#i could stare into those eyes any day 😍

[tar0star]

isn't he just amazing

[avocado-writing]

Omg i love your poly Deadpool and Wolverine fics !! I especially love that reader is totally a sunshine ! Could you do any fic with them and that trope ? 😍

vague sequel to this

Your bad day has been utterly forgotten. 

It’s not incredibly hard for them to cheer you up, Logan and Wade have learned. You’re so rarely sad that it’s hardly an issue anyway, but all they really need to do is redirect your energy into something else. A distraction to take your mind off of whatever’s gotten under your skin.  

There’s a little carnival that’s set up near the apartment. One of those ones which is constantly on the move, overcharges for everything, and is exactly the kind of place you love. So it was a no-brainer to take you there for the evening. 

Logan bought you a necklace made of hard candies, Wade took you on all the rollercoasters which were definitely not safe but you screamed with joy while riding. You’d insisted all three of you squeezed into a boat through the tunnel of love, and they’d come out the other side with your lipstick all over their faces, you smugly sandwiched between them. 

And through the evening you’ve been fucking jubilant. Your laughter rolls like thunder, but the kind which means a storm is going to clear out the oppressive atmosphere of a muggy day. A sweet, loud kind of laughter which peals from your very soul. Wade and Logan catch each other’s eye as you absolutely decimate a stick of neon blue cotton candy: they’ve done well. 

The three of you are preparing to go home when something catches your eye, slowing you to a stop as you stare. It’s a prize booth - the kind where you have to knock over a tower of tin cans to win. Hanging from the rafters are huge plushies of your favourite animal. 

“C’mon baby, you know these games are rigged,” Logan sighs, aware he’s marching into a losing battle. You lick the sugar off of your fingers and dump the wooden stick into a garbage bin, eyes wide in the fluorescent lights of the bumper cars nearby. 

“Aww… but they’re so cute…” you sigh, looking really disappointed. 

Well, neither of them are ones to let that happen, so Logan and Wade find themselves speaking in unison when they say: “I’ll win you one.”

They exchange a look and you grin. Oh. This has become a challenge, and both are too stubborn to back down. Together they step up to the counter, each slamming five dollars down and making the poor teenager manning the booth jump. 

“Uh, okay, you have two balls and need to knock the whole tower—”

The teen doesn’t even get a chance to finish their explanation before Logan has launched one of the pathetic beanbags at the cans with such force that it crumples a couple of them in half. They’re cleared off completely in one hit. The attendant can only gawp as he smugly points to one of the huge plushies which is dutifully fetched. You let out a little woop of joy as he passes it into your arms, giving Wade a look which says beat that. 

Wade hums, throwing the beanbag up and down in his hand, testing its weight. 

“Okay, well, not all of us are barbarians who need to use brute strength to compensate for our advanced age. It’s all about the finesse, pookie.”

Wade angles his throw so it bounces off the side wall, clearing all of the cans but one. Logan lets out a smug huff. Wade frowns. 

“Hey, look, is that Spiderman doing full-frontal nudity?” he says, pointing into the distance, distracting the teen with one hand while he whips out a knife with the other and skewers the can to the back of the booth. 

“Prize please!” he says when they turn back, turning pale at the sight of what’s been done to their game. They pass him another plushie from the roof with shaking hands, and Wade presents it to you with a flourish. 

“That was cheating,” Logan states as the three of you walk away.

“Uh, I cleared the cans, old man. No cheating about it.”

“You had a second ball to throw,” you point out, and Wade pauses. 

“Do you want the toy or not, sweetcheeks?”

And that is how you find yourself more stuffed animal than human, waddling out of the carnival with a huge smile and arms full of polyester. The whole thing is sort of ridiculous but, honestly, if you’re smiling? Logan and Wade can agree it’s totally worth it. 

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[jwanniie]

Can u do gp assassin minji x reader where minji was tasked to take down an important person but as she was observing he

Pairings: G!p Assasin Minji x f!reader!

Warnings: dub-con, somno,slight non-con at first, Assasin minji, knife play, degrading, pet names, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), slight breeding at the end, cervix fucking, mention of pregnancy, kinda kidnapping at the end, not proofread, just filthy smut!!

Word count: 1,6k

Jwans note: huh😮‍💨 after a month of not posting, it was difficult to actually start writing and I felt ashy and dry.🫣 but my long ass summer break started, so I will be posting more (yayy), I’m going to a trip with my friends in few days so YIPPEEEEE😍😍I’m so excited (uwu)👁️👅👁️

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Minji was good at her job, or that’s what she could say, extremely good. Don’t you get fooled by the sweet plump lips, gorgeous smile that made everyone forget about their worries or the eyes that stared at you so delicately. To say that at first when you meet her you’d think she’d work on those cat cafes, kindergarten teacher or a major that inquired art would be an understatement.

The plot twist is that the most innocent and dreamy looking people turn into the most twisted and full of secrets individuals. The ones that you’d look at and think ‘no way they would do that?!’. But like the famous George Eliot said “don’t judge a book by its cover.” applied in most situations.

Minji worked as a professional assasin, she took 47 people down without an ounce of effort, the police tried to investigate those cases, but the outcome would always be a hair gripping disappointment. Nonetheless the only hope the police always had was the small ‘Mj’ that was slowly tatted into the victim’s skin with probably a dagger or an extremely sharp blade. They tried to see possible nail scratches, DNA, fingerprints, they even tried to look at the security cameras but there was no sign of anyone entering or leaving, it was like she appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into thin air.

Minji did not like the idea of being under someone's authority or taking orders from anyone. She preferred to work for herself and to be her own boss. However, on occasions, she would consider offers that came with a filthy payment. And that’s what happened with you.

There was this guy who came to Minji and told her he will give her a horrible amount of money if she can take you down. From what she heard from that guy is that you were some really famous and wealthy man’s daughter, and an only child. Your father had a company and by that company he hid his illegal business like money laundering, drug producing, tax evasion and bribery. And to what she also heard is that your dad had stolen money and refuses to give it back to the guy who came to her and that’s why he wanted to get a revenge from your father.

Minji has figured out your schedule with her ways and planned a day when you'll be very busy and tired, so you'll go straight to bed. This will make Minji's job much easier.

Minji wore baggy jeans and a long sleeved black shirt to avoid any suspicion. She let her hair loose to make her features appear more unrecognizable and she had black mask in her black tote bag to wear once she’s in your apartment and in case you’ll wake up.

She tip toed to your apartment building. The building was very minimalistic compared to what she heard who your dad was and how filthy rich you are. She expected a whole apartment building just for you to live in. But it turned out that you lived in an apartment which had families, students and office workers, like any apartment.

She pressed the elevator button and soon she stepped inside. She looked for number ‘12’ and soon she found it. The elevator was pretty fast and it wasn’t long till she was in her desired floor.-Her eyes traveled to all of the doors, in search for the apartment ‘47’. She later stood in front of the door, the lock getting destroyed by her and the door opening. A dark hall getting exposed to her eyes. She timidly and slowly walks in, taking in every little detail.

The hall was soon done and she was met with a closed door by her right, this was where your room could be since all of the other doors of the apartment were open and this was the only door closed.

She quietly opened the door being met with a laying figure, blanket draped over your thighs and lower abdomen while your upper body was exposed to cold air. The moon shining through the window making a dainty and delicate silhouette appear on the wall.

You were in a deep void, so out of this world, too deep in sleep to wake up anytime soon. Your breathing was soft and almost soundless while your chest was inhaling and exhaling slowly.

She was so fascinated by the sight she almost forgot her mission, she felt a rush of blood down her member, her pants feeling way too tight for her liking. She was ripped back to reality when you changed your position, now laying on your back.

She walked closer to your bed, admiring you now from so close. Taking in the little details, she couldn’t adore from far there. She noticed how the cold air made your nipples poke from your silky black night gown. The way the blanket was so down that your thighs were bare till the knees.

Since she already came all the way here, why can’t she have you at least once or maybe twice and then murder you? It would be fast and beside who can stop her, you are asleep and even if you did wake up. Would you fight her back? You can’t. She can just end you with a second. You were basically under her mercy.

She placed her bag on the nightstand before hovering over you. Her legs straddling your thighs. She slid down her slacks before tossing them across the bedroom. You had easy clothing, fast to remove or even rip. She took the hem of the night gown and lifted it till your breasts. She groaned at the sight, you had no panties on, just so easy and beautiful to use. Your perky mounds were soft and so plushy begging to be sucked and worshipped. While the hips to waist ratio was absolutely perfect.

Fuck, she had to kill such a precious and beautiful doll.

Her length was at this point so upwards, the tip angry red while spilling creamy white substance and her balls heavy and almost purple-ish.-Without any prepping or anything she slammed herself in, immediately groaning at the suck of your cunt. Your walls hugging her so tightly, almost too hard to move.

Her both hands went to your breasts, cupping them, while the pad of her thumb started toying with your nipples. Twisting and squeezing the hardened bud.

Your cunt got wetter with every thrust of her hips which made her pace pick up even more, her tip kissing your cervix with every single thrust.

The uncomfortable feeling in your lower region made your eyes flutter open, slightly contemplating is this a dream or the reality. But with every passing second the feeling got even more real and you were getting conscious back again.

When you were fully aware. You were going to let out a bloody scream but before you could even open your mouth, her hand found it way above your mouth. She didn’t stop her hips movements instead, getting even more faster.

Her other hand went to the nightstand, she was rummaging through her back and you were trying to see what she was trying to find. Your curiosity was soon replaced with fear when you saw what she was looking for.

She was looking for one of those kitchen knives in every typical horror movies.-There was soon a sinister evil smile across her face. Her dark eyes looked at your fear full ones.

“I’m not stopping doll, so you better also enjoy this, don’t cause me trouble and if you do..you know your faith.” She said while the tip of the knife was running across your skin. Hard enough to make a small scratch, but not hard enough to let out blood.

Her movements were in halt but soon she started again. She was ramming your insides, you hated to admit that it felt good, way too good.

She was pounding you like there was no tomorrow, well it kinda is true. Her hands let go from your mouth and you wish she didn’t. Now she has to hear the sounds you let for her. Then she thinks you are enjoying this.

With another hit of her tip on your cervix, you let out a loud moan, a pressure on your lower abdomen lingering there.

She chuckled darkly at the sound her tip taking the knife in her grasp.

