#i think i can toy with him as much as i want he is just a asshole with everyone

[flowersforbucky]

lacy

bucky barnes x reader

i don't usually write short drabbles for bucky but i miss him and thought i'd put this little thought into words to get out of a bit of a writing slump that i've been in ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ happy valentine's day, babies

summary: bucky doesn't remember undergarments having so much fucking lace in the forties. but he thinks he can get used to it.

warnings/tags: 18+ mdni, adult themes, sensuality and implied smut, language, reader is afab, sweet teasing and banter, tfatws era

word count: 770+

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“What? Was lingerie not a thing back in the forties?”

Bucky watches from his position on the bed as you unzip your cocktail dress, the fabric falling from your shoulders and to the floor around your feet. He lays back against the headboard, his hands crossed behind his head. His eyes roam from the strappy heels that you have yet to shed and up your legs until his eyes settle on the black lace thigh holster that connects to a garter belt and matching panties.

You remove the small pistol from the holster, placing it on the dresser beside you before stepping away from the pool of burgundy colored satin at your feet. You crawl onto the bed, the peaks of your breasts threatening to spill out of your bra. You look up at him with a raised brow, still awaiting an answer to your question.

“It was,” he hums. “Can’t say I ever saw anything quite like this, though.”

He’s never seen anything quite like you is what he’s really thinking, but he bites his tongue. His feelings for you are far from being a secret, but he sometimes worries that if he truly spoke his mind every time he thought about how attractive he finds you, he’d never shut up.

His words are still true, though. He’d seen plenty of silk nightgowns and camisoles, but this – the intricate floral embroidery, the lace-lined edges of the cups of your bra, and the way the tight material accentuates every one of your curves just right – this is new territory for him.

“Never?” you quip. You crawl over him, positioning yourself across his lap. His hands come to rest on either side of your hips, the contrasting warmth of flesh and iciness of vibranium eliciting goosebumps across your exposed skin. “Not even online?”

He digs the tips of his fingers into the meat of your hips with the faintest amount of pressure. He doesn’t miss the way it makes you squirm, your clothed center nudging against the growing bulge concealed by his jeans.

“Online?” He huffs a laugh. “I think you’re forgetting that I have a flip phone.”

“Would it convince you to finally get a smartphone if I said I’d send you pictures of me wearing shit like this?”

He laughs, confident that you’d do just that. Considering the fact that you had been teasing him during a mission just a few hours prior, he doesn’t doubt for a second that you’d be more than happy to utilize technology to make him flustered.

“Tempting,” he admits. He dips a metal finger under the waistband of your panties, toying with it before lightly popping it against your skin. “But I have a hard time believing that pictures could do the real thing justice.”

You roll your eyes, playfully poking him in a spot between his ribs that you know to be ticklish. “You’re no fun.”

As swiftly as he can, he flips you so that you’re now pinned between him and the mattress. You look up at him with wide eyes, taken off guard by the sudden change in positions. Still, you automatically spread your legs enough for him to lay between them. He hovers above you, his gaze trailing from the mounds of your breast that peak out from the confines of the lacy bra and up to your lips.

He sits back on his knees, pulling your thigh back so he can grab one of your feet in his hands. He slowly slips the high heel off, not taking his eyes off of you as he tosses it behind him on the bed. He repeats the motion with your other foot, and presses a chaste kiss to the inside of your ankle.

“I'm no fun, huh? Does that mean you don’t want to sit on my face?”

Teasing you a little won’t hurt, he supposes. You’re normally the one dishing it out, and he’s normally the one blushing like a school girl – but he’s got to admit, he likes the way you’re looking at him right now. His heightened senses pick up on the familiar scent of your arousal and your quickened heart rate. He doesn’t need you to vocalize how you’re feeling or what you want; your body gives you away.

“Are you gonna take all of this off of me, or am I gonna have to?”

Your voice is teasing, but Bucky doesn’t miss the edge of impatience that slips through. He chuckles, taking one last, long look at the frilly undergarments. He likes them a lot, he can’t deny it – but he likes you without them even more.

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[revelboo]

I was wondering if you would ever write for a bayverse mech? If so, could we maybe please get a bayverse Mirage fic? I love how goofy and unserious he is

Sure! He’s on my list, anyway

Valentine’s Oneshot-Mirage

ROtB Mirage x Reader

• “Oh, sweetspark. Baby, look at you,” he says, transforming and standing as you come down the stairs into the garage. Because this? He’s never seen you dressed up like this, that midnight blue material shimmering with your movements. “That for me?” Please, let it be for him. Maybe you’re finally coming around, because he’s been flirting. Trying to get your attention and you just laugh. Think he’s joking.

• “No, it’s not for you. That new guy at work asked me out.” And his grin falters, servos flexing and then tapping against his thigh. Why does he look like a kicked puppy all of a sudden? Uncertain, you toy with your hem. He flirts all the time, but that’s just him. Shameless teasing his style. It’s not like he was serious. Right?

• Primus, why does that hurt so much? The idea of you smiling for someone else. Would you let that guy hold your hand? Kiss you? Do more? How well do you know this person? Not better than you know him, so why? “You like this guy?” Wants to ask you to change. Maybe those baggy jeans you like and an oversized t-shirt. Something that doesn’t scream frag me. “I mean, of course you do. Never mind.” Running a hand over his helm, he paces. Just say it. Say anything to keep you from going out that door dressed like that to meet someone else. Just ripping his spark out with those soft hands.

• “He’s nice,” you say, watching him pace. And you’ve never seen him so agitated before. Wait, is he jealous? Hear his muttered ‘of course, he is.’ And he is jealous. Freezing as all of his shameless flirting shifts. All those little compliments, the way he’s constantly reaching to touch you, run a servo through your hair, against your back or arm. Biting your bottom lip you watch him press his servos against his helm venting loudly. “But, there is this other guy. He’s great.” Your best friend.

• There’s even more competition? Rocking to a stop, he stares down at you. “Yeah? You like him, too?” Doesn’t want to ask, doesn’t want to know. But can’t stop himself. You can love whoever you want, he’s still going to watch over you. Protect you even as it kills him inside. “Guess he makes you happy?”

• Heart racing, you fist your hem. If you’re wrong about this he’s probably going to laugh at you. “He’s my best friend. I mean he’s always cutting up, flirting, so I didn’t realize he was serious.” Shoulders lifting in a shrug, he stares at you, his hand slowly falling. Not saying anything. “He always has my back and I just, I’m sorry I didn’t realize, but I like him, too.”

• Him. Primus, you’re talking about him. Finally seeing him. “Yeah? Babe, this guy, he’d wait for you. Wait forever if he needed to. Because you’re worth it.” Going to his knees when you take an uncertain step his way and lay a little hand in his much bigger palm when he offers it. Trusting yourself to him. Other hand cupping you, he’s afraid to move as you reach up an arm and he slowly bends to let you curl it around his neck. Hugging him. “This guy loves you.”

[thetadispatcher]

The RK900 gave him a suspicious look, deciding he'd show some of his internal emotions to see what reaction he'd get from the human. He felt showing a little would help him get a better read of Bishop, and exactly what he wanted from his attempts to upset him.

"Possibly, I wouldn't know as I don't have much to base it on. The only siblings I've interacted with are an android and a human, and two half siblings." And he felt basing anything on Gavin's behavior would be pointless, his partner wasn't a good tool for learning as he seemed to have behaviors that only applied to him.

"Wouldn't be the first time, and I doubt it's far from the last time any government body will do that." Hugh said with a roll of his eyes, he wasn't excited to see how the military would handle it once they found out. He knew it would just be a bunch of lies and finger pointing, not them trying to use the situation to look good for anyone who was pro android. They'd likely find it wasn't worth it to take that angle for the situation as there wasn't enough humans like that to make it worth it.

"I did send him their way, that was the only task I could think to give him." Dan had sent Kelvin to help box up whatever toys the group had picked out, after he'd asked the other androids if there was anything they might need his help with.

"I'm sure he'd appreciate any help that she can offer with his memory issues, I have noticed he does seem a little upset when he's forgotten something he's learned." Kelvin seemed the most upset by his memory loss then anyone else, they'd just accepted that they would have to reteach the android certain things and that he wasn't deleting things on purpose, so there was no use getting upset with him.

"I don't think that thought cross their mind, and if it did, they likely didn't want to explain why they had sold him." Brent had been a gift, not something the studio had ordered, so they likely didn't have to explain why he'd been sold off after they'd pretended to appreciate the gesture.

"He's just up in the garage." Most of the industrial units hung out in the garage, he suspected it was due to the environment being more of what they were accustomed to, as many had never stepped foot into a house so it was new territory for them.

"I have to talk to the construction units anyways." Dan explained as he lead the way to the garage, through the door that connected to two buildings.

A bunch of male and female androids were standing around talking happily and laughing, well some were working on various projects in different sections of the garage.

Dan walked over to the group that was gathered around a car listening to a far younger looking male android explain something in a heavily accented voice. He turned to look at the PL600 as he finished and the group dispersed to do whatever he'd instructed them to do. "Break somethin'?" The android asked with a chuckled, his smile widening at the annoyed look Dan gave him.

"Perhaps, you looking to be next?" The PL600 replied, knowing the other wouldn't take the threat seriously or be offended by it. "Not right now, but I'll let ya know if I change my mind." The other responded cheerfully, clearly enjoying the banter.

The android leaned onto the car jack he'd been holding onto as he looked Rook over. "Now you I don't recognize, name's Ellis." He paused as Dan said something to him using their link. "I don't go by anything else, in case ya thought I renamed myself like Brent. Comin' up with names is hard, and I'm fine with the one I got. Suits me jus' fine." He explained now that he knew why they had come to see him.

"Yeah, I got myself thrown in the junkyard 'cause apparently I wasn't the 'hot seller' my owner thought I'd be. He was wrong a lot, but I' glad I don't have to deal with 'im anymore. Hard to miss a man who felt the need to correct me, like I didn't know how to do the thing I was made for." He rolled his eyes as he recalled the man who'd been his owner, there wasn't much he could say that was nice about him and he wasn't about to try.

"I'm fine with people talkin' to me 'bout who I was modeled after an' stuff, don't bother me. Or other video games, old ones really. Like Jazzpunk, that's an interestin' one."

It was difficult to read Bishop when he could maintain his usual frowny look regardless of the circumstances. His android counterpart specifically chose not to show a greater range of emotions, despite being more open about them, but the agent had spent several decades pretty much surgically removing his.

There was no reason for him to stick around to play a card game and chat when he could be off helping with important research back at the base. But since going back currently wasn't an option, a usually well hidden side of him was beginning to show as he specifically went out of his way to bother Nines.

He couldn't do otherwise. He had to antagonize the other person in the room who was keeping him from having full control of the exchange.

"That's what they all say." At least it was entertaining enough to keep him from trying to find enrichment by starting a fight.

"At this point, all the military can do is hide its involvement in case there is an investigation." He would know. He had done that plenty of times.

"Yes, you can ask Willow to give it a shot." Rook replied, "She might not have a long conversation with him, but she might be able to give you some more information on Kelvin or the way he thinks. It kinda sounds like he's trying to save the stuff you're teaching him on bad sectors of his memory. Maybe she can do something about that."

It was likely that Willow was still listening in on the conversation, but she found showing up with a solution to somebody's problems unprompted could feel a bit condescending. The best way to do this was to inquire her directly.

"That sucks. But at least they didn't start selling him around like a rare collectible." She would make sure to not bring the topic up with Brent though. He deserved to be treated like he was his own person. "Sure, I'd like to meet this other guy."

It was better than getting chased around by mutants.

[firefighterkinard]

My controversial opinion is that I do actually get why Tommy thinks he's just this shiny new toy in Buck's life and that Buck will eventually get tired of him and find a new one.

So much of how we know Buck feels about Tommy is conveyed to other characters and not Tommy himself. Buck shows how possessive he already is of Tommy when talking to Maddie and gets all happy when she asks Buck to tell her about Tommy. Buck tells Eddie that he can't stop thinking about Tommy. Buck tells Josh he can see a future with Tommy and that Tommy's needs are as important as Buck's own and that he thinks about Tommy when he isn't there.

Tommy never hears any of this. Buck never tells him on-screen.

What Tommy gets is "we dated the same woman, it was weird for me to find that out, move in with me" in a single conversation, with no time to process it (despite Buck needing to process it and talk to people about it). With the added bonus of Buck bringing up marriage soon after finding out Tommy was engaged to Abby.

In fact, the most information that Tommy ever gets onscreen about Buck's feelings for him leads up to Tommy kissing Buck. And then after "I wanted to get to know you" and "that something could be with you" conversation they apparently never went deeper than surface level conversations for six months. And the one scene we see involves Buck diverting the conversation away from how Tommy's dad being a lot like Gerrard, and obviously not wanting to talk about his own issues with his parents.

And I don't think it was intentional on Buck's part. I think he didn't want to talk about the shitty details of being a failed saviour sibling, and I don't think he wanted to make Tommy relive either his dad or Gerrard while on a date. Hell, I think it took them 6 months to talk about exes because Buck didn't want to scare Tommy off by telling him what he did to Taylor, or how he tried to hold on to Abby for months after she was already gone.

I think Buck was so happy with Tommy that he never considered actually telling Tommy that he liked Tommy, because obviously Tommy would know that, right? (He did not.) I think he got so excited over wanting Tommy to move in with him that he forgot to tell Tommy why he wanted him to move in.

If the writers were better (and if they hired queer people to write queer stories, which is a related problem), this would be a classic miscommunication plot.

[written-and-readen]

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR ANAXA SMUT HOWEVER YOU SPELL HIS NAME. What if he's like putting a vibrator on our clit while moving it until we squirt...

