when I'm not." Now that you thought about it, he really did resemble the fantasy character. A grinning cat who teaches Alice "the rules" of Wonderland — him teaching you how the delinquent world works. Sarcastic and playful, he can appear and disappear in any location. He is quick to play jokes on others, he is mad, but unlike the others, he admits it with pride. But despite that he is giving you advice on which path to take during your journey called life, practically acting as your wise guide to the point where you're overly joyous to see him every time.

HIS KISSES ARE ALWAYS surprising and unexpected. One day he will kiss you like there's no tomorrow, fast but smooth because he can't get enough of you, the flavor of your lipstick is long gone when you feel his lips making rough motions, a little biting on your lower lip. His hands can't find a place on your body, but you are still as close as ever. He smiles into every kiss, and you can feel it, you can feel his love.

But there are occasions when he takes his time with you. There is no rush or insatiability, only you and him under the dim lights. Slowly, everything is so slow that it makes you dizzy. He kisses you everywhere starting from your face, and then your lips are doing a slow dance, so captivating that they make you want more of him. Your hands play with his hair and his holding you tight on your waist, giving it a light squeeze once in a while, because this is where you are supposed to be. Every part you are insecure about, he will kiss it. Every beauty mark or scar you don't seem to adore, he will kiss it. He will take all of your insecurities and pain away just by worshiping you — you are a Goddess and should be treated as such. Loving someone, and devoting yourself to them takes time, but for him, time has stopped and only you exist in that moment. Only you are important and he will show how deeply he has fallen for you.

HE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU to the point where there was no way out, and you liked that, seeing someone go out of their way to make sure you were okay. But that didn't mean you didn't give him anything in return. Often your dates were outside, whether in a coffee shop, a mall, or an arcade, and every time he paid, it made you uncomfortable and guilty. There was no need for him to pay for everything, but he insisted that you keep your money. And so you saved every bill and penny to give him the perfect birthday surprise when he gets home. 

You planned this for months, knowing exactly what would make him happiest. dolling yourself up, every detail perfect, every thought just for him. The apartment was dark, lit only by the soft glow of candles and the path of rose petals leading to you. You stood there, holding the cake with his favorite flavor, your lips curved into a smile so genuine and full of love that it lit up the room brighter than any candle.

When he opened the front door, his eyes widened in shock, then softened in pure affection. He followed the path slowly, taking in every petal, every flicker of the candles, but mostly he took in you. “Happy birthday, my love!” you whispered, your voice a melody just for him. For a moment, he was speechless. no words could convey the overwhelming emotions flooding through him. Your home was transformed, but you were the true gift. He couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his eyes — tears of pure joy. He wasn’t Endo Yamato, the prodigy, or the man who carried the world for others. He was just your Yamato, your boyfriend who deserved to be loved so deeply and sincerely.

Without saying a word, he gently set the cake aside and pulled you into a tight embrace, kissing you with all the love he had to offer. “You are the best gift in my life.”

ENDO YAMATO TAKES YOU TO A POOL HALL at least a few times a month and you still haven't learned how to play. But it didn't matter to him as long as he spent time with you and now it was your turn, he was leading you with the points, of course. "Come on, sweets. you can do it." Easy to say, but hard to achieve. You bent down and set the cue, the angle was perfect and you just had to hit the white ball using moderate force. Yes, but no. The white ball went in instead of the colored one and you heard your boyfriend laugh.

"Let me help you then.” He came up behind you, his body touching yours as he placed his hands on top of yours, caging you in his strong arms. You swallowed hard too, not that you weren't used to physical contact with him but it just felt different now. "It's simple, doll. You just have to aim well and hold the pole firmly, but not too hard. And then–” and your ball went into the pocket, but only because he controlled your movements. “You score!” he pulled away from you but you could still feel his warmth. "No matter how hard I try I can't…” but that's okay because no matter if you can or not, he is always the winner, but you won his heart. Fair enough, right?

EVEN A SECOND WHERE HE hasn't seen you, heard you or doesn't know where you are will drive him crazy, and at the moment you were neither picking up your phone nor answering his messages and he was expressing emotions he didn't know he had. Your boyfriend had a lot of trust in you, he never had doubts for a second but when you come home drunk, you don't know where you are, your hair is messy, your makeup is smudged and you can barely walk on those heels. He couldn't help thinking of something he shouldn't. You hiccuped as you tried to take them off and even though he was feeling a thousand new emotions of anger he still helped you up and left you lying on the couch. “Yamato~ I missed you!” if you didn't smell like someone else's perfume he would tell you the same thing. Endo poured water for you and there were pills on the side in case you got sick as he sat next to you but not as close as usual. 

“You were with someone else?” you couldn't even understand the question, you couldn't understand what situation you were in right now, and that smile of his was gone. Rubbing hands over your eyes, you stood up from a lying position. "I was with my girl friends. I told you a few days ago.” 

You groaned, trying to sit up, but the room spun in all directions, the lights seemed too bright, his voice too loud. "Yamato... I told you," you muttered, fumbling with your words. His usual cheerfulness was replaced by something you hadn't seen before—jealousy, frustration, anger? It didn't feel like him. "I was with my friends... and their cousin drove us home. He was just looking out for us. That's it. Nothing else," you repeated, blinking up at him, trying to steady your thoughts through the alcohol haze.

He wasn't convinced. Crossing his arms, tapping his feet, glancing at your phone—dead and useless. "Convenient, isn't it? You come home smelling like some guy, looking like you’ve been out all night doing God knows what, and your phone is dead. How am I supposed to believe you when all I see is the opposite?"

You winced at the accusation, your heart pounding harder now from more than just the headache. "Yamato, you know me. I wouldn’t—"

"Do I?" he interrupted, voice harsher than ever before. "Because right now, I think I judged you too fast from the start." His words cut deeper than anything you'd ever imagined he could say. He never doubted you, never questioned your loyalty, and now? 