“Turned out you were enjoying this, huh? Such a pretty little slut!” The sharp blade was running across your inner thighs the fear turning into pleasure. She slightly made the blade sink into your skin, a small bloody cut was now on your inner thighs.

The pain turned you even more on. The pain making your walls clasp around her uncontrollably. Nonetheless she continued her ramming, her tip was completely out before slamming with full force in. The cycle continued.

With the last womb fucking of her cock you reached your climax. Pleasure running through your body while squirming now underneath her.

Your pussy was squeezing her cock after your release and that made her reach her own high, she fucked you faster and with more passion now that she was close.

Without warning her essence painted your walls white, splashing right into your womb. She fucked harder through her high, you were whining and moving under her, the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation hitting you harder than ever. Her cum was now deeper, leaving you with a risk of pregnancy.

“Maybe I should keep you and just tell them I killed you? You would be my personal fuck doll!” She said before wrapping a tape right on top of your mouth, not even waiting to hear your answer.

[xxblairexxss]

Breaking news

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader

Your Instagram story caused a commotion amongst the fans

ynusername has added to their story

ynusername has added to their story

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You had connected the call to your car so you could talk to him while driving home because you didn’t know if you could see the hair saloon again without crying even more. You put on the signal before turning the steering wheel as you sobbed, your boyfriend’s question left hanging in the air.

“Are you okay? Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?”

“N– no, I’m already on my way back.” You sobbed again.

“Want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“Yes– yes, please. I can’t stop crying!” You wailed and looked at the rear view mirror before switching lane.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I don’t know what happened but as long as you are already on your way back, it’ll be fine.”

Soon as you took off your sneakers, Charles opened the door and pulled you into a hug. You were no longer crying because you had accepted your fate at this point.

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

Breaking the hug, you took a step back, your bottom lips jutting out.

“What? Baby, talk to me. What happened?”

You twirled and cried out. “They cut my hair too short! How can you not see it!”

Charles’s breathe was stuck in his throat. He had been walking back and forth, waiting for you to come back home wondering if the worst thing happened. This, wasn’t in any of those thoughts he had in mind.

“You were crying because they cut your hair too short?” His voice trailed off as he stared at you in disbelief.

“I have never had my hair this short before!”

“You were crying because of this?”

You glowered at his question and paced to the room, leaving him alone while he was still in incredulity. He didn’t even realise there was any changes to your hair because as soon as he saw you, his eyes went to scan on your body for any injuries or maybe some bruises. It never occurred to him it would be something lighter than the all the scenarios he had in his head.

“Baby? You wanna talk about it?” Charles walked in and grinned, trying to act as if he couldn’t see the glare from you.

“I asked them to trim it shorter but not this short, just slightly around my chest but they just cut it right away and I was too scared to say anything.”

“You still look beautiful though.” He could still see the little dots of tears hanging on your lashes as he stared at you in admiration.

“Liar! You are only saying that to make me feel better.”

“I swear! You look beautiful. Trust me.” He tilted your face to look at him and smiled as he studied your face. “See? You’ll always be beautiful, baby. Even if one day you decide to be bald, I’m still gonna find you beautiful.”

“I hate you.”

ynusername

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ynusername how it started vs how it ended

charles_leclerc Still the prettiest girl ever ❤️

username1 new hairrr?!?!

username2 girl we need story time

username3 you should have seen twitter and gossip pages. they went WILD 😂😂

username4 i don’t get it?? someone explain

username5 ppls thought something happened to the couple but they seem to be doing fine 🥰

ynusername

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ynusername Smiling through the pain :)

charles_leclerc The most beautiful girl 😍

username1 GIRL YOU SLAY THE HAIRSTYLE

username2 drop dead gorgeous

francisca.cgomes literally suits you so much 🫶🏻🩷

username3 what do you mean. you look STUNNINGGG 😍😍

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc prettiest in long and short hair. any hairstyle, basically 🩷

ynusername i love youuuu! 🥹 Thank you for taking me out on a dinner date to make me feel better ❤️🥹

username1 FAV COUPLE IS STILL GOING STRONG

username2 i thought they broke up 😭😭😭

username3 tell y/n to never do that again

username4 i’m not gonna believe in love anymore if they ever broke up 💔

username5 oh to have my bf take me out on a date after i cut my hair too short 😔

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[pleasehelpmeimfying]

Could I ask for sub Aventurine? Maybe he is really in his head with work and wants to not think anymore so reader pampers them and gets them in subspace? Idk up to you 💙🩵

LMFAO TURNS OUT I DONT FULLY UNDERSTAND WHAT SUBSPACE IS😭 so I’ll try my best LMFAOOO BUT ILL MAKE THE FIC SCRUMPTIOUS 😍.

(No fonts due to my lack of storage. Mb goober :( )

{Amab!sub!Aventurine, possible Aventurine OOC. Angst if you squint hard enough. Amab!top!reader, blowjob, Aventurine receiving, Shitty rushed fic. Definitely gonna edit the story line later 💀…}

Read at your own risk.

Working day in and day out. Barely any time for breaks or self pleasure. It’s either something going terribly wrong or more idiots with little common sense fucking something up.

His work was never done. Aventurine just wanted a break, something to look forward to. The lack of sleep caused bags to slowly form under his eyes. The more he became more irritable, the more he was losing his mind in this work space.

Aventurine was reading over some delays that was recently reported, to focused in his paperwork to notice you entering his office with his favorite meal. Slowly you walked towards your lover with a small smile gracing your lips. You took advantage on how.. distracted he was.

You placed the food on a nearby shelf, slowly making your way behind him. Did he suspect a thing? Absolutely not, and it was amazing. Once you made it behind him you wasted no time to cup his face from the back and give him gentle kisses all over the left side of his face.

Did it startle him? Oh absolutely. Aventurine momentarily frozen in place, quickly recovering to a sly smile and weak chuckling. He should’ve known your ass would pull some shit like this. Yet he couldn’t resist melting into your warmth! You treated him all to well, and deep down he was still confused why anyone would choose to love someone like him.

“Aventurine, how long have you been working? You haven’t been home in a while.. I was getting worried something.. might’ve happened.”

Your worry and concern for his well being made his heart grow and grow. Filling up with unthinkable amount of love just for you. How long has it been since you held him? How long was it since he felt your love? To long perhaps. Still his eyes lingered at the work in front of him. Staring up at him with blank areas still to fill out.

Aventurine let out a stifled breath. His annoyance slowly creeping back at him. He just needed a little more time to finish before he was sure he wasn’t sure this man was dying rn that he was done for the night. Regretfully he would say the same thing as he did all those others times before.

“Hm, I need to get back to this. I swear I’m almost done my love. Just need more time..”

Genuinely you weren’t really paying much attention to what he was saying. Blocking him out with a playful smile. Then before he knew it, your guided his face to look at yours and placed more deeper kisses on his gorgeous face. Luring him to you. Did he care? Nahh..

You moved a bit away, taking your hands off his face. He felt his heart drop. Just a little bit! Before he saw you push his chair further from his desk so you could get better access to him. That damn back side of the chair was killing you slowly 💀.

“Your eyes.. you look so tried baby. I can’t allow you to keep working like this. How about we go home and get some rest, yea?”

Aventurine did NOT feel like moving. He just wanted to just slump against his chair. Though he would rather die than tell you that. So let’s put on that infamous poker face shall we?

He looked at you and gave you a smile. Weakly nodding in an attempt to play through his false facade. Did your bitch ass notice it? Yes and it was both concerning and hilarious. So you decided to cup his face one more time and bless his ears with your words. And in between words you kept squishing his face:3

“Second thought.. how bout we stay here just a little while longer. Relax a bit before you rush back home.”

Aventurine didn’t know what to do. First you wanted to go and now you wanna stay? Eh, he’ll just go with the flow. Though your hands felt so warm and soft. Once again he melted into your touch.. Then his mind wondered to places it shouldn’t have. First ranging to sweet thoughts, then to some more.. let’s say delusional thinking. Next thing you know as he has a ranging boner.

He knew that you knew about his problem. Probably why he turned into a whining mess in the next 42 minutes..

Hands tangled in your locks as he kept buckling into your mouth. Aventurine bit biting his bottom lips as muffled whines were forced out of his throat. Tears ready to spill at any moment as you kept going. Slurping his length without much care as your hands forced his thighs apart.

“<Y/N>.. please! I c-can’t hold- Nmmph! Hold I-It!♡︎”

Your mouth was warm and wet it almost made him go crazy. Aventurine didn’t know how your jaw wasn’t in agony by now. Forgot that thought, his lower half was absolutely being destroyed by you. Legs shaking as he tugged your hair one last time before combusting in your sweet mouth.

A gurgled moan slipped through Aventurine throat as the tears finally spilt. Back arching as his legs kept opening and closing. He just didn’t know what to do, what a poor baby.

“Shitshitshitshitshit… OohhHH! MmpPHH♡︎!”

His mind went completely blank. Not a single thought resided in that beautiful brain of his. Only tears and pleasure clouded his mind. He didn’t even notice you take his cock out of your mouth. He was just to fucked out honestly.

Aventurine body was twitching as he took deep breaths, trying to hold to some kind of saintly.

Maybe he would’ve finish his work later if he even remembered.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

First of all i want to THANK YOU for writing for Marcello Hernandez!😩😍

I would like to request a smut for him!! Maybe one where him and reader are co stars or they have been friends for a while (you can decide!) and there has always been alot of sexual tension, constant flirting, ect. And one night they are hanging out and they can’t contain themselves any longer and they fully go at it and admit their feelings!!?? You can make it as dirty as you want (plz) 😜

i love this!! your wish is my command 🫶🏼✨

More than friends

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+

You and Marcello had been friends for what felt like forever. Ever since those early days of struggling to break into the industry, auditioning at every opportunity, and scraping by on whatever you could afford, you’d had each other’s backs. He’d been your partner in crime for late-night rehearsals and spontaneous adventures, laughing his way through awkward moments and celebrating every win, big or small. There was something undeniably special between you, an ease and chemistry that everyone seemed to notice even if you both stubbornly ignored it. Every time he looked at you with that smirk, brushed your hand a bit too long, or made a joke that danced on the line between teasing and flirtation, you’d pretend it didn’t make your heart race.