He thinks he’s trying to find the most pleasurable angle for you but it’s the constant change in angle that has your mind hazy.

Warnings: nsfw (18+), squirting, sex toys, overstimulation

“Hold still.” Anaxa has a hand on your hips as you writhe under him, gently keeping you in place against the sheets. It’s impossible to compare the different angles at which he presses the buzzing toy to your clit if you keep squirming away. Little does he know that each one has you falling further and further as he continues. You barely have time to get used to one before he switches it up on you.

As he touches the vibrator to your clit once more, you feel something build. Something not quite like the usual orgasms he pulls from you. Before you can warn him, a moan falls from your mouth and your hips still. The vibrations against your clit stop, and you see him pull back his hand now covered in your cum.

“You’ve never done that before.” His voice holds a tone of intrigue as he takes in your juices on his hand and soaking the sheets. “Too bad I can’t tell which angle caused it. Try not to squirm so much this time, darling.”

He’s teasing you, you’re sure of it. It’s all just an excuse to resume pushing the toy against your clit over and over. You whine as you’re pushed into overstimulation, just another element that makes your thighs begin to shake. At this point, he’s never going to find out what caused you to squirt. You also don’t think he cares, not when he pulls orgasms like that from you. He just wants to see you make a mess again.

[vanesycho]

• drunk bsf!san x f!reader | m.list

| you're alone on valentine's day with your best friend

warning | smut, drunk san being needy over reader, unprotected sex, p in v

word count | 1,1k

a/n | late 14th february post, enjoy reading!

Laughter filled the living room as San took another sip of his drink "no, really. why didn't you go with Seonghwa? he's a nice guy, you could have had a great time." you paused for a while at his question. he had invited you to an amusement park this valentine's day but you weren't sure you wanted to be with him. It made more sense to spend time with your friend San instead.

"I just didn't want to. besides..I'm not sure If I want to date with him, I'd just be toying with his feelings." San made a noise of agreement, leaning his head back on the couch and looking at you for a long time as you poured new drinks in front of him. the moment you turned around he gave a short smile, took the drink you offered him and unexpectedly kissed your cheek "thanks, I guess? now I'm not alone either." you chuckled and punched his arm mockingly "you know I wouldn't leave you alone."

almost an hour passed. San was already tipsy. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and he kept mumbling something "who told you to drink so much? look at you." he ignored your angry tone and looked up at you with a slight smile. his narrowed eyes, cheeks red from drinking and lips puckering when he spoke caught your attention. at that moment you tried to understand if the burning sensation in your body was from drinking or him.

"can I kiss you?" the sentence he mumbled made you swallow hard. "what?" his eyes went to your lips for a moment, "whatever, I'm sorry..I guess I'm drunk." he buried his head in your neck and let out a small whimper. you, on the other hand, pushed him away from you before you could get over the shock of the incident. "do you want to kiss me?"

San was silent for a while, his hand went to his hair nervously "I mean look at us, we're getting drunk on valentine's day as two friends, who would believe this?" his voice wasn't too loud but his anger was obvious "what do you want us to do?" he let out a breath in response to your question, then slowly approached you, he seemed cautious, he was trying to measure your movements but he couldn't stop himself either. "I don't know..I can't think straight right now." his eyes momentarily fell to your lips again, he supported himself with one hand on the ground and reached for your lips, you just realized at that moment that you were holding your breath.

It didn't take long before you felt his warm, alcohol-soaked lips on you. his hand immediately found your neck and pulled you closer to him, pulling you into a hungrier kiss. his wet kisses moved to your neck after a while, slowly laid you down and lay on top of you without putting too much of his weight on you. every spot he kissed seemed to burn your already hot body "can I take off your shirt?" the way he asked and his innocent looks did not match what he said at all. the hunger behind the sweet gazes had already driven you crazy, so you took off your shirt yourself.

San swallowed hard, he wasn't sure about bringing his hand closer to your bare chest, but when you grabbed his wrist and guided him, he breathed a sigh of relief. while one hand lingered on one of your breasts, he made eye contact before wetting the other with his tongue. then his tongue started to move slowly on your nipple, after the small tongue strokes, he took your breast into his mouth, made sure to wet it enough and erection your nipple, then lifted his head and placed a wet kiss on your lips. "take off your pants, please..."

you did as he said without making him and yourself wait too long. In the meantime, San had also taken off everything he was wearing, watching you with hunger. then he quickly took you in his arms and laid you on the couch next to you, spread your legs apart and got between them, then without breaking eye contact, his hand went between your legs. his fingers moved through the wetness to your hole and without waiting too long, San thrust his fingers inside you. "ah..you feel so warm and tight.." the sentence he mumbled to himself was enough for you to hear. he started moving his fingers inside you without waiting too long, waited for you to get used to it but he didn't know how much his erect cock with pre-cum flowing down could take it.

"san..." the moment you said his name it was like the world stopped for him, even though being heard so needy embarrassed you, you didn't break eye contact. "please...I want you" he was taken a back at first but it didn't take long for him to pull his fingers out of you and direct his cock to your hole. he put one hand on the side of your head for support and leaned over you, his cheeks were still red, his lips were slightly parted and he was breathing in ragged breaths, his eyes continued to look into yours with need. you let out a loud moan with the fullness that came when he started to put half of his cock inside you "fuck- I'm sorry.." San watched your reactions to whether he should continue or not, after getting used to the fullness inside you for a while he didn't hold himself back when you moved your hips towards him and pushed all of it inside you and started to move slowly.

the inside of the living room was now surrounded not only by the smell of alcohol but also by your moans and the smell of sex. San breathed hotly on your neck, the kisses he placed in between made you feel even more embarrassed that his cock was inside you right now. "you're so..good..you're so beautiful..I..fuck- I-I love you." even though you couldn't understand the words he said between his moans at that moment, the last sentence made you pause "what did you say?"

San lifted his head "Is this a wrong time to say it?" a loud moan filled the room as his cock hit your pleasure spot, he smiled slightly and continued to hit the same spot. hand found yours and intertwined your fingers, after a few strokes he made sure you were cummed and then after he came on your stomach. as you both try to catch your breath, he rested on top of you for a while, your hand found his hair and mumbled "I love you too." a giggle was heard from him, he looked into your eyes one last time before pulling you into a long kiss.

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧', 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞? - synopsis: they love to torture you

❞warning: nsfw content (18+) + Dom!Michael Kaiser + Dom!Sae Itoshi + afab!reader + degrade + dubcon + double penetration + creampies + unprotective sex + threesome + slapping + possessive behavior of the two bllk men + hairpulling + toys + slightly bondge + rough sex

a/n: Happy Late Valentine's Day -- I apologize how bad it was

Inspired by @/saetiate (debating either if should tag you or not) 😭

"Take off your clothes off. Right now." The Japanese Prodigy coldly demands out of nowhere. You were pushed by Sae who is standing there coldly as he is blocking the doorway to prevent you from leaving the room.

"What? What are you talking about?" You let out an awkward sheepish chuckle, trying to figure out what he meant. Judging his tone... He never joked around as he looked... serious. You were pushed on the bed and now lying on the hotel bed. You are confused about what's going on as you have no idea what's happening with Sae's unusual behavior until you hear another chuckle coming from behind Sae. Revealing the German Prodigy wrapping his arm around Sae's shoulders.

"What's wrong? Flabbergasted? Michael chuckled, his icy blue eyes stared at you. You are trapped. You are trapped inside the hotel room as the two u-20 players are blocking your only exit. "Look at you.." The German Prodigy chuckles, he is eyeing at you, up and down.

"Don't touch me." Sae scoffs as he removes Kaiser's arm from his shoulder. "Hurry up. Take off your clothes, slut." Sae demands again, he looks at you with his piercing teal eyes, but his tone sounds more serious, slowly approaches you to the hotel deluxe queen bed you try to crawl away, but your ankle is grabbed by Sae's grips as he drags you back. Michael chuckles and closes the hotel luxury hotel door, locking it behind him.

"No! Wait! What did I do?" You quickly ask panicking as you feel Sae immediately taking off your pants, but leaving you with your underwear on.

"Ah. Ah. You seem impatient, Itoshi..." Michael let out a singy song voice, approached the hotel bed he sat on the white sheets as he pulled you. Your back is lying between his crotch and lap. You hear Sae let out a scoff, but he already took off your pants. "I believe this brat deserves a punishment for being bad with us." His light blue eyes met yours and you saw a smirk on his smile, looking down on you.

"W-What punishment...? You ask, feeling nervous, looking at the two u-20 men, pro players. Just to know that... they had bigger plans for you. They wanted to see you being tortured by them.

It didn't take long as your head was lying on his crotch. Both of your hands are tied by a red silk ribbon that is already tied into a tight knot. Unable to move, trembling and a moaning mess. The sounds of a vibrator buzz on your clit, your legs were forcibly spread by Sae as his tongue is licking and sucking your juices while holding your legs. Every time you squirm or forcibly close your legs. He will slap your sensitive pussy. Michael is holding the vibrator to your now sensitive clit, while Sae is eating you out.

"Think you can handle that much?" Michael chuckles, looking down at you. Gently brush the strands of hair out of your face. Your back arches and you are a crying mess.

"Please! Please! Oh-! Ah! N-no more...!" Letting out a heavy vocal moan, your eyes roll back your skull. You are staring at Sae as he is eating you out. Your body is holding too many overestimations as it's overwhelming and felt good too... you hate to admit that it felt good while Michael proceeds to bully your clit with a vibrator.

"She's cute..." Michael couldn't help he let out a huff and smirk, feeling a tight bulge from his pants.

"Hmph, she's ready." Sae pulls away, wiping his chin.

"Hey... don't be greedy... I wanna fuck her too." Michael pouts and stares at Sae as he takes the vibrator off your swollen pussy, you can catch as breath, but not for long.

“Do I look like I’m messing around? I don't care." Sae joins the bed and immediately pulls you on his lap as your face is facing his. You can feel his sturdy hands groping your ass.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked teasing." Michael chuckles and glares at Sae with a smirk that hasn't wiped out his face. You can feel Michael move towards you as he leans his chin on your shoulder, feeling his hot breath against your neck. Feeling the shivers down in your spin as the German Prodigy is right behind you. Being sandwiched by the u-20 pro players. Your heart is pounding in your chest as your wrists are still bonded with red silks ribbons.

"Aww, is my little meine liebe getting shy?" Michael coos, his hands slowly snaking around your naked chest, gently groping your breasts, and playing with your sensitive nipples. You couldn't help as you were trembling, holding back your moans. You wanted to be fuck by them.

"p-please..." You whimper, eyes filled with tears.

"Hm? Please what?" Michael asks with a smug look, in his face.

"Speak louder." You can feel Sae squeeze your ass. The tone of his voice sounded impatient as he had enough of you.

"p-please... ruin me..."

"Heh, glady. I’m going to fucking ruin you." Michael pushes back his back with his one hand.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules," Sae said with a scowl at you, slowly taking off his tracksuit and his boxer, revealing his hard member, almost slapping your sensitive pussy. Michael did the same as he quickly took off his tracksuit pants and boxer, his hard member hit your ass. You let out a yelp.

"...please... need it so bad..." You groan, your pussy is rubbing against the tip of their cocks.

"Someone is needy..." Michael laughs, making fun of you for being needy, making him even more craving for your warm walls.

"Stop moving, you’ll take what I give you.” Sae is tired of hearing your whines, his cock is throbbing. He is being mean.

You bonded tightly, and both of your hands rested on Sae's shoulder. You are towering Sae while he rubs the tip of his cock on your soaking, sensitive pussy.

"God, you're so wet..." Sae groans, slowly plunges his cock into your warm walls as you couldn't help, letting out a shivering moan. He is inside of you...

"Heh, she's warm..." Michael grins, his left tattooed hand slowly roams around your arched back. "Hahh... Stay still, don’t move your hips." The German prodigy slowly inserts the tip of his cock into your warm pussy, which Sae already inserted.

"Oh... fuck!" You moan even louder. You feel so full... tilting your head back, the pressure inside of you is overwhelming. They're now both inside of you. You can feel your eyes roll behind your skull as your mouth agape.

"Shit... she's tight..." Michael groans, his left hand made his way to your hair, gently pulling it.

"Idiot, you shove your dick inside her pussy." Sae scowled which made Michael let out a small snicker since he doesn't care, just wanted to fuck you stupid.

Slowly, you felt their hips buckle, they began to pound you. Sae slowly moves his hands on your waist, pulling you down on his chest. He couldn't help he groan as your nipples rubbed against his chest. Their hips begin to roll faster, changing the pace to a faster pace. The hotel room is filled with your moans, cries, and wet skin slapping.

"I can't- please I can't- Oh fuck! Ah!" The sounds of your pleading slowly turn into cries. They're destroying your pussy. Michael and Sae let out a groan and a grunt while their cocks are rubbing against each other in your warm tight walls. The tips of their cocks kept kissing your cervix as you screams and cry louder. They continue to thrust their hips against your tight fucked pussy. It feels good... so good that you are being obsessed...

Your breath becomes heavy, and the room is filled with panting and moaning at the same time. Although they are athletes, they never go easy on you as they're being rough and hard on you like you are their cocksleeves where they can put their frustration in you.

"Switch, idiot." You heard Sae click his tongue while still holding you down on his chest.

"N-not now... meine liebe needs to c-cum..." Michael's breath let out a groan. He couldn't stop thrusting his hips against yours.

"Tsk, ignorant." Sae let out a huff, badmouthing Kaiser. The blonde-haired man just laughs it off, not caring about Sae, but rather focusing on you. He wants to make you come first.

"G-gonna make you c-come...!" Michael groans with a smirk on his face. His arms caging you and Sae on the wrinkled hotel white bedsheets. Covered in both sweat and sex filled in the air, everything is too arousal and too much pressure on you.