Tears blur your vision as exhaustion overwhelms you. "I don't care if you believe me or not right now. Go crash at your place or Takiishi's, clear your head, do whatever. I just... I can't do this now." You tried standing, wobbling slightly as you grabbed the doorknob on the front door, holding yourself steady. “If I'm such a person to you, then why are you still here?”

Endo stared at you, his anger softening into something that looked like regret, but he didn’t need another push. You looked and were sure in what you said, and he started something he couldn't finish. Grabbing his shoes, he stormed out as you slammed the door so hard, that the whole apartment seemed to shake—but nothing compared to the ache in your chest. Crumbled to the floor, sobbing, it was clear: the person you loved most had just hurt you in a way you never imagined

ARGUMENTS WITH ENDO YAMATO are bad, and by that, I mean really bad. You blocked him in every social media app, and his number because you don't want to see or hear him. Even blocked him on Roblox and unfriended him in any game you both played. You just need rest to gain your composure, to focus on your mentality, and not have him suffocating you with his obsessive tendencies. It doesn't get any better when you suddenly receive an email from ilovelnynsomuch202839@gmail.com with the title "i miss you, please don't be mad." with a written roman in the text field saying how sorry he is, how he will make sure not to do that anymore and how much he loves you and if you can open the door because he is freezing. 

You can't believe this man and how he will do everything to be with you. Your eyes widen as you go to the window of your apartment and see him there, wearing only a top and jeans, for all his outer garments are in your wardrobe, and you are wearing one, despite saying you hate him. But he will withstand the cold, he always withstands absolutely anything, and to be away from you seemed like torture. You felt another vibration from your phone and it was him again, sending you another email. "i know you see me and i'll sit here as long as it takes♡"

He has no idea the way he makes you feel, you still let him in your heart, and in your home after two hours of him sitting on the bench and when you go to open the door for him, he is hugging you tight, he will never let you go, never make you mad again.

THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND WHO DOES TIKTOK TRENDS with you, will it be dancing, putting a finger down, or when his whole face is covered in red prints from your lips and lipstick. Almost everything is done. He liked the new trend, especially the song, and part that was on every edit that came out on the for you page. According to him, it perfectly described your relationship and how not to take a video of you fixing yourself in the bathroom mirror putting on some make-up while he was behind you, phone in hand, and the music playing.

“Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty. I couldn't stop lookin’ at her ta-ta-ta…” he panned the camera and you saw his reflection moving the phone to your chest and then to your face after you were done with the lipstick and he smiled in the mirror. “Face.” You didn't pay much attention to him, not when you were doing the same thing when there was trendy couple stuff. Flipping the front camera around and quickly set up the phone on the counter as he then quickly walked behind you again and wrapped his arms around your waist, his tattoos on full display as your hands were on his.

“Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog,” he was looking straight into the mirror where your eyes met and he just smirked, kissing your neck and then looking down at the camera, gently squeezing your torso before the last line came out from the phone.

“Little did she know I'ma nasty dog.” his hands went up to grab your chin and turn your face to his so he could kiss you. The clip was done and you didn't know how many times the audio would repeat, but he wasn't done at all. He held you tight, and he didn't stop, and you were out of breath but your hands went to his chest and pushed him to get the hint. You both couldn't catch your breath because you just had a little make-out session in the bathroom. He went to turn the phone off before saving the video and looking back at you. “Want to ditch the others and continue in the be–?” 

“Yes.” you didn't have to think so much, you were categorical and so was he. Noroshi can have fun themselves fighting people left and right while your boyfriend will show you a different type of fun.

BEING HIS GIRLFRIEND MEANT THAT you are used to hanging out with Takiishi Chika a lot too. You were at the mall, purchase after purchase but you two didn't hold any bags, Endo held everything, and even when you wanted to get something he insisted that a princess like you should hold nothing but a pretty smile on her face. The redhead didn't even look back, he didn't care but you did. “Chika, stop." for some reason he listened to you, maybe it was because you had known each other since childhood and had a great influence on him. It might not matter that much to him, but thanks to him, you met Endo and more or less he had to be nice to him. 

You went to get some bags from Endo, giving them to Takiishi who hadn't reached his hand out at all. At first, the two of you made eye contact, your eyes more insistent than his as he looked away, losing this fight as he took the bags from your hands and you smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Chika.” Turning to your boyfriend who was stunned at how you got none other than Takiishi Chika to carry his own shopping bags. He blushed and laughed a little at this heroic deed of yours. He didn't know how you even did it, how you had such a huge influence over the two of them, especially him. One of his hands was now free and you grabbed it as you started to walk forward. “What a woman you are. Please, teach me your ways.”

HIM HAVING TATTOOS MEANS ONLY ONE THING and that is you can turn him into a coloring book. Sitting on his lap, his arms outstretched and you were creating art – pink, purple, blue, whatever markers and eye shadows were on his buffy arms. You were very focused on making his scorpion tattoo shine, literally because you put pink glitter on it and drew a cute little face. "My nose itches." looking up at the ceiling, wiggling his nose as you carefully made a ribbon on the scorpion's tail, "You have to wait, baby." Of course, he had to wait for the good things, and art is a slow and painstaking process in which the artist shows and expresses their emotions in the paintings. He let out a soft sigh, knowing he had no choice but to endure it if he wanted to keep you happy. His body was a canvas that you could look at all day, it was so intoxicating, he had chosen interesting designs, and how he arranged them ... just beautiful.

“Isn’t it the palette you just bought?” The compass tattoo on his right hand now gleamed with bright colors, and the flames were reddish and fiery, as they reflected your burning love for him. “Yes. Now let me focus, please.” You smiled as you turned the star on his middle finger into a vibrant one with cute eyes, straight out of Super Mario. For the grand finale, you applied some eye shadow to the infinity symbol tattoo on his neck, turning it into a delicate pink bow. "Go look at yourself in the mirror!" you quickly got up from his lap, gently taking his hand with yours so as not to smudge anything.