When the two of you finally landed roles on the same show, it felt like fate had pushed you even closer. Your friendship quickly evolved into constant on-set banter, inside jokes, and long evenings spent running lines over takeout dinners. But lately, things had shifted. Marcello’s looks lingered, his touches felt heavier, and the tension that had always been there was now impossible to ignore. He’d laugh about it, make a playful comment when he caught you staring, but you could tell there was something deeper behind his words.

Tonight, the two of you were decompressing at your place after a long week. Marcello had brought over a bottle of wine, and you’d picked up a pile of wings from your favorite local spot. It was like every other night—yet completely different. From the moment you poured the wine, the unspoken attraction between you simmered under the surface, adding weight to every glance and touch.

After a few glasses, you were both feeling tipsy and a bit bolder, laughing at each other’s jokes louder, leaning a little closer. Marcello’s arm rested along the back of the couch, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. You leaned back into him, letting yourself enjoy the warmth of his arm around you, wondering if tonight might finally be the night that all that tension boiled over.

Marcello grinned at you, his eyes dark with something playful, something dangerous. “You know,” he said, voice low, “I think we’re probably the most convincing fake couple on TV. Don’t you think?”

You laughed, brushing off the heat that rose to your cheeks. “Well, maybe it’s because I’m such a good actress.”

“Maybe,” he replied, leaning in until his face was inches from yours, “or maybe it’s because you make it so easy to pretend.” His voice softened, and his gaze lingered on your lips, his words hanging in the air.

The laughter faded as you locked eyes, the space between you shrinking. “Marcello… I think we’ve been pretending for way too long,” you whispered, the truth slipping out before you could stop it.

His hand slid up to cup your face, thumb grazing over your cheek, his touch warm and electric. “What if we stop pretending?” he murmured, his voice rough.

Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and intense, like he’d been holding himself back for years. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you against him, and you felt every inch of his body pressed against yours. The wine and the years of unspoken feelings blurred everything else as the kiss deepened, turning urgent and needy.

Between breaths, you whispered, “Marcello… we’ve waited long enough.”

That was all it took. He scooped you up, guiding you back toward the couch, his hands exploring as if he were afraid to waste another moment. The heat between you was intoxicating, fueled by the wine and the feeling of finally letting go. His lips traced a path down your neck, his touch igniting every part of you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he pressed you into the couch, both of you lost in the moment you’d been waiting for.

In the early hours of the morning, as you lay tangled in each other’s arms, Marcello ran his fingers through your hair, his face softening with a look you’d never seen before. “I don’t want this to be just tonight,” he whispered, voice still thick with emotion. “I want us… for real.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you reached up, brushing a hand along his jaw. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

As the wine settled warmly between you, the banter that had once felt light-hearted became increasingly intense. You and Marcello were leaning into each other on the couch, laughter giving way to long, heated glances and lingering touches. Your hand rested on his thigh, your fingers tracing small circles there, and his gaze flickered down, darkening.

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was instantly deep, heated, and overwhelming. His hands were everywhere, moving from your waist to your hips, pulling you into him as you let yourself melt against his body, years of tension breaking free in a moment. His fingers brushed up your back, sending shivers through you as he pulled you onto his lap, his mouth never leaving yours.

Your legs straddled his hips as his hands slipped under your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin with a touch that was both rough and tender. “God, I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and filled with need. His mouth moved to your neck, kissing and biting gently, making you gasp as he left a trail of heat along your skin.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, your hands roaming over the warm skin of his shoulders and chest. You could feel his heartbeat under your fingers, fast and steady as his hands slipped under your own shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. He paused, taking you in, his eyes filled with admiration and desire that made your cheeks flush.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured, his hands cupping your face before trailing down, fingers grazing your skin, igniting every inch they touched.

You leaned in, capturing his mouth with yours, your kisses growing more feverish as your bodies pressed together. Marcello’s hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly as he leaned you back against the couch, his body settling above you. His hands slid down, hooking into the waistband of your pants, and he looked up, seeking permission in his eyes.

Breathless, you nodded, your heart racing as he slowly tugged them down, his hands exploring every inch of bare skin as he went. The intensity of his gaze made you feel like you were the only person in the world, his touch leaving a trail of heat that made you shiver.

He paused, his eyes raking over you with a hunger that made your pulse quicken. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he admitted, his voice rough.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, your hands pulling him closer, desperate to feel him, to be closer to him than ever before. Marcello’s lips were on you again, moving down your body in a series of slow, lingering kisses. Every brush of his mouth felt deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

Marcello's touch was electric as his hands glided down your body, fingertips tracing every curve. You trembled with anticipation, aching to feel his mouth on you. Slowly, deliberately, he sank to his knees, his eyes locked with yours, dark with desire.

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed against the delicate skin of your inner thighs, his tongue darting out to taste you. A low groan escaped him, vibrating against your flesh. "You taste so sweet," he murmured, the words sending a shiver through you.

Without warning, his mouth closed over your most sensitive spot, his tongue swirling and lapping, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to you as he worked relentlessly, every stroke of his tongue pulling you closer to the edge.

The noises you made only spurred him on, his enthusiasm matching your own growing need. He hummed against you, the vibrations making your hips buck, chasing the sensation. Marcello's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked, lapping up every drop of your arousal.

"Marcello, please," you gasped, your voice ragged with want. "I need you."

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and hooded. "Not yet," he growled, diving back in, his tongue delving deep, his fingers joining the onslaught of sensation.

You cried out, your body tightening with the approaching wave of ecstasy. Marcello kept up his relentless pace, his touch firm and unyielding, until finally, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you in crashing waves.

Marcello kept his mouth on you, gentling his movements as you came down from your high. Slowly, he pulled away, his lips glistening with your arousal. He gazed up at you, eyes hooded and dark with desire.

"Magnificent," he murmured, his voice low and ragged. He rose to his feet, crowding into your space, his large frame towering over you. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lips. "I want to savor every inch of you."

His mouth crashed down on yours, the kiss fierce and possessive. You melted into him, clutching at his shoulders as his tongue swept into your mouth. A needy whimper escaped you, and Marcello growled in response, pulling you flush against him.

His hands skimmed down your sides, grip bruising as he palmed your backside, grinding his hips against yours. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your belly, and the knowledge that he wanted you so desperately sent a thrill through you.

Panting, he tore his mouth from yours, dragging his lips along your jaw to nip at your earlobe he moans in your ear.

Marcello's eyes darkened with barely restrained desire as he gazed down at you. With agonizing slowness, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his throbbing length teasing your slick folds.

"You feel so good, y/n," he breathed, his voice thick with want. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed forward, stretching and filling you until he was buried to the hilt. A shuddering gasp escaped you at the delicious sensation of being so completely joined.

But just as quickly, he began to withdraw, eliciting a desperate whine from you. "Marc,please..." you begged, hips canting upwards, seeking to keep him inside.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Patience, my love," he purred, the words barely audible as he surged forward again, hilting himself with a sharp snap of his hips.

You cried out, nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Marcello set a maddening pace, pulling out until just the tip remained, then driving back in with bruising force.

The bed creaked beneath you, the only sound besides your ragged gasps and his guttural groans. He possessed you completely, claiming every inch of your body as his own. And you welcomed it, reveling in the intoxicating feel of him moving inside you.

"Marcello!" you keened, the coil of pleasure tightening with every thrust. He swallowed your cries with a hungry kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth in time with the snap of his hips marcello cums inside you.

Afterward, as you lay tangled together, breathing in sync, Marcello brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gaze soft and vulnerable. He kissed you gently, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek as he whispered, “I don’t want this to ever end.”

You smiled, pulling him close again, knowing that after all these years, you’d finally found what you’d both been searching for.

[imagine--if]

Hello! I see you are taking requests for Alice in Borderland? If I may, can I request some Chishiya boyfriend headcannons?? Thank you <3

A/N: Absolutely, Chishiya's my favourite character hehe 🥰️ thanks for requesting!! My inbox is open for Alice In Borderland characters until the 15th, so send yours in now 💙 I think I'm gonna get started on some Banda Sunato relationship headcanons afterwards tho, because DiD yOu SeE hIs EyeS??! And his smILE?? Imma have to start writing more 😍

Warnings: Small spoilers for season 2, fluff 😁

 ♡ Dating Chishiya Shuntaro Includes: ♡

♡• Damnnn, I don't know where to start 😵 he's a clever, smug ass, and he knows it, but I'm a full believer that this man could fall in love with the right person surprisingly deeply. I'm not making him out of character in any way by saying he'd fall in love at first sight, because he wouldn't, but he would have a growing interest in you that develops over the weeks into something more without him even realising it.

♡• You probably met when you both caught on with an outcome of a game, or someone giving off weird vibes. Probably in the Jack of Hearts game? He'll watch the manipulation and secret communications going on, and then notice that you're looking in the same direction. Your eyes will meet, and you'll just know that you're thinking the same thing, which interests him, and he'll raise a brow at you with that smirk of his from the other end of the room.

♡• Your independence and surprising intelligence are what moved Chishiya to wander over to you and make a comment or something about how it's going, and you'll get short conversations afterwards that pick up from there. It's nice to see someone who's not already breaking down from the intensity of the bloody games or is too stupid to notice that they'll probably be one of the first to die. So he starts popping up in place you hang around, just to see if you really are different in the way he likes. You are, ofc 🙃

♡• Once you've properly got a chance to talk outside of the game and form an unspoken sort of friendship, Chishiya finds himself intrigued by your personality. He wants to know how you think. How you feel. What you like and don't like. As the games and days go by, he's kind of borderline obsessed in this way 😂 because he's never really found someone interesting and special enough to catch his attention and hold onto it before, so with you, he's mesmerised in his own way.

♡• You can feel his stare from a mile away and damn he's a shameless starer 😏 and him being him will just give you a smirk, hold your gaze and then look away again. It happens a lot, and it always leaves you puzzled. Or he'll wave at you from a different vantage point of a particular game like he did with Aguni. The other people in the game get kind of suspicious by how you're both so ahead, whispering to each other every now and then and making it out of everyone alive, but Chishiya doesn't really care. He doesn't make his partnership with you in games a secret unless it's necessary.

♡• He gets to that point of trusting your decisions and you as a person where he starts speaking his mind to you instead of quietly to himself as well, and when you're on the same page of finishing each other's sentences, Chishiya definitely compliments your thinking, especially when you pick up on something that he didn't. He looks uncharacteristically, mildly taken aback as he studies you for a quick moment, but then it's replaced with that signature smile with a hint of something more in those deep brown eyes. "Clever girl, aren't you?" It's not condescending at all, it's more admiration and fondness, enough to make you smile and look away.

