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[inbabylontheywept]

so for bizarre life experiences, today, in a tour for a rental house, the landlord failed to mention that the previous tenant was being evicted. the landlord also failed to show up for the tour, then called the guy he was currently evicting to ask him if he would be willing to give us a tour.

and then that guy did.

whole house was full of cat shit. minimum 5-10 loose turds per room. uncountable layers of piss. whole house was carpeted, of course. the smell was so bad we fled within 5 minutes.

then landlord called us afterwards to give us the whole high-pressure sales routine, yeah it'll be cleaned before you move in, don't worry about it, but you gotta sign fast because this thing is gonna get leased within the day once the smell is gone and i was just. i'm not just not-sold im genuinely wondering if i should call the city about this. i don't know if that house can be fixed. i think that house could be condemned, and he didn't just show it to me, he set it up. he could've refused to let me tour. he could've cancelled. instead be begged and pleaded and weedled with a man that he hated, who hated him, for us to pretty please be allowed to look at the mummified cat turds all over that mans living room. and then that man obliged obliged, and i have no idea who the winner of that whole arrangement was supposed to be.

i know i wrote a diatribe this morning about how people are irrational chaos beasts, but like. damn. even i forget that sometimes. i need a bath.

[rafesangelita]

♡ deciding to take a ride on the ‘tunnel of love’ roller coaster at the annual valentine’s day fair, rafe happens to catch you before it starts, conveniently locking himself in next to you. annoyed, you tell yourself you’ll be out and away from the man once the ride is over but (un)luckily for you, it just so happens to break down, leaving you two stuck together until it’s fixed..

warnings: one sided enemies to lovers (reader is the one who can’t stand rafe lol), forced proximity, teasing, flirty banter, slight angst (just a teeny tiny bit, it’s literally almost nonexistent), light fluff

a/n: now presenting… ‘TUNNEL OF LOVE’ 🤍 my town just so happens to be having a valentine’s day fair.. maybe (hopefully) i’ll go!

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 1.4k

[7:57 PM] bestie ♡: it looks like kelce is going to take me out for v-day after all!! don’t wait for me, i’ll catch up soon, promise!

you had just bought an extra large funnel cake for you and your best friend to share when you read her text, your sugary sweet smile faltering as you took a seat at a nearby bench. “more for me, i guess..” you sighed, feeling a little bit silly at the fact that you sat here by yourself when everyone who passed you by was either in a group setting or hand in hand with someone who was most likely their significant other.

you picked at the fried goodness, not really feeling as festive as you were just two minutes ago. “yo, y/n!” you recognized the voice before you even looked up, your eyes immediately rolling as none other than rafe ‘insufferable daddy’s money’ cameron made his way over to you. ‘please let this be quick..’ you whispered under your breath, not sparing the man a single glance as he plopped down ridiculously close to you.

“what do you want, rafe?” he smiled when he heard his name roll off of your tongue, his muscular arm draping across your shoulders as his mouth dropped next to your ear. “can you at least act like you could tolerate me?” you scoffed, shrugging him off. “no, i can’t,” you finally looked at him, “because even that is too difficult to do.” he swallowed thickly, feeling slightly defeated before he went for the funnel cake that sat in your lap.

“i’m really not that bad, i’ll make you realize that soon.” rafe was also too confident and cocky for your liking— more reasons you could add to your seemingly never ending list as to why you think you two would never work out.

“i highly doubt that.” rafe was licking powdered sugar off of his fingers when you met his gaze again, your eyes flickering down to his tongue. the one thing that you couldn’t put on your list was that he wasn’t hot. anyone with eyes can tell you that rafe was insanely attractive, but of course, you’d never admit that to him out loud.. or so you thought. “you’re staring.” he smiled when he saw that your eyes stayed trained on his mouth, a smug expression taking over his features.

you blinked away, deciding