"It's like a unicorn threw up on me," he grinned, running a finger over his colorful scorpion. He turned slightly to the side to see his back, the Frank tattoo he had with Takiishi was colored in pretty blue hues. "Cute." He gave you a quick peck. Maybe he should let you do this more often—it definitely made you happy.

ENDO YAMATO LOVED TO ANNOY YOU as much as he loved to make you happy. No matter where or when he nagged at you every second you ignored him – maybe because you wanted to take a nap on this lovely afternoon after a stressful and busy day. To have some peace and quiet, but no, someone decided to give you light pokes on the butt, making you let out a heavy sigh. You were almost close to drifting off into the world of dreams, you were so snuggly wrapped up in the blanket, cuddling with the stuffed toy, until someone named Endo Yamato decided it was a good idea to wake you up. "Stop it. Either go to sleep or go annoy Chika." But the touches didn't stop even when you turned on your other side, you mumbled something, it sounded a little like you were screaming into your pillow. You stood up angrily and threw the stuffed toy and pillow at him. "Leave me alone!"

"It will never happen, not even in your dreams." it was your last drop of patience, the last string you could pull as you pushed him off the bed with all your might and he fell on the ground with a loud thud, "Stay down in Hell." Wrapping yourself in the blanket again, and though your pillow was on the ground with him, his was still on the bed, and by the time you placed it under your head, Endo, with all his weight and insolence, lay on top of you. You started banging your hand on the mattress like a time-out because you couldn't breathe. He rose as you gasped and quickly flipped him over, straddling him with your legs as he held your wrists. “Yamato, I will kill you in every possible way.” "Don't, I'm going to like it." that nasty lovely smile on his dumb-looking handsome face, you just wanted to wipe it off and when you realized the position you were in, your nerves just couldn't take it. How can he annoy you and want extra attention only when you are sleepy? You immediately stood up but his arms pulled you down laying on his chest and his heart was beating like crazy because he had fallen madly for you…or in this case, you fell for him. Your breathing started to calm, your eyes closing, his fingers playing with your hair making you relax as much as possible "I love you, you know…" he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I know."

Snuggling into him, but how much more as you were already a part of him, forever and always. "But you'll still be sleeping on the couch." he only hummed in response, slowly drifting to sleep but he knew your love was better than any dream because you were his entire world, the one that made him, the hopeless boy, experience something real.

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[atinyslittleworld]

Just Like That

yunho x f!reader

Summary: Yunho invited his girlfriend over to his dorm room, while all the members were there

Word Count: 611

Genre: 18+, MDNI, established relationship

Warnings: smut

Yunho and Y/N had planned a quiet evening together in his dorm room. The other members were around, so they knew they had to be discreet. The room was small but cozy, decorated with posters and photos from their adventures with the group. It was late and the rest of the members were scattered around the dorm, either playing video games, chatting or preparing for bed.

Yunho closed the door behind them turning to Y/N with a warm smile. “We should keep it down,” he whispered, his eyes sparking with mischief.

Y/N nodded, giggling softly. “Yeah, we don’t want to give them any material to tease us with.”

They sat on his bed, talking and enjoying each other’s company. As the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted, their touches becoming moe intimate. Yunho’s kisses trailed down Y/N’s neck and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

"Shh," Yunho murmured against her skin, her lips curving into a smile. "Remember we have an audience."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to stay quiet as Yunho's hands roamed over her body. The tension between them grew and soon, they were lost in each other. Yunho's touch was gentle yet insistent and Y/N's breaths came in quick, quiet gasps.

"Just like that," Yunho whispered, his voice low and husky.

Y/N's fingers raced at his words and she nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders. Yunho's movements became more purposeful, his whispered encouragements spurring Y/N on. "Just like that baby," he repeated, as he ran his palms from her hips up to her shoulder blades.

Y/N's fingers dug into Yunho's back as they moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync. "Just like that, yeah," Yunho murmured again, his hands leaving her body and resting them on the bed left and right his body, that way having more power in his thrusts. Yunho's head fell behind, while Y/N had her hands on his shoulders bouncing on top of him.

Y/N's soft moans and Yunho's quiet murmurs filled the room, blending with the distant sounds of the other members. Despite their best efforts to stay quiet the intensity of their connection made it difficult.

"Just like that," Yunho whispered one last time, his voice trembling with emotion.

They reached their highs together, their bodies trembling with pleasure. Y/N collapsed beside Yunho, both of them trying to catch their breath without making too much noise. They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow, before reluctantly pulling apart.

"I should go," Y/N whispered, nearing Yunho's face and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

Yunho nodded, his eyes soft. "Yeah, before they start wondering."

Y/N quickly dressed and gave Yunho another lingering kiss. "I love you," she whispered, slipping out the door.

As she left, Yunho could hear the muffled laughter and teasing remarks from the other members. He braced himself, knowing what was coming. The door to the common area swung open and there they were, grinning like Chesire cats.

"So, had a good time?" Wooyoung teased, winking.

"We could hear you guys," Jongho added with a smirk. "Just like that, huh?"

Yunho rolled his eyes, too tired to argue. He sprawled on the couch, letting out a long, contented sigh. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he muttered, a smile tugging at his lips despite his exhaustion.

Seonghwa chuckled, thowing a pillow at Yunho. "You owe us for the free entertainment."

"Whatever," Yunho replied, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the couch. "I'm too tired to care."

The members continued to laugh and tease, but Yunho was already half-asleep, a satisfied smile on his face. Despite the embarrassement, he wouldn't trade moments like these for anything.

[rezwrites]

𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔

Milf!Professor!Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

word count: 1.3k

Warning: +18 MDNI, sub!agatha, fem!bodied reader, legal age gap, strap-on(agatha receiving), riding

“You seem tense, Ms Harkness.”