Sae's teal eyes narrow, staring daggers at Kaiser as his sturdy hands grip tightly on your flesh ass, leaving a harsh mark on your flesh. You let out a loud yelp, feeling the burn of jealousy and being challenged by Kaiser since Sae, too wanted to make you come first.

"I'm gonna make her c-cum, first...! ngh..!" Sae grunts, trying hard to hold his moan. Your walls squeezing both of the u-20 prodigies' cocks.

“D- Did you really think that would work? cute... fuck...!” Michael let out a sarcastic chuckle, taking the challenge too.

Drooling like a heated dog, the stimulation is too much for you. They're abusing the living hell out of your puffy and already sensitive pussy. They're gonna stuff you, like some kind of fleshlight. Until they're being hammering you like a wild animal on heat. The sounds of skin slapping and moans echos in the hotel bedroom. You are screaming.

"Aww, is someone feeling dizzy?" Kaiser mocks you, untying the red silk off your wrist, revealing your redden marks from the tight red silk ribbons. He grabs both of your wrists, pulling you against his hardened cock. "Oh come on, you can do better than that."

"Look at you. Pathetic." Sae scoffs at you. His one hand grabs your face, forcing you to look at him, while he, too hammers his cock in and out of your hole. "Don't give me that look, this is your own fault."

You whimper as you shut your eyes, crying while being pounded. "...p-please... let me... c-cum!" You beg, can't hold it anymore, while burying your face between Sae's neck and shoulder. Your body trembles as Sae slaps your flesh, leaving a red hand mark.

"How could you save anyone? You can't even save yourself." Sae mocks you, while still holding you close to him. Your moans and cries in his ears are like music to him.

"Don't hold back. I want to hear all your cute little noises." Michael pouts. His left tattooed hand grabs the bundle on the back of your hair, making you pull away from Sae. He, too wants to hear your moans. Having an ego that is larger, he knows that he is making you feel good.

Sae let out a light groans, while his hips still pounding your puffy pussy. His thumb rubbing circles against your clit.

"A-Ah! N-no! 'm sensitive!" You cried, loudly.

"You're almost pretty when you're crying. It's quite an improvement. I bet you'd be gorgeous screaming, though." Kaiser said with a predator smirk on his face. His face and body are full of sweat. A drip of sweat rolls on his tattoo blue roses and thorns.

Sae didn't say anything as he is too focused on stimulating your clit. Your legs are trembling, while moaning and screaming. You knew that you're gonna come.

"...g-gonna c-come...!"

The two prodigies let out a harsh growl under their breath, and both of the men's hips snapped, releasing their semen inside your hole. You release your hard orgasm and collapse on Sae. Kaiser and Sae did indeed release their orgasm as they continue to cum inside you, making sure that you are stuffed with their semen. You let out a gasp, your body is trembling, violently from the torture.

Kaiser slowly pulls his cock out of your sensitive hole and watches some of the semen still dripping from your hole. You think the punishment is over... you hope. You hope that they are done with you. Sae slowly pulls out his cock out of your hole. The blond-haired man watches his and Sae's semen mixed together as it drips out of your swollen hole and onto the wrinkled hotel white bedsheets.

Sae wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. Both of the football/soccer men stare at each other. Sae is annoyed. He wants to slap Kaiser's stupid smirk off his face. Your chin is resting on between Sae's neck and shoulder.

"That's it, get comfortable. You're not going anywhere." Sae spoke with a low voice as his hand gently caressed your back as he let out a soft whisper, then glared back at Kaiser with a dagger look.

Michael let out a low chuckle again, his left hand caresses through his blonde and blue gradient tips, with a smirk on his face, leaning towards your ear with a low whisper.

"Do you want them to hear you being such a slut?” Your eyes widen, quickly turning your head to Kaiser, meeting his blue eyes and a smirk on his face. Until you felt Sae kisses your neck and his hand intertwines your fingers with his.

"...This is just the beginning, meine liebe." His face is close to yours, like he is going to kiss you.

"...I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Sae murmurs.

[v3n1ce-bxtch]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Off to the Races Valentines Day Special ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Older!Rafe x Reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, impact play, use of “daddy”,cussing, breeding kink, cum swallowing, Rafe’s kinda rough, size kink, MDNI!!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a/n: Happy Valentines Day loves!💋💗more fics coming soon!!

Rafe had never been one for grand gestures, but tonight was different. He’d surprised you with a pink Supra, sparkling jewelry that caught the light with every movement, and a dinner he had somehow managed to cook himself—though he would never admit how much of it was made by the chef with a little personal flair. You couldn’t help but laugh as he stood at the stove, holding a pair of tongs with a look of intense concentration. “You’re gonna love this, Darlin’,” he’d said with a smile, setting the table with care.

As the evening settled into its warmth, you found yourselves curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the fireplace dancing around you both. Your head rested on his shoulder as he lazily stroked your hair, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You know,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jawline, “I think you might just be the best gift I could’ve gotten tonight.” Your voice was playful, teasing. “Although, I’m curious to see what you’ve got planned for later.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a slow smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll see soon enough, Darlin’. You’ve been good tonight. Now, you just relax.” His hand traced your arm, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb brushed lightly across your lips before he kissed you again, soft and lingering.

You couldn’t resist being playful, your voice hushed but still full of excitement. “What if I don’t want to relax?” you whispered, your lips brushing against his neck. “What if I want you… right now?”

Rafe’s grip tightened around you as he smirked. “If that’s what you want,” he murmured, his voice dropping low with heat. “I’ve got no problem making sure you get exactly what you need.”

With that, he swept you off the couch, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You let out a small laugh, kissing him all over his face, trailing little kisses down his neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You spoil me, Rafe,” you whispered with a smile, as he carried you effortlessly to his room.

He gave you a look that was both tender and full of desire. “It’s not spoiling you if you deserve it, Darlin’.” He set you down on the bed gently, his hands brushing over your body as his lips followed every inch of your skin. “Now, let’s see just how much I can spoil you tonight.”

Rafe pulled your pink mini skirt down before toying with your panties . He whistled,”Damn, my favorite. I’m gonna have fun ruining these, I know you’re so wet for me right now.” He pushed them to the side.

“Rafey! Don’t mess them up!” You giggled.

He smirked smugly and stuck two fingers in you,”Hm, well last time I checked I bought them. So I can do whatever the fuck I want, Darlin’.” He explored your cunt before finding your sweet spot.

“Right there, Rafey!” You squirmed and squeezed around his fingers.

”Are you sure, Darlin’?” He sped up his pace and started sucking your clit.

You gasped and moaned, closing your eyes,”Oh fuck! Yes!” You put your hands on his head,”Keep going.” You gasped breathlessly. He chuckled and did in fact keep going until you came.

After a minute or so he pulled back, taking his fingers out and putting them in your mouth,”Fuckin’ taste yourself baby, this is all me.”

You took his fingers out of your mouth, one of your hands on his wrist and your other palming his hard cock,”You need a lil’ help with that, Rafey?” You giggled, teasing him.

He groaned and put his head back,”Fuck, yeah I do.” He took his belt of and wrapped them around your wrists,”You wanna help me?”

You nodded eagerly,”Mhm!”

He chuckled,”Needy needy girl.” He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took his dress pants and boxers off. He spat in his hand and pumped his cock a few times before lining it up. He winced as he slowly pushed his tip in.

You felt an uncomfortable stretch and you whimpered,”Rafey.” You whined.

He kissed your forehead while he started a steady movement,”You okay, Darlin’?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to contain a squeal.

He gently grabbed your jaw,”Come on baby, I wanna hear you.” You nodded again and let out a high pitched squeal. He smiled,”There’s my Darlin’, keep making those noises f’me baby.” He put your hands around his waist and moved quicker, making the bed creak loudly.

You clutched onto the pillow as Rafe ruthlessly pounded into you,”Fuck! Rafey it’s too much! Daddy!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes closed.

He grunted,”You want me to stop, Darlin’?”

“No daddy!” You responded.

He groaned,”Perfect.” He drawled,”I don’t I was able too, this tight cunt keeps sucking me back in.” He leaned down to kiss youdeeply then pulled back,”You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He smiled

down at you. You couldn’t respond, so you smiled back at him. All of a sudden, he pulled out and turned you over on your stomach then hovered over you.

You whimpered,”Rafeee, why’d you stop? I was almost there!”

He sighed,”Stop complainin’, Darlin’. I’m not done yet.” He lined himself up again and roughly shoved himself in you,”See?” He grunted,”I’m not done.” He delivered a rough smack on your ass before grabbing it, his hard callouses on his palms digging into your ass.

You squealed,”Daddy!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

He smirked,”Keep calling’ me that baby.” He slapped your ass again while fucking your your cunt, making your shake under his touch.

You moaned,”Daddyyy.”

“That’s a good girl.” He groaned,”You want my cum, Darlin’? You want me to fill you up?” He grabbed your face, making you stretch your neck to face him. You whimpered. He shook his head,”I need a fuckin’ answer.” He said a tad bit more aggressive.

You nodded, gasping,”Y-yes I do!”

“Say it like you mean it.” He slammed into you roughly before returning back to his original pace.

“I do! I really do!” You squirmed, your nails digging into the leather of Rafe’s belt.

He slapped your ass a few times and stretched the waist band of your panties, making it snap off,”C’mon, say the exact words, Darlin’.”

You groaned,”Fuck! I want your cum, daddy! I want you to fill me up, daddy!” You screamed.

He chuckled,”There’s my girl.” He lowered himself on you, trapping you in your position.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered barely above a whisper, but Rafe somehow heard you.

“Cum f’me baby, Daddy just needs a few minutes.” He slowed his pace down slightly.

You felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm forming, your mouth opened and you let out a moan,”Fuck!”

He kissed your neck softly,”Keep squeezin’ my cock. I’m almost there.” After a few minutes, Rafe slowed down, his hips bucking into you. Soon after, you felt warm ribbons of cum in your sore cunt. You both played there in silence, breathing heavily. He pulled out of you and rolled you back over on your back before plopping right next to you, evidently still hard.

You smiled at him,”That was good.” Your hands slowly trailed down to his cock,”You still wanna go?” You swirled your thumb over the tip and stroked his cock slowly.

He put his hand over yours, guiding your motions,”Mhm.” He rolled his eyes back and he moved your hands faster,”Fuck.”

You moved his hand out of the way and positioned your mouth over his cock, licking the tip before taking some of him in your mouth. His hips bucked and he gently put his hand on your head pushing you down,”Damn, your mouth feels s’ good around me.” You giggled around his length, still stroking the base. He pushed your head down more,”Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” You nodded, looking at him with your glossy eyes. You sucked gently, which made him shudder,”Fuck! I’m bouta cum, Darlin’.” His hips met your mouth and his hands pushed your head farther down, then you felt Rafe’s hot cum in the back of your throat. You pulled your head back, gasping and swallowing what he gave you.

He motioned for you to come lay your head on his chest,”Did I hurt you baby?”

You shook your head, smiling,”Nope. I’m good.” You drew circles, hearts and stars on his chest with your pointer finger.

“Good. You want me to start the bath? I bought you those bath salts you wanted.”

You sat up and gasped, peppering kisses on his his face,”Thank you, Rafey!”

He smiled and picked you up off the bed,”Anything for you, Darlin’. Any day.”

Taglist: @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses @vogueprincess @greengoblinswifey @whoreislands

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya, Kisuke, Ichigo, Aizen, Grimmjow

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Just a little sumthin-sumthin for my favourite men on such a sweet day. I wasn’t expecting to write so much, but when you love them all >.< Thought you all might enjoy this. Happy Valentine’s Day 💜

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When you’re their secret admirer on such a sweet occasion, do they discover you, or do you remain a mystery.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kyoraku Shunsui

Lazing as he typically did, reclined in his chair, hat askew and his floral kimono draped over him, he leisurely filed through his abundance of love letters from his fans. Colourful envelopes, sweet, vanilla-fragranced letters with cherry blossom prints, and pink and red paper with origami patterns all passed through his calloused fingers as he shuffled them in his hands. It was typical of him to receive such noteworthy gifts on a romantic day, but they were all the same each year: too rehearsed, too obvious, not that he didn’t mind though…only when accompanied by a bottle of sake.

Pursing his lips as his eyes roamed the envelopes, he paused when he came across one that was blank and heavier than the others with his name scribbled across the front. There was no scent, fancy paper or stamps littered across the package, just his name on white paper. It sparked his curiosity, prompting him to sit up straight and tear the envelope open, his eyes gazing at the contents within.

A letter.

For the great Captain Kyoraku, whose reputation precedes him, though I wonder if it is exaggerated. They say you are charming, but are you truly? They say you are a lover of women, but do you love them well? Or are you merely a tease, a sweet whisperer of words with no real bite?

Well, that caught his attention, as did the rest of the letter, bold and infuriatingly playful, just like him. There was nothing more he enjoyed the most, than a challenge. An anonymous admirer who was toying with him—no signature, no way of tracing them—just with words that spoke of teases.

“Now this—” he gleamed as he held up the letter, “—is something I can get into.”

Later that night, the second letter arrived, slipping beneath his door in the dead of night. But, by the time he pulled the doors open, the corridor was empty. You were swift, he’d give you credit. This time, the letter carried a single fold without an envelope, but attached to it was a single origami, pink heart.

If you want to know who I am, perhaps you’ll have to earn it. Shall we play a game, Captain?

Oh, he think he might have fallen for you and your games.

Over the course of the next few days, the letters continued to flow—each one more daring and flirtatious than the last. Though no name or a hint at your identity was given away, only careful insinuations and a sense of humour kept him entertained. It had been years since someone had piqued his interest like this, and he was damn sure he wasn’t giving up. Not when he had yet to properly try and catch a whiff of who you were.

