#hehe stay frosting

[luffington]

AAAA I LOVEDDD your Sanji fic smmm 🥺🥺 could you please hear me out on food play with Sanji

Like him licking cake batter off the reader’s chest

Please and thank you 🙏🥺 (I hope your having an amazing day)

➤ pairing: vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader

➤ word count: 1.6k

➤ warnings: dom!sanji, bratty!reader, food play, nipple play, praise kink, oral (f receiving), established relationship, fluff, fem reader

i'm so glad i got this ask while i was watching sanji bake big mom's wedding cake.... it did something to me. (and now i'm craving strawberry shortcake)

sanji's a giant tease in this hehe (⁄⁄ω⁄⁄)♡

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Thick strawberry jam coated your lips like gloss and tinted them carmine. Swirls of whipped cream decorated your bare skin in a pattern of curves and dots, starting on your collarbones and trailing down to your hips and upper thighs. This design was interwoven with sliced strawberries and intricate designs made of pastel pink buttercream frosting. Two perfectly ripe berries and a generous coating of cold whipped cream topped your peaked nipples.

When your boyfriend told you he was going to try out a new strawberry shortcake recipe, you eagerly joined him. Watching him bake was mesmerizing, and he always let you lick the bowl. You did not expect to end up naked and sprawled across the kitchen table.

“Sanji…” You whined and shifted your body slightly. The first dollops of whipped cream he applied were beginning to melt, leaving uncomfortable sticky patches on your skin. 

The blonde gently shushed you from across the room, occupied with putting the actual cake in the oven and hardly sparing you a glance. “Don’t move around too much, darling, you’ll ruin the design.” You wished he had secured you to the table with his silk necktie – your willpower wasn’t strong enough to stay still on your own. 

Sanji set a timer for twenty minutes then slowly sauntered over to the table, setting down a cream-filled piping bag and a bowl of extra strawberries next to you. The cook appeared ravenous, his visible eye turned dark with lust as it raked over your sugar-covered body. He murmured about how delicious you looked as he leaned down to lick the jam clean off your lips. You moaned quietly when he slipped his tongue into you, noticing that his normal taste of cigarettes had been diluted by the fruity substance. 

“Didn’t know my sweet girl could get even sweeter,” your boyfriend chuckled in satisfaction. He collected some leftover jam clinging to the sides of the bowl and brought his fingers to your mouth. “Taste?”

You gladly accepted, lapping at his digits and moaning in delight. The jam was a perfect balance of sweet and tart, expertly blended to the proper texture. His cooking never failed to amaze you. “Oh, Sanji, that’s incredible.” 

A giant grin spread across his face and his chest swelled with pride. Coating his tongue with more jam, he pulled you into a passionate, strawberry-flavored kiss, letting you savor the saccharine substance.

Sticky lips slowly made their way down your jaw and neck until they reached where the sugary decorations began. Sanji paused and pulled away, sighing in mock disappointment. “This might be my best design yet. I would hate to ruin it.” 

“I can’t stay like this forever,” you pouted cutely, causing him to coo and kiss your pretty lips. “What happened to never wasting food?”

“Don’t worry, I always stay true to my word.” 

So he got to work devouring you, taking his sweet time to lick up the drops of sugar coating your body. You shuddered when the tip of his tongue swirled across your collarbones, carefully following a trail of buttercream. Gentle lips trailed down your sternum as they kissed and nibbled at every inch of skin he lapped clean. Sanji intentionally left your breasts alone so he could admire your cream-covered nipples in perverted pleasure. 

This wasn’t your first instance of food play – Sanji was a big fan of dripping melted chocolate on both of you – but this felt the most complete. He had taken the time to elegantly decorate you, telling you how amazing his ‘dessert’ looked while he worked, and now he was putting in even more effort to consume you. Your pussy was completely untouched yet it was already dripping. You wiggled your hips to try to get some friction from the blonde positioned between your legs. Sanji tutted and nipped at your waist, reminding you to stay still. 

Once your lower torso was licked clean of berries and cream, Sanji made his way to your chest. He was obsessed with your tits – he could play with them for hours if you let him (and you often did). Eating sweets off of them was a dream come true. He plucked off a strawberry with his teeth and hummed happily as he chewed it, then opened his mouth wide to engulf the big heap of whipped cream and your nipple all in one go. A cry spilled from your lips, and you tried your best to stay still but his warm mouth suctioned around your peaked nipple and sucking hard was driving you insane. 

Sanji was in ecstasy, making lewd slurping noises and kneading the base of your breast before giving your other nipple the same tantalizing treatment. You braced yourself, expecting him to move between your legs next. Instead, he grabbed the piping bag to coat your tits with a second layer of cream, gladly swallowing all of it. Repeating the process until the bag was half-empty and you were shaking with delight, whining out his name and making his heavy cock strain against his pants. 

His stubble tickled your breast as he whispered soft praise and smugly complimented his own whipped cream recipe for making your nipples even more addicting to suck. Then his hands moved further down, creeping closer and closer to your pussy until he nudged the tip of your clit –

The timer went off. 

“Oops, gotta get that,” Sanji clicked his tongue and your eyes widened. 

“You’re not really gonna leave me like this, are you?” Your cunt was drenched and one of your tits was still half-covered in whipped cream. He calmly strolled across the room like nothing was happening. “Sanjiiiii, I’m so wet for you.”

“Be patient, my love. I’m enjoying my dessert right now, but I want you to have the perfect slice of shortcake when we’re done. I can’t let it overbake for even a minute.” His voice had a teasing lilt – he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Loved seeing you desperate for him the way he was desperate for you. 

While he carefully took out each layer of vanilla cake from the oven, you decided to take matters into your own hands. “Just a few more seconds,” he snickered, stopping you moments before you could touch your cunt. Damn Observation Haki.

When the cakes were finally resting on cooling racks, the blonde stalked back to you like a predator about to consume its willing prey. Rather than continuing where he left off, Sanji coated your inner thighs with swirls of cream and slurped them up. Pushing your patience to the limit as he slowly inched closer to where you needed him the most.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy for me.” Your boyfriend paused to grab a plump strawberry, pressing the larger end between your lips. His dick twitched at the sight of you so pretty and pliant. “Be a good girl and keep it in your mouth.” Great, another test of your willpower.

Sanji’s soft strands of hair tickled your inner thighs as he spread your folds wide, licking his lips and admiring you without making a move. You wanted to complain about him being a tease, but you settled for rolling your eyes in order to keep the strawberry intact. The blonde smirked at your brattiness yet indulged you, licking a languid stripe from the bottom of your dripping folds to your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He thumbed at the bundle of nerves which made your legs twitch around his head. “And so fucking delicious.” Swearing at a lady went against his gentlemanly code, but that self-imposed rule fell away the moment you took your clothes off. You were too fucking gorgeous for him to hold back.

Not wasting any more time, he lapped at your cunt like a starved man, coating his lips and chin in your delicious juices. The lingering taste of cream and sugar on his tongue only added to the experience. Tangling your fingers in his blonde locks and locking your calves around his back, you pulled him impossibly closer to your pussy. Sanji only moaned in encouragement, his nose firmly rubbing against your clit as his wet muscle wormed its way inside your walls and licked everywhere it could reach. He unzipped his slacks to palm his rock-hard cock through his precum-stained boxers.

You were embarrassingly close to cumming after just a few minutes, but nearly a half hour of licking sweets off your body did a lot. Sanji was also a god at eating pussy – though he was sexually inexperienced when you began dating, his enthusiasm and desperation overrode his lack of skill. When his tongue prodded against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, your grip on his scalp tightened and you threw your head back against the table, unable to stop yourself from biting down on your makeshift gag. Sweet strawberry juice flowed into your mouth as your own juices gushed over your boyfriend’s face. He gladly let them soak his skin and stain the collar of his shirt.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, chest heaving from the mind-blowing orgasm. “Fuck, that was amazing.” Sanji giggled at the praise as he stood and caressed your cheek, once again telling you how beautiful and perfect you were. But your heart sank when he took a step away from you. “Don’t tell me you have to frost the cake now. That’s too mean.”

Your boyfriend laughed, his bright smile never failing to fill your stomach with butterflies. “I’m just putting it in the fridge. Trust me, I’m not done with you.” The obvious tent in his boxers was proof of that. “We still have a ton of cream and berries left, and I plan on using all of it.”

[vinomino]

Café Girl ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Meeting and dating Tachibana Kotoha! hcs

Featuring: Tachibana Kotoha x gn!reader

Contents: sfw, fluff

❀ “Excuse me!” You rush after the short haired brunette, “You dropped your ID!” She turns around, “Oh? Thank you,” you hand the card back to her. She places it back into her pocket, “Do you have some time? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”

❀ Kotoha makes you her delicious omurice at Cafe Pothos

❀ You keep coming back to the Cafe to see her under the disguise of getting coffee (even though the place doesn’t do take out) hehe

❀ It became a daily habit to stop by to see her, even when it’s no longer open hours. You just stop by to talk with her

❀ Umemiya gushes excitedly that his little sister has a friend and squeezes you in a hug that’s way too tight. Kotoha had to save you…… (￣ω￣;)

❀ Chewing on a sandwich, a two colored boy bursts in. Kotoha introduces you to Sakura.

❀ He makes it his mission to avoid going to the cafe when you’re there because seeing the way you look at Kotoha sets off his romance detector. Suo and Nirei keep teasing him for it.

❀ You’re shocked upon learning her age, she looked older and maturer for her actual age. ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

❀ You two end up studying together, hopefully you’re good at math so you can help her (study dates?!)

❀ Sitting next to her on a couch watching a drama you blurt out your confession.

❀ “Hmn…Kotoha?” You mumble out nervously. She turns to look at you, “Yes?” It’s now or never, “I-I like you!” You shout a bit too loud. Kotoha’s eyes widen before going soft, “I like you too.” She smiles.

❀ You end up hugging and cuddling with her the rest of the night. (*ﾉ∀`*)

❀ Kotoha brews you coffee every morning.

❀ Matching outfits! She loves talking about fashion to you!