♡• When Chishiya comes to the point where he realises that it's not just fondness as a captivating friend that he feels for you, it's turning into a lot more than he ever expected himself to feel. He has to be alone for a little while to think about it, since it's another life, another responsibility besides his own, and close relationships have always been something he's never thought right for him. Until you.

♡• Frustrates the hell out of him on the one side, but he doesn't want to deny and push it away either. So after a time, he'll come and find you again, and instead of straight up asking you out like a normal person, he'll softly comment about how you two just work, have a meeting of minds he's never felt before. Not only in games, but in other ways too. He's not sappy or anything, but it's obvious he really likes you by the unusually gentle look on his features.

♡• Just kiss him 😵 that'll seal the deal, and suddenly you're the power couple of the borderlands with a smug-looking grey-blonde haired man who casually says, "I guess we're in this together, then, hm?" in the sweetest and cockiest way, like you didn't just make out for a solid five minutes just a second ago. He's a surprisingly good kisser hehe

♡• He only really won games out of observance and amusement before, but since you've come into his life, Chishiya finds himself winning them in the hopes of seeing you again, and hoping even more that you'll both pull through to make it out of this twisted world and into a reality where you can have a proper relationship. That's what he wants. He wants you.

♡• A lot of people think he wouldn't be into PDA, and I agree to the point that he wouldn't go strutting around all affectionate and loudmouthed with you attached to his hip *cough* Niragi *cough* but I just know he'd be proud to have you as his partner, in and out of games, when you go to sign in for each one. Like the Jack of Hearts. You'll be watching everyone go mad and trick each other, the secret communications and all, while Chishiya watches with his casual, amused expression, sharing his snacks with you while your arms swing between you slightly as you hold hands.

♡• Again, power couple 100000% 😏 he knows it, he's silently proud and smug about it, but again, not a loudmouth. He won't hide your relationship in any way because he values it, but he won't make a big deal of it when the group start asking.

♡• Chishiya knows you can handle yourself, since he's seen you win games independently using your own skills and knowledge, but still, he doesn't want to take chances. Not with you. So outside of games, he'll give you precious insights into how he thinks, so that you can realise things more quickly and win more easily. Probably even goes as far as to help you win when you're sticking by communicating with you in a secret way too. You've got to stay alive for each other. That's his only priority. He refuses to even think about a mistake that could be made, and the price you'd have to pay. It won't happen, not with him around. And I mean, he's a doctor too, so if you get hurt, he'll fix it up pretty easily.

♡• If you get overwhelmed every so often by the deaths and the blood and the pain, like having to take a step back and control your breathing, stop yourself from crying, Chishiya will know straight away. He's not afraid to show part of his hidden soft side with you, even if it's only been a week or so since you've met or you're not officially dating - he's not shy. Just reserved. So he'll tilt your face to look him dead in the eye with a gentle touch, and whisper so only the two of you can hear, "Don't cry now. You've got to use that brain of yours to get back home with me. Understand? Come on, breathe, you can do it."

♡• Behind closed doors, he's a lot more open to affection. Chishiya is the warmest boy ever when you want cuddles after a particularly rough face card game, or just to be close to him. Sometimes you'll talk in hushed tones about your pasts, or what you'll do in the future outside of the borderlands, sometimes it's just a comfortable silence. He finds it hilarious when you make up stories and tell him exactly what you want to do back at home, like get a cat or travel somewhere and eat something particular. He'll be all teasing about it like, "I'm going to be dragged with you to all these places then, am I? Just because I'm a doctor and make good money, you're gonna spend it all for me?" "Yes." "Minx."

♡• He's a whole simp in his own way, so at the end of the day, when you make it out of there alive, you can take him anywhere. Chishiya hated his empty life anyways, so going back to it after all this effort would be ludicrous. He's a sweetheart really, for sure, just give him a little time, and he'll open up to you, be there for you whenever you need him... I want a Chishiya 🥲

[juyeonszn]

PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

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Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

[kolyasupremanxy]

Heyyy

So I had this really weird thought last night...how would the bsd boys (especially Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor) react, coming home to their girlfriend, who is laying on bed (with ear phones in and a deep frown on her face) after a long/stressful day and just stares at the ceiling and they try to get her all happy and joyful again ig?😂😂

I just KNOW Nikolai would absolutely use that position to jump on her and tickle/cuddle the living shit outta her

Sorry if that's too much, you're just the best bsd writer outta there😍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥 , 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 , 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 , 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 , 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff , Comfort

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.04k

𝐀/𝐧: I love this idea, anon, because I've been having a very bad day these days lol. Also, no, I'm not even good at writing. It's moonchery, ashthemadwriter, and stinkyme for me. They're my faves. Thanks for the compliment though.

—𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

As soon as Nikolai stepped into the room, he noticed his girlfriend laying on the bed with her earphones in, staring blankly at the ceiling. A frown etched deep on her face, indicating that it had been a tough day for her.

Without any warning, Nikolai pounced on the bed, landing next to her and causing the mattress to bounce slightly. His arms immediately went around her, trapping her in a warm embrace, as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.

"Hey, my little birdie, what's wrong?" he asked, his breath tickling her skin.

She flinched slightly before realizing who it was and removing her earphones. Her face broke into a small smile at the sight of Nikolai's silly grin and sparkling eyes.

"Long day at work, Nikolai," she said, sighing.

Nikolai's eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly to look at her face. "Aw, my poor little dove," he said, pouting. "Come here, let me make it better."

Before she could say anything else, Nikolai's fingers were already digging into her sides, eliciting a loud squeal from her as she squirmed under his touch. He tickled her relentlessly, grinning as he watched her laughter bubble up, filling the room with her joyous sounds.

As her laughter died down, Nikolai pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her hair. "I'm sorry you had a rough day, my love," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you."

He continued to hold her, rubbing soothing circles into her back as she relaxed into his embrace. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

Eventually, Nikolai broke the silence. "You know, my little birdie," he said, his voice playful once more. "I could tickle you forever and never get tired of it."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I know. You sadistic little quizmaster."

Nikolai chuckled at the nickname she had given him. "Guilty as charged," he said, grinning. "But seriously, let me know if you ever need me to make you laugh again. I'll always be here for you."

And with those words, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before settling back into their comfortable embrace. The room was filled with the sounds of their contented breathing as they enjoyed each other's company, feeling grateful for the love and support they had in each other.

—𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Fyodor entered the room, his long black coat swishing behind him as he strode across the floor. He noticed his girlfriend lying on the bed with her earphones in, staring at the ceiling with a deep frown on her face. He could sense her stress and knew that something was bothering her.

Without a word, Fyodor sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand gently on her arm. She flinched slightly at his touch, but then relaxed as she realized it was him.

"Fyodor, what are you doing here?" she asked, taking out her earphones and sitting up.

"I sensed that something was troubling you," he replied calmly. "I came to see if there was anything I could do to help."

She sighed and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Fyodor wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she began to tell him about her long and stressful day.

As she spoke, Fyodor listened intently, his sharp purple eyes focused on her face. He could sense the depth of her emotions and the turmoil she was going through. He knew that he needed to do something to help her.

"Fyodor, I don't know what to do," she said, her voice breaking as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Fyodor brushed her tears away with his thumb and held her tighter. "Shh, it's okay," he said soothingly. "I'm here for you. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

He continued to hold her, listening to her every word as she poured out her heart to him. He didn't say much, but his mere presence was enough to calm her down.

Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from the long day. Fyodor carefully laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket, tucking her in like a child.

He sat there for a while longer, watching her sleep, his thoughts a jumble of emotions. He knew that he loved her more than anything, and that he would do anything to make her happy. He would protect her from any harm that came her way, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had.

Fyodor leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, whispering softly, "I love you," before turning and walking out of the room, his mind already working on a plan to make her day brighter.

—𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Dazai had just finished a long day at the Armed Detective Agency. He was exhausted, his mind still buzzing with all the cases and investigations he had been working on. He couldn't wait to go home, lay down and relax. However, as he walked through the door of his apartment, he was met with an unexpected sight.

His girlfriend was lying on the bed, her earphones in, a deep frown etched on her face. She was staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. Dazai immediately noticed that something was off, and he knew he had to do something to cheer her up.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "What's wrong?"

His girlfriend let out a heavy sigh and took out her earphones. "It's just been a really stressful day," she said. "Work was a nightmare, and I feel like I'm drowning in all the responsibilities I have."

Dazai nodded, understandingly. "I know the feeling," he said. "But you know what always cheers me up when I'm feeling down?"

"What?" his girlfriend asked, looking at him curiously.

"A good joke," Dazai replied, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in making people laugh."

With that, he launched into a series of hilarious jokes and puns, each one more ridiculous than the last. His girlfriend couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, and soon enough, she was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face.

Dazai was pleased with himself. He loved making people laugh, especially his girlfriend. He knew that she was under a lot of stress, and he was glad he could help her forget about it for a little while.

As they lay in bed, laughing and talking, Dazai couldn't help but feel grateful for his girlfriend's presence in his life. She was his anchor, the one person who could always bring him back to reality when he was lost in his own thoughts. He was determined to do everything in his power to make her happy, no matter what.

The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, talking about anything and everything. They were in their own little world, free from the stresses and worries of the outside world.

In the end, Dazai realized that sometimes, all it took to make someone happy was a little bit of silliness and humor. And he was more than happy to provide that for his girlfriend, whenever she needed it.

—𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

Chuuya Nakahara had just returned home after a long day of work. He was looking forward to relaxing and perhaps having a glass of wine, but when he entered his bedroom, he found his girlfriend lying on the bed with earphones in, looking stressed and unhappy. He could see the frown on her face from across the room.

"Hey," Chuuya said, approaching the bed. "What's wrong?"

His girlfriend didn't respond. She just stared up at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.

Chuuya sat down on the bed next to her and gently took out one of her earphones. "What are you listening to?" he asked.

His girlfriend sighed and sat up, taking out the other earphone. "Just some music," she said. "I've had a really stressful day at work."

Chuuya nodded, understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

His girlfriend shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I'm just so tired and stressed."

Chuuya could see that his girlfriend needed something to cheer her up. He thought for a moment, then got an idea. "Hey, how about we go out for a nice dinner tonight?" he suggested. "We can go to that new Italian place you've been wanting to try."