And then, on the evening of Valentine’s Day, the last letter arrived on his desk, accompanied by the finest bottle of sake—aged and expensive—a new Captain’s haori with an embroidered Sakura pattern. His fingers ran over the delicate pattern, as he gaged the gifts. Clearly, this wasn’t just a casual admirer, this was someone who knew him well enough to pick out gifts that suited his taste, and then the letter.

You’ve played along well, Captain, so perhaps you deserve a reward. If you wish to meet your admirer, you’ll find me where the cherry blossoms bloom the brightest.

He wasted no time, however, not without slipping into his new haori and draping his floral kimono over it, taking a moment to admire how well it suited him. Hastily making his way towards the secluded grove behind the barracks where the trees were known for their best blooms, though the current season withheld their petals, he saw you. Calm, composed and watching him with a nervous expression masked by confidence.

“Well, well,” he purred and stepped closer. “You had me guessing all week, and now I finally get to see the face behind the letters.”

“And are you disappointed?”

“Far from it,” he chuckled. “But I have to ask—what exactly do you want, my mysterious admirer? My attention or something more?”

Grinning with a surge of confidence as you waited for this moment, you reached into your sleeves and pulled out another letter, pressing it into his hand.

If you are as charming as they say you are, you won’t need a letter to know what I want.

“Ah, love,” he charmed and gave a flourish bow. “Then it would be improper of me to not ask you to share a drink with me on this romantic day.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Ukitake Jushiro

The plan was simple, get in and out of Captain Ukitake’s office and be on your merry way. You had done this numerous times in the past month, delivering letters and gifts to him as his secret admirer, without fail. Today should be no different you told yourself as you clutched the box of chocolate, wrapped in an oceanic blue cloth, adorned with shells and glass-shaped hearts and your last handwritten note to him:

To the kindest soul in the Seireitei, a gift that matches your sweetness, though it can never quite compare to the real you. With admiration, your secret admirer.

Your intention was to never reveal your true self. You were content with watching him from afar, knowing that all he thought of you—well, his admirer—was that you were kind and appreciative of his duties as a Captain, and saw him for more than just a leader. That was all that mattered to you most—his contentment and joy at knowing someone adored him in secret.

Turning the corner and checking the coast, you slid into his office as you had done ten times over and skipped to his desk, placing the box of chocolate in the same position as all other gifts. Adjusting it with haste, yet precision, you had failed to hear the sound of the office doors sliding open with a quiet shut. There Jushiro stood at the entrance with a fond expression marring his face as he observed you frantically arranging his gift with quiet mutterings and fussing.

Clearing his throat, his voice calmly cut through the air, urging you to freeze. “Ah, I was wondering when my secret admirer would appear.”

You froze.

“You look like a deer caught in a trap,” he mused, still not moving from his spot, not wanting to overwhelm you any further.

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered, cursing yourself for being aware that he was lurking nearby. “I um…I’m just delivering this as I was asked to do. Yeah.”

Jushiro chuckled, sounding rich and soothing like the tea he often drank. “Come on now, you went through all this trouble to enter my office and deliver another letter—” he paused to glance at his desk, noticing the size of the package, “—and a gift this time, that probably suits my taste. Surely you don’t expect me to believe it was anyone else?”

You bit your bottom lip and squinted at him. Curse him for being so observant, yet sweet with his acceptance. “What gave me away?”

“You’re concentration and quiet fussing. It was rather…heartwarming to see how involved you were in preparing a gift for me,” he laughed, offering you a tilt of his head to cast a sweet twinkle in his eyes.

Heat crept up your neck the longer you felt yourself crumbling under his gaze. “So…what do you think?”

“Well,” he began as he strolled over to his desk, his finger gently brushing the cloth and then the letter before plucking it from the bow, “I’m sure that whatever this letter and gift contains, it will be very thoughtful and beautiful. So, I must thank you properly.”

Your pulse skipped a beat. “That’s not necessary Cap—”

“Ah, but it is,” he insisted, waving the letter before giving a gentle tap to your head with it. “A gift like this deserves a heartfelt show of gratitude.”

Before you could respond, he closed the gap between you and reached out to brush his fingers over your wrist—light, warm and undeniably tender. The contact sent shivers down your spine.

“You placed so much effort into this. It is only fair that I returned the favour, shouldn’t I?”

“That depends. What do you have in mind?” you nervously asked, meeting his eyes.

“How about a private dinner, and we consider it an exchanged gift?” he suggested.

Your heart pounded. “That sounds…fair.”

His smile softened, and for a moment, you wondered if he had seen through your affections all along.

“Then it’s a date,” he said warmly. “And this time, you won’t be the one sneaking around.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kuchiki Byakuya

Your heart was pounding from the close call. You hadn’t expected him to return so soon. Your hands were still smelling of the fresh ink you used to sign the letter, and the scent of fresh blooms clung to your uniform. If you got caught now, it would ruin everything—your months of careful anonymous admiration, the poetic letters, the secret gifts, all leading up to today, when you would finally reveal yourself…later tonight.

After a few moments of agonising silence, you cautiously peered around the corner. His back turned to you as he inspected his desk—a single white camellia, carefully arranged beside a wrapped box of high-grade tea leaves. His fingers hovered over the items before picking up the letter, his eyes scanning your words.

Lord Kuchiki, though I have admired you from afar, I have longed to stand before you to speak my heart. If you would allow me, I shall reveal myself to you this evening, beneath the Sakura trees where the wind carries the scent of longing spring. Until then, I remain yours, a secret no longer hidden.

Byakuya’s expression remained calm, composed and nonchalant, however, you noticed a small flicker of something else in his gaze—intrigues, perhaps? You barely had a moment to exhale a sigh of relief when a familiar voice boomed from behind you.

“Should I be concerned about why you’re lurking near my Captain’s office?”

Whirling around to find Renji standing there with his arms crossed and brows quirked in curiosity, you launched yourself at him, slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up!” you hissed, trying to push him further away from the office, given his loud voice.

There was panic in your eyes as you attempted to push him backwards, giving you away, and Renji didn’t miss it. His eyes flickered towards the ajar door, and then back to you before a sly smirk formed on his face. Peeling your hand off his mouth with ease, he gave you a cheeky grin. “No way. You’re the secret admirer?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” you snapped, shaking your head too quickly as you struggled in his grasp.

He hummed in obvious disbelief, stroking his chin with his free hand. “Right. So, you just happened to sneak around the exact moment Captain Kuchiki was reading a mysterious love letter left in his office? Some coincidence.”

“I was just—just passing through, okay?” you groaned, feeling your face growing hotter by the second.

“Really? Because you look very guilty.”

Before you could protest any further, movement behind you made Renji’s composure drop. The sudden appearance of Byakuya’s commanding, yet elegant and refined reiatsu flickered behind you—your stomach dropped. Releasing your hand from Renji’s hold, you swivelled around to meet Byakuya standing in the doorway, his stormy grey eyes falling on you and Renji.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to remain calm as Byakuya studied the situation. “Is there a reason the two of you are standing outside my quarters?” he asked, so calm and measured.

Renji was the first to speak up. “Ah, no sir. I was just questioning our…colleague here about, uh, their presence in the hallway.”

You tensed as Byakuya’s eyes slid over to you. You almost felt as though he was staring right through your soul as if he already knew the truth. But then, his gaze softened just a fraction as he turned back into his office, stopping at the threshold. “Be careful next time.” But you could have sworn you saw the corner of his lip tugged into a small smile.

And with that, he entered his office, shutting the door. Well shit, he knew. There was no way he would make that statement without having some idea that it was you, or was simply concerned for your well-being in his division. You did belong to another division after all. You exhaled slowly.

“Damn, that was close. If I were you, I’d find a better hiding spot next time.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, yeah. Just—pretend you didn’t see anything, okay?”

He snorted. “Sure. But I gotta say, you’ve got guts. Captain Kuchiki? You really went for the top, huh?”

“At least I have taste, okay,” you muttered, softly hitting him in his chest before turning on your heel and vacating the premises. You still had a few more hours until your planned confession, and you had a feeling you knew exactly the way it was going to turn out. Hopefully, by then, your heart would stop trying to beat its way out of your chest.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Urahara Kisuke

A single rose lay on the countertop, its crimson petals vibrant against the worn wood of Urahara’s shop. He smirked at it, tilting his head in mock curiosity as he twirled his fan between his fingers. “Hmm…another mysterious gift? My, my, how scandalous. A secret admirer, huh?”

Across the counter, you rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you leaned against the wood. “Maybe someone just pities you.”

He let out a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. “Pities me? Oh, my dear, do you really think so lowly of me?” He tapped his chin with the edge of his fan, his grey eyes glinting with mischief. “I was rather convinced it was you, actually.”

You scoffed, turning your head to the side. “Why would it be me?”

“Because,” he drawled, stepping closer, “you’re always around, watching me like a hawk, always curious about what I’m up to…” He leaned in, lowering his voice, his breath brushing against your ear. “And you’re awfully defensive whenever I bring it up.”

You swallowed but didn’t let him see the way your pulse quickened. Instead, you scoffed, shoving him back with the tip of your finger. “I’m around because you make me run your errands, you lunatic.”

Kisuke had rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in playful frustration. “Now, now, lying isn’t very becoming of you.”

“Beats me,” you had shrugged, barely concealing your own smirk as you watched him narrow his eyes in suspicion. “Maybe it’s Tessai. He always does go above and beyond for you.”

“Oh? I know someone’s got a crush on little ol’ me?” he had drawled, tilting his hat to hide the amusement dancing in his eyes. “And the answer is quite obvious…”

Before you could retort, a soft voice interrupted.

“Urahara-san?”

You both turned to see a girl standing before him, nervously holding out a small, neatly wrapped box. She bowed slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks. “I-I wanted to give you this. I…I’m your secret admirer.”

For the first time in your life, you saw Kisuke Urahara speechless. He blinked at the girl, his mouth slightly ajar, as his fan lowered to his side. “You…are?”

The girl nodded, still holding out the gift.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, watching his entire demeanour deflate like a popped balloon. His ego had been so sure that it was you. You had spent weeks leading up to this moment, dropping subtle hints, leaving gifts, making him second-guess everything. And now, watching his face fall as another girl claimed the role he had expected you to fill, was worth every second.

He turned slightly, just enough to glance at you from the corner of his eye while you feigned innocence, clasping your hands behind your back, smiling sweetly. “Something wrong?”

His eyes narrowed.

You could practically see the gears turning in his head. His fingers twitched at his sides, and you knew he was restraining himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking the truth out of you. Meanwhile, the girl looked nervous, unsure of his reaction. Kisuke, to his credit, quickly recovered, offering her a small smile as he accepted the gift. “Ah, well, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

She beamed, bowing again before scurrying off, leaving you alone with the dumbfounded shopkeeper. That’s when he opened the box, expecting…something different, something that didn’t scream ‘wrong person.’ The moment he pulled out the gift—a high-end tea set, the exact kind he had been eyeing for weeks—he knew.

There was no way.

His head snapped toward you so fast you swore you heard something crack. Your lips were pressed together, and your eyes were suspiciously bright. His eyes narrowed. “You planned this,” he accused, exhaling through his nose, shaking his head as his shoulders sagged. The relief was almost comical. “You little minx…You really had me for a second.”

“Did I?” You tilted your head innocently, watching him place the tea set carefully beside him before he flicked his fan open again, covering the lower half of his face.

“You enjoy messing with me a little too much,” he murmured, eyes shining behind the rim of his hat as he conceived a plan to retaliate in his head.

You grinned. “Only because you do the same to me.”

“Touché.” Kisuke leaned back, sighing in feigned exhaustion. “But really, getting some poor girl involved in this trickery? How very devious of you.”

“Had to make it believable.”

He hummed in approval. “Admirably executed, I’ll give you that. But,” he tilted his head, voice dropping to something more velvety, more teasing, “I do believe this means you owe me.”

You raised a brow. “Owe you?”

“Mmh. Some proper compensation for all the emotional turmoil I just endured.” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I had truly believed you were my secret admirer, only to have my heart shattered—”

“Oh, please,” you snorted. “You deflated for like five seconds before realising the truth.”

“Ah, but those five seconds were painful,” he countered, dramatically clutching his chest. “Painful enough to warrant a little…repayment.”

You eyed him warily. “And what, exactly, do you have in mind?”

Kisuke’s grin was slow and knowing. “Well, considering this is Valentine’s Day, and considering you are indeed my secret admirer, I do believe a proper date is in order. A romantic evening, a few drinks, perhaps a little…hmm, let’s say, personal confession time?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart skipped a beat. “Confession time, huh? What if I have nothing to confess?”

Kisuke leaned in, voice a near whisper. “Oh, I think you do.”

You held his gaze for a moment before huffing, and shaking your head. “Fine. But only because I’d like to see you try and coax it out of me.”

His smirk widened. “Oh, my dear, you underestimate me.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Kurosaki Ichigo

Ichigo stared at the box in his hands, brows furrowed as he examined the heart-shaped chocolates neatly arranged inside. A single note lay on top, scrawled in a handwriting he didn’t recognise.

“Happy Valentine’s Day dumbass. You’re not as dense as people think—so figure out who I am…”

His brows twitched. Dumbass? Seriously? He popped a chocolate in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he reread the note. The rest of it faded into some flowery words that had his ears and face turning red. It wasn’t that he was completely oblivious to romance, but a secret admirer? That was unexpected.