The sudden statement had the brunette jumping in her seat, startled by your presence. She sheepishly nodded, murmuring an apology. Glancing down you spotted the disheveled state of her desk surface, philosophy books and papers sprawled about, quite unusual for the well-kept professor.

Noticing your gaze she started straightening up her desk, clearing her throat. Her posture stiffening under your scrutinizing gaze.

“Maybe I can take you out? Help take your mind off of upcoming finals?” Moving paper out of her way, so she’d pay attention to you, cocking your head, “Or anything else that’s occupying your mind.”

She spoke up, eyes hardening, “That would be highly inappro-”

“Ms. Harkness, you always say pleasure is a great reward for hark work. So,” you dropped yourself down to your elbows on her desk, putting on your best pleading puppy face, “let me reward you for all your hard work?”

You could see the gears actively turning behind her azure orbs, contemplating. Watching her grow hot underneath her turtleneck trying to pull it away, you knew you had her, a chesire grin forming on your face.

Truth be told you had wanted to take your professor out for a while, even saving for the past few months to afford a nice dinner. Both of you discussed a restaurant and time before departing. Then a sudden question crossed her mind, voicing her thought before she could stop it, “Don’t think this grants you an automatic pass on finals.”

Stopping in your tracks, you hung your head. Oh, yes final exams next week: everyone pulling all nighters, cramming any and all information they can into their skulls. Chuckling you spun on your heels, flashing a quick smile her way, “I don’t need to sleep with you to pass, Agatha. See you tonight.”

Once the door shut Agatha slumped back in her chair deeply sighing. Admittedly, she had been slowly re-entering the dating scene recently, but with one of her students is absolutely absurd. She kept trying to tell herself that it was just platonic, a nice little lie. The longing stares you send her when she’s up at the board lecturing. She knows deep down it’s anything but platonic.

Agatha surprised herself by agonizing over every little detail as she was getting ready. Taking her longer than usual to leave the house because she was fixated on consistently fixing her hair. Nervousness made itself known waiting for your arrival. Her leg rapidly shook underneath the table, as she picked at the skin around her fingernails.

Turning the corner from the entrance of the restaurant you spot Agatha alone at a booth. Her long dark hair cascading over shoulders, almost blending into the black dress she is wearing. She appeared distracted, almost like she was trying to latibulate by pressing her back into the booth.

“What’s a pretty woman like you sitting all alone?” You asked sauntering up to the table, sliding in the booth. A soft smile graced her features upon seeing you.

You both spent the next hour laughing and talking about anything. She looks so angelic, almost ethereal. The dedication she puts into her work and students is something you had always admired about her. Agatha opens up about her son being a huge motivation for her. Learning she had taken a cab, you offered her a ride home which she gratefully accepted.

—

“Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” Agatha offered, not wanting you to leave yet. Looking over to her warmth blossomed in your chest upon seeing your usually composed professor biting her lip, avoiding your gaze.

Turning your car off you quickly rushed to the passenger door to open it for Agatha which she chuckled at your gentlemanly gesture. Stepping into her home Agatha raced to the kitchen. Glossing over the pictures on her fireplace mantle, a photo frame caught your attention. A picture of Agatha, her son and who you assume is her ex; noting how her son looks very similar to the other woman.

Hearing a cork pop from the kitchen you slowly made your way to Agatha. Agatha had two long stem glasses and a bottle of champagne out on the counter. “Uh, actually I’ll pass on that drink” you softly grasped her wrist preventing her from pouring in your glass. Your eyes scanning her body, before dragging them back up to her face, “I’d like to get drunk on something else.” Agatha’s breath hitched, pupils exploding with shock? lust? you couldn’t tell.

The space between you two closed when you pressed your body to Agatha’s, hands roaming each other as you two kissed. “Mm,” She pulled away, face flushed, “I’m sorry, it’s been a while.”

Despite the signs, the sudden thought of overstepping had you quietly pulling away out of fear. “That doesn’t-“ Agatha shook her head, grasping your wrist to still you, before strongly affirming, “I want this, I want you.”

After a silent moment of assurance you surged in to capture her lips again, walking her back into a corner of the counter. Agatha gasped between kisses when her thigh felt the bulge of your strap against her cunt. She slotted herself over your thigh to access a bit of friction to her core, clit throbbing from arousal.

Gripping her thighs you hoisted her up onto the countertop, the cool granite under your hands. Fingers running up her smooth thigh, slowly pushing her dress up. Feeling lace between your fingertips, you let out a chuckle into the kiss.

“What?” Agatha rested her forehead on yours, catching her breath.

You pulled back to look at her panties. The black material she adorned hugged her hips, “You put these pretty things on for me?”

Agatha whined pathetically hooking her arms around your shoulders dragging you back to her. Eagerness in her eyes as her hands dropped to your pants, hurriedly unzipping them. Pants falling around your ankles, you kicked them off to the side, Agatha practically drooling at the sight of your strap. Your own core aching, dripping.

Agatha peeled off her panties, showing off her glistening folds. Using the tip of the dildo to spread her wetness around, nudging at her clit in the process. Once you were sufficiently lubed you eased yourself into her fluttering hole.

Her head fell back with a loud moan escaping, pussy squeezing your cock. Agatha slipped her hands under your shirt, nails digging into your shoulder blades leaving red crescent marks. Mouthing at the sensitive skin on her neck, you traced light circles over her sensitive bud, keeping a steady pace.

Agatha pulled herself away, gently pushing you from her space. Her lips wet and puffy, “Floor… need to ride.”

The back of your legs hit the frigid tile as you lied down on the kitchen floor. Agatha hovered over you one hand on your sternum to keep you down, the other keeping your strap still while she sunk down on it. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ as she held eye contact with you.

Her hands slid up your torso, under your bra to cup your breasts, thumbing over your nipples. Her eyes held such awe you couldn’t help but rise on your elbows to capture her lips with yours. Gripping her waist you started bouncing her up and down your shaft. “Beautiful.” you murmured against Agatha’s lips, earning a soft whine in response.