❀ Doing each other’s hair in the morning.

❀ If you’re good a cooking, you two cook together. If not, she makes time to teach you. It’s an important skill after all

❀ Silly first kiss: It was your birthday so you licked the frosting off the cake with your finger. She calls you out on it and to use utensils, you flick the frosting off your finger at her. Some of it lands on her lips, she scrutinizes you with her eyes, so you apologize and say you’ll clean it off. Smooching the crème off her lips. How smooth!

Extra:

❀ “Does it really look good on me?” You ask, spinning around in the Lolita dress.

❀ “Absolutely.” Kotoha chimes, happy you agreed to let her dress you up. You offered because she mentioned she admired Lolita fashion but was too shy to try it out herself. “Stay still for a second…” she fixes the bow headband on your head and puffs up the skirt before stepping back. “Can I take some pictures to remember?” ( ≧ᗜ≦)

[aishangotome]

Licht Klein: Even If I Go Back To Being Alone

From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event

Thank you @dark-frosted-heart for providing the SE video!

—

As usual, we visited the villa and were picking flowers in the flower field that spread around it when Emma picked up a few flowers and started to make something silently.

Emma: Here and here...

Licht: ..............

(Even when you're concentrating like that, you're too cute.)

Watching Emma in the flower field bathed in the gentle sunlight filled me with happiness, my heart warmed, and I felt once again how my world had changed.

Licht: What are you making?

Emma: Hehe... Licht, your breath on my ear tickles.

I couldn't help but whisper as I hugged her from behind, and Emma let out a small laugh.

Licht: Should I let go?

(I don't really want to, though.)

Emma: No, it's nice, so it's okay if you stay like this.

Licht: ...Good.

I buried my face in her shoulder, careful not to disturb her work, and the scent of Emma further calmed my heart.

(I never imagined I would have such a daily life.)

Emma: I was making a flower crown for the first time in a while. Look, it's finished.

She held up the flower crown she had just finished weaving.

I untied my arms so she could see it better, and Emma turned around and placed the flower crown on my head.

Licht: Thank you. But you'd look better in something like this.

Emma: It looks good on you too, Licht.

(I'm not very happy... but)

I couldn't help but smile at Emma's happy smile.

(It's okay if you smile like that.)

(I want to give you something in return for making me happy again.)

Licht: I want to try making a flower crown too.

Licht: I want to see you with a flower crown on your head, and I'm sure you'll look incredibly cute.

Licht: Will you teach me?

Emma: Of course. So first, let's pick some flowers with long stems.

Emma happily agreed, and we squatted down and started picking flowers for the crown.

Licht: Like this flower?

Emma: Yes, and this one too...

Licht: That white flower?

Emma: Yes, ah––

Our fingertips accidentally touched as we reached for the same flower, and smiles spread across our faces as we looked at each other.

Licht: Sorry.

Emma: No, it's okay. Trying to pick the same flower is a sign that we're close, right?

(...You're so cute, I can't take it.)

Happy, I couldn't let go of the fingertip I touched, and Emma held it in her palm.

Emma: Isn't it hard to pick flowers with one hand?

Licht: No. If you're okay with it, I'd like to keep holding your hand.

Emma: I'd like to keep holding your hand too. So, next––

(...I always think this, but I'm almost scared of how happy I am.)

The happier I become, the stronger my desire not to return to loneliness.

But, what if... what if this time right now is all a dream––?

(If I wake up and find that my lonely daily life was beside me, how painful would that be?)

It's scary to even think about, but I'm a sinner, so it might not be impossible.

Emma: Licht?

I noticed Emma was looking at me with worried eyes.

Licht: ...It's nothing.

Emma: ......

Even so, as if sensing something, Emma gently wrapped her hands around mine.

That act, as if trying to convey warmth, certainly started to warm my cold heart.

Licht: Thank you.

Emma: I'm just doing what I want to do.

Her gentle smile, like the sunlight pouring down, gave me an answer, and my feelings took on a clear shape.

(Even if this time is a dream and my lonely daily life is beside me,)

(I will surely continue to love you.)

(...As long as my feelings don't fade, I don't think I'll be truly alone.)

I softened my gaze, and Emma finally smiled as if relieved.

Emma: Shall we continue gathering flowers for the flower crown? What color flowers should we use next?

Licht: Wait, before that...

Emma: Wah, Lichtーー!?

I took Emma's hand and, so she wouldn't get dirty, pulled her on top of me and lay down in the flower field.

Licht: Right now, I want to touch you more.

Emma: Hmm...

With unwavering determination and ever-growing love, I touched her cheek and kissed her.

Emma, too, let out a breath sweeter than the scent of flowers and returned my kiss, as if seeking me out.

-

Later, I put the flower crown I had made with Emma's help on her head.

Licht: Do you like it?

Emma: Yes, as expected of Licht. It's a very cute flower crown!

Licht: Thanks to my teacher. But even a flower crown can't compare to your cuteness.

Emma: Thank you... I'm embarrassed to be told that, but I'm happy.

(...Why is your smile so dazzling?)

The dim darkness is still right beside me.

(But the love you taught me isn't something that will wither away like a flower crown someday––)

(Even if I go back to being alone, I will continue to love you.)

So I vowed in my heart, savoring my happiness, that I would never let it wither.

FIN

[whosyuno]

hotel paradise (m) | ft. jung jaehyun

summary you visit an exclusive brothel to satisfy your needs. cw smut, praise, humiliation, toy play, light choking, squirting word count 3.1k a/n i'm thinking of turning this into a smut series featuring different members of nct hehe! chap two three

It’s only when you’ve spent half the night burrowing your vibrator between your thighs and it decided to die right before you’ve reached your climax, that you decided to take up your colleague’s suggestion. 

Fresh out of a break-up, you had moved to Seoul a few months back. The money here was better anyways and you wanted to forget all about your ex. All your highschool friends that had moved to Seoul always talked about how Seoul was the It-Place. Where the people were wild and parties were wilder. You thought you were finally going to find people that brought the much needed excitement and thrill you desired, particularly in your bedroom. Your ex-boyfriend, although your highschool sweetheart, wasn’t the best in bed and most of his attempts had left you feeling unsatisfied and yearning for more… fun.

Of course, nothing ever turned out the way you wanted and, now, six months into your stay in Seoul, you’ve never had anyone approach you, much less touch you. But when one of your colleagues-turned-friends caught wind of your little situation, she had casually introduced you to “just the place to get your needs sorted”. 

So that’s how, at 2:38AM on a Saturday, you found yourself standing before an unassuming building, its exterior the same dark maroon bricks as the surrounding buildings with a panel of frosted glass doors facing you. The light from within shone into the street, illuminating the empty night, if not for the lingering drunkards from the parties before. 

You glanced down at your phone, at an invitation message, as you took a moment to steel your resolve. You tried to push out the thoughts of doubt out of your head. In any case, if Hotel Paradise was exclusive enough to require an invitation by an existing member, then that must be a green flag, right?

You were immediately greeted by a bleach-blond haired lady when you walked through the doors. She looked neat and tidy, which calmed your anxieties about this being a sketchy brothel just a little. 

“Welcome to Hotel Paradise, I’m Taeyeon, what can I do for you?” she said, with a perfected customer service smile. 

You showed her your invitation message, and she made quick work in creating a membership for you in the system. 

“Any requests for tonight?” she asked and gestured towards the plaques in front of you.

Your cheeks were quick to turn pink at her direct question. You glanced over at the plaques on the surface of the reception desk. Laminated behind plastic, they detailed a list of 20 boys, with photos and a short list of their strengths. Amidst your fluster, you quickly pointed at the first one that caught your attention. Jung Jaehyun, Toy Play, Praise and Humiliation. 

“Okay,” she said as her freshly manicured fingers ran across her keyboard, “looks like he’s free currently. Is there anything else you’d like?”

You shook your head, mortified to share any more of your kinks with a stranger - kinks that you didn’t even share with your ex. 

It took a moment before Taeyeon motioned you to go up the spiral stairs behind the counter. Second room to your left, she mentioned. You swallowed your saliva, before walking into the room. 

The room was quite spacious, with egg-white paint coating the walls, a neatly made king-sized bed in the middle and a decent bathroom attached. If it wasn't for the row of sex toys placed on the table at the foot of the bed, you could have fooled anyone into thinking it was a room in any respectable hotel. 

“My, my, what a lovely guest,” the man in the middle of the room came to greet you. 

Immediately, you were captivated by his looks. You had picked him, for the most part, due to his photo. But looking at him in person was a whole other experience. His fluffy brown hair was carelessly tossed backwards with a few stray strands perfectly framing his face. His almond-shaped eyes were pressed into crescents and only god knew how hard you’d fall for his dazzling smile.

His hands reached over and removed the little shoulder bag that you had brought with you. And in a smooth motion, his arm slipped around your waist as he guided you to sit on the bed.  It was only now, sitting in front of Jaehyun, that you’d wished you had spent just a little more time in choosing a more appropriate outfit. In a rush to satisfy your needs and to save on laundry efforts, you had put on your office wear - a neat powder blue blouse tucked into wide legged black trousers - the same one that had worn to the office on Friday.

“Busy day, huh?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your jawline. 

You nodded; your cheeks flushed against his warm touch. Your attention was entirely drawn in by him and his effortless charm.

“I’ll reward you for working hard,” he said before gently kissing you. 

His lips, soft and plump, pressed against yours softly, as if testing out the waters. Once, then twice. And another. When your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, his tongue skillfully parted your lips and darted into your mouth. He tasted like cool mint, and you caught a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. The intensity and fervour of the kiss only increased with each passing moment. Lust ignited a flame within you that spread across your body. 

He used his body weight and pushed you down on the bed, with one knee between your legs to balance. His hand wandered around your body, caressing your breast, your waist and your butt before his fingers made quick work of your pants’ button and zipper. He slid the trousers off and, with a little kick from you, threw the pants across the room. 

His lips then left yours for a moment, and it drew out a whine that you had never heard yourself make. It pleased him to hear your voice. You watched as a simple make out transformed the sweet and charming man into a lustful one. His once inviting smile morphed into a thirsty smirk, his lips were swollen, and his eyes burned with desire. 