Later that evening, while he was still mulling over the note and the chocolate, he was having lunch with you, his best friend of a lifetime, at a rundown ramen shop in the quiet part of Karakura Town. His thoughts were so distant that your babblings were going in one ear and coming out the next, he almost zoned out until he heard you mutter the same statement he found on the note. It was then, he snapped back into reality and narrowed his eyes at you. Nah, it couldn’t be you…could it?

“The hell did you just say?” he asked suspiciously as he set his chopsticks down, eyes squinting and head inching across the table.

You froze, every single synapse in your brain screaming at you to shut up, backtrack, and do something to fix what had just been spoken. But it was too late. “You…you liked the ramen, right?” you tried, desperately steering the conversation away from the fact that you had just quoted something from the Valentine’s card you had sent anonymously. The very same card that had been driving Ichigo insane because he couldn’t figure out who had written it.

“That’s not what I asked.” He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest, brows furrowed and those brown eyes staring at you with exasperation. “You just said the exact words that were in the note. You know? The one from my secret admirer. You.”

“ME?!” you shrieked before letting out a cough to cover up the crack in your voice. “I mean—lots of people could say stuff like that, Ichigo.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. What are the odds that someone else would say the exact same stuff, word for word, huh?” He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You got somethin’ you wanna tell me?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, and Ichigo, being Ichigo, immediately saw through your attempt to feign innocence. A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips, and he tapped his fingers against the table, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Well, this is interesting,” he said, dragging out the words. “I’ve been wondering for weeks who the hell was bold enough to send that letter but too chicken to own up to it. And now…” He shook his head, a grin forming. “Man, I can’t believe you just outed yourself.”

You groaned, slumping against the table in pure mortification. “I’m not a chicken, but I was doing so well,” you mumbled into your arms.

Ichigo snorted. “Yeah, yeah, sure you were. But now that I know, I gotta ask—” He tilted his head, studying you. “Didn’t think you were into me like that.”

Your face burned. “It’s not—I mean, I—”

Ichigo leaned in, smirking. “C’mon, don’t backpedal now. You wrote me poetry.”

“That wasn’t poetry!” you snapped, pointing at him accusingly. “That was just—”

“—A declaration of love?” he finished for you with mockery, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You groaned again, hiding your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

Ichigo laughed, reaching across the table to tug your hands away. “Nah, you don’t. You like me. A lot.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a soothing stroke. “And I mean…I wouldn’t mind seeing where this goes.”

You gasped softly, finally daring to meet his gaze. He wasn’t teasing anymore, at least not completely, but there was something real in his expression, something almost hesitant.

“You serious?” you asked quietly.

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish. “I mean, yeah? Someone who goes through that much trouble to write all that shit about me—kinda makes me wanna know them better.”

“You already know me, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he admitted with a shrug. “But now I know you like me.” A slow smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back, arms folding behind his head. “Guess that means I got a date to plan, huh?”

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“‘To the most captivating mind in all of Hueco Mundo,’” he read aloud in his rich and smooth voice. “‘A man as powerful as he is mysterious. From your secret admirer.’” He chuckled, setting the note down with a thoughtful hum. “How flattering.”

You stood near the bookshelf, pretending to browse the titles while your heart pounded. “Secret admirers, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to attract those.”

Aizen raised an eyebrow, pleasure dancing in his stare. “Oh? And what type did you take me for?”

You shrugged, plucking a book at random. “The kind who doesn’t care about things like Valentine’s Day. Or admirers.”

He leaned back in his chair, fingers clasped together before him on the table. “It is a rather trivial holiday,” he admitted. “But I must admit, this admirer has piqued my curiosity.” His gaze drifted to the chocolates, then back to the note. “To go through the trouble of secrecy…that requires either deep admiration or hesitation.”

You fought the urge to fidget. “Or maybe they’re just shy.”

He smirked and leaned forward. “Perhaps. But shyness is a mere barrier. One that can be broken with the right persuasion.” He slid the box open, selecting a chocolate and inspecting it before taking a bite. A quiet hum of approval left him. “They have good taste. That alone makes them intriguing.”

“What do you think they want then?” you asked, keeping your tone light.

His smile deepened. “That is the question, isn't it? Do they seek my favour? My power? Or something more?” He placed another chocolate in his mouth, slowly chewing the sweet, savouring it as though it could reveal the truth behind the individual on his mind. “Perhaps they admire me from afar, hoping to remain a mystery.”

You kept your expression composed, even as a thrill ran down your spine. He was playing right into your hands, considering every possibility except the most obvious one—that you, the person standing and breathing in the same room with him, were the very one he spoke of.

“Do you prefer mystery?” you asked.

Aizen tilted his head slightly, contemplating. “Hm. I do find it entertaining.” His gaze lingered on you, searching, probing. “But I also enjoy the moment when the mystery unravels.”

“So what would you do if you found out who they were?” You leaned against the shelf, arms crossed.

Meeting your gaze, his smirk growing. “That would depend on their intentions. If their admiration is genuine, I might indulge them.” He studied you for a long moment, eyes sharp, assessing. “What about you? Have you ever admired someone from afar?”

You kept your expression neutral—tried to. “Can’t say I have. If I wanted someone’s attention, I’d get it.”

He chuckled, swirling the chocolate on his tongue before swallowing. “How direct of you. And yet, admiration in secrecy has its own appeal.” He tapped a finger against his desk, a knowing glint in his eye as he observed you with a charmed gleam in his eyes. “After all, there’s a certain thrill in watching, isn’t there?”

Your stomach tightened. He was sharp, too sharp. “You seem awfully interested in this secret admirer.”

Watching you with that ever-present smirk, he rested his in the palm of his hand. “Only because they seem to know me well. Which begs the question…” He leaned forward slightly. “Just how well do they know me?”

You felt like you were about to give up and out yourself from the intensity of his stare, the longer it penetrated your soul. Gulping, he forced yourself to meet his stare head-on. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

His smirk widened. “Oh, I intend to, but perhaps I should start paying closer attention to those around me.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

The air in Hueco Mundo was still, the other Espada were lounging about God-knows-where in Las Noches, while you were left alone with the blue-eyed aggressive kitten, who was making teasing comments at you all day. Typical. What else to expect from the man you considered yourself crushing on for months? The aggressive type of affection was all Grimmjow had ever known, and even though you were never the type to bask in it, should another man ever shower you the same way, you would hate it. With Grimmjow, it just felt more natural.

Glancing at him as he entered the room once again, he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, a cunning grin stretched across his face as he eyed the box of chocolates, and the note left on his bed that morning. He purposefully brought it for you to witness him receiving gifts while you got nothing. “Tch, looks like someone’s got good taste,” he muttered, tapping the card against his palm while you sat across from him, feigning mild curiosity while your pulse thudded in your ears.

“What’s it says?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral, though you knew exactly what it said—you’d written the damn thing.

Grimmjow flicked the card open and read aloud, voice dripping with amusement. “‘To the strongest, sexiest Espada—’ heh, got that right—‘from your secret admirer. Enjoy the chocolates, you deserve them.’” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, whoever wrote this has their head screwed on straight. Finally, someone who gets it.”

He had no idea. No clue that you were the one who had slipped that carefully wrapped box onto his bed this morning. No idea that you had picked out those chocolates, your fingers trailing over the selection, wondering if he liked caramel or dark chocolate better. No idea that you had drawn that tiny heart on the card, agonising over whether it was too much or too little. And now, here he was, bragging at it, oblivious to the fact that his so-called ‘admirer’ was right before him.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you failed and double-rolled it, just because it was him. “Oh yeah? And what if it’s just some random weakling trying to butter you up?”

His grin widened, sharp canines flashing. “Doubt it. Got a feeling it’s someone with good instincts. And good taste.” He tossed the card onto the table and grabbed a chocolate, biting into it with a satisfied hum. “Damn. These are good. If this secret admirer’s got a brain, they’ll keep this up.”

You fought the urge to smirk, choosing to scoff instead. “What, you expecting more gifts now?”

“Hell yeah. If someone’s got the balls to admire me in secret, they better back it up. Maybe even come clean.” He tilted his head, watching you as he chewed, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes.

You exhaled, looking up at the bland ceiling and counting the circles, disguising your nerves. “Maybe they thought you’d appreciate the mystery,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Adds a little excitement, doesn’t it?”

Grimmjow shot you a look. “Excitement, my ass. If they wanted to get my attention, they should’ve just walked up and said somethin’.”

“Maybe they were scared you’d rip their head off.”

His lip curled, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tch. If they’re scared, they ain’t got any business liking me in the first place.” He stretched his arms behind his head, flexing lazily. “Bet they’re some shy little thing, all flustered ‘n shit. Cute, but probably too much of a coward to handle me.”

You nearly choked on your drink. Shy? Flustered? That wasn’t you at all. If only he knew.

“Or,” you countered, dropping your gaze to properly look him in his eyes, “maybe they know exactly what they’re doing. Maybe they’ve been watching you for a while and knows that if they played the right cards, they’d have you thinking about them all damn day.”

His smirk faltered for just a second, eyes flicking to you with annoyance as if something about your words struck a nerve. You held his gaze, forcing yourself not to break, not to give in to the heat creeping up your neck.

“Tch. You sound like you know somethin’.”

You leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “Maybe I do.”

His gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than usual before he exhaled through his nose and turned away. “Hah. Whatever. If this person wants me so bad, they better quit hidin’. Ain’t got the patience for games.”

You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, but you kept your expression neutral. Typical of Grimmjow to turn any situation into something intense. “Sounds like you’re looking forward to meeting them.”

“Damn right. If they’ve been watching me, thinking about me, sending me stuff like this? They better be ready for what happens when I find ‘em.” He licked a stray smear of chocolate from his thumb, gaze locked on yours. “And trust me, I will.”

You held your breath and held his stare, matching his cocky smirk. “Hope they’re ready, then.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cactimorada

©satsugacafé: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[yanderemommabean]

Idk if you know solo leveling but 100% I choose jinwoo there something about him that makes him perfect yandere material for me 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

The way he'd send his bouquet would be so cute yet threatening too. Blue and black roses, cute candies, and a black envelope with his own handwriting that just says "I already have those specialty rooms rented. Don't waste my time. "

Probably used his attachment to his system and stats to find you, which barely took ten minutes. As soon as he has you, it's straight to the red rooms. Of course he's prattling on about why he loves you, why he chose you, why you aren't EVER leaving, it's how he sets the mood! Unfortunately on days like this, he has to be kind of fast with the romance so you two aren't hurt or killed by other yanderes who are also hunting.

I picture he's the type to go full force at first, claiming you entirely while you writhe and gasp, blubbering out tears when the pleasure begins to hurt, and right as you think you're about to be given a break- He sits back, pours himself a drink, and says "Thank god they have good toys here. I want to see just how much I can drain from you...wonder if I can use the system to make it last longer."

Any other day, Jinwoo would take his time, acting like a wolf circling prey, making you nervous with every word and every movement. he loves how scared you act, knowing he's in full control, that he hold everything about your life in the balance with his power.

Jinwoo loves breaking you down. You just look your best when you're too weak to fight back and have to take what he gives you.

When you finally crumple and give in, he's the sweetest thing. Acts like a giant attention starved puppy who craves your attention, any sort of interaction, but is more than capable of murder and mayhem.

-Mommabean

[venomhoundfanworks]

Hazbin Hotel - First "I Love You"s

Happy Valentines Day, all~ I wanted to make a special post for today. So here are short stories about the first time you exchanged I love you with Lucifer, Vox, and Alastor

CASUAL REMINDER: What was supposed to be the Angel Dust part in this post got too long because I have no self control. Its now its own story >>over yonder<<

Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; allusions to heartbreak, cheating, abuse, just lots of past bad stuff; but its all in the past, this content is fluff and feels; Lucifer has a panic attack in his part cause he needs therapy Cavity content and brainrot below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

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Lucifer ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Lucifer knew the words. Of course he did. After all, he was a married man. Obviously. But… They seemed to carry so much more weight now then they ever did before. Ever since Lilith left. Now they felt much more like a burden then something to celebrate. Perhaps he was idealistic, if not naïve before. But just the thought of love had made him giddy. It always held the promise of endless laughter, dancing under stars, and countless ever afters.

But now? Now, thinking of love scared him. It made his heart clench and the cold weight of dread harden in his chest. Lucifer’s mind would always go to that horrible moment when he realized Lilith was gone. That she wasn't coming back. Now, love just seemed like a promise of pain. A promise to leave in the end.

However, if there is one thing Lucifer can reliably do, its ignore a problem. Its his special talent to be able to simply not register any smoke or embers until its an all-engulfing, burning blaze.

With how close the two of you were getting, Lucifer should have seen the signs. He should have noticed the warmth that stained his face, the excitement that burned in his stomach to the point of making him sick, as well as the pure sense of comfort and affection that welled up in his chest. He should have done alot of things. But instead, every thought, every notion Lucifer got that there is more, that there is something beautiful blossoming between you two is thrown to the wayside. Buried deep, to be dealt with later.

Until it can’t be dealt with later. Until it bursts out in a way only Lucifer can manage to do; on complete accident.

Neither of you remember how the conversation started, or honestly, the majority of what was said. You were folding what felt like endless paper crafts for Charlie. All while Lucifer rambled to you about his latest duck related project. He fiddled and spun one of said ducks in his hands, using it as a fidget toy while he spoke. Lucifer did… attempt to help you when he found you. But you correctly assessed that he would be much more of a detriment then an asset with his mind so focused elsewhere. So here you two were; him passionately talking your ear off while you did the delicate work he couldn’t.