Agatha pushed you back against the floor before she rode herself closer to the edge, her dark hair a tussled mess. As each second passed her body shook a little more, moans becoming more pitched and breathy. Agatha stilled while her hips canted, face twisting in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her.

You held her in your lap waiting for her to catch her breath, thumbs drawing patterns on her waist. Once calm, she wrapped her arms around your neck, giving you a subtle wink, “I think you need extra lessons before finals.”

Catching on to her suggestion, you planted another soft kiss on her lips, “I’ll never say no to that offer.”

Pulling you off the floor Agatha guided you to her bedroom, “Now, let me reward you.”

[bunnyscryptarchived]

thank you @starfxkr for the theory that rafe is actually short for rafael now i can’t stop thinking about calling him by his full name whenever you want to scold him or simply just annoy him and this would be perfect to do with @princessbrunette ‘s drabble

rafe is a man with too much pride but he’s also so easily embarrassed it’s hilarious.(thats why barry bitches him the way he does). you’re hanging with him and his friends whether it be topper and kelce or barry and conversation somehow flips to your sex life and rafes mocking your moans and all the dirty things you say that’s supposed to be for his ears only— you’re staring at him irritated and mortified.

“rafael!” you screech causing him to pause and now he’s just staring at you like this

cause ??? did— did you really just call him in that…. in front of his friends? in front of barry of all people ?!? the audacity…

he’s looking at you and you’re looking at him meanwhile barry is sitting there grinning like the chesire cat “rafael huh”. now rafes flushed and grumbling like a child gripping you by the back of the neck to leave cause he’s embarrassed as if he wasn’t the one who just humiliated you!

[kiraizuzu]

Chifuyu thinking he broke you after giving you a shaking orgasm.

"Chifu'...fuck, a-ah!"

Chifuyu sat behind you with his knees planted on either side of your hips.

His blonde bangs fell across his forehead, tongue lolled out of his mouth as he rubbed his thumb faster and faster in circles on your engorged clit.

Two fingers slipped inside you with very minimal resistance due to how wet you were.

"You're so wet, baby. Couldn't wait for me to get off of work so I could come fuck you, huh?"

His aquamarine eyes settled on the juncture between your spread ass cheeks and the creamy translucent substance coating your inner thighs.

"Mmm, Fuyu...feels s-so good..."

You murmured with your cheek pressed against the cool silk of the pillow. Your bonnet had slid halfway off of your head, but Chifuyu fixed it for you and laid a soft kiss upon your tawny cheek.

It was almost embarassing how close you were to cumming just from Chifuyu's fingers playing with your swollen clit, but he was so good at it that he'd often make you come several times from his fingers alone before he even put his cock in you.

"That's right, baby. You close to cumming all over my fingers, aren't you?"

He sped up his actions, thrusting deeper with the two inside and pressing his thumb down directly on top of the little button, moving it from side to side.

Your thighs enclosed around his hand and began to quiver which made Chifuyu grin like a Chesire cat.

"Come on, open up for me, babe. Trying to get you there, sweet girl."

"'Fuyu, I can't! You're about to make me cum, you-!"

A soft gasp left your parted lips as a harsh shiver raked through your entire body. Chifuyu's hand was definitely stuck between your legs now as you shook and convulsed.

His eyes widened in shock. Usually, you might shiver a bit while cumming but you'd recover quickly.

Panic began to sink into his chest and he ripped his hand from between your legs like he'd been burned when you didn't stop shaking. Your head twisted to the side and you drew your knees up towards your chest.

"Shit! Oh shit...baby? You okay? Y/N?"

Baji often spoke to Chifuyu about all the women Baji himself had fucked with and how he always had them shaking and cumming all over themselves, but Chifuyu just took his words with a grain of salt, attributing it to simple "locker room talk."

He didn't actually think that a 'shaking orgasm' was a real thing, which is why he was so horrified at your body's reaction.

Poor thing was getting ready to grab his phone and call an ambulance when you opened your eyes and smiled up at him sweetly.

"Y/N! Are you alright?!"

"Mhm. That was amazing, 'Fuyu. Why are you looking so scared?"

He grabbed your hand and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it.

"Because I was. You should have seen the way you folded in on yourself like you were in pain. I thought I hit the wrong thing and made you have a seizure or something."

You couldn't stop the giggle from leaving your lips as you looked up into his wide baby blue eyes.

"Oh, Bunny, you're so cute. I don't know if what you just said is possible but that was one of the best orgasms you've ever given me."

"Really?" He bit his lip shyly, cheeks warm and as red as cherry tomatoes.

"...Can I maybe try it again?"

[priestessame]

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✿.｡ //gn reader x Aizen drabble// ✿.｡

✿.｡warnings: Stockholm, manipulation, slightly suggestive, morally grey reader

You couldn't push away the unease even after he is captured. Even as they take him away, thin lines of exhaustion weighing his face and his shoulders sagging, you still didn't believe he was done.

Aizen was a man that won even in defeat.

Who could tell if his own capture wasn't a part of something bigger. Who was to know you wouldn't find him grinning like the chesire cat as he was taken away.

"Nothing would be the same again." He had told you, sent away to be locked up for all eternity.

You had always thought he meant it with bitterness. Despite the honeysuckle smile on his face when he had said it, you always thought he had said it because he was angry. He had to be. He had just lost, everything he built was finally, finally crumbling, he had to be angry.

You should have known Aizen never let his feelings surface, not even when he had lost everything. There was no bitterness on his face, his tone as gentle and lovely as it aways was when he spoke to you.

Even after all of this, you had no idea what he was to you or what you were to him. What would you even name a relation like that?

Too wicked to be called a lover and too kind to be called a master.