He left the bed for a moment, picking up your trousers and a small vibrator from the table before returning to you. He used the trousers as a makeshift rope to tie both your wrists to the bedpost and before dropping down between your legs.

“You look so pretty from down here,” he said as he placed the small vibrator against your clothed clit. 

He moved it up and down, along your slit, taking in your moans of pleasure. He watched your every effort to push yourself closer to climax: how you’d buck your hips when the vibe hitted the right spot, how your moans got louder and less restrained and how your hands struggled against the bedpost. 

“Please, please, please,” you cried out, “please let me cum- oh my god, I’m so close.” 

Everything you did only pleased him further. 

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” He slid the vibrator away from your clit, “Already cumming for a stranger you’ve barely met?” 

Your hips bucked and adjusted, hoping to feel the vibrator again, “Please, please.” 

You whined and moaned but all he did was watch. His control was immaculate, he’d place the vibrator against your clit and just as you were about to cum, he’d take it off. Then he did it again. And again. 

“Say it,” he said, “Let me hear it. What are you?” 

A blush of mortification coloured your cheeks, no one had ever called you a slut.

“I’m…” You struggled to get the words out. 

Jaehyun punished your hesitation by pushing the vibrator against your clit again. 

You whined and were reminded of the reward at the end of the sentence, “I’m a slut. I’m a slut just for you.” 

Pleased with your words and your desperation, Jaehyun finally let you cum, “That’s right, cum for me, slut. You’re such a good slut for me.”

He watched as the ecstasy ebbed through your body, your hips bucking high before crashing down against the bed, your fingers digging into your palms and your lips carelessly spewing out ‘thank you’s and ‘oh my god’s. 

“That felt good, right?” 

You nodded, albeit a little tired from that singular orgasm. It’s not an exaggeration to say that no one had made you feel the way his touch did. Forcing you to brand yourself as a slut sparked a new thrill for yourself. Everything he did only drew you into his lust-driven heaven. 

He let you rest for a brief moment, as he swapped out the small vibrator for a vibrating dildo this time. 

Watching Jaehyun put the dildo in his hands, you perked up with more energy. 

By now, your cotton panties had been drenched in your juices. So, Jaehyun slipped them off to reveal your pussy. It’s been awhile since you’ve shaved, it wasn’t like you had anyone to show them to. This was an impromptu decision you had made. You immediately shut your legs up together, hiding them in embarrassment.

Jaehyun responded by softly prying your legs open, “no need for shyness now, kitten.” 

His words were charming and comforting, which gave you just that little boost of confidence that you had needed. You opened your legs again.

This time, a newfound hunger engulfed Jaehyun at the sight of your glistening core.  

He was quick to abandon his initial plan, lowering himself between your legs before burying himself into your thighs. Like a parched lion, his tongue was quick to lap up your juices. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your core, the vibration created a new sensation and drew out a soft mewl from you.

His tongue moved skillfully, each motion methodical and purposeful. He alternated between licking up and down your wet heat and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit. Either way, your head was dizzy with arousal. Your hips grinded against his face, searching for another release. Explicit words mixed with his name and your pleas carelessly tumbled out of your lips. Try as you might, you could barely contain your voice.

You hadn’t noticed it, but in the midst of your pleasure, Jaehyun had managed to push a singular finger into your core. His initial finger worked slower than his mouth, it’s only when a second finger thrusted into you that you felt him. The new sensation added to the maddening haze.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your body stiffening in anticipation. 

“Cum,” his command was firm, “cum for me, my pretty little slut.” 

The release was instantaneous, arousal flooded your system and your entire body quaked with pleasure. You almost saw white with that release. Your body heaved with a singular motion, crashing down into the bed. But Jaehyun didn’t let you rest; he was quick to replace his fingers with the vibrating dildo that he had chosen previously. A gasp escaped your lips, feeling yourself stretch around the foreign object. He turned it out and began pumping it into you. He ignored your pleas, revelling in the dishevelled sight of you. Office drone turned into a moaning mess. A twisted pleasure coursed through your body, a tinge of pain from sensitivity mixed with the dildo drilling into your g-spot. You begged him to stop, he didn’t. Your body buckled under the overstimulation; you were sure you were going to die if he didn’t stop. 

You caught a glimpse of his wicked smirk, taking pride in his work. 

Then, you fell from the cusp of your pleasure. A stream of clear liquid squirted from between your legs and onto Jaehyun’s face. Your eyes widened when you came to it, the first time that you had ever squirted. The pink flush on your cheeks reddened with more embarrassment. But before you had the time to apologise and explain that you didn’t intend on squirting all over him, he spoke first.

“Look at you, squirting all over me,” Jaehyun said, discarding the dildo, “I barely did anything, you know.” 

His velvety voice sent shivers down your spine. Your humiliation grew under the weight of his words, and the truth of the situation. He was a stranger that you’ve barely met, and here you were cumming so easily at his every touch. His eyes, filled with great desire, burned into yours, and that thrill you felt under his gaze only further cemented the truth. You were acting like a complete slut for him. 

You watched as he removed his jeans, then boxers. The sight of his member had your mouth salivating over it. You didn’t know you were such a slut. You could feel the growing heat between your legs as your mind conjured up images of his dick drilling into you. A foreign desire to just let him devour you arose. A strange impatience took over your mind whilst watching him slip on a condom. 

“Why?” he crawled back on the bed, hovering over your body, “Like what you see?” 

He didn’t wait for your reply, instead choosing to immediately thrust into you. A loud gasp escaped your throat. He felt bigger than you’d imagined. You were sure that he would split your body in half if he was any bigger and was grateful that he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. He adjusted himself, with one hand holding on to the bedframe for balance, and the other rested around your neck. 

“Stop giving me such erotic looks, whore,” a twisted grin spread across his handsome face, “it only makes me want to mess you up even more.” 

His hips moved with practiced ease, each thrust deep and impactful and drew out loud gasps from you. He started rocking his hips quicker and sloppier, his hand tightening along the sides of your neck. You’ve never been choked before, but that new stimulation drove you crazy. The slight almost-drunk dizziness from the asphyxiation only intensified every one of Jaehyun’s thrust. 

“Oh?” he panted out with amusement, “You like getting choked, don’t you?”

He watched as your eyes rolled back and how your face scrunched with pleasure under his touch. The constant stream of melody that was your voice devolved from words and pleas into incoherent mewls and moans. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight. Expected nothing less from my favourite slut.”

His hips moved with increasing impatience, as the both of you chased the highs of an orgasm. His grip on your neck only tightened, drawing small crescents into your skin. He grunted and groaned with less of the control he seemed to have. 

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he said and you doubted, with what little sanity remained within you. 

Your hair was completely messed up, from your constant squirming. The baby hair along your hairline had been stuck on your face with your sweat. You’re pretty certain your make-up - just a touch of eyeliner and nude lipstick - had all been smudged by sweat and tears. If anything, you’re sure you looked like a messed-up whore. 

Still, Jaehyun leaned down and connected your lips with fervour. His warm tongue darted quickly between your lips and danced with yours, sucking and twirling your tongue. His thrusts didn’t slow down, and instead continuously rammed into your sweet little spot. 

At this moment, you were completely intoxicated by his touches. He studied you well though, knowing that you were on the edge of your orgasm. 

“Aw, are you about to cum?” he said with mocking sympathy, “You’re gonna cum on a stranger’s dick?”

You felt your ears turn red at his questions. The shame and guilt all twisting into a strange pleasure. You weren’t used to this, but you craved it more. 

“I’ll allow it,” he said, “you look so pretty cumming. Cum for me, slut.” 

There’s a disconnect between his words, a sort-of whiplash. One moment he called you pretty, another he was completely condescending. And yet, you liked it. You liked being his little slut. You liked looking pretty for him. And most of all, you liked obeying him. 

That desire to obey, however, fell short of Jaehyun’s expectations. A twisted anger filling his eyes as his hand punished your neck with an even tighter grip - you were barely gasping for air at this point. 

“I said, cum for me,” he growled before spitting in your face. 

The warm spit against your cheek swirled with the hypnotising haze of being choked and gave you the push you need to slip into a mindblowing orgasm. Your entire body spasmed in pleasure as desperate moans left your lips. Your toes curled tight, and your fingers scratched the bedpost. The orgasm lasted a solid a few seconds, but the waves of oxytocin still washed over you as you basked in the afterglow, serving as minor orgasms. 

But Jaehyun wasn’t a man of patience, especially not when you laid under him, completely writhing with pleasure with a look of complete daze. Your still-spasming core squeezed his dick tight and coupled with a few sloppy thrusts were enough to send him into an orgasm as well. 

He moaned and stiffened, his orgasm translated into deep and impactful thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. Your body was at a complete subservience to his orgasm, with Jaehyun not caring about your verbal protests from the overstimulation nor the way your hips and legs were shaking.

It took him a few moments, before he came crashing down on the bed next to you panting. The lust-driven demon seemed to disappear at an instance as a sweet smile replaced his previous smirk. 

“Satisfied?” 

You nodded shyly. He helped you out of the makeshift knot, finally freeing you. Your wrists were left with red marks, to which he apologised with a dimpled smile. 

“It’s fine,” you assured him, “I… liked it.” 

After all, your wrists would be evidence of this experience. 

Later on, he was quick to attend to your every need - bringing you water, tissues to clean up, and a fresh set of bathrobes - and insisted that you sleep in the room, at least until the sun was up, promising to not touch you unless you wanted him to. You almost let yourself be deluded into thinking that this was anything but professionalism from a staff of Hotel Paradise.

In the morning, before you left for home, Jaehyun parted with words that would haunt you for the week to come. 

“I hope to see you again. I really do.” 

[hananoami]

Thinking about these Misty Invasion teasers got me wondering which one belongs to each love interest. So hear me out before the official trailer gets released tomorrow!