When it happened, it was sudden. Lucifer had just bounced up to leave when the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could catch them; “That sounds great! I love you, Duckie~”

Just like that, it was like a live bomb had been dropped between you two. Time itself seemed to stop and both of you remained completely still. Lucifer’s heart pounded; blood rushing so fast it was deafening. His hands trembled. He could already feel overwhelmed tears pricking at his eyes and fogging up his vision. He could feel his lungs burning for air while he fought to keep his breathing steady. He wanted to run. He wanted to hide in his room and cry. He wanted to turn to you and try and explain and beg you not to leave him…

But instead Lucifer just stood there. Frozen. Paralyzed in fear that he had just broken whatever you two had going. That he had ruined his only chance at a fresh start like he ruins everything else-

“Do you mean that?”

Your gentle words broke through Lucifer’s rapid spiral and put a harsh stop to any further thoughts in his head. He simply blinked dumbly a few times. A subconscious attempt to get rid of the excess wetness in his eyes. “W-w-what?”

“Do you…” Lucifer could hear the trembling in your soft voice. The hesitance in your breathe as you held it for a moment to try and gather yourself before finishing, “…really love me?”

At that, Lucifer finally found it in himself to turn around and look at you. In your eyes he saw the exact same fear that he had. Fear of the future. Fear of pain. Fear of the inevitable.

For the first time in forever, Lucifer felt understood. For the first time, Lucifer felt that something for him might turn out okay after all.

“Yes. I love you so much.”

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Vox ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Vox had certainly thought about the words. He had said them to you in his head countless times. But he had yet to work up the courage to actually say them to you outloud. Everytime Vox was sure it was going to happen, they would always end up catching in his throat. Then his thoughts would start racing, his fans suddenly whirring trying to keep him from overheating, and the words would end up dying before he could get his shit together.

What if he was moving too fast? The last thing he wanted to do was jump the gun. Especially when it came to you. What if he says it too soon, coming off desperate and scaring you off? Or worse, what if he got the timing wrong? What if those words, those ever important words, came out at the worst possible moment? Vox was well aware that his own lightness and euphoria could be blinding him to your mental state. What if he was reading the entire situation wrong?

What if… you just didn’t feel the same?

That was the notion that ended it. Ended any attempt or thoughts Vox possibly had of confessing. Vox was pretty sure he couldn't handle another heartbreak. Another rejection. So he kept the words to himself and settled for whatever it was you had now. Your current “relationship” was better then the possible alternative. So he would settle. Vox told himself he was okay with whatever scraps he got like he always did.

You had gracelessly fallen asleep on Vox one evening; the movie marathon he had coaxed you into losing the battle with your sleep deprived self. When Vox noticed your body relax against him as you fell asleep, he couldn't help but chuckle lovingly. It was cute and… sweet that you trusted him like this. Enough to fall asleep on him like something out of a stupid teen romance.

Vox hummed to himself and playfully rolled his eyes, shifting around so you could sleep more comfortably on his chest. He held you close, his claws gently petting you and his heart beating a little too loudly in his own head for his liking. Despite how much he complained, in whatever poor attempts he did to keep up his bravado, Vox would be lying if he said he didn’t love moments like this. Moments where you two were just something from a stupid romance.

Vox continued his humming, but now with more purpose. It was as if he was trying to sooth you. To lull you into a deeper sleep. He gently pressed his screen against the top of your head in a makeshift kiss. The words escaped his mouth before he could consciously register them; a gentle “I love you.” It just felt… right in that moment. For once, he wasn't panicking internally or overheating with dread at your possible response. Everything was calm. Quiet. Besides, it wasn't like you were even awake to hear him anyway…

“…I love you too.”

Vox immediately went silent and every muscle in his body tensed. He wasn't fully sure he heard you right at first. That is, if he didn't outright hallucinate it. Your words were groggy, partially slurred; clearly having responded to him in your sleep.

But did that fact really matter? You had said it to him. You said the words back. So you must have loved him on some level, right? Vox could feel himself trembling as his grip on you tightened protectively, as if you were at threat of being taken away from him in that very moment. As if you might just slip away through his fingers like a gust of wind. Vox pulls your sleeping form ever closer, curling around you, desperate to be as close as he can possibly be.

He swears from that moment on, that he is never going to let you go.

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Alastor ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

Alastor had… honestly never really thought about those words. Or even what best describes his own feelings for you for that matter. He simply acknowledged that, yes, he did feel some sort of… “affection” towards you. So “affection” was what he called it. It didn’t matter what it actually was. You seemed to return it. You let him express his feelings how he wished. Things between you two seemed to be going swell. So… was there really a need to name it?

Alastor certainly didn't think so. Perhaps it was just in his roots to not give something like that a name. A name acknowledges it. Gives it shape. Gives it power. A name makes something tangible. Turns the ethereal into something to be wielded. Either for, or against you. But that was the risk you accepted when you played with fire. That its flame could scorch you and leave you just as charred as those you hoped to use it against.

It was early. Dreadfully early. But Alastor was wide awake and in the Hotel kitchen preparing the residential breakfast. Already singing and humming to himself like it wasn't too early for even the birds. Your footsteps were weighted with sleep as you meandered your way towards the kitchen. Alastor’s only acknowledgment of you was the flick of his ears when you stomped particularly loud.

You lethargically pulled out one of the dining chairs, unintentionally dragging one of its legs against the floor and making a horrid squeal. Most people would have been terrified at the sight of the radio demon visibly recoiling at the sound; his ears flattening back as he shot you a look over his shoulder. But you were not most people.

Instead, you settled yourself. Your head leaning sleepily against your arms on the table while the radio demon simply stared, motionless at you.

“Dear.” Alastor only spoke when you started staring back. Unabashedly meeting his unwavering eyes with your own. His voice crackled with static. “You-are aware of how early it is, aren't you?”

You gave an affirming hum. “Are you?”

Alastor visibly retracted himself, slowly turning back to his work despite his ears remaining pinned back. He… didn’t actually have a response for that. You both knew he had no business being here at this hour. Especially since his only reason for being the Hotel’s chef at all was some misplaced sense of culinary pride.

So Alastor resigned himself and silently continued. Slowly relaxing once again into his normal rhythm as you watched from the table. Your eyes tracing his every movement like he was a show in and of himself. Looking at him like he was a work of art.

“Al?”

Alastor simply made an acknowledging sound at your inquiry. Letting you know that he had heard you, but most of his attention was still on preparing the Hotel’s breakfast.

“I love you.”

It wasn't a groundbreaking declaration. Something yelled in a moment of despair and desperation as if the earth itself was being ripped out from under you. The ground certainly wasn't breaking apart at your words now. No. This was just a simple acknowledgment. A voicing of fact.

Perhaps that reverence was what gave Alastor pause. Made him actually consider the notion.

Love. Was that what this was? Was that this tightness, this need he had deep in his chest? Was that the name of this longing, this warmth he felt whenever you were too wonderfully close or pulled away too far? Was this… fondness, this comfort he had in moments like these… what love was?

“Alastor?”

He didnt notice he had slowly stopped what he was doing. So lost in thought that he had ceased all motion. Alastor looked back at you and affectionately chuckled when he saw the concerned look in your eyes. He found himself with a genuine smile for once. Not the usual grin that he plastered on, the one that could easily find itself more on the side of a snarl then a grin. But a real smile that reached his eyes.

“I’m fine, Love. Just thinking is all.”

If this was what love was, then he could certainly learn to live with it.

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AN: Happy Valentines day everyone! I hope ya'll find real love and happiness while I'm over here gargling my fictional men (˵˘ ³˘˵) (Also tag which type of love/way of saying 'I love you' you are; I'm Luci ◉〰◉)

LINKS AND FURTHER READING ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

My Masterlist for my Other Work: >>HERE<<

The Angel Dust Section: >>HERE<<

AO3 Archive Link: >>HERE<<

Ngl, Vox's section was inspired by the strange like... silent agreement that alot of people have that Vox definitely tells you he loves you while your sleeping. Ive noticed a bunch of people have him do that in their fics and its just funny to me that so many people have come to the same conclusion.

One such fic is this adorable little drabble over >>HERE<< by @voxisdaddy

There is a super cute post about trying (and failing) to cook for Alastor and Lucifer and them having to step in to help you by @alastor-x-reader-stories over >>HERE<<

ALSO HAVE THIS STUUUPIDDD-- fic that I actually almost had a panic attack over because I couldn't find it and I thought it got deleted-ANYWAY. Its by @girlboypersonthingy and its a wonderful fic about Lucifer desperately pining over the reader and I reread it ALOT its over >>HERE<<

[metyouinthehallway]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

Bartender!chris x stripper!reader

(This the first REAL smut between the two🤗)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Walking into the club, you’re met with a sea of red and pink. Balloons and cheesy decor litter the bar and stage. Tonight, all the girls— including you, dressed in pretty pink lingerie, some even going the extra mile and doing themed makeup.

When you make your way to the bar, you eye a single rose that’s housed in an empty beer bottle. Chris is too busy tending to customers to notice your presence until he whips around, nearly bumping into you in the process.

“Oh- hey! Happy Valentine’s Day.” He sounds just as surprised as he looks, a damp rag slung over his shoulder and his brows raised to meet the hat that sits on his head.

“Happy V-day!” You cheer, your lips curving into a warm smile. The music and chatter amongst customers withering away as the two of you hold eye contact.

“Here, for you.” Chris clears his throat, handing you the aged beer bottle, the rose poking out of the mouth of the glass. He looks almost bashful, like he’s unsure if this is too much.

“Chris,” you start, your smile slowly turning downward. You’d never received flowers before and the small gesture meant the world to you. “It’s beautiful, thank you…” your fingers toy with the petals, gleaming at the single flower before you.

“Mhm, y’know I had to get my favorite girl something.” Chris can already feel his dick jumping in his pants as he takes in the sight of you, barely covered in the sexiest lingerie he’s ever seen.

“Favorite girl, hm?” You chuckle, but before the conversation is able to continue, you’re pulled away from the bar. Your boss ordering you to start interacting with customers.

Soon enough, you’re on the stage, heart shaped decorations lousily hang from the ceiling tiles and faux rose petals are scattered on the stage floor.

Your fingers lazily wrap around the pole, men already fisting bills your way and you’ve barely even started the show yet. You know Chris is watching from afar, you can feel his gaze on you.

That’s what you want. You want the bartender to get worked up enough— both of you know he can’t do anything about it while on the clock.

You swing your body around the pole, using your upper body strength to raise yourself off of the ground. Wrapping a sultry leg around the cold metal, you twirl your body, contorting it in ways that only lonely men would pay for.

His eyes are burning into your skin. You can’t see him from the position you’re in but oh, you could feel the weight of his eyes as you prance around the dimly lit stage.

After what’d felt like hours upon hours of working, you’re bagging your tips, not bothering to count the bills. Once the night had come to a still, you’re clothing yourself, grabbing your car keys and heading to the sketchy parking lot.

“So, you just gonna go home? No big plans tonight?” Chris who’d been patiently waiting for you, leans against the side of his car, arms folded infront of his chest.

His voice caused you to jolt slightly, your fingers fumbling for your pepper spray before you realize who was speaking to you.

“Shit…! You scared me,” you chuckle, the February weather causing you to shiver despite the ginormous fluffy coat that clothed you.

“M’bad, pretty.” He lets out a breathy sigh, amused at your shock factor. He bites down on his lip ever so subtly, taking in your attire once more. “No plans tonight though… right?” He confirms, pushing off of the car and stepping toward you.

You shake your head in response. “Nope, not tonight.” The parking lot light flickers as you speak, arms now wrapped around your own body to preserve warmth and comfort— the parking lot always spooked you the most.

“Come over.” He shrugs, his voice carrying a sweet charm to it. It’s as if it was the most casual thing in the world, you going to his place. Come to think of it, would it be so terrible? The two of you have only ever interacted within public spaces. Perhaps the privacy of his walls would make you feel more comfortable.

“What?” You reply, Chris’s jaw tightens for a moment. For all he knew, he could be getting rejected on Valentine’s Day. How heartbreaking would that be?

“Come to my place. We can chill, have a shitty dinner together. Shit, who knows, maybe we’ll end up cuddling.” He confirms, you search his expression for a hint of sarcasm but it’s not there. He’s serious.

“Are you asking me to be your valentine?” You tease, a smirk playing at your lips when you realize what he’s insinuating.

“Nah, just figured if I’m gonna spend the night jerking off the the thought of you, might as well have you there, y’know?” The admission rolls off his tongue so naturally, like he holds no shame in his words.

Your eyes widen, your pussy already aching for him and he has yet to even touch you. Nodding your head, you take a step closer to Chris. “Take me to your place, bartender.” You peer up at him through your false lashes. He’d always towered over you but it’s not until now that you notice just how intense his gaze is.

The drive to Chris’s house isn’t long, three songs length. You counted. His hands fumble with his keys as he reaches to unlock the front door. He turns to look at you, desperation and forgiveness in his eyes as he opens his mouth to speak.

“I live with my brothers… Nick is probably passed out by now and I don’t think Matt’s home.” He turns the key in the lock, you can hear the door click open. You had no idea Chris had brothers. Now that he mentions it, you didn’t know much about him at all. You two only ever talked about you.

“Brothers?” You repeat as if you misheard him. He nods, holding the door open for you.

“Yeah, I’m a triplet. The youngest.” He chuckles at your amusement. You kick off your shoes at the door, noticing how fresh the house smells. Like linen and florals.

“Cmon, I’m down here.” He motions, leading you down the stairs to his bedroom. It’s much cleaner than you expected, there’s one poster thumbtacked to the wall, a rapper or something. A guitar tucked away in its case leans against the corner of his room.

“You play?” You ask, motioning to the sleek guitar case.

“Not in years.” Chris huffs in response, he takes your purse from your hands, placing it on his desk chair. “So, dinner. Whatchu thinking?” He changes the subject, plopping onto his mattress.