His girlfriend's eyes lit up a little at the suggestion. "That sounds nice," she said.

Chuuya smiled. "Great, let's get dressed up and make a night of it," he said. "I promise it'll make you feel better."

As they got ready for their night out, Chuuya made sure to pay attention to every detail, from picking out the perfect outfit for his girlfriend to styling her hair just right. He knew that the little things mattered, especially when his girlfriend was feeling down.

During dinner, they laughed and talked about everything from work to their dreams for the future. Chuuya made sure to keep the conversation light and entertaining, and soon his girlfriend was laughing and smiling again.

By the end of the night, Chuuya could see that his girlfriend was feeling much better. "Thank you for tonight," she said, as they walked back to their apartment. "You always know how to cheer me up."

Chuuya smiled. "Of course," he said. "That's what I'm here for." He took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I love you," he said.

His girlfriend smiled back at him. "I love you too," she said. "Thank you for being so wonderful."

Chuuya felt a warmth in his chest at her words. He knew that he would always be there for his girlfriend, no matter what. And seeing her happy and smiling was all the reward he needed.

—𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

Ranpo Edogawa was skipping down the hallway, humming a tune that he had just made up. He had just finished solving another case with the Armed Detective Agency, and he was feeling quite proud of himself. As he approached his apartment, he could hear some music playing inside. He opened the door and saw his girlfriend lying on the bed with earphones in and a deep frown on her face.

"Hello there, my dear," Ranpo exclaimed, bouncing over to her. "What's wrong? Why are you frowning like that?"

She looked up at him, still wearing the earphones. "Just had a long and stressful day at work," she replied with a sigh.

Ranpo's expression immediately changed to one of concern. "Oh no, that's terrible. You need to relax and have some fun!" he said, pulling out a bag of candy from his pocket.

His girlfriend gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Ranpo, but I don't really feel like having candy right now."

Ranpo's face fell. "But candy makes everything better! Come on, try some," he said, holding out the bag.

She sighed and took a piece, unwrapping it slowly. Ranpo watched with a grin as she took a bite and her face lit up with a smile.

"See? I told you candy was the answer," he said, taking a piece for himself.

His girlfriend chuckled. "You're such a child, Ranpo. But I love you for it," she said, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Ranpo's face lit up with delight. "Yay! You love me! I knew it all along," he said, jumping up and down on the bed.

His girlfriend couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior. "You're such a goofball," she said, shaking her head.

Ranpo's smile widened. "Yep, that's me! But I'm your goofball," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug.

His girlfriend couldn't help but smile as she leaned into the embrace. Despite his childish behavior, she knew that Ranpo truly cared about her and always knew how to make her feel better.

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[roseykat]

Hyunjin would be super attracted to someone that's not interested in him at first. My boy is so used to have people throw themselves at his feet wherever he goes that, the moment someone doesn't give him that same attention, he's hooked. He wants to, needs to know more of her.

And he gets very turned on when she speaks back at him and isn't easily impressed

oh this concept is so FUCKING good 😩 you’ve done it again 😍😍

He’d so try to get to know her without wanting to come across as a creep but it’s not his fault because he’s just so interested in her. It’d be so funny when he tries to make a move on her but she just brushes him off that it makes his ego sting a little bit since he’s not used to subtle rejection or just any type of rejection at that since as you mentioned, people throw themselves at Hyunjin.

When he starts hanging around her, she’ll ask him directly like ‘why do you always feel the need to follow me around?’, ‘haven’t you got anything else better to do?’ Or, ‘can’t you go hang out with your other friends or something?’

And he’d just sit there with twinkling hearts in his eyes, staring up at her, and straight up reply, saying:

‘Because I like you’,

‘I just think you’re the prettiest’,

Or ‘I think we’d look good together.’

She can’t really tell if Hyunjin is joking or not so doesn’t really take his answers for face value and just goes about her day. Every now and then she wonders what people actually see in him past his looks. She can admit that he’s attractive but doesn’t see any interest in Hyunjin.

For some odd reason, he likes being ignored like that. For her to talk to him in such a backhanded way. It makes him realise that she could say anything to him - insult him, call him stupid or something and he’d get hard. There are some things that he’ll never mention to her however, like the amount of times he’s jerked off to the thought of her, how he’d wrap his hand around his own throat and squeeze, trying to imagine that it was her hand. The way he moans her name whenever he spills over his own fist…

It’s feverish the way that he thinks about her and would love to make her his. That being said, he’s not a fan of forcing a connection. He wants to try his best to let things manifest themselves organically because he is really taken by her and thinks she’s special. Hence the slight obsession he has.

He can only imagine the things that people would think or say if they both started seeing each other. Most of the time people want Hyunjin solely for his looks or assume that he’s good in bed - which he is. So he takes pride in knowing that those people could only imagine that he fucks her well. That he sedates her with his cock every other night. How they wish that, that were them.

If she did end up going out with him, Hyunjin would be so grateful and even then would still continue to chase her love and attention.

[tomssexdoll]

hey chat hear me out on this thought ok😈. so like any era of blonde bill and he convinces reader to do a photoshoot w/ him but it’s like sexual idk how to describe it. bill sitting in a fancy chair and reader sitting in his lap, facing him. or reader on their knees looking up at bill who’s out of frame and his hand gripping their chin and the only way you know it’s his hand is cuz of his tattoo HAAHAHHDURRR and then when they both go home, bill fucks reader into the oblivion. thx queen 😍🙏

YESSS

My little model

PAIRINGS: Bill 2015? x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill finally convinces y/n to do a photoshoot with him, but not just a normal photoshoot, a lewd, sexy one with suggesting poses, he gets super turned on seeing her in all the sexy lingiere and when they get home they get freaky ofc A/N: meowing to thisphoto WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (riding), sucking d, fingering, description of lewd outfits and poses

Bill has been trying to convince me to do a lewd photoshoot for weeks now, I've kept on saying no because it was so awkward doing those kinds of poses in front of so many people, what if they got leaked to the press? He had asked me about 10 times to which I had rejected but this time he convinced me.

His excuse was that I'd look so sexy and what if he needed photos of me when he was away on tour? I sighed and finally agreed, he was super happy and called the place, booking a photoshoot.

The day of the photoshoot came and I was super nervous, what were they going to make me wear and what poses was I gonna do? Was I gonna look bad on camera? Bill could sense my anxiety and held my hand tightly, rubbing his thumb over the skin. I looked up at him and he smiled softly, giving me a reassuring look.

As we arrived, we were greeted by 3 photographers and some lights people, the head photographer ushered me to a table, showing me the lingiere. I had a good feeling about this place, it was really fancy and the lingiere had been newly bought, in their packages. I stared in awe at the silky and lacy sets beneath me.

"Pop this one on first and then we'll do your makeup honey" he smiled, handing me one of the sets. I happily walked to the changing rooms, changing into the lingiere. I gasped in the mirror, it was a 2 piece lacy black set with pink bows and suspenders connected to lacy thigh high socks. I looked so slutty and I knew Bill would eat this up.

I walked out, careful so Bill didn't see me and got my hair and makeup done. I snuck onto the set and watched as Bills eyes widened, his breath hitching. I smirked and got into position.

He was on a fancy kings type of chair, covered with red velvet material, Bill was wearing baggy black shorts with a black flannel and nothing undernearth, exposing his delicious abs.

I got onto his lap, facing towards him, his hands flew to my ass, cupping both cheeks gently. The photographer approved everything and I turned my head to look at the camera, the camera clicking and taking the photo, lights flashing slightly.

Before I could get up Bill grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto his lap again, snaking his arms around my waist and whispering in my ear, "you're so sexy..look what you're doing to me baby..." he pulled me further onto him, his erection pressing into my ass. I gasped and smacked his hand "Bill not now!" I scolded him and he winced as I got up, getting into another position.

The next position was me bent over his lap, his hand resting on my ass and my hand resting against my cheek. His erection poking into my chest.

After a few more sets of lingiere and positions we finally made it to our last one, but it was nothing compared to the others. I had a small lack lacy thong and nipple covered in the shape of hearts. This was Bills idea and he had permission to take the photo. I got on my knees and Bills hand gripped my chin, making me look up at him.

When he took the photo I grabbed the camera, looking at it to see how I looked, but the only thing I could focus on was his hand, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer "see how my hand is the frame, if it ever gets leaked everyone will know whose it is and who you belong to" he whispered softly, his hot breath against my ear, I bit my lip and looked up at him "let's hope it doesn't get leaked" I sighed and walked back to the changing room, changing back into my clothes.

As I finished the head photographer gifted us all the lingiere I used, Bill smirked darkly, we thanked the photographers as they told us there'd be copies in the mail and digital ones emailed to Bill.

Bill raced to the car, dragging me with him and shoving all the outfits in the back, he grabbed my hand and grazed it over his aching cock, "fuck..that was torture baby..you were so sexy" he bit his lip, cock painfully throbbing in my hand as I palmed it over his shorts.

"Can't wait to go home..fuck.." he mumbled and fumbled with the keys, starting the car and speeding back home. As we got home he dragged me in, shoving me onto the bed.

"Put any of them on..please..fuck.." he groaned, I picked one of the packages, it was called a bustier, it had pink velvet material covering my torso completely and leaving a little strip of lace that covered the underwear area, he whined as he saw me in it again, grabbing me and sitting me on his lap.

"Such a naughty girl..teasing me like this.." he pushed his pants and boxers off, revealing his hard, throbbing cock, precum leaking at the tip. He groaned and gently stroked it, my heat burning up as I watched him.

"Please..put it in me.." I whimpered, hovering my clothed heat over his length, he smirked and moved the panty part to the side, rubbing his tip teasingly on my clit, "don't tease!" I moaned softly and digged my nails into his arms.

I slowly sat down onto his cock, my pussy engulfing it completely. He stretched me out so good, the pain becoming pleasureable. "Fuck..so good" he rolled my eyes back, holding onto my hips tightly.

I started to slam my hips into his, riding him roughly. He let out whoreish moans, nearly ripping off the lingiere as he tried to let my tits out, "ah ah! gentle!" I grunted, he chuckled "sorry baby, i'm excited" he grabbed my tits roughly as they bounced up and down.