He had kept you like you were his most precious doll. Given you the finest things, whispered you the sweetest words and buried his face between your legs for your pleasure. There were times you detested him and yet craved what he so willingly offered.

To have him was holding incomparable power in the palms of your hands. Maybe he picked you because he knew your ambition. Maybe he grew more and more obsessed because he sensed your own hunger for power.

Maybe he knew only he could appeal to the shadows on your soul. Shadows he knows you'll willingly cling to. No matter how noble you pretended to be, no matter if you loved him or not. Maybe all he did was giving a sleeping tiger the taste of blood.

You know what he meant now, as you slowly went back to your life in the soul society. They were never the words of a man that had admitted defeat. After him, everyone who loved you afterwards would pale in comparison. No one would ever come close to his madness, in action, in love or in obsession. Somewhere you'll crave for it silently. You'll go mad seeking that thirst, maybe becoming something even Aizen could not foresee.

Aizen always had one final trick up his sleeve.

And if no one would burn the world for you, you'd be tempted to ignite it yourself. After all, you had seen the throne Aizen sat on, felt its power, and now it was once again empty.

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guys :((( do is start a yan!aizen x morally grey! reader series???? it'll be v dark and v smutty cuz i feel my aizen phase coming backkkk

[undxad]

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ミ ˖ ✞ JACKPOT

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀synopsis ミ ˖ ✧ you thought you scored the jackpot in a man; he was hot, and nice. what more could you ask for? ─ there was only one thing, he wasn't looking for a date that night.

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀warnings ミ ˖ ✧ minors do not interact obviously, this game is not for you. drugging. kangaroo goes by a fake name. the reader is kinda miserable and sad guys. it's gender neutral.

word count ─ 1417 words

you had stepped away from the dating scene for a while ─ after a few.... not so great encounters that left a bad taste in your mouth whenever you thought of trying again. your friends didn't much seem to understand why you would want to stay single, but it'd become easy to tune them out after enough of their chatter.

that night had been no different from your friends' usual antics, dragging you away for a night out that you didn't much protest to like you usually would. you'd been busy and stressed, so a night out didn't seem all that bad to you; and so, you gave in to their demands after a bit of back and forth, dressed nice, and went out with them.

you weren't much of a drinker, your friends knew that, and yet you found yourself sitting in that bar for hours, taking refuge in a corner away from your friends who downed drink after drink, becoming too rowdy for you to keep up. the only you reason hadn't left, was because you didn't want to leave them (a mistake on your part you'd come to realize).

and that's when he approached you; and while you'd normally try to shrug off whoever it was, ignore them and hope they'd go away, as you normally did on the night your friends dragged you out; you just didn't this time. you couldn't, not when he approached you with such a grin that was almost a little chesire, and what looked like a burn scar that covered half his face (he was attractive, you had to admit to yourself, and you think the scar made him even more so). curiosity got the better of you, and you turned to him when he pulled up a seat beside you and greeted you so friendly.

attractive or not, you eyed him skeptically, returning his greeting slowly, "hello?"

"you look like you don't want to be here."

you blinked at him; well, he wasn't wrong.

he glanced off towards the group you'd been staring at, your friends finding dance partners with each other or strangers they picked up conversation with, drinks in hand. ─ you're not sure how you found yourself interacting with such a crowd, but you did, and you simply couldn't get yourself to cut off contact when they were the only people you could call friends.

"your friends?" he asked, and again, perhaps just being paranoid, you eyed him with furrowed brows and an expression that gave way to your thoughts. he chuckled, his grin remaining as wide as it was since he sat down next to you (and you can't argue with your mind when you thought he sounded hot ─ maybe it was the alcohol talking), "you stare, a lot. anyone ever tell you that?"

he leaned back in his chair, twisting his body to spread his legs and rest an arm on the back and his chin on his wrist, still smiling at you. and now you were flustered, and again, you blamed the alcohol as you glanced back at your friends, oblivious to the interaction between you and the scarred man.

you tried not to stutter when you answered, "yeah, they're my friends. i'm kinda the one who looks out for them."

"did they drag you out here?"

you chuckled awkwardly, shoulders loosening from the tense way you had first regarded the conversation with the man, "is it obvious?"

he held out his hand, an arm covered in a scar similar to the one on his face, and looking almost pink against the lighting of the bar. as you met his hand with your own, there was a quiet note in the back of your head, mentioning how strong he was, firm in shaking your hand, (and you weren't all that surprised). and that only made you just a little more flustered.

"i'm jasper."

you returned his smile, "[name]."

you're not sure how exchanging words with him that night led to what it did ─ dates and a blooming relationship that you were hoping to make official, call him your boyfriend. ─ and you think, you hit the jackpot; he was nice, and hot. what more could you ask for?

─ nothing, you think; because he was everything.

"you're going over to his place?" your roommate asks, staring at you with a tease in their grin as you sat down on the couch beside them, dressed comfortably as you waited for jasper to come pick you up for a quiet night at his. as always, they were ready to poke and prod at you, "i thought you'd never get here. i mean, you, really?"

you glanced at them from the corner of your eye, and then you sighed and shook your head, unamused by their antics (why you continued to put up with them, you're not sure ─ well, yeah you are, after all, they paid half the rent.) you scoffed as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone, waiting for that text to let you know jasper was there to save you from whatever else your roommate had to say, "very funny."

they laughed, and the familiar ping of your phone as the message appeared at the top of the screen gave you relief, a simple 'i'm outside' leading to you standing up and quickly saying goodbye to your roommate.

but they made sure to get in one final jab just before you left, "try to get laid while you're there!"

half the rent, you reminded yourself, half the rent ─ and then you were shutting the door behind you and quickly marching outside the building with haste to reach your date's car.

as you slide into the passenger's seat, he's glancing at you curiously, a smile on his face you've come to get used to, and really enjoy seeing, "you don't look happy."