“Pizza?” You suggest, accepting the fact that Chris won’t be serenading you with the sweet melodies of his guitar tonight. He nods in response, watching as you hesitate to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Don’t be shy, y/n.” Chris chuckles, patting the space next to him. By the time you’d made yourself comfortable next to him, he’s already pulled his phone from his pocket and began browsing DoorDash.

“So… these brothers. Tell me about them.” You start, laying your head on his shoulder. You watch his thumb flit across the phone screen as he orders your dinner.

“Nicks the oldest, then Matt, then me. I dunno, I mean… Nick’s pretty loud and Matt’s real quiet. I’d say I’m a good mix.” He relaxes into your touch. His once tense shoulders now slumping as he becomes accustomed to your body.

“Mhm… and how come you’ve never told me you’re a triplet?” You continue. The questions spewing out of your mouth now. He hits order on the screen. Setting his phone on the nightstand and giving you his full attention.

“Never came up. Wanna watch somethin’?” He changes the subject once again. One arm snakes around your shoulders while the other reaches for his remote.

Chris puts on some random comedy, letting out a sigh of contentment as you snuggle closer to him. Your legs coming up to your chest and your full body weight leaning into his side now.

“Y/n?” Chris asks, turning to look at you.

“Yes, Christopher?” You look up at him, this is nice. The two of you, not in public. It feels almost domestic. Too domestic.

“We should get drinks.” He shifts abruptly, holding out a hand for you to take and leading you upstairs to the kitchen. A very simple very bland kitchen at that. White cabinets and a fridge decorated with coloring pages.

“Take your pick.” He opens the refrigerator door, revealing the plethora of beverages. Everything from Pepsi to lemonade and Capri-Suns.You reach for a lemonade, Chris going for a Pepsi.

“Who’s coloring?” You point out the neatly colored pages. It looks like who ever did them took their time and made sure to color between the lines.

“Us, we have hobbies y’know.” Chris teases, heading back to his room. Before he does though, he opens the front door, grabbing your food.

“I’m not judging! Just intrigued.” You defend yourself, following him around like a puppy. It doesn’t go lost on you that he locks the bedroom door behind him as the two of you re-enter his bedroom.

You sit cross legged on his bed, Chris doesn’t hold back, digging into the pizza, you doing the same. With Chris, it feels like you aren’t just coworkers. Maybe friends. Definitely more than friends.

His room is illuminated by a dim lamp and the tv that plays the forgotten movie in front of you. “So, rate this Valentine’s Day.” You take a bite of your food, watching as Chris removes his hat and places it on the nightstand.

“Couldn’t be worse. I got you here, don’t I?” Chris closes the pizza box, staring at you intently.

“Could it be better?” You rebuttal, your eyes glued to his as you take the last bite of your pizza.

“I mean…” he snorts, pornographic ideas playing on the film reel in his mind. You cock a brow at Chris, you’re a stripper sure! But does he think you’re the easiest woman alive? “Not that we have to-” he holds a hand up in defense, but you stop him with a giggle, your lips meeting his.

Your hand snakes to the back of Chris’s neck, deepening the kiss a little bit more before you pull away. “How easy do you think I am?” You bite down on your now slightly swollen lip, eyes peering at Chris’s lips for a moment.

“No- what? I never said that.” You can practically see the panic in his brain. He leans back against his headboard in defeat, his messy hair falling over his forehead.

His thoughts contradict his words though. He wanted nothing more than to have your bare backside against his sheets. He wanted nothing more than to see your brows knit together in pleasure— to hear his name fall gleefully from your lips.

“I’m messing with you, bartender.” You roll your eyes, your manicured nails tracing the hem of his denim clad thigh as you speak.

“I don’t wanna fuck you like you’re a stripper…” his breath hitches in the wake of your nails. He’s seeing you for you. Not the girl that spins around on stage for dirty money.

“So fuck me like I’m your valentine.” The seductive tone of your voice only causes Chris’s jeans to tighten around his crotch. He lets out a shaky breath as you crawl onto his lap.

“Y/n…” he mutters, his hands delicately placing themselves on your hips. The once neutral room now hot and heavy with tension. Chris is beyond nervous and he’s trying desperately to maintain his composure.

“Yes Chris?” You reverberate, running a hand up his arm, you deliberately roll your hips into his causing him to throw his head back and let out a low groan.

“Fuck…” he hisses through his teeth, guiding your hips with his hands. You lean in, pressing a kiss to his stubbled jaw, his body tensing in response.

“What’s the matter bartender? Nervous?” You tease, you’ve never seen Chris so stiff before. It was new— this was new.

“Not nervous, just unexpected?” His answer comes out as a question. His eyes meet yours again, this time there’s vulnerability behind them. “I don’t want you to think I’m like those guys…”

“I know you’re not, I wouldn’t be here if I thought any different.” Your voice is soft now, reassuring him that this is what you want. You didn’t want Chris to feel like he had to do this either.

You grind against his jeans once more, physically proving that you both want this. You can feel him growing harder beneath you and by the way you’re moving on top of him, he knows you’re feeling the same way.

“You aren’t one of my clients. We’re off the clock Chris, you can do anything you want to me.” Your words echo throughout his ears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest with each breath the takes.

He looks down at his lap, then back up at your eyes. This time, he searches them, his lips parted slightly as he struggles to find the right words.

“Are you positive? Like… one hundred percent?” He asks, his grip on your hips never tightens, if anything it becomes more delicate. Like you’re fine china on the brink of shattering.

You hum in response, your nails tugging gently at the hair on the back of his head. Chris finally gives in, pulling you close to him and connecting your lips in a desperate kiss.

Your lips move in sync with each other, parting your lips, you allow Chris to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tongues dancing together, he swallows your quiet whimpers. His own larger hand supports the back of your head as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

Chris is quick to escalate things now that you’ve reassured him. His free hand roaming beneath your shirt, ghosting over your warm skin. You can feel his cock begging for escape beneath you, your own hands travel down to his belt, hastily unbuckling it and pulling it through his belt loops. The clatter of the metal hitting the floor heard from across the room as you toss it to the side.

Every touch is eager, both of you itching for the other. He pulls back for a moment, hands on the hem of your shirt. You nod, lifting your arms up and he wastes no time pulling your top over your head.

Your fingers move quick, impatiently fondling with his pant buttons, Chris flips you over, shimmying off his pants. His bulge hard to miss through his briefs, you look up at Chris who’s using one arm to support himself above you.

He grins like a lust struck idiot, placing kisses down your neck and collarbone, slowly pulling your bra strap down your shoulder as he does so. You lift up, letting him unhook your bra and exposing your chest to him for the first time.

He’s bites down on his lip in anticipation before attaching his lips to one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over the bud, his other hand kneading your free breast before switching attention.

“Chris!” You giggle, pulling at his hair, he leaves wet kisses in the valley of your chest. Trailing down to your tummy, his fingers toy with the waistband of your sweatpants, removing those too.

He continues his trail of kisses down to your upper thigh, neglecting where you need him most. You’re heat soaking with desire for his mouth, his fingers… anything. He peers up at your through hooded eyes, his tongue darting out to lick at your swollen bundle of nerves.

That elicits a whine from you, arching your back slightly off the bed. Chris lets out a soft chuckle, his tongue licking a flat stripe up your soaking cunt.

“So wet, hm?” He hums, spreading your legs wider, his arms wrap around either of your thighs. You nod in response, though he can’t hear it, he knows you want more.

Each flit and flutter of his tongue has you soaring above the stars. Chris knows how to work his mouth and it shows. Your thighs tighten around his head, your smaller hands grasping at his large ones, he intertwines your fingers with his, watching your face intently as he continues to eat you out.

“Shit…Chris!” You squeal, your hips grinding against his face and your grip on his hands tightens. He’s devouring you at this point. The only sounds heard from the room being your gasps and whines of pleasure mixed with his slurping and sucking. He’s completely enamored by the sight of you using his tongue to get yourself off.

Chris finally comes up for air, a smug smirk on his face as he takes in your state. “All good up there, mama?” His voice rough, you open your eyes, chest still heaving— to be met with Chris who’s chin is glistening with your arousal.

“Mhm…” you whine, bucking your hips against nothing. Chris quickly pulls himself out of his briefs, reaching in his nightstand for a condom. Impatiently, you wait for what feels like ages (it was really only ten seconds) for him to roll it onto his length. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see his size.

He slowly pushes himself into you, your walls adjusting to his girth. Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he stills for a moment, dipping his head down to your neck.

“You okay?” He asks against the skin crook of your neck. When you give him the approval he needed, he starts to thrust in and out of you. Gradually increasing pace. Your jaw hangs open, letting breathy moans escape your lips. Chris has never seen anything more attractive in his life.

“So… so good!” You cry out, your nails raking up and down his back as he continues his movements. You feel almost exhilarated, Chris obviously knew what he was doing and he did a damn good job at it too. His own grunts of pleasure being muffled by your skin. He places a sloppy kiss to your lips, swallowing each others pleas of desperation.

Chris pulls out momentarily, flipping you over, your ass is in the air and face buried in his sheets. He grips your hips hard, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. The new position allows Chris to ram himself deeper into your pussy, your curses now being screamed into the depths of his mattress.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so good pretty girl-” Chris praises, his hips slamming into your backside as each word leaves his mouth. Chris takes your hands behind your back, using them as reigns of support.

“Can’t…” you mewl, but that only meant you were barely holding on. Chris, could feel you tightening around his cock, your walls pulsating and he knows your on the brink of your orgasm.

“Mhm, I know you can baby, almost there.” Chris grunts, his hips full force ramming into your tight pussy. You wiggle your hands free from his grip, now grasping at the bedsheets, your back arching further as you feel yourself begin to give out.

With a few final thrusts, he has you spewing his name from your pretty lips, him shooting his load into the condom. he slows his pace, pulling out at an agonizingly slow rate, he ties the condom and tosses it into the bin. His full attention now on you again as he rubs comforting circles on your back.

“Holy shit…” he gleams at your fucked out state. Chris lets you fully collapse onto his bed, laying in the empty spot next to you. Neither of you exchanging a word for a while.

He pulls your body toward his, his front pressed against your back. Chris litters your cheek with kisses while whispering comforting words into your ear.

“So we’re definitely gonna start doing that more?” You confirm once you regain your composure. Turning to face him, you’re met with a very happy looking bartender.

Chris hums in response, lips placing a chaste kiss to your nose before speaking. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiles at you, never loosening his grip around your torso.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: happy (late) vday to all u bartender!chris sluts <3

[starryhyuck]

hey neighbor! (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: neighbor!mark x afab!reader

words: 2k+

summary: is it normal for your neighbor to keep delivering sex toys to your door?

genre: smut

warnings: mentions and use of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators, anal play, fingering, spitting, pussy eating, use of fake cum, squirting, choking, creampie

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Mark doesn’t really understand why this keeps happening to him.

He’s a model citizen who doesn’t ask for much. He follows a simple routine — wake up before sunrise, eat a hearty breakfast, go to work, return home before sundown, and maybe sneak a quick trip to the gym or play a few rounds of basketball with Chenle. He unwinds at the end of the night by starting a new television show or checking out a film he hasn’t gotten a chance to watch yet.

And sure, once in a while he’ll jerk off to satisfy his very normal libido.

But over the past few weeks, he keeps getting sex toys delivered to his door. High-powered vibrators, dildos stuffed with fake cum, large heart shaped jeweled butt plugs… you name it and he has it.

They’re all actually meant to be addressed to you, his very attractive neighbor, but he thinks the delivery person must not possess the ability to read or they’re getting a kick out of doing this to him. So once a week, he trudges over to your door with his tail tucked in between his legs, handing you the cardboard box shyly.

Every single time, you ask, “You opened it?”

And he responds, “I wanted to make sure it wasn’t actually for me.”

It’s only natural for Mark’s mind to wander to filthy thoughts of you putting those toys to use. He salivates at the vision of you on your knees, bouncing on a dildo and holding a vibrator over your clit while a shiny plug is nestled deep into your ass. He starts to get hard whenever he thinks about you, which proves to be a problem when he’s playing basketball with Chenle and suddenly springs a hard-on.

“What the fuck is in your pants?”

Mark glances down, swearing under his breath as he awkwardly blocks his bulge with his hands. “Uh, sorry about that, dude.”

Chenle’s face twists, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Jesus. Is it your neighbor again?”

He nods, ashamed. “It’s so bad. Today it was this little rabbit thruster with a complimentary bottle of lube.”

“Nice touch,” Chenle hums, shooting a layup and grinning when it sinks into the basket. “But you seriously need to get this fixed. I’m sorry, man, but I can’t play with you if you’re going to just be sprouting boners out of nowhere. People are going to think you have a basketball fetish.”

“Don’t you think I’m trying?” Mark huffs. “They keep dropping off this shit at my door! I don’t know what else to do.”

Chenle rolls his eyes. “How is it possible that you’re older than me and still act like this? It’s science, Mark. You go up to her door and ask her if you can put that toy to use. Then you fuck her, get it out of your system, and return to normal.”

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[weird-is-life]

First date charm

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader

Summary: You think that Bucky is too good for you

Warnings: fluff, mentions of food, like one swear word

Words: 1.1k

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I'm so sorry, James... but I don't think I'll be able to make it to the restaurant today. Again, I'm really sorry, I don't think i'll be able to see you anymore. You send a text to James Barnes.

The babysitter cancelled on you last minute, and with nobody else to watch your son you had to cancel the date.

Yes, you were definitely bummed about it because the first day with him was pretty much perfect. He was such a gentleman, and it felt like you could talk to him about anything. And it was like you could see him in your future immediately.

But you can't escape the nagging feeling that Bucky deserves better than you, than a single mom with a kid. Even though it hurts you more than you can admit.