The couch and frost on the panel is definitely for Zayne. There were several instances where he’s been over MC’s apartment, on the couch, and leaving articles of clothing behind, hehe… 🤭

Tell me how this wash basin looks like something straight out of Sylus’s bathroom at onychinus’ headquarters. It just screams his aesthetic fr fr.

I want to guess this might be Xavier’s? The soft lights illuminating on one side… I hope that this is at his apartment bc we love having MC sleep over.

All that remains is this one for Rafayel’s? Is it safe to assume that we will be traveling somewhere with him? It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve traveled and stayed in the same hotel room together either.

[aclowntiny]

🎉Your Birthday With Seventeen🎉

A little special post I wanted to make for my special day! Where my fellow 10/20 babies at 😎 (Warnings: a few make suggestive implications because I think some members would be more inclined towards certain birthday ‘celebrations’ 👀😅 Also 노래방 = karaoke btw!)

S.Coups

He isn’t the type to surprise you- instead he tells you to get ready for a great day! He takes you shopping first, letting you fill your bag to your heart’s content and practically stopping you from putting anything down unless you insist you don’t actually want it. Books, clothes, collectibles, you name your favorite, Seungcheol buys you plenty more for your collection. You basically live out the Anakin and Padme meme when you ask that this is your gift, right? Nope, that’s the matching jewelry sets he got you because you said you’d wanted couple items! Since you guys spent the afternoon out anyway, it’s easy for the day to melt into a dinner together, the two of you holding hands across the table and reminiscing on memories that led to your latest year of life. Seungcheol wants to ring in your next year right, even if it means staying up all night!

Jeonghan

The party can be later- this day is all about keeping you to himself! Jeonghan can hardly keep his hands off you as he brings you to the living room where lights and blankets are all set up, all of your favorite movies laid out for your choice. You grin, but before you can sit down and get wrapped up he presents you with the beautiful bouquet he bought you, some of the most gorgeous flowers you’ve ever seen. Some extra decor, he explains to you with a satisfied grin that only grows wider as you pull him in for a kiss. Then it’s finally movie time, all your favorites and if they’re movies that make you cry, tissues at the ready on the coffee table. You better believe Jeonghan got you the cutest cake he could find for later in the day, one perfectly sized for the two of you since the next day you’ll have the big party cake! The cake is practically the one thing that distracts him from holding and doting on you to your heart’s content, hehe~

Joshua

Decides to throw you a surprise party just to see the look on your face when you walk in! He tells you where to come meet him to celebrate together, completely omitting the fact that all his bandmates and every friend or family of yours he could get over will also be there. In typical fashion, everyone exclaims ‘surprise!’ the moment you set foot in the room, and even if it gives you a heart attack at first you can’t help but beam at the effort Joshua put in to decorate the room, coordinate with everybody, and get your favorite snacks and meal to lay out for the party- all for you! You immediately pull him into your arms and thank him for going to the trouble, trouble he reminds you again and again was worth it. Just to hit home how thoughtful your gentleman is, he gifts you a matching bracelet alongside that one thing you’ve been hinting about wanting for a couple weeks!

Jun

Did somebody say themed party? Because Mr. Wen Junhui did! All of Seventeen’s antics over the years have taught him a thing or two about sticking with a concept and he can’t help but laugh at the mental image of you walking in on him and your friends dressed to match your favorite show or movie. Ok, not full cosplay, but something you’ll be sure to recognize from his clothes. He gets a cake with your favorite characters frosted on it and a plushie of something cute from it to have hold your flowers! The way the rest of Seventeen play along at his behest is heartwarming too, most of the members trying their best to be in character and do bits you’d recognize, all of performance line especially hamming it up for you! You get the most memorable pictures from it, especially when someone gets a piece of cake smashed in their face! All in all, you and Jun are laughing all night, your head falling to his shoulder and his hand taking yours and occasionally bringing it to his lips.

Hoshi

The moment he sees you you’re getting wrapped up in his arms, tumbled around or falling backwards if you’re on or over your bed or couch or spun in the air if you’re standing. His hand closes around yours and then you’re off, getting led on an adventure. Not a second is going to go by without love and fun, whether you guys are checking out the art popup that coincided with your special day or when you hit the slick track where he might just let you win because you’re cute! Soonyoung keeps talking about how your next anniversary or birthday you guys should go skydiving, only coming back down to earth from his reverie if you’re really scared by the idea! After a wonderful dinner, you two rent out a 노래방 and belt to your hearts’ content, swaying with arms around each other and singing a ballad as goody as you can together then getting completely sidetracked in the middle of the next song because you’ve started making out. Soonyoung is so the type to make sure you know that it’s your special day and you get him all to yourself allll day if you’d like 😘

Wonwoo

During the day, you guys can do whatever, but at night? It’s Wonwoo’s plan and he’s spoiling you! He got reservations to one of the nicest restaurants in the area and a new outfit for you to dress up with him- one that perfectly matches his suit, in fact. No expense is spared, candles faintly illuminate the table and you get everything you want to try even if you protest that it’s too much. Not today, Wonwoo reminds you. Normally your boyfriend isn’t one for PDA, but since it’s a special occasion he’s feeling the merriment, eyes extra loving as he gazes into your eyes, leans forward to press the occasional kiss to your cheeks. Beneath the table, his hand finds its way to your knee, idly tracing patterns as you enjoy the fine dinner and dessert. Wonwoo also has a gift waiting for you because, in his words, you’re a gift to him! But that you’ll have to wait until you get home for because it’s a two-part gift- one a bit more for him and one for you since he bought you a game you said you’d like to play together, but also got something you’d had your eye on for some time to make up for any bias in the first one!

Woozi

On your birthday, he wants to wake up next to you, so you stay together the night before- however that looks to you 😉 He doesn’t want to wake you, you look so beautiful even resting, but finally your eyelashes flutter as you wake, smiling at the sight of him and the way he tells you happy birthday in a low voice. He does all the things you normally do for him, gestures like getting breakfast ready and making the bed. There’s something symbolic, poetic even, about being in nature on a day of birth, so he’s keen on taking a walk or even a hike if you’re down to just admire any leaves or blossoms that are out or what endures strongly if it’s winter, comparing those things to you. Jihoon just can’t help himself, singing softly to you as you walk hand-in-hand, his eyes never leaving you. He tells you again and again what you mean to him as someone who lights him up after a long day, takes care of him and encourages him, and earnestly wishes his gifts to you will reflect that. It takes him by surprise when you pull him in for a kiss beneath one of the largest trees, but you can feel his little gape melt into a smile against your lips.

DK

It’s going to be a party all day! Seokmin plans the cutest day, taking you to the amusement park and taking literally every photo op he can. Backgrounds, photo booths, props, even paying for overpriced ride photos. Why, though? Because part of your gift is an adorable, sticker-laden scrapbook of your days together that fills your heart with joy just to look at! Next step is going out with friends for dinner, drinks, cake, the works. It’s a whirlwind of thrill rides, merry-go-rounds, and songs sung with all your favorite people, and all spent in your boyfriend’s loving arms, his smile wide and proud of one of the most wonderful additions to his life so far. Even at the end of it all, you can see how glad he is to have you back one on one because he’d been feeling a bit too shy to give you your big birthday kiss in front of everyone ❤️

Mingyu

Mingyu CANNOT STOP taking pictures of you all throughout the day, just giving you heart eyes at everything you do during your little day on the town. He tells you he can see why that outfit is your favorite, it looks so amazing on you. This guy is also soooo the type to take you all around and make sure to get a few smooches in when people are looking, too- that’s right, you’re his person! Cannot go .01 seconds without telling someone it’s your birthday so they congratulate you, whether it’s a waiter or the person ringing you up for the jewelry he buys you or who he gave the phone to to get a picture of you together. He just chuckles and pulls you in close if the attention embarrasses you, telling you with excitement that it’s your special day, so everyone should be celebrating you! But, he’s quick to remind you, none of them are going to celebrate you quite like he is later 😁

The8

He wants to start the day with you at sunrise, unless you really protest that you are not a morning person! On your birthday morning, you won’t have to lift a finger: Minghao is making you breakfast and tea, draping you in a cozy robe to come sit outside and enjoy it together beneath the rising sun. As you’re sitting there, he tells you all the things he appreciates most about you and wishes upon you for your new year. After that, he draws a bath for you guys before you get ready to tackle the day- whatever you would like that to look like. At the end of it all, he presents you with your birthday cake and gifts, your favorite of which is a gorgeous painting he made and framed just for you! He knows your favorite colors, subjects, what would match your home, and so he nails it. Speaking of nails, he practically has to physically restrain you from breaking out a hammer to hang it up right then and there, telling you in that soothing, seductive voice not now, love, tomorrow. We have plenty else we can do to enjoy your birthday tonight, right? You pout a little at that and all he can do is giggle and kiss you.

Seungkwan

He’s been hyping up your special day now for a while, hinting at a trip, so when you wake up the first thing out of his mouth beside ‘happy birthday’ is encouraging you to pack with wide eyes glittering full of excitement. Your destination, you learn, is Jeju, both of you having been missing the sea and yearning for a break from the city scene. Seungkwan knows all the best places to eat, the most beautiful spots to take pictures and see the water, so every moment takes your breath away, not to mention how sweetly he holds and caresses your hands and how passionate every kiss he gives you is. You stay the night right on the water, no expense spared even toward your night on the island together, however you’d like to spend it 😘

Vernon

Texts you or wakes you up at midnight if you’re together to give you wishes for the day the moment it starts and not a minute sooner. Since it’s your day, he really wants to take care of you, so you find Vernon being a lot more doting than usual, putting music on and taking the initiative to care for you in the bath or shower and do your hair. If you like painting your nails, he does yours and even lets you do his because hey, it’s your birthday what the heck? What a good excuse to have you be holding hands longer. You lay against his chest as he reads to you to while the afternoon away before your evening dinner and movie night, a classic date ending in a late-night drive where he pulls a cake out, lighting a candle for it and sharing it with you beneath the stars. His gift to you is a new pair of headphones, the best he could find, one of those necklaces with the position of the stars on the day you met, and roses cast in resin so they’ll never die, just like his love for you.