He latched onto one of my nipples, sucking roughly and softly biting, causing me to yelp. He smirked at my reaction, continuing to teasingly bite on my nipples, I picked up my pace, his cock slamming deep into my pussy, hitting my g spot deliciously.

"So sexy..all mine.." he mumbled onto my tits, slobbering all over them and leaving small hickeys on my chest and neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to bounce up and down on his cock, his length sliding in and out of me so smoothly.

I felt tension building in my stomach, "fuck! g'nna cum!" I whimpered, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, his cock ramming into my hole and abusing my sweet spot.

"Cum for me schatz..be a good girl" he whispered in my ear, slamming his cock into me, helping to meet my thrusts. I felt the tension finally let go, my orgasm crashing down.

As he felt my pussy tightly clench around his length he groaned loudly, shooting his cum into me deeply, coating my insides white. I panted and fell forward onto his chest, him also falling backwards.

We layed there for a bit, then he grabbed my almost limp body, turning me around and shuffling back onto the bed. "Let me fuck my cum into you, hm?" he nibbled on my earlobe, I nodded and spread my legs, feeling his hand slither down to my wet pussy, 2 digits entering slowly.

He was knuckle deep and thrusting harshly, pushing the cum back into my pussy because it threatened to leak out. I moaned as his fingers curled against my g spot.

The overstimulation start to build up slowly, usually we rested for a while before doing something else but this time Bill was desperate for me. His fingers slid in and out of me so perfectly, they were once slender and long but now were a bit thicker, making it feel even better.

I looked down and watched as his tattoo filled fingers disappeared into my pussy, his and my cum making squelching noises and they mixed together, like he was stirring a potion.

I held onto the sheet tightly, his hard cock pressed against my back as I took his fingers so well. "Such a good girl for me" he moaned into my ear, his thrust becoming more brutal, fingers pounding into my tight cunt and hitting my g spot so perfectly.

I started to feel the overstimulation get more noticeable, "Bill..too much..can't..handle.." I threw my head back and whimpered, "cmon baby..just a little more" he mumbled reassuringly, I nodded lazily and felt my orgasm chase closer.

My pussy clenched around his fingers again, I let out a high pitched moan before cumming all over his fingers, my body shuddering. "Such a good girl..see you did it" he smirked and retracted his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking all the slick off.

"Get up baby and get on your knees..that photo is still driving me fucking crazy" he ordered and I obliged, slowly getting off my bed, my shaking legs falling to my knees on the cold, hard floor.

Bill stood up and hovered over me, his cock standing so perfectly, aching and waiting for me to suck it. I grabbed it with one hand and softly pumped it, then popping it in my mouth and softly sucking, feeling the buldging veins on my tongue.

I swirled my tongue on his tip, eliciting a low moan out of him. He grabbed my hair and pulled on it softly, guiding my mouth onto his cock. Bobbing my head up and down at a cruel pace, making me gag on his cock.

"So good..fuck.." his head lolling back, I moaned on his cock, saliva building around my mouth.

He looked down at me again, our eyes meeting, full of lust and desire. I felt the tension build in his cock, twitching and throbbing. I smirked and continued to suck him off, his hand his tangled in my locs.

"Fuck!" he cried out and held my head with the both of his hands, shooting his cum into my throat. I choked a little and swallowed, he slowly pulled out and tapped my chin, signalling for me to open my mouth. I obeyed and stuck out my tongue, showing him I swallowed everything. He grinned and picked me up, taking my lingiere off and placing me into the shower.

"Let's clean up and go check out those photos, I can't wait to see them" he chuckled as we both washed all the cum and sweat off ourselves.

After the shower we rushed to the computer, clicking on the email and opening the file. As the photos generated Bill stared in awe, my eyes widened at the quality and how sexy I looked "fuck..I look so good" I covered my mouth with my hand, shocked.

"You look fucking sexy, i'm gonna have a fieldtrip with these photos on our next tour.." he tapped my ass softly.

E/N: this is one of my favourite fics i've written, the idea is so good

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: very brief mention of trauma, sukuna is an ass, alcohol, mild sexual content but no smut just yet

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*Yuji is aged up but there will be no sexual stuff with him except maybe like a brief mention but yeah*

Chapter 3 Here!

@dressycobra7

Chapter 4: Quite the Teacher

You did your best to avoid Sukuna most of the time after that and eventually Yuji left your apartment to pick up a few changes of clothes, so you were left alone with Sukuna again. Sukuna was an enigma to you and you to him. Before you could interact with Sukuna, he'd have to watch you through Yuji even though most of the time he did his best to stay away from Yuji. When Sukuna was first reawakened, he was obsessed with fucking around with Itadori and pushing his buttons, but Yuji was far too stubborn to break so eventually Sukuna gave up. Now, he has the perfect opportunity to get quality entertainment but of course he's stuck with an overly sensitive human that has spent the past few days crying or eating. Its no fun when he can't get a reaction out of them, you'd break too fast for his liking. Yuji doesn't break at all, in fact, each time Sukuna pisses off Yuji, he mostly ignores him.

After a few days, you decided you would go to class even if you didn't want to. Yuji agreed that it was good for the sake of normalcy and explained not to worry about Sukuna because he'd most sleep on the ground somewhere or lay down his seats in the car. So long as Sukuna chooses to follow Yuji around, he won't have to be stuck with you. And yet... here he is, staring over your shoulder while you try to listen to the lecture. It felt so awkward having Sukuna hovering above you, just standing to your left while no one else can see him. You have no idea why he decided you'd be the best to follow and you weren't very flattered by it. It took everything for you to not react. The professor would keep talking and then Sukuna would make some side comment about the information he's trying to teach or make a comment about what one of the other students is doing. It didn't help if they were funny and you had to do the most not to laugh.

The monster has always been attentive, things would catch his eye that no one else would from his hundreds of years worth of battle experience. Humans have always had interesting habits to him, some that were entertaining and others that were plain annoying. For example, in the show he was watching, there were humans that were fond of being suspended in intricate patterns and tortured pleasurably which seemed counterintuitive to the human urge to survive. On the other hand, there were more annoying habits, like the humans that obsessed over adjusting their clothing to always look a certain way, as if others' opinions made them so insecure it was palpable. To him, if another judges, why not just show them to mind their own business? Sadly, you were one of those that seemed preoccupied with others views of you. And one that was too timid to tell others to mind their business.

You got up to go to the bathroom and he followed behind you. "Hey," you said once you were out the door, "can you stand further away from me? Or like teleport to Yuji or something?"

With his observational skills, he could tell you were uncomfortable with him watching you, as much as you initially tried to hide it. "Why can't I stand next to you?"

"It feels weird! You keep on staring at me!" You entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

"Weren't you staring at me all day yesterday?" He said through the door.

Your face got hot, but not in embarrassment, more so frustration. You really didn't want to leave class as boring as it was, you just wanted to be isolated from Sukuna from a moment and especially his peering eyes. Sukuna wanted to push you as much as he also wanted to know how your brain works, frustratedly his only choice was to stalk you. (It is not his only choice, he’s not good at asking questions.)

When you exited the bathroom, you came face to face with him and you couldn’t help but look into his eyes, you’d never seen real life red eyes before, and never this many on one face. Sukuna didn’t make any comments about your staring but it certainly amused him whether or not he’d admit it. You looked away and started to walk back to class, but this time he decided to sit outside of the room and rest on two of his arms.

Once you reached the end of the day, you were reunited with Yuji which you were beyond grateful for. You have no fucking idea how he tolerates having Sukuna with him at all time or at least in proximity. You can practically have zero privacy unless a door is between you! And did Sukuna watch him as much as he watches you???? You assumed he had just gotten used to it over time and you sincerely hoped you would too. You really hadn’t chewed on the fact that you’re actually stuck with him for life and you wondered if Yuji had accepted that as well. Did Sukuna?

Yuji suggested going to get some drinks tonight, a little pick me up to get you out of your head and while you originally opposed the idea, you decided maybe it’ll take your mind off the trauma and Sukuna. Before that, the three of you went to your place and you slept for nearly the whole day before you sat back to do work, which helped to bring you back into your body and not your thoughts. Then it was 8pm.

You wanted to go out at a seemingly normal time and just throw back a few in peace and maybe talk to a few people while you were at it. Since you all decided to ride in your car, Sukuna was lucky enough to have ample space for once. You didn’t know if he really wanted to follow you around or if the binding made it so that he couldn’t leave either of your sides and Yuji was also wondering the same thing, he just didn’t want to stir the pot. When you arrived at this cute little bar, you were met with Megumi, Yuji’s boyfriend.

“Hey!” You ran up to the man sat at the bar. “I haven’t seen you in a little bit!”

Megumi smiled and waved while Yuji placed a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah, I’m back in town. I visited my sister for a few days.”

Yuji sat down beside him. “I’m so happy to see you!!!” He was ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear. Looking at the boys, they seemed like opposites. Yuji being a super jubilant, bright eyed, pink haired, and muscular dude versus Megumi being a somber, dark eyed, dark haired, more athletic build. It was charming to you, but clearly, the touchy feely stuff made Sukuna groan. He sounded like a grossed out kid.

“I already ordered some shots.” Megumi said. “I know Yuji and Nobara would down them super fast.”

The name made your eyes light up. “Oh is she coming?” You loved when she was around since you were able to complain about men together.

Megumi nodded. “She’s in the bathroom, we came together.”

Sure enough, she was out as soon as he said that, pulling her tube top up and running to you. You outstretched your arms to hug her as if you hadn’t seen her in ages and, of course, another groan from Sukuna. Nobara started pattering on, telling you all about the past few weeks and why she hasn’t been around as much. You kept on giggling and it was like you forgot Sukuna was there. the demon had found his way to a corner and opted to people watch while you continued to bore him. He was still attentive to you, wondering how long he was going to be stuck here watching you all.

Over the past few years of watching Itadori, he learned to find ways to entertain himself, be it creating stories in his mind or thinking about his life. When he felt the urge to mess with people, considering he was able to interact with objects, he loved giving people a spook. One thing he will miss is constantly spooking you, now that you’re aware of his presence, it’ll be much harder. A poor dude decided to turn his back so Sukuna shifted his drink over to the other end of the table. The man didn’t notice it at first, so he did it again. The second time had the man blinking and looking around like crazy. Then Sukuna saw that someone left their keys on the table so naturally, he took them and hid them on the floor under the table. Then of course, he went into the bathrooms and decided to shake the stall doors. Well populated places like this were his favorite outings, he could fuck with whatever he’d like, especially because Yuji couldn’t lecture him without looking like he’s insane.