"just," you sigh through your nose, and lean back against the seat, sending him a tense smile, "it's just my roommate, don't worry about it."

he hums, but he doesn't pry. and you try to ignore how annoyed you'd been in favor of focusing on wants to come ─ you were going to have a quiet date with the nicest guy you'd ever managed to bag, you weren't going to let your roommates teasing ruin that.

and you didn't; because after a box of pizza, a few beers, and some movies in, you were laid back on the couch as he hovered over you, a hand in your hair and stealing your breath away in a heated kiss. you can feel his hand on your waist, lifting your shirt and running his fingers along your side. his scar tickles your skin, and then he's grabbing your waist and keeping you still against the cushions. you moan into his mouth, your arms tightening around his neck as you attempt to pull him closer than he already was.

you're kind of dizzy from it all, your fingers grabbing at his shirt. you're lost to the kiss, completely distracted by his touch. so much so that everything else becomes muffled to your ears and a blur to your mind.

─ and then there's an unmistakable sharp pain in your neck that has you jolting and pulling away from jasper. your hands leave his shirt and you're grasping at your neck, just where you felt the pinch. you're looking up at jasper as he continues to hover over you, his smile wide and playful as it always was, and yet there's something else, a more malicious lip to it that causes you to reoil ─ or, at least try to, with your back pressed against the arm rest of the couch there's not much distance you can't put between you and him after all.

"what─" you're spluttering over your words, your thoughts a mess from alarm and the make out with him that had only just been interrupted.

you can just barely register as he drags a scarred thumb against your cheek, not all that reassuring as your faced with a smile that held intent, "this was fun," he said, and your heart races as his voice begins to muffle to your ears, "but i have a job to do. you understand, right?"

your vision becomes spots of black, and you think, for a moment as your consciousness begins to fade; you really shouldn't have let your friends drag you out that night.

so much for bagging the nicest guy, right?

[mooncello]

I've got some words to share with you all today. Unfortunately, nothing from more than a footnote, though I'm finally feeling some energy again to write that last chapter. I've been waiting to get creatively energized because my boys deserve that. I had really wanted to publish before I have surgery in less than a month, but that is looking less and less likely. I do have a goal to at least get a draft to my betas by then. So, we'll see.

Recently, I've been spending most of my creative time with original fiction, and I wanna give a little wave to @whatevertheweather for their support and enthusiasm. Our basecamp nights are frequently the highlight of my week, and I truly don't think I'd attempt this mountain, if not for you. Here's to being absolutely feral over our guys.

Okay, words! Today I thought I'd provide actual written evidence of my gift fic for my beloved @cutestkilla. We're gonna forget what exchange this fic was supposed to be for and embrace the open-ended nature of this delivery date. Will it be spring? Will it be summer? Y'all, I have no idea. But the wait will (hopefully) be worth it. The lightest of spice under the cut.

"Take off your clothes," Baz says. Sid pushes from the wall, those hungry, blue eyes not once leaving Baz's face. He removes his shirt in one fluid motion, then hooks his fingers in the loops of his trousers and leans back against the wall, lightly thumbing the metal button. "Did you not hear me?" Baz asks. "Oh, I did." Sid sends that tiny, infuriating grin again. "I'm just enjoying myself. You can't rush art, kitten." "Are you ... comparing yourself to art?" Sid's grin goes chesire wide. He moves from the wall and walks deeper into the hotel room, toward the king-size bed. "Why don't you tell me? You're the expert."

Art thief Baz is hella fun to write. And Sid (Simon?) is an absolute punk.🤘 It's coming along, Dre, I swear.

thanks to @monbons and @rimeswithpurple for the tags today.

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[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 1- Fifty Shades of Amber

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You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: So excited to finally upload chapter one. I've been working on chapter outlines since the end of July. 27 chapters is quite a bit and takes up a lot of space on a post. My masterlist will have all the chapters there. Enjoy :3

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH19.), Dual POV

The warm glow from the lamp on Valeria's desk reflects in your eyes. Making them twinkle mischievously as you kneel between her legs. Your hands slowly ride up her cargo-clad legs and your lips curl up into a Chesire-cat grin. She can feel a heat building between her thighs as you continue to tease her. She longs to tell you to knock it off, but the words refuse to leave her mouth. Your hands finally find their way to the zipper of her pants. Fingers nimbly grabbing ahold and beginning to painstakingly unzip.

"Valeria." You coo. 

"Hm?" She responds. Wondering what you want to say.

"Valeria." You repeat, sounding less sultry than before. Valeria furrows her brows. "Valeria."

Valeria's eyes fly open, and she groggily lifts her head from the shiny wood of her desk. Sunlight shines through the large, ornate window behind her. Illuminating the sparsely decorated office. You peer at her from in front of the desk. Simply watching her. Valeria straightens her spine and stares back. Mildly embarrassed that she had fallen asleep. It just had to be you that came in and caught her.

"I finished that new batch of crystal." 

Right, the little tester batch of meth she wanted you to make. You've been yammering on about it for weeks, chirping about ratios and recipes. Something, something, Red- "-Phosphorus to make it more addictive." You continue, interrupting her thoughts.

In your hands is a little clear baggie filled with small clear crystal shards. You are quite the commodity, and Valeria was more than happy to snatch you off the market before anyone else got their filthy hands on you. You had the odd ability to make the highest quality meth Valeria had ever seen. What made it weirder was you weren't even a chemist of any kind. Just naturally gifted with chemicals the right way.

"It's better than your other stuff?" Valeria inquires. The sunlight hits your face and makes your eyes shine. Reminding her of how they looked in her dream. She's so unfocused that she misses whatever it was you said. You stare at her, waiting for a response. "Repeat that."

"... I said I don't know." You reply. "I don't exactly know what it is in meth that makes it so addictive, but I think it's the Red Phosphorus, so I added five percent more."

"Oh." Valeria nods. Were you anyone else Valeria would've chewed you a new one for wasting her time and money on a product you aren't even sure will be worth it.