Dino

This man is going to whisk you away on a whole birthday trip, like you’ll practically have to stop him from buying plane tickets to fly you guys to Paris. In order to maintain some semblance of practicality, you talk him down to a getaway somewhere more accessible like a road trip or island feery. Wherever that lands, Chan walks you around with an arm around you, showing you off with a proud grin. Every ounce of his demeanor and high head says ‘look at my beautiful significant other’. He’s going to take you out for nice meals and dance with you on a bridge in the dim of night and put just a few too many candles on your blazing cake, making you laugh and capturing that photo before the one of you blowing them out with a wish in your heart and love at your side.

[ssahotchnerr]

going in a babymoon with aaron 🥺 going to greece or somewhere else in europe for like months and documenting how ur bump changes over those months. u end up running out of clothes that fit bc u werent expecting ur bump to get so big 😭 and every month being like “baby is the size of ___!!!” and buying the fruit/vegetable to show aaron 😁

- 🍓

omg that is EVERYTHING cw; fem!reader, descriptions of pregnancy

UGH a babymoon with aaron 🥰🥰🥰 he'd be so so so sweet and even more attentive if it were possible - making sure you're hydrated, that you're getting your steps in, which is SO easy due to sight seeing and it's so exciting seeing new places!!! but he makes extra sure you're not overexerting yourself, insisting you sit and take a breaks here and there, and again, staying hydrated - the man has an extra water bottle on him at all times. and once you get back to the hotel, he's gently massaging your ankles and feet after a longgg day of walking 😭 and as the baby grows, it becomes a nightly ritual too because of your ankles swelling up, and aaron is more than happy to dote on you 🥺 you're doing all the hard work, so he'll help in any way he can <3

if you're nauseous :( aaron's more than willing to spend the day in the room with you <3 just laying in bed, giving you kisses, rubbing your belly gently and talking to the baby, saying sweet words and sometimes says something like "ease up on your mom please🥺" 😭😭 because you've just been in the bathroom all morning :( BUT you're literally not going to lift a finger on his watch. he fluffs your pillow, makes sure you're comfy in bed, draws the curtains if you need a break from the sun, makes sure the temperature of the hotel room is just right. and if you get nauseous while sight seeing :((( aaron pulls you to the side, finds a shady spot, and gives you some water - his eyes are full of concern and a tad touch of guilt - he feels bad because he wishes there was more he could do :((( because he greatly contributed to the newest member of the hotchner family, but yet you're the one dealing with the not-so-great parts of being pregnant :((( he gives you a second to see if it passes and if you feel alright/want to keep going, or if you prefer to go back to the hotel, that's perfectly okay too <3333

late night cravings? he'll run to the store if room service doesn't have what you want/is closed, regardless if he even knows where a store is due to being in a different county - he will find one 😭 AND!! before you even left for the babymoon, aaron does his research when it comes to restaurants, and makes an itinerary of places to go 😭 so you're getting all your necessary nutrients while away, what food options there are that you can eat while pregnant, etc..

finding out the gender while there too 🥰🥰🥰 hehe the two of you make a lil date night out of it - dressing up, a fancy dinner, and then finding a reallyyyy romantic place at sunset to open up that little card that has the baby's gender on it 🥰 or!!!! you find a local bakery and have them put blue or pink frosting inside 🥹🥹🥹

and after showing the fruit/veggie to show aaron once, just a cute - "hey look! this is the size of our baby :D" he has to download that app himself too for his phone - the one tells you what size fruit the baby is hehe 🤭 he'll consistently report the current size to you over breakfast <33333 he checks it like social media hehe <3

AND every month aaron insists on taking a polaroid of your baby bump progress 🥹🥺 hehe he loves comparing all the pics throughout the months and once the lil baby is a bit older - aka old enough to sit up hehe - he has them on their lap, and is showing them the pictures <3333 and tells them "that's you growing in momma's belly :D" 😭😭😭😭 and he takes sooo many pics of you sight seeing!!! hehe you have that pregnancy glow and he loves it, so he wants as many pics as he can get of you showing off that bump where your little one is growing <3333 so he'll show the baby those too!!! and tells them just look at all the places you've already been!!! while we were celebrating you!!! 🥰💓💞💕💓

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 7. mirror sex

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “frosted windows”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the fogged windows are perfect places to trace pretty little shapes on, cirrus however has a different shape in mind

pairing: cirrus ghoulette x gn!reader

a/n: i want mommy cirrus to step on me so hard you don’t understand. this one will be shorter than usual

cw: nsfw content. mirror sex. fingering. technically it’s sex against a window but it has a reflection. strap on usage.

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“i think i prefer seeing you all fucked out against the window like this… you just look so damn hot.” —❤︎

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“hehe, look at this little shape i made.”

“awww, that one is cute.”

cirrus just giggled at your antics, finding them endearing. the two of you rented out a log cabin for the season to stay in, just to enjoy the holiday with each other’s company.

the two of you stood in front of one of the many windows in the cabin, which was frosted from the chilling, crystal snow from outside. it was a rather freezing day today, especially because it was getting closer to late december. but of course, you wanted to make do of the lovely frost and have some fun with it.

“see look at this one! it’s a little bunny!” you cheered happily, tracing your fingertip on the glass to create a simple, cartoonish bunny that had such a dorky look on it. the air ghoulette laughed.

“seriously? that’s what you call a bunny?” cirrus laughed sarcastically. she pinched your cheek with a coo, and you just whined.

“heyyy.”

“here, i’ll show you how it’s really done.”

her voice held a certain confidence to it. cirrus used her ghoul tail to make quick swipes across the window, each one creating a thin, swift line that led to the creation of a rather skrunkly looking snow bunny.

you stifled a laugh.

“… hah, you sure that one is better than mine?” you managed to snort out, and cirrus narrows her eyes at you, rolling her eyes playfully. “it looks like a shitty shakespearean disaster.”

“you dare to make fun of my creative intellect? i’ll have you know that i am a very talented artist.” cirrus spoke in an exaggerated, dramatic tone, obviously messing around with you.

you just punched her shoulder playfully, giggling at her sassy attitude. “yeah, only with your fingers.”

she sticks her tongue out at you. “i can’t tell if you meant that as a sexual connotation, or me playing my keyboard.”

“hey you never know! it can be both!”

the two of you giggled, laughing and pushing each other around. it was nice getting to rewind and relax with your partner like this. as much as cirrus was a pain in the ass sometimes, she was genuinely a great girlfriend to you. you both leaned against the window and calmed down from your laughter, wiping away tears of joy.

“ahh.. but honestly.. there are other shapes i’m good at making, ones that don’t involve me making shitty drawings on a frosted window.” cirrus spoke between her chuckles, her voice becoming more calm and soothing.

you giggled, wiping your eyes as you looked at cirrus, growing intrigued by her words. “haha.. elaborate, will ya?”

cirrus smirked, her tail coiling around your calf.

“well, first i’ll have to preface this by saying that it is a two-person job.” cirrus started out, her voice dropping lowly. “y’know, it’s a team effort.”

your breath hitched from this.

“uh-huh…”

“and it’s very hands-on.”

“mhm..”

“y’know, to really create the most beautiful piece of art.”

you sighed at your girlfriend’s attempts to be teasing.

“just say you wanna fuck and i’ll say yes, babe.” you bluntly stated. cirrus’ eyes widened, and you gave her a blank look, but that smirk spoke volumes.

no further words of affirmation were needed.

cirrus shook her head and mirrored your devilishly charming grin. in a blink, she had you pushed up against the frosted, chilling window, her chest pushing up against your back.

“fine then, since you’re so insistent on it.” she chuckled out lustfully, grabbing your chin and forcing your head to turn around.

the two of you started to kiss with a fervent desire to feel each other’s bodies on one another. cirrus’ quick and nimble fingers quickly made do to discard the jeans you were wearing, yanking both your jeans and underwear down until it was sagging off of your knees.

“i’m going to turn you into a fucking work of art, darling.” cirrus moaned into your mouth lustfully. “and you’re going to fucking like it.”

“mmmh.. sure i will honey.” you teased, and cirrus growled, but it was quickly replaced by a promiscuous chuckle.

licking her fingers, she teased and prodded at your aroused hole before pushing them inside of you. you let out a sharp gasp and pushed your face against the hazy up cabin window, your breath fogging up the areas that were clear. despite the haziness on the glass, you could see your reflection, and your blissed out face.

“fuccckk that’s it… relax.” cirrus groaned out, watching your reflection and how you moaned lustfully against the window. the window was bone-chilling, but the difference in temperature only made pleasure shoot between your legs.

cirrus’ fingers continued to make work in that ring of muscle, stretching out your hole, and prepping you for the main event. she was precise with her fingers, she knew exactly what she was doing.

as your moans got louder and more pornographic, cirrus suddenly pulled her fingers out, making you whine from the emptiness. she quickly hushed you by putting the fluffy end of her tail against your lips, effectively shushing you.

“quiet. i’m only getting started.” she said with a tone of authority. cirrus pulled her pants down, to reveal the strap on she’s been hiding this whole time.

you cursed at the sight. “damn, you just had that on you?”

“hell yes i did, i knew i was gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you on this trip.” cirrus groaned. “so you better hold onto that window, baby.”

you obeyed immediately, and held onto whatever surface the window had to offer. without warning, cirrus pushed the strap on completely inside of you, and she relished in the sight of watching you squirm and moan from taking her size.

“ahh!”

“ohhh there we go… look at that slutty hole taking my cock so well.”

it wasn’t long before cirrus started to absolutely wreck your hole, watching you bounce on it and hearing you let out heavenly moans. each moan only created more fog against the window, and the lusting fire in your core only grew more hot.

cirrus was pounding away onto you, her breaths ragged from the quickness of her movements.

she grabbed your chin and forced your head to look at a mirror that was laying on the floor across from you guys. there, you could see how good cirrus was fucking you with her strap, and damn did it only get you going.

“o-ohh yess!” you whimpered out loudly, voice hoarse from all of the screaming and moaning.

cirrus had a satisfied look on your face. she could sense you getting close to your impending orgasm, and she just kept fucking your tight little hole.