Sukuna’s acts didn’t go unnoticed by you and as you watched him you realized that a lot of the shit you went through with Yuji was Sukuna’s fault! Oh yeah, when this alcohol induced confidence kicks in, you’re going for his ass.

Nobara noticed that you were downing a million drinks so she put her hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you tryna get dicked down tonight or did something happen?”

You nearly choked on your drink. “Listen, liiiisteeen.” You stretched the second word and slammed your drink down. “I am never letting a man even think about my vagina ever again!”

Nobara put her hands up. “Oh? Finally gave up, huh?”

You scoffed. “Gave up??? Nah, I learned that none of them are worth it! I’ve decided that the next man I fuck will have to eat it first, kiss it too! And also he needs to walk the walk as much as he talks. Each dick I’ve been near recently has just been god awful.” You couldn’t help but rant while she looked at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, for real. It’s only right they get you to nut first!” She agreed, slamming back another. “There’s this guy they’ve been talking about you know. He’s a little bit older but not too much, but they say he eats like he’s starved.” She licked her lips and nudged you.

“I need proof!”

She pulled on your arm. “It’s rumors for sure, but he’s really fucking hot.” Pulling out her phone, she opened up Instagram and showed you his account.

“Oh my fuck—“ you gaped. “His hair!!! His eyes!!!!!” It’s true. He’s tall as fuck, has Snow White hair, bright blue eyes, and is built not as much as Sukuna, but built. Not to mention his cocky grin and how his sunglasses sit on the end of his nose. “But he’s one of those guys who knows they’re hot, those guys are red flags!”

She shushed you. “Listen, y/n, he’s totally your type. You’re more in his age range and he supposedly likes girls like you. You should DM him!”

You thought on it for a minute, you are a few years older than your friends and even if he’s a bit older, he’s got a good reputation. Scrolling through his account, he’s sexy as hell, has sexy friends, and frequents this same bar. She must’ve heard about him from the other girls here. “Who is the other guy here?”

Nobara tapped on the image and went to his account. “Oh yeah, he’s the darker type. Suguru and Satoru, funny.” She read their names and you looked at both of them. That’s one hell of a threesome idea.

“You like those kinds of men?” Sukuna’s voice boomed behind you.

You turned around fast but then remembered no one else can hear or see him, except Yuji. “Oh.” You turned back around and Nobara lifted a brow.

“What’s up?” She asked, peering behind her to see what you were looking at.

“It’s nothing.” You responded, now looking up the men on Instagram.

Sukuna spoke again. “They seem to be rather proud of themselves. From my experience, they break the hardest.”

You tried to not talk back, but the alcohol was definitely making your temper rise. Yuji was an expert at drowning out Sukuna at this point so he didn’t even notice your distress, not to mention the alcohol and his pretty boyfriend had his attention more than you. Sukuna, for once, hadn’t picked up on it either.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.”

Now Itadori was looking at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just gotta get something really fast.”

Nobara grabbed your arm. “I’ll come with it’s not safe.”

You pushed away your hand. “It’s fine, I’ll be safe.” That’s true, you could just tell Sukuna to save you. You exited the bar and when you got to your car, you looked around to make sure no one was there and sure enough, Sukuna decided to follow you.

“Hm, did I irritate you?” He looked slightly amused.

You did not. “Yes! You won’t shut the fuck up!” You were pissed now, arms crossed and looking at him like he’s crazy.

“Oho? You do have some fire, huh?” He was grinning now, both pairs of arms crossed.

“You’ve been an ass to me since we’ve met and I’ve been beyond nice to you! It’s like all you want to do is piss me off, Yuji too! I literally just went through the most traumatizing experience of my fucking life and now you’re being an asshole to me! Watching me, making comments about the dudes I like, and being an absolute shithead!”

As you yelled at him, his face softened a bit. He let you rant at him before speaking up. “I’m impressed you’re willing to speak to me like this. You have more to you than I thought.”

Ouch, there he goes again. “What the fuck! I just told you about your shitty comments—“

“It was a compliment.” He interjected. “Personally, I love it when people don’t hold back.”

You didn’t know what to say. It’s like he was missing the entire point. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” You started to walk toward the bar, ready to drink some more.

“No, you should say more. Tell each person that’s hurt you to shut the fuck up. Like you did me.” He was grinning again and you stopped walking, looking toward the ground. “I’m being serious. I seriously don’t intend or have intended to hurt you, I just think you need to speak your mind more, raw emotion and boldness looks good on you.”

Spinning around to face him again, you could feel your throat tightening. He looked… genuine. “Were you trying to piss me off on purpose?”

Sukuna shook his head, pushing out his lower lip. “I’ve been told I push buttons, past and present. I must admit,” he laughed, “I love to tease.”

“So you were trying to piss me off?”

He laughed a bit harder. “No, no, I’ve been holding back. It’s not fun to kick someone when they’re down. I think I’m starting to find you more interesting, so I especially wouldn’t do that.”

He finds you interesting? What the hell does that mean? “So you thought I was boring, me?”

He cocked his head. “You and the brat are stupid so you’re entertaining, but watching you these past two days have made me realize something.”

You narrowed you eyes.

“You have a fire, it just needs a little push. Luckily, I’m quite the teacher.” One of his hands went to his chest as though he was crossing his heart. “Keep stoking that fire, brat, it’s quite entertaining.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just went back inside. Everyone was confused but you decided to ignore it and drink up a little more. If one good thing came out of tonight, that was you forgetting all about the previous nights. Now, you can’t get Sukuna’s words out of your head. Hell, it’s the only thing you thought about, so you went and forgot to do your homework. And also forgot to eat dinner.

It was 1am when you all decided to leave and you were passed the fuck out so Yuji had to carry you and strap you into the passengers seat. Really, he shouldn’t be driving either, but he’s not stupid enough to give Sukuna the wheel even though he offered with a shit-eating grin on his face. Yeah, less worried about his driving skills and more due to the fact that it’d look like a ghost driving the two of you. Yuji went inside with you and tried to wake you up to shower and change, but you opted to remain sleeping. After your argument (one-sided), Sukuna couldn’t help but feel bad. He’s not one to be exceptionally emotional, but he’s been seriously trying to give you advice, he isn’t used to being around normal people, he used to those who grin and bear it for the sake of strength and power, not people who actually feel their emotions. He’s not one to have a soft spot, but something about you evokes emotions he once tried to fully repress for the sake of survival. He doesn’t get it. At all.

You don’t get it either.

Why exactly that night, for the first time since it had happened, why you didn’t have nightmares. And why, instead of dreaming about the two men on instagram, you dreamt of Sukuna lapping at your clit. And also why did you like it so much?

[moontearpensfic]

Controversial Snippet

Here is a snippet for the sequel to Love, Murder, Horcrux, in which Minister for Magic Tom turned his Quidditch star husband (Harry, duh) into a Horcrux.

I get asked about progress for this series, and I've seen some despairing bookmarks, but don't worry! I haven't forgotten it! 😍 Soon (TM).

"You two look like as though you're having fun." The low chuckle runs over the back of Harry's neck. Though he knew Tom was here thanks to their Horcrux bond, he still sucks in a breath when he looks up and sees him approaching from behind Harry. Not a curl on his head is out of place. His beard is trimmed close to his face and immaculate, as always. The robes he's chosen for the day are their usual black, though bold white stitching flashes on his sleeves. Tall, pale, so handsome, those dark eyes of his boring into Harry, as if Siri isn't there at all. "I apologize for my tardiness," he says. "I was trapped in a meeting with the ambassador from Paraguay, and my translation spell was regrettably not up to speed." Harry finds that difficult to believe. Sirius laughs. "I can't imagine you struggling with a translation spell of all spells, Tom." The answering laugh Tom allows himself to have at that—open, a little throaty, not somewhat high and polite—makes Harry stare. "What's wrong, Prongslet?" Siri asks. Harry could tell his godfather the truth—that he demanded space from Tom and clearly isn't receiving any. That it hurts to see him here when things aren't well between them. But he remembers Tom's threat—Don't make me desperate, darling—and he reconsiders. "Tom looks so handsome," he settles on. "Sometimes, it's like I'm seeing him again for the first time."

[madame-fear]

Hi!! Could you please write a drabble for Fran Romero with prompts 84 and 112 (reader to Fran)? Thank you a lot 💕✨

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ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : Fran has the prettiest green eyes ever, no one can convince me otherwise ☝️😍💚 hope you like this my sweet love, and it was what you expected! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 913

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, friends to lovers (maybe?), a bit of a long drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (Fem!)Reader

⤿ 84. stargazing with [character] ⤿ 112. “has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

Late night escapades were a common occurence in the relationship you had with Fran— they were like fun little dates that had been happening ever since you met, helplessly growing closer and nearly being glued to one another constantly.

Each shared second together, helped relieve the chaos of the usually busy days. There was no better way to end the day, rather than spending the moment with each other’s presence— the possible stress brought with the day, slipped away leisurely in each fun little date; where no one could bother any of you.

It was undeniable that the way Fran treated you in such a special manner provoked little butterflies on your stomach to flutter their wings so delicately. Were you falling deeper for him the more you spent your time together, and with all the loving things he did for you? Perhaps. You didn’t want to admit it, not even to yourself— though, the growing crush was visibly there.

But, how could you not fall in love, when those beautiful green eyes admired you constantly in a way they didn’t admire anyone else, and he treated you in the most gentle manner like no one else?

Every idea Francisco proposed for you to spend time together, was each one more special than the last one. And this time? It included stargazing. You had a soft spot for gazing at the stars quietly, and Fran knew. So, what could be better than stargazing together? Admire the bright, vivid little stars shining in the dark sky, in the stillness of the night... Just the two of you.

A calming silence loomed between the two of you, as your bodies laid in the grass of a nearby park. No one seemed to be around at such late hours— it was the most appropiate moment, and place to stargaze together. His presence alone was already soothing enough for you, and stargazing by his side brought an intensely comforting warmth.

“That must be... Orion’s Belt.” craning your head towards his side, his index finger pointed at the sky, specifically towards the three line of bright stars. You hummed in agreement softly as you smiled at him, before pointing with your own index finger at a line of five stars, forming an oddly shaped W. “Yes, it is. And that one is Cassiopeia.”