But you're you. 

"I'm glad to have someone with so much innovation working for me." She hums. "Intelligence is such a crucial trait to have." 

"Thank you." Valeria's compliment pays off as you flash her that cute little smile of yours. It's been so long since a woman smiled at Valeria like that. Valeria nods and speaks again.

"Give me the sample and I'll split it up amongst the dealers." 

You set down the baggie and Valeria dismisses you.

Valeria tried her best to woo you, just short of directly asking you out. Compliments, pay raises, jokes, she was even extra touchy with you, but you somehow never caught on. Valeria doesn't know if you're purposefully being obtuse or if you're really that bad with social ques. You're smart, Valeria knows you'll pick up on what she's putting down eventually. She rubs the sleep away from her eyes and grabs her phone to set up a meeting with her runners. That will happen later, right now she has some pressing issues to attend to.

Valeria hasn't told you yet, but sometime within the last few weeks a new product magically appeared. It's good enough to rival your own. In fact, it's doing better, and it's circulating in her territory. Valeria is starting to lose out on local money, and she can't have that. She didn't work her way to the top just to fall because some crackhead figured out how to make high quality meth. She's still making international racks though. This situation is far from critical, but Valeria wants to snip it in the bud before it progresses to that level.

Deigo is waiting for her in one of the storage rooms. One of her dealers loiters behind him.

"Did you get it?" She asks. Narrowing her eyes at him. Deigo gives his goatee a little scratch before gesturing at the drug mule behind him.

"Yes, we also interrogated the guy about where he got it from, but he just said his buddy gave it to him." 

The man behind him holds out a baggie with some familiar looking substance inside.  clear but with a yellow tinge, something Valeria hasn't seen before. It reminds her of amber.

 She takes the bag and turns it over in her hands.

"We went to find the guy, but he was dead in his apartment." Diego Says.

 Valeria looks up. "Murdered?" She asks.

"No, looked like an overdose." Diego shakes his head, Valeria sighs. There goes their only lead. "Can she figure out what it's made of?" He asks, referring to you. Valeria isn't sure, cooking meth has never been her thing, but she assumes since you're so good at it you'll be able to pick out what it's made of.

"It's worth a shot." 

Valeria finds you down in the lab. Big, heavy, metal machinery glints in the headache inducingly bright lights. You're hunched over your desk scribbling away in your notebook. She caught a glance inside one time and all the numbers and barely legible writing only served to confuse her. She doesn't know how you're able to understand any of it. Valeria says your name as she approaches, preparing to finally tell you the news. Her eyes rove over your backside before you turn to face her.

"Yes?" You ask. looking at her.

"There was actually a reason I asked you to come up with a more addictive product." She starts. You lean against the table, listening politely. She'd enjoy bending you over that table. "Recently, something new has been going around the streets, it's out competing your original stuff."

You frown at the news.

"What?" You sound disappointed. "Where did it come from? And how come I'm only hearing about this now?" You ask. "Do you know who's cooking it?" 

Valeria raises a hand against your bombard of rapid-fire questions.

"I don't know who's making it or where it came from, and I didn't tell you because I didn't see any reason to before now." She answers cooly.

"How long has it been selling for?" You inquire, frown deepening.

"It's been a few weeks since we noticed." Your eyes widen.

"Weeks? And you're only now just telling me?" You reply disapprovingly.

Valeria frowns at you.

"Yes, I'm telling you now." She places a hand on your shoulder. "I had someone get you a bag of it, could you find out what it's made of?" 

You shrug her hand off.

 "Yeah, I can." You sigh, rubbing a hand over your eyes. "It's going to take a day or two though."

"That's fine." Valeria nods, satisfied with your answer. She reaches into her pocket and deposits the meth onto the table. You look at it curiously.

"It's orange." You remark.

"Yellow." Valeria corrects you. 

"That's too dark to be yellow, it's orange." You insist. Valeria can hear a slight buzzing coming from the harsh lights above.

"Dark yellow exists, you know that don't you?"

 You roll your eyes as you pick it up to study it.

"Yes," You agree. Walking towards a table with some kind of machine and microscope. "but this is clearly orange."

Valeria sighs but decides to give up on this argument. The colour of the meth is the least of her concerns.

"Do you know what's causing it to be that colour?" Valeria asks. Watching as you put on latex gloves and open the baggie. You dump some of the small yellow crystals into a petri dish.

"I'm not sure, maybe food colouring?" You murmur. "I know meth turns out blue if you use methylamine." 

"What's the point of dyeing it?" She scoffs at the idea. You carefully crush up the crystals into a fine powder.

"I don't know, but cocaine is a party drug so maybe they're trying to make it seem more appealing by dyeing it a fun colour." You slide the petri dish under the microscope and lean down to inspect it through a zoomed in lens. Valeria watches for a few moments before turning and walking back out of the lab, hoping you have an answer by tomorrow.

The next day, you walk into her office uninvited. Valeria looks up at you and frowns.

"It's fine, just come right in. It's not like I've told you to knock." She says irately. You ignore her ill temper and walk up to her desk. 

"I found out what's in that meth." You speak. Leaning over the desk. "It's got all the usual ingredients, Sulfuric Acid, Acetone, Red Phosphorus, whatever."

"But...?" 

"But it's not made with Pseudoephedrine or Methylamine like normal, whoever made this used Morphine." You tap the wood twice with a knuckle. "I don't know how much was used but I'm pretty sure it's the Morphine reacting to the Sulfuric Acid that makes it orange."

Valeria hums. Thinking.

"Wouldn't that make it like heroin? The Morphine?" Valeria asks.

"Kind of, it's like a mix." You explain, sounding excited about all this. "It's brilliant, you get the energetic side effects of meth but the addictive, euphoric feeling of heroine. That's probably why it's selling so well."

"I see." Valeria nods. Her dark eyes lock with yours. This is going to be an issue.