“you see that? you see how goddamn sexy you look.” she whispered in an alluring tone, watching how her hips thrusted into your hole from behind and how sexy you looked against the window. your palms, face and body pressed up against the glass.

“i think i prefer seeing you all fucked out against the window like this… you just look so damn hot.”

you could only whine pathetically in response, to drink off of cirrus’ strap to even care about what she had to say.

“c-cum… i need to cum!”

“oh? is that what you want? does this toy want to cum?”

she grinned and pushed you more against the window, her strap digging deeper into your hole, making you cry out in pure euphoria.

“then cum.”

like it was on command, you came with a loud whine. hot, sticky fluids coated your lower regions and dripped on cirrus’ toy. she let out a loud groan and held onto your body tightly as you rode out your orgasm. finally, she pulled you away from the window, and you just leaned against her chest.

“shhh.. i got you.” she spoke lovingly, and you just mewled in response, before looking up at the window.

your body was marked onto the glass. every lustful moment was captured on that glossy window, and it looked damn good. your eyes widened at the sight, and cirrus smirked.

“see? told you i was artistic.”

you definitely need to do this more often.

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[chvoswxtch]

hahaha i’ve been sending you silly little anon messages every now and then for weeks! but i decided i wanna come off anon for the celebration!! <3 so huge congratulations on 2k miss court 💘 you deserve it so much.

i would looove a margarita based on the lyric “i loved you in spite of the deep fears that the world would divide us” (from dancing with our hands tied hehe) with the one and only frank castle <3

you deserve every single one, and more, of your 2000 followers!!! thank you for writing, thank you for indulging us in our fantasies, and thank you for being so unwaveringly kind through it all 🌷cheers to many more 🥂

my marvelous mia 💚,

thank you so much for your kind & lovely words, and thank you so much for joining me at the bar. cheers to you, darling. 🥂

also sorry this is super angsty I don't know what happened but when I read that lyric and re-listened to the song, this is what my gremlin brain came up with

blurb below the cut

dancing with our hands tied

i loved you in spite of the deep fears that the world would divide us

“You…you don’t know what you’re sayin’.”

Frank couldn’t look at you. It would be easier to walk away if he couldn’t see the look in your eyes; a broken reflection of his own disappointment and disgust. 

“Frank-“

“I am what they say I am. I did all those things. Hell, did more than they even know ‘bout.”

Frank wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more right now that him leaving was the best idea; himself or you. The world knew the Punisher was alive. That meant that everyone who ever wanted their own vengeance against him knew he was no longer a ghost to be whispered about, but a monster to be foolishly hunted. 

If his head was the prize, your heart was collateral damage.

This was what was best. It would keep you safe. 

But fuck if it didn’t hurt. All he wanted to do was hold you, but how could he do that with his hands still stained red? How could he taint your skin with someone else’s blood that lingered beneath his blunt nails? 

Sooner or later, you’d realize what he really was, and he’d rather you walk away than run. 

“Frank, will you please look at me?”

He couldn’t look at you, because then he would want to stay. He’d want to be selfish, and give into his own delusions of a second chance. A livelihood that wasn’t so violent. Four walls filled with nothing but you and him. A sacred promise around your left finger. Maybe even a goddamn dog. 

You had appeared out of nowhere, like a mirage of an oasis in the desert, and Frank didn’t want to remove his cup from your heavy handed pour of love and affection. You were the sun in the center of his universe, radiating pure warmth that melted the layers of frost surrounding his abandoned heart, and now he was helplessly trying to shove it back into the freezer.

Frank closed his eyes when he caught you moving out of his peripheral vision, letting his head hang in shame between his shoulders as your delicate palm cradled the back of his head. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, pulling him in closer so that you could touch your foreheads together, and Frank fought like hell to keep the floodgates from bursting open as he gripped onto your waist like a lifeline.

“I want you to listen to me. I know exactly who you are, Frank. And I still love you all the same. There is nothing you could ever do that would change my heart. I know you’re afraid, and I understand why. I know being with you comes with risks. I knew that from the very beginning. But Frank…I’d take five minutes of madness with you over a lifetime without you. The safest place I have ever been is with you. So please…please don’t leave, baby. Please stay. Just stay with me.”

Frank leaned in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, pouring every word he couldn’t speak into your mouth, holding you so tightly to his chest, he thought you might merge into one single being.

You wanted him. You loved him, despite everything. You didn’t want him to let go. You didn’t want him to leave.

You wanted him.

As the two of you stood there grasping onto one another in the middle of the living room under the glow of the moonlight, Frank realized what a fool he’d been.

He couldn’t leave you if he tried.

[mcytscienceside]

Soulfire kids being tundra kids and wearing this outside:

Until Sunny decides that it’s not pretty enough and refuses to wear clothes like this. She is only convinced when Tubbo and Pierre promise them to create some sort of hearing fabric so she (and subsequently all the other kids – the fabric is too expensive to make, so adults stay with their previous outfits) can not freeze in outfits like this:

(btw those are kids outfits for russian folklore character Snegurochka (Snow Maiden). She is the granddaughter of Father Frost – russian analogue of Santa Clause – and just as known as him in association with New Years (because in Russia we don’t celebrate Christmas like USA or Britain or other places do. But we do celebrate the New Years the same way with a decorated pine tree and presents and it’s just as big)

OOOOO!! THESE ARE SO CUTE AWWW!! YESSS THEIR ALL BUNDLED UP HEHE ALSO SUNNY IN THAT LITTLE OUTFIT IS SOO CUTE, I NEED TO DRAW EM ALL!! Also OOOOO!! Thank you for the context, I didn't know about that folklore before! The outfits are so pretty and definitely fit the vibe of a snow maiden! Also never knew Russians don't celebrate christmas the same! that's so interesting :D

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Rating ateez on how much childhood me would've clung to them:

8. Hongjoong: There's no reason other than he's maths teacher coded and I never liked maths so I never went near the maths teachers either. I am mathphobic.

7. Jongho: Idk man he looks like he would've put me in air jail.

6. Yeosang: Bro's so pretty I would've been too shy to go up and talk😭😭 But I would've probably clung to him a little once I started talking.

5. Mingi: A bit intimidating at first but later you'd find me climbing up to his face to bite his head just because it looked tasty.

4. Yunho: Again, I'll be climbing up him but would just stay in his arm. He isn't as biteable as Mingi.

3. Wooyoung: Would probably instigate me to climb Mingi and bite him. Two peas in a pod.

2. San: No.1 most Huggable Hug Shaped Hug person I'd like to hug.

1. Seonghwa: Will sit on his lap and fight children who try to share the lap with me. You'd normally find me hanging from his neck like a human necklace. Bro would have back issues by the end of the year.

Also I have this weird feeling in my brain that Jungkook from BTS is made of Blueberry cake and Jimin is made of Strawberry parfait. Both of them are cake.

Proof:

Jimin-

Koo-

Do not ask me why I just have pictures of their booty lying around. I don't have any idea either.

you must really miss your childhood kaya :') that's actually cute (me i don't want to go through the trauma my childhood brought me again i'm good 😃)

but n e ways here's my personal rating (disclaimer: i was never a clingy kid and i was shy asf and also somehow both way too mature as a child and dumb asf idk how that works)

8. mingi: we'd prob just stare at each other without talking i'm sorry (but present me would prob get along best with mingi which is funny)

7. wooyoung: i really didn't like loud people as a kid and that's bc i wanted to be them- carefree and wild. he would have to involve me himself but i would make myself appear very uninterested.

6. san: i would be way too shy to talk to him bc i know even as a child i would have thought wow he would have been my first crush before i knew what a crush meant.

5. yeosang: absolutely right bro's so pretty i would want to talk to him so bad and honestly he might be the only one childhood me would have made an effort to talk to

4. jongho: too mature for our age? check. we would team up to talk about life and make fun of ppl

3. yunho: he seems like such a friendly person i would prob just watch him talk and slowly open up to him hehe

2. hongjoong: childhood me and him have the same interests so we might have actually gotten along pretty well (plus he may be math coded but childhood me loved maths

1- seonghwa: there's absolutely no need to think about this. his presence is so welcoming and i feel like he would have made an effort to bring me out of my shy bubble and we would have had a lot to talk about

(yours is like reality show material AHAHAHAHA now i want to see atz try to befriend a kid like you)

also thank you for gracing me with some cake today 😃 and honestly, i really do think jimin as strawberry and jk as blueberry makes sense.

if we're talking about flavours im having a thought- yunho feels like he's made of vanilla cake LDFGJDKLFJG DONT ASK ME WHY

(hj is the white frosting cake that when you cut reveals a rainbow sponge KJHFJGKHDFJKG) (san also has a cake on him i assign him chocolate)

[leeknow-thoughts]

my cat is eating my christmas tree someone pls help.

on a side note here are spoilers for the tropes of each member for my KINKMAS series.

Chan : ok tbh this is the most vanilla thing i've ever written. But there is dilf!chris

Minho : you and minho both work in the christmas workshop and test adult sex toys (yes this idea WILL be expanded upon)

Changbin : so you're both snowed in and you wish that something interesting would happen, then all of a sudden you have a dick and BOYPUSSY!changbin. and feminization. oh yes.

Hyunjin : okay HEAR ME OUTTTTT, Jack Frost!Hyunjin. AND HE FALLS IN LOVE BUT ONLY COMES DURING THE WINTER ??!!?! AND HE CAN ONLY STAY WITH YOU IF HE FUCKS YOU. OH YES.

Han : hehe both of you receive those aphrodisiac chocolates as a gag gift for christmas and como se dece : FUCK ALL NIGHT LONG

Felix : cat hybrid!Lix who is going into heat on Christmas and you decide to fuck him underneath the christmas tree hehe

Seungmin : size training him to take your dildo, oh yes. and maybe you fucking him on the balcony while it's snowing. ABSOLUTELY

Jeongin : soooooooo basically there is no fucking way santa can deliver alll those presents in one night, so he has people help him, Jeongin is one of those people. And when Jeongin comes down your chimney to see you touching yourself, he can't resist.