A little proud grin formed on his thin lips upon knowing he had guessed some constellations. Fran only knew them because you had talked to him about it, and he had attentively listened to everything you told him. It was undeniable that when you spoke about something you deeply enjoyed, you seemed even prettier than you already were.

“See? I told you, I’m learning how to identify the constellations now.” he remarked. “I already guessed a few correctly, and it’s only because you got me interested in it.” tilting your head towards his side, you found him already staring at you— helplessly smiling to yourself at his own prideful grin. How could you not love Fran, especially when he acted in such an adorable manner?

His light green eyes discreetly lingered on your features for several seconds, before properly making eye contact as he spoke. Much like you often did, Fran appreciated each second to quietly admire you. The beautiful green colour on his eyes could be resembled to a precious pair of jade gemstones— and under the shining stars spread amidst the dark sky, they somehow managed to seem far more bewitching.

You could spend hours being stared by those eyes. And you could spend an eternity staring into his eyes, appreciating their beauty... Just how sweetly expressive they were, enough to make your heart flutter, or even skip a beat.

“Has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” those words mindlessly spurred from your lips. It seemed as if your own admiration won over your rational, conscious actions. Only a few several seconds passed until you slowly fell into realisation that you had exposed your admiring thoughts, but you couldn’t take it back.

Noticing how his eyes slightly widened in surprise, a faint rosy hue creeped on his pale cheeks. A wider grin quivered on his lips, scoffing playfully. The least of things Fran could expect, was you flattering him with such an adoring tone— though, it was obviously a pleasant surprise. It was easy for you to woo him.

“W-Well, no...” he began stuttering softly, feeling as his heart pounded slightly faster — and harder — at your words. “Not really, much less in that sweet tone of yours.” Fran remarked briefly, almost teasingly.

His body shifted closer towards your own, this time moving to sit on the side of his body, rather than laying down on the grass. “But I thought you were staring at the stars, not my eyes. Unless you fancy them that much?” the blonde haired Argentine retorted playfully, continuing to grin to himself.

Gods, how he loved teasing you back— especially when he had the opportunity of seeing that lovely face of yours getting entirely flustered. It could be considered payback for how you previously got him all crimson-coloured with your compliment, in a way.

Allowing a few seconds of silence to pass, with your eyes attentively fixing their stare on his own, you slightly smirked. “Well, I was staring at the stars... Initially.” you paused, before continuing.

“But now, I prefer to stare into your eyes. They are far prettier than any existing constellation.”

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Hii Kayy, congratulations on the 300 followers, again!!! It's amazing 😍😍

I was wondering if I can request the prompt “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!” with Eddie?? Thanks my friend. hope you have a wonderful day 😘

FRANCY THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!

i tried my best with this request and i hope i did it justice!!! i've been seeing those fan edits of eddie with glasses so i thought i would do something based off of that! let me know what you think and thank you again for this request and your endless support!!!!! 💫💘💋

Eddie rummaged through the bathroom medicine cabinet, sputtering obscenities when he couldn’t quite find what he was looking for, “Wayne!” 

His uncle shouted out a response, groaning when Eddie didn’t answer back, causing him to get up and see what was all the ruckus about, “What’s the matter?” 

Wayne leaned up against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, staring on at the mess cluttering the bathroom counter until choking on a laugh when his nephew turned to him. 

The black-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of Eddie’s nose. Those glasses that he hadn’t seen his nephew wear in a while since he transitioned to wearing contacts on a daily basis. 

Eddie shook his head, watching as Wayne failed to stifle his laughed any longer, clutching a hand over his mouth and trying to apologize over his snickers, “Sorry…you just—Sorry! Sorry!” 

“This is not funny! I don’t have any more lenses and she’ll be here soon—I can’t go on a date like this.” Eddie complained as if wearing glasses were a crime to humanity. 

By now, Wayne had settled down, taking a breath to calm his laughter before nodding at Eddie understandingly. He knew of you, and that you and Eddie had started a relationship together. He also knew Eddie really liked you…spending all his free time talking off his own ears about how kind and special you were—so if this was such a big deal for Eddie because of you, Wayne guessed he could make him feel a bit better by fixing the situation. 

“I’ll head to Walgreens and pick up your new pack…forgot about it last week.” Wayne apologized. Holding his hands up, Eddie tsked his tongue in disbelief before nodding his head. 

“Fine, fine…thanks—just try to be quick. Please.” He pushed out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway to his before looking back at Wayne with a pleading face. 

Wayne did a better job this time around at stifling his laugh and nodded, even going to check at the time on his watch, “Ill try to be quick…in the meantime, clean up your room, don’t let that girl see your room in such a mess.” 

With that, Wayne headed to the coffee table, picking up his keys, and snorted as Eddie yelled out, “Yes, dad!” 

He headed straight to his bedroom, bending down to pick up the stray clothes littering the floors and immediately tossed them into his closet. Shutting the door to conceal, and he would just have to deal with it later. Eddie attempted to make his bed to the best of his ability, straightening up his comforter, fluffing up the pillows…not like any magic would happen between those sheets, but he just wanted to be sure. 

His desk was tidied, the papers in a neat stack and his pens wound together with a rubber band. All his records were back on the makeshift shelf and he even put on his favorite album to calm his nerves from seeing the clock tick and still no contacts in his eyes. 

“Eddie? It’s me!” Your voice came cheerfully from the entrance of his trailer where you waited patiently, knocking on the front door. 

Shit. He didn’t expect you here so soon. Your date wasn’t until 2, but he did suggest that you could swing by a little earlier to beat traffic and hang out for a while. But he just didn’t expect him to look like such a doofus. 

After a few moments of silence, you called out for him again, “Eddie? Are you in there? Your van is in the front.” 

He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing the sides of his head, and shouting out a reply, “Y-yeah! Umm sorry! I couldn’t hear you through my music.” 

Eddie scrambled, looking around his room for any hope until you called out again, “S’ok! Can I come in?”

He froze. Two options laid in front of him. He could let you in and face the look of horror on your face when you find out he’s been deceiving you for the glasses thing. Or he could let you in and try to avoid his eyes until Wayne got home. 

Without the glasses, he’d be blind, so it had to be the latter.

“Yeah! The door should be unlocked…my room is right down the hall!” 

He pulled out his desk chair, hunching over and pulling his unruly curls to hide his face, as he could hear your glee when you let yourself in and headed to his room. 

“Hey rockstar.” You approached, stepping into his bedroom with your hands held nervously behind your back. 

This was the first time you’d been to Eddie’s place and his room was literally his sanctuary as he described it. Many posters and elements that made him him. Your Eddie that you adored. 

“H-hey! Sorry, I’m just finishing up this campaign thing before we leave.” He spoke, grabbing a piece of paper from the stack and a pencil, still never looking your way. 

You nodded quietly, walking closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder as you bent down for a kiss. Expecting it, you waited for him to turn towards you to plant his lips on yours, but he never did. Just continuing to scribble on the piece of paper in front of him. 

“Ummm, Eddie?” You furrowed your brows, tone filled with confusion as he only hummed and never turned your way. 

You straightened up, your hand dropping from his shoulder, “D-did I do something wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” 

A strained laugh came from him, followed by a “pshhh” only making you even more uneasy. As if he was trying to hide something from you. 

“Everything is cool, babe…just focused on this and I don’t want to lose my groove.” He reasoned. 

Looking closer at the paper, you saw it was the lunch menu, and he was drawing stupid shapes on it. 

He was lying. 

“This is the damn lunch menu!” You shrieked, swiping it off the desk only making him groan, forehead coming down to lay on his desk. 

You placed the menu down, take a step back from him, “Do you not want to see me anymore?” 

“What! No! No!” Eddie protested, head still up against the wood of the table where he rocked his forehead back and forth. 

“Then why won’t you look at me? You didn’t even greet me with a kiss like you usually do!”

You waited there, contemplating on leaving and almost doing so, until Eddie finally lifted his head from the desk, turning towards you with his eyes closed, then opening them. 

“Y-You wear—“ 

“Yes, I wear glasses alright…look this is embarrassing and yeah I was planning on telling you sooner or later, but I just don’t want you to think I look like a doofus or a loser because I really like you and—oh, umm, babe?” 

He was rambling, talking on and on about how ridiculous he looked, but the only thought flowing in your head was how ridiculously hot he looked. You found yourself in his lap, hands on both of his cheeks as he shut his lips tight and watched you carefully. 

“You’ve been hiding this away from me?” You murmured, eyes suddenly glazed with lust and your pupils blown wider than usual. 

He gulped, his own hands coming up to squeeze your waist, “W-well, yeah, but not on purpose…Wayne went to go pick up my new contact lenses so I can stop wearing these stupid—“ 

You pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up, “Shhh, don’t call these stupid.” Your fingers trailed up to trace the rim of his glasses. 

“These are the sexiest things. Ever.” Your voice dripped with honey and his own eyes widened at the sudden confession, something he wasn’t expecting. 

“These turn you on?!” He asked comically, and you laughed, throwing your head back and nodding your head. 

“Of course they do! Why would you think it didn’t?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, ridiculously and his face twisted, “I don’t know maybe because I look like a goddamn nerd—“ 

“A hot nerd.” You gushed, biting your lip as he furrowed his brow and laughed, a little more easily and freely than before. 

“Oh, come on! Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now. This is a serious situation, here!” 

Your hands trailed to wrap around his neck, putting your forehead against his, “How long until your uncle gets back?” 

He knew where this was going. The dark glimmer and the softness in your higher pitched voice. It always got him going. 

“Umm..” He pulled one of his arms away from your waist and looked at the watch, groaning as you made the first move to plant kisses on his neck and throat, “A-about fifteen minutes…twenty if we’re lucky.” 

You smiled against his skin, kissing his adam’s apple before retracting, “Do you think we could have some fun? These glasses are really doing it for me.” 

He nodded frantically, connecting your lips with a sigh and standing up from his desk and walking towards the bed with ease. 

“Don’t ever take these things off.” You said breathlessly, once he placed you down on the end of the mattress with a soft thump. 

Eddie nodded, pushing his glasses back up that had slid down the bridge of his nose. A smile, almost a coy one, expressed on his face, while he backed up, shutting and locking his door. 

“Didn’t know my four eyes would get you going like this.” 

You giggled, never minding his joke and urging him towards you with a flick of your finger. 

“C’mon! Show me what you got, baby.”