Bucky feels devastated when he reads your text. He doesn't know what he did wrong. He thought the things were going great?

It was Sam that put you two together, and at first Bucky wanted to throttle him for setting up the date without asking Bucky first.

But after the first date Bucky was more than thankful. You were so kind and lovely and beautiful, and on Bucky's mind all the time since the date.

So he doesn't know what's happened. He tries to call you like 3 times, hoping for more of an explanation than only that text. He even texts you a few more times.

He starts to get worried when you don't respond. He would be thankful even if you just picked up the phone to tell him to fuck off, but you don't, and it drives him crazy.

He waits for your response for 2 hours, debating on just going up to your apartment to see if you are okay.

But after the 2 hours it gets too much for him. His mind going to the worst possible scenarios. He can't help it. The years of trauma don't make it easy for him to live, and not worry.

He gets to your apartment pretty quickly, his motorcycle makes it easy to speed through traffic. He paces nervously in front of the building, maybe he shouldn't have come here.

He contemplates for a few more minutes, and then rings the bell. Maybe you will think that he's crazy psychopath for showing up at your doorsteps, but he has to make sure you're okay.

You don't expect anybody to ring the bell to your apartment as soon as you put your son to sleep. You definitely don't expect to hear Bucky's voice from the intercom.

His soft 'can I come up?' makes your heart flatter, and you buzz him in. He's up the stairs on your floor quickly. And of course, he has a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"James, what are you doing here?" you ask quietly. He looks so handsome for the cancelled date, and it makes you feel even worse.

"I'm sorry for showing up...You weren't answering your phone, and-and I was worried." He looks apologetically at you.

"My phone....oh-" you quickly dissappear into your apartment, searching for your phone.

Bucky doesn't mean to snoop, but with the door wide open he notices all of the toys and kids stuff. His mouth goes dry a bit.

"I'm sorry, James, I had my phone on quiet.....," you stop talking when you follow Bucky's gaze. His eyes roaming all over the things.

"What's all this? You have a kid?"  Bucky looks baffled, like he just saw a ghost in front of him.

"Yes." You admit, guilt for not telling him all over your face. You thought that Sam had told Bucky about Teo, but you realised on the date that he hadn't.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you just wanted to see how the first date goes first. And in between the first and the second date the thoughts of Bucky being too good for you settled in your mind.

I mean, he's so charming, and probably the nicest man you have ever met. He's also so so respectful. And god, he's so handsome as well, those piercing blue eyes? To die for...

"I wanted to tell you, Bucky. I just....you deserve someone else. Not me with a kid. I-I loved our date, but I know what guys think about women with kids. It's not very attractive...," you sigh. You have experienced rejections from guys because of Teo before.

"Wait, wait, wait, doll. Did I give you the impression that I'd care about such things?" Bucky almost immediately asks. "I don't care that you have a kid, I like you, and I loved the date with or without knowing that you have a kid."

"You say that now, but what about when-" he interrupts you before you can finish.

"Doll, I like you! How about we just take it one date at a time, yeah? Let's see where this goes?" Bucky tries to reason with you. He doesn't want to let you go without even getting to know you properly. Like fuck, he hasn't felt this kind of connection in a long, long time.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'd understand if not, I really would," you try to give him a smile to convince him (and yourself) which doesn't really work.

Bucky slowly takes your hand into his, and squeezes your hand in reassurance, "I'm very sure. I like you, and I don't know If I should be a little offended that you thought I'd mind that you are a mom.."

His attempt at lightening the mood is successful. You chuckle at his words, and he gives you a smile in return.

You eye the bouquet of the flowers in his other hand,"are those for me?"

"Who else?" Bucky murmurs teasingly as he hands you the beautiful flowers.

"Thank you, Bucky. They are beautiful," you say sheepishly, "but I still can't go on the date today. There's nobody who can watch Teo." You tell him a little disappointed.

"No, that's okay, doll. I just wanted to make sure that we were okay, but more importantly that you were okay. I should go tho," he says, and leans down bravely to kiss your cheek goodbye.

He can see your cheeks go rosy instantly. The blush making you even more pretty.

"W-wait, Bucky," you catch his hand before he can turn away, " you could stay, Teo is asleep....we could order pizza or-or whatever you like." You almost face slap yourself for acting like some unsure teenager in love. Stammering over your words.

Bucky thinks it over for a few seconds before he smiles at you," I'd love to, and pizza sounds fantastic."

"Great, c'mon." You happily pull him after you inside the apartment while apologising for all the mess. But Bucky couldn't care less about that, he's just more than happy he gets to spend time with you again.

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focus and study - viktor

summary; in which viktor gives you a proper incentive to study hard and even helps you relieve some stress

genre/extra tags; small one shot, modern college au, smut, fluff, half baked smut, established relationship, this could be considered a prequel to my jayvik reader smut, viktor and reader were together first and jayce joined in not long after, OR jayce thought they were dating already and viktor reader thought too hard about the relationship, silly shit at the end, jayvik freak agenda, OOC viktor????, open ended

word count; 1.1k

[nsfw] [gender neutral reader]

[warnings; sex toys, dom! vik my beloved, written by a sex neutral asexual, orgasm denial/edging, overstimulation?, voyeurism?, implied dacryphyilia, degradation???, vik call you a slut, whore, dumbification?? idk how to spell that one how fitting, riding, slight oral, a small step up from mean viktor compared to my other fic]

a/n; umm... no notes. written in January, finished for valentines. this world will never give me viktor league for valentines. this is so half baked. im so sorry viktor nation.

studying was the worst. at least for you. you, who usually had a good sense of confidence when it came to your classes, felt like screaming into the void with every curse you knew.

nothing just seemed to be clicking in your mind. no matter how many times you went over it yourself, how you asked the teacher, how you asked some classmates. nothing worked.

but then viktor had this genius idea.

"hah... viktor.. i don't- i don't kn-know.." you gasped between words as you feel how sticky your lower half has become as you sat at your desk. you've never been more thankful to only afford a cheap chair because you just know that any leather seat would have you riding on it like it's viktor's own dick. "i don't know- the- the answer-! ngh!" your body trembles as the stupid hot red dildo stuck in you vibrated gently. it was enough to feel but not enough to satisfy. it wasn't even big enough to hit any good spots, too.

"dear.. you can do better than this. i don't date a dumb whore.. do i?" he said sitting on your bed as he fiddled and twisted with the setting on your vibrator. his smirk is subtle every time he gains a whine out of you when he turns the settings higher or lower.

you shook your head, intensely disagreeing with him as you try to hold back from touching yourself. "n-no.. i'm not dumb.." you whined into your hand that did nothing to cover your moans.

"we have 5 more questions, pretty. can you do them for me?" he asked. you can hear him stand up, and you see his figure at your vanity mirror as he approaches you. you can see how hard he is with his pants tightening by his dick. "i'd be very happy if i could give you a reward."

you look at your written notes, but everything seems to blur and mesh together. you shift in your seat, and the vibrator just grazes your sweet spot. you crumble and whine loudly at the absolute lack of satisfaction you just felt. so close but so far. you don't even realize you're crying.

"is my poor love too much of a dumb slut to handle some math assignments? you can't even think, right? you can't even answer my questions anymore.." he said, his hand resting on your cheek as he turns you to face him. "what will i ever do with you?" he turns the settings higher, leaving your legs twitching and shaking for more.

"v-viktor.. please.." you cried out. "i want- want you so b-badly.." you can't help your hand traveling down to your heated area to start touching yourself for any sense of satisfaction. but viktor stops you from doing too much.

"now, now, what did i say about touching yourself? i should teach you how to behave properly. i'd say i could fuck you stupid but that wouldn't be so right for this scenario, would it?"

you start getting desperate, your hands grip at his pants tugging at them and looking up at him with glazed eyes for a chance to have him in you. "v-vik- ah.. please.." your body is only turned to him now, your face covered in tears as the vibrator is only grazing and brushing at your sweet spot.

"my pretty dumb slut, is that what you are now?" he asked, holding your face by your chin. his thumb rubs at your tears. "you listen to me so well, and yet you can't even finish reviewing your notes as i told you to." he shook his head in feign disappointment before moving back to the bed. you follow him, your bodily fluids drip down your legs in a way that makes you feel so pathetic, but you don't even care at this point. you need him so bad.

"please- viktor- i want to- i want-" you can't even speak right. not when he's unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. you almost drool at the sight of him.

"you should be good enough to not cum until i tell you, yes?" you nodded eagerly at his words. "look at you, you're drooling over me." he commented, but most of your sense is thrown out the window as you start licking at his dick. your warm mouth starts to suck and hollow your cheeks as you blow him. you can see how much he enjoys it, but he stops you from doing too much. he grabs a condom to put on, and your body shivers in excitement.

you both move to a more comfortable position, resting fully on the bed rather than on the edge of it. he takes the vibrator out of you, leaving you whining from the emptiness. "no whining, dear." he said as he sat on the bed, pants tossed to the side, boxers somewhere on the floor, and his white button-up open and loose. "ride." he gives the one command, and you go for it. you keep it careful so as not to disturb his hurt leg too much.

you line yourself with his cock and slowly sink, moaning at him filling you so well. you start riding not long after once you get used to the feeling of him. but you're so close to cumming due to the vibrator simply torturing you earlier that your body shivers and shakes from you holding back. "let- let me cum, v-viktor!" you gasp between pumps. his hands on your hips guide the pace.

"you couldn't even answer 5 questions for your notes. are you sure you're not my dumb slut? you can't even think about anything but my cock, right now? nothing but my pretty whore."

"please, please, please!" you repeated, your eyes unfocused and blown out as your mind draws blanks. "wanna cum! please!"

"you're asking so nicely. perhaps you're not that dumb." he hummed. "you can cum now, dear." he purred before holding your face to his, to kiss you stupid. you instinctively respond to his kisses and the last thrust that hits your sweet spot, leaving you to moan his name out. "that wasn't a great plan, but we learned a lot, didn't we?" you would be mad at him for being so composed and calm this whole time if you weren't so fuzzy brained right now. he slowly guides you to pull out and tosses the condom in the nearby trash bin. you move slowly and lean down to finish him off.

"you don't have to do that, dear."

your response is muffled, and you don't even pull away. you refuse to leave your man unsatisfied, but his next words have you pausing, "jayce can do that for you. isn't that right, jayce?" you pause to look over at the door and see a heaving jayce with a hard rock cock stuffed in his pants and a guilty puppy look on his warm face.

[transformers-spike]

I've been loving all the sparkling hc and such it's giving me brain rot

You're sleeping in bed until you wake up and see your creepy little cybertronian daughter with a frowny face emoticon on her face screen.

"I threw up." She has a similarly monotone as Soundwave.

Also I'm imagining the human partner lives on earth while soudwave works back on the nemesis till his shift ends.

She likes to wrap her tentacles around you for hugs.

KO with split spark sparklings

One is a little angel baby princess who hates getting dirty or scratches on her paint and would rather play indoors. Knockout had to physically carry her at times because she refuses to walk or drive on dirt.

The other is a menace to society, loves driving fast even if it means wrecking himself. Absolutely enjoys human culture and earth as a planet. Best friendsb with Breakdown's sparkling. Sweet kid but is a huge mess maker.

You try not to snort as your kids hands Knockout an entire rose bush, stem, roots, dirt and all.

"I love it" Knockout smiles through thinly veiled disgust and your sparkling beams.You end up planting it in the back garden.

Starscream's kid is 100% his pride and joy even though he tries to pretend like she's not. His sparkling would either be the most arrogant thing possible or super sweet no in-between. When she's too small to fly on her own she rides in his cockpit but as she gets bigger they fly together and he definitely shows her fancy flight maneuvers. Father-daughter dates because he wants her to have high standards.

You watch your daughter's wings droop and lower derma pout as she begs you for the toys from her favorite cartoon.

"Pleeeeeeaase, they're limited time edition."

Her puppy dog eyes might work on Starscream but not you....right, right? Stay strong soldier.

I like to imagine megs with a daughter aswell (you get a daughter and you get a daughter 🫵) while it would be karmic debt to get a kid whos really sensitive it's much funnier if the child is a gremlin.

"Your time is up Megatron."

Optimus points his blaster down at him but he catches something the corner of his optic. A sparkling jumps infront of Megatron before Optimus can shoot him.

"Using your own sparkling as a shield is low even fo-"

He's cut off as Megs daughter tranforms into a gun and shoots him.

"You were saying, Prime"

Gun alt mode is so fucking funny to me.

YESSSSSS I LOVE THE SPARKLING BRAINROT Soundwave's kid is the scariest most intelligent baby ever. Very affectionate with her mom, but also very likely to eliminate whatever she thinks is "threatening" her caretaker. Her creepy voice is perfection - makes me wonder if her dad ever speaks to her despite his vow of silence - or if he just sticks to EM field communication Lmao Knock Out's split-sparks are are his punishment for being the way he is. They each adopted some of his worst traits lmao. You'd think the twins don't get along but - no - it's even worse. One of them is great at manipulation, while the other is an adrenaline junkie who keeps crashing into his sire's pedes - together, they're unstoppable. If they unite forces with Breakdown's kid, they'll end the world together I personally loveeee the concept of Starscream starting off being like ew towards his own child before eventually bonding with her and being overwhelmed by his need to protect this part of himself. Still in denial abt it- even tho he shadows her constantly during flights and acts way nicer than he does to anyone else. Also the type of parent who refuses to think his kid has done anything wrong lol Megatron with a feral daughter is the best. I'm telling you, she's been gnawing on him since day one. Imagine she turns into something similar to G1 Galvatron's alt-mode - a turret-gun of sorts. She may not cause all that much damage, but her role model is carnage incarnate. Now watch her follow in his pede-steps