OT8: PISS FIC THAT'S ALL IM SAYING

[vinomino]

Matcha and Strawberries

a little drabble for kiryu day

Featuring: Kiryu.M x f!reader

Contents: SFW, fluff, kisskiss

Smooth and fluffy tiers of chiffon cake with layers of fresh strawberries and matcha buttercream frosting. The sweetness of the fruit pairs with the earthy taste of green tea. Light, delicate, and delicious. 

Water trickles about and gets soaked up before it can drip down the side of the tub. It softens the hard cold surface that he lays his neck on. From beyond the bathroom, the TV is playing a random commercial. Cool air slips in through the crack of the window, slithering down and pooling at your feet. 

Knees planted on each side of his hips, you raise yourself to get a clear view. 

“Did you get it all out?” Kiryu speaks up. 

“There’s still some on your forehead.” You point the showerhead near his hairline. He hums and closes his eyes. The pink dye flows with the stream, into the base of the tub and down the drain. A few streamlets run down to his temple and fall off the sides of his face— a little touch-up of his roots. Your fingertips are stained a bright pastel pink, deep inside, you want it to nestle into the crevices of your skin for weeks on end. So you’ll always have a part of him with you as you go about your day. Carding your nails into his hair, slightly scrapping his scalp, Kiryu shivers beneath you. Soft lips parting enough for you to see his teeth, he lets out a sigh. The tension in his face vanishes. 

Clicking the bottle cap open, you squirt the liquid out into a palm. Rubbing the conditioner all over the surface of your hands, you begin to work it into his hair. It resembles strings of silk as it slides through your fingers. After a few minutes pass, you wash it out. Kiryu’s relaxed, you wonder if he’s fallen asleep. 

Turning the knob, the water stops. 

“I’m done,” you turn to grab a fresh clean towel. “Can you lift your neck for me?” 

When he does, you wrap it around his nape, pushing it into his drenched hair to soak in the water. Kiryu opens his eyes. Bright green, like jade that has been unearthed and cut open. He stares at your face as you ruffle him with the fabric, strands of pink hair stick to his skin, it swirls about on either side of his ears. He studies how focused you look and raises his hand to rest it on the exposed flesh of your waist. You flinch and huff, “Mitsuki– stop that.” He lets out a squeak of laughter when you slap the cloth into his face. You grin, roughly grabbing and moving the towel back and forth. “Hey…!” His voice is muffled. Pushing the edges back to reveal Kiryu’s face, his eyes are full of amusement. You run your index finger over the bridge of his nose.

He never needed to dress up to get attention. He didn’t even need to smile. His frown alone was mesmerizing. A humble luster that pulls awe from anyone who gazes at him. He is a piece of artwork that you could admire forever.

Meeting him was like the coming of spring. When the cold ebbs away and the ice melts; the birds return and the sun stays out longer. Kiryu loves you for all the things you have yet to love yourself for. He squeezes your heart like a lemon, wringing out all the adoration mustered in your soul. Life has gotten much softer and sweeter since he entered your world.

“Hmm~” he questions your silence, “what are you thinking about?” 

Kiryu sits up, pressing his chest against you. The towel beneath his neck was also stained from the dye. 

“You,” speaking as you continue to dry him off, “what else could I be thinking about.” 

The pink-haired boy tilts his head, face breaking out in a bright smile that makes his eyes wrinkle. “Hehe, I’m so flattered~” he giggles. The previously crisp cotton is now damp and you finally draw back and throw it in the laundry hamper. “Do you want me to blow-dry your hair?” You ask, standing up to get the device. “No, it’s fine– it’ll dry on its own.” Kiryu stands up and stretches after hours of sitting on the bathroom floor. A high-pitched whine slips out as he extends his arms over his head, pulling his muscles and joints. 

Running your hands over your pants to dry them off, he drops his arms and steps towards you. 

“Thanks for helping me, princess.” He wraps his arms around you. You are able to clearly smell the top notes of the eau de toilette he’s wearing; bergamot and mandarin essence with a green tea accord. The powdery fragrance sticks to your nose as you breathe. 

“Mitsuki.” 

“Mmm? Yeah?” He leans back, allowing you some space to talk. 

Sliding your arms up around his neck, you clasp your wrists together and stand on your tippy-toes to kiss him. He chuckles and dips his head, resting his palms on your waist as your mouths finally touch. You can taste the tart skin of grapes in the fissures of his teeth, which the two of you were eating a few hours ago when you suggested helping him dye his roots. His wet strands tickle your forehead. Droplets roll down the base of his neck and onto your arms. 

The kiss was easy and calm, not disrupting your breathing. Breaking apart, you press your lips directly onto his laugh lines, his laughter carved into his face. The evidence of how fully he lived his life. Kiryu brings a hand under your arm and up to your face, cupping one side. The blunt end of his nail scraps along your skin as he thumbs the apple of your cheek. It pushes his finger back when you smile. A deep, dear silence engulfs the bathroom. 

Perhaps you did some good in your past life to be rewarded like this. 

[ggumjjun]

ooooh 77 + 3 w taehyun like... it just gives so much owner/pet dynamics hehe 🫶

-🐱

yandere prompt game

3. “in the end… you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?” + 77. “i cooked us a romantic dinner! so stay still while i detach the chains from you so we can go sit down, ok?” + taehyun

-> warnings; yandere, slight deteriorating state, imprisonment, slight degradation <-

a soft hum in the air, clinking of dishes quietly as taehyun neatly sets the table, a picturesque layout of his decadent dishes… although notably the only knife on his side, all atop a stainless table cloth, white as snow. darkened room, candles lit for effect, a single rose lying atop your plate, thorns neatly trimmed off as a precaution. he’s truly gone all the way for your anniversary, hasn’t he? a brief once over at his work, and with a satisfied smile, taehyun opens the door to your shared bedroom a slight crack, slipping through to avoid any surprises. steps as silent as snow falling, not a single creak to disturb his sleeping beauty; and as he stands beside the bed, a moment to admire your resting figure, still asleep from the slip he gave you earlier. after all, he couldn’t leave you alone for too long awake… a glance at his watch tells him the effects are wearing off. “my love, wake up,” taehyun murmurs, brushing your hair from your face. “…hmm?” stirring awake, blinking softly as he gazes down so lovingly, “tae…hyun?” “you’ve been looking a touch fatigued,” he notes, “remember what today is?” “i… i don’t have a calendar.” you mumble, sitting up dizzily, a heavy lock shackled to your ankle, metal bound to the bed. “hmm, it seems you’ve given up counting,” he replies, reaching for your hand as he raises it to his lips, a brief kiss placed on your ring finger, “it’s our one year anniversary, sugar.” shock trickles from your mind to your body, a hand coming to cover your lips as you realize in horror… he’s right. when did you stop counting the days of imprisonment…? you can’t remember. oh, the dangerous smile he gives you, so loving yet darkened with a slight threat, “i cooked us a romantic dinner,” a key in hand, taehyun gently examines the lock on your ankle, “so stay still while i detach the chains from you so we can go sit down, ok?”

“how is it, love?” taehyun asks, watching your every move as you tentatively lift a spoonful of soup, warm and perfectly seasoned. “it’s wonderful,” you reply, albeit a little shakier than you anticipated. never did you ever think he’d truly keep you here for a year; a year since you’d stepped outside, felt the sun on your face from outside a window, spoke to another person. and all your hours spent in his bed, awaiting his return to be freed to walk around, only with his constant presence, the chains returning when it came time to sleep. his perfect doll, so weakened by the limited movement, so reliant on him to even help you walk around, so prettily waiting for him to return. and he knows it; the way your hands tremble, each shaky spoonful as your wrists unfamiliarly act without the chains, the ones usually present during every meal. soft breaths, your hand tentatively taking a sip of water, so nervous under his constant gaze… as if he was waiting for something. “sugar—“ “ah–!” and just as his voice sounds, the nervous flinch you give has ice water spilling down over your clothes, frost cold crawling over your soft skin as the frigid liquid pervades and soaks into the fabric, sending chills creeping over your body. “oh, you’ve made such a mess, darling,” taehyun sighs, napkin in hand as he gently kneels before you, pressing the cloth to soak up the cold water, “couldn’t even drink water without my help?” his touch traveling close up your leg, the tension rising in the room as he smooths over your thigh, “i’ll run a warm bath for you, i suppose, can’t have you running. fever.” taking a hesitant breath, his proximity sending a crawling sensation of nervousness over your skin, you say what you know he wants to hear, “th-thank you, taehyun.” standing up, a kiss pressed to your hair before whispering in your ear, “in the end… you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?”

… if there’s anything millie really really likes;;; it’s owner pet dynamics LOL (n opposites attract)

[aussiepineapple1st]

What is Happening to Me (Part 14)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,705 Contains: Death, Whump, Pain, Leon freaking out.

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You take the lead, you gun held close to your chest, the barrel angled up while you stand side against the wall to the entrance of the building. Extending your arms in front of you as you round the corner quickly, you stare into the lobby of some hotel or office building. Scanning around you have to pull a torch from your side and shine it throughout the building. 

"Stay alert, any sound could be our suspect." Leon whispers to you, standing side by side so he had your back and you had his.

"Copy." You respond as you motion with your hand to continue forwards. Walking towards the stairs leading up to a second level, the baluster was frosted glass, topped with a wooden handrailing. Though the glass hadn't faired too well, a body half hanging through one of the panels of glass. The white frosted glass splattered with crimson. You turn up your nose at the stench of death all around you, though it was starting to become a normal smell for you. Making your way through a hallway to the elevators you see one of them moving up, stopping on the 4th level of 7.

"Let's head up the stairs so he doesn't see the elevator coming." Leon suggests moving to open the door. As he swings it open shots were fired, Leon ducking out of the way, his right arm being grazed with one of the bullets. Leon lets out a hiss of pain, standing behind the open door. You wait for the gun fire to cease, hearing the magazine being clicked out of the gun you step in the doorway, gun extended, this was the guy. You shoot his right thigh and rush in to kick him in the chest, sending him into the wall. walking over to him you kick his gun away and kneel over him, pressing your left forearm against his throat, your handgun held to his cheek.

"Why are you spreading the virus?!" Your tone was angry, Leon walking up behind you holding his right bicep, blood dripped down his arm and off his fingers to the ground.

"Hehe.. to create a distraction.." The man hissed out in a chuckle.

"What?" You were confused, what did he mean by- You suddenly feel a sharp pinch in your side, pulling away from him he was holding an empty syringe, the Umbrella logo on the side of it.

Leon's eyes widen as you hold your side and fall to the ground. He kicks the syringe away, it smashing on the wall aiming his gun at the man's head. "What the fuck did you just inject her with!!!??"

"An experiment." Was all he said as he started to foam at the mouth, gasping for air he chokes on foam and spit.

"Shit!" Leon notes the name on the man's lab coat. He then kneels down by your side, blood covered and non-blood covered hands cup your face. Turning your face towards him you were starting straight through him, your body shivering at random intervals. "(Y/N)!! Stay with me! I'll get you some help!"

He presses his earpiece, causing it to ring as he scoops you into his arms. Taking you to the elevators he lays you down on the ground gently.

"Leon? What's going on? You've been radio silent for-"

"(Y/N)'s been injected with something! The guy said it was an experiment, his lab coat said O. L. Albrecht. I need to know if there is any information on a new strain of the t-virus, or g-virus. Anything!" His voice was panicked as he sprints down the stairs to the information board he had seen. He desperately looks for a lab. 5th Floor!

"I can't find anything on a new strain of virus or parasite. Whatever she was injected with must be new. Our intel has nothing on Umbrellas experiments." Hunnigan also sounded panicked.

Leon runs back up the stairs scooping you into his arms once again as he waits for an elevator door to open. Stepping inside he takes you both to the 5th floor. It was a series of lab rooms, one of them housing many serums and tubes of floating parasite-looking creatures.

He places you down on a metal table at one side of a room with a computer and many different equipment's that seem to house syringes.

"Leon, what's happening?" Hunnigan asks still on the line. She could hear your gasps and groans as you shiver in the background of Leon's earpiece. 

"I'm searching through the data base to see what this could be and if they've made a cure for it." He said searching through data banks and files. He had no clue what he was doing or looking for, but he had a small idea. Which was enough for him to try.

"Le-on..." You rasp out, head turning towards him, your left arm slipping from your stomach to hang off the edge of the metal table he had placed you on.

"I'm here." He turns around seeing the pure fear in your eyes. "I'm not going to leave you." He turns back around to the screen and then flicks passed something that catches his eye. 

Pulling up the file once again he scans through the report. "This could be a virus they've called the P+T-Virus. Strains of the Tyrant virus have been injected into spawn of a parasite, but it doesn't say what parasite.. Damn it!" He says searching through more documents.

There was a loud thump behind Leon, causing him to turn around, you were on the ground, your skin covered in a red vein. Your normal eye colour had now changed to a dim colour. Yellow starting to show through your iris as they dulled.

He winced seeing your state and walks over, lifting your body up again, you didn't seem hostile, not yet. But he wasn't going to risk it. Strapping you down with the material built into the metal table, your waist, neck and hands restrained. Though he did make sure it wasn't tight enough to hurt or choke you. Looking down to you on the table, you were gasping, your body doing it's best to stay alive. Fighting internally as you stare at the ceiling, your body wriggling around.

"H...lp." You gurgle out before letting out pained screams. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. Gasping for air between shouts.

Leon walks back to the computers, he couldn't concentrate, this can't be happening! Not to you, not like this. 

"Leon, I found something on the guy. His name is Obert Lee Albrecht, working for the Umbrella Corp. after his laboratory was destroyed in Scotland a few years back. Hold on.." She says cutting off her own sentence.

"What?" Leon asked as he continued to search through the data files on any type of experimental antidote. Your screams and cries of pain made everything 10 times more stressful, his brain starting to shut down.

"He was part of the eradication of the Lab (Y/N) was sent to deal with 4 years ago. Seems like he ended up getting a job in Umbrella to create new dominant species of the Plaga." There was no response from Leon, only your pained sounds rang through Hunnigan's ear. "Leon?... Leon! Focus!"

Leon was currently leaning over the computer, your shouts tearing away at parts of his soul. Every gasp of air made his chest tight. Then suddenly you went silent. His heart dropped, turning to you with the speed of lightning he rushes over to your side. Taking your hand he searched your face, your eyes were closed, no shivering or muscle spasms. You were completely still. Apart from the rising and falling of your chest, your breath sounding like the death rattle as you inhale and exhale.

Running over to a glass screen on the wall he starts searching there, maybe because it was beside the vials and syringes it would have something. Searching he finds the file for the P+T-Virus and presses on the button reading "Exp. Suppressant". It was his best bet, if he could suppress this, maybe he could get you the help you needed back at the hospital.

A syringe moved from were it sat in it's sterile casing, filling with a purple liquid. It the is sent down a tube to be collected. Leon takes the Syringe and walks over to you, taking your hand once again he looks to your motionless figure, then the syringe in his right hand. Covered in his own blood he sticks it into your stomach and inject it.

There was nothing for a moment, then Leon could hear Hunnigan in his ear. "Leon! Answer me! Can you hear me?"

"Y... Yeah I can hear you."

"What's going on!? Talk to me!"

"I.. Injected her with an experimental suppressant.."

"You did WHAT?!"

Leon winced at her tone, the exact same words were in his own head, what was he thinking?! He had no clue what he was doing. But there was no going back. You were now injected with this purple serum, your left hand being held tight by Leon's as he waits for results. He watched the red veins across your skin starting to slowly vanish, this was a good sign. He stands over you, a hand coming to your shoulder giving you a slight shake.

"(Y/N)... Hey, wake up." He says gently. Hunnigan was also waiting for a response, sitting in her chair looking down at her desk.

Your eyes open, half lidded as they lazily look around. Your head turning to look up at Leon. "hey.." You say weakly.

"How do you feel?" Leon asks gently peeling hair off your sweaty face.

"As good as I can be.." You try to sit up. "Am I restrained?"

"Yeah, sorry I had to be sure you weren't going to bite or attack me." He explains as he starts to unbuckle the restrains around your neck.

"This type of thing should be kept private." You joke, this made Leon relax even more as you were cracking jokes. This meant you were indeed okay and he needed to get you out of here and to a hospital.

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🏷️: @phoenix666stuff @maehemthemisfit @greywardensaywhat @growingupnrealizing @starcrossedreaders

[abigails-gf]

omg??!! i loved what you did w my request!! tysm <33 i have another one hehe :)) so reader hits 1 year or so clean n her and abby celebrate?? i recently hit a month clean so i’m kinda proud of myself :D ofc no rush!! 🩷🩷

— 💐

abby anderson x fem reader.

abby has a surprise for her girlfriend's 1st year of being clean.

hii! thank you for being so sweet!! and, i'm so proud of you for being one month clean!!! you're doing grea! i know it's hard, but you can do it, i'm sure. if you need to talk 'm here!! but seriously, congrats !! <33 honestly, i kind of cried a bit while writing this cause this one is so cute, aa. i hope you like it as well! in this the reader is a year clean, but you can change it to anything !! i'm so happy for you 💐

“good morning, baby.” you heard abby whispering next to you, leaving small kisses all over your face. you groaned and smiled as you opened your eyes to find abby smiling on top of you. her hair was down and tickling your shoulders, making you shiver. “hi.” you whispered, putting your hands on abby’s hips. “i made something for you. i’ll let you get ready and then join me in the kitchen, sounds good?”

“sounds good.” she kissed your forehead before getting up and leaving the bedroom.

you stayed in bed for a few minutes, wondering why abby was in such a good mood this morning. was it your anniversary? couldn’t be. you could never forget the date you two started dating.

you got up and went to the bathroom. after washing your face, you joined abby in the kitchen. she had her back to you, wearing an apron. did she cook something? you asked yourself. is there a special date i actually forgot about?

“done.” abby said to herself before turning around. “oh, hi, babe.” she was holding a cake in her hands. you couldn’t tell what it said from where you were standing. abby put it on the table, next to two plates.

once you were next to abby, you read what was written in blue icing.

happy 1 yr clean ♡ 

“abby –” your voice cracked, almost tearing up. she put her hand around your waist and brought you closer to her. “happy one year of being clean, sweet girl.”

and that’s when tears fell down. abby held you tightly, rubbing your back. these were happy tears. you had forgotten to check how long it has been since you were clean – but abby made sure to remember the date. of course, these 365 days weren’t easy. but she was there to help when you needed help. she was there to take care of you on bad days, she was there to convince you not to hurt yourself at times. she was there. and you weren’t alone.

“i’m so proud of you, y/n.” abby said, kissing your wet cheeks. “i’m so so proud of you, baby.” she repeated. she cupped your face in her hands, kissing you on the lips as you slowly stopped crying.

when you pulled away, you looked at the cake. although the writing was a bit messy, abby made this cake for you. “i can’t believe you remembered... abby – i love you so much. thank you.” you hugged her as tight as you could. “of course, m’love. i love you so much. and i’m so proud of you. i know some days were hard, but hey,” she said pulling away, “you made it.” she kissed your forehead. “i love you s’much, my sweet girl.” you smiled and hugged her once more.

“now, how about we eat this cake before it melts?” abby suggested. you giggled and sat on a chair next to her. she started cutting the cake, giving you the first slice. you took a bite of it and realized that it was your favorite flavor. you looked up at abby who was already smiling, waiting for your reaction. “it’s so good!” you said as you finished your first bite. she laughed, “i was so scared i was gonna mess it up! i’m glad you like it, m’love.” you leaned to kiss her, leaving some frosting on her cheek.

in this moment, you were truly happy. you weren’t alone anymore. you didn’t have to face the bad days on your own. abby was here to help you, to take care of you. she was there to love you. you were happy to be there right now, with her, eating a cake she baked, looking at the messy letters on the frosting. you were happy she was there, next to you, with you. you were truly happy to be alive to live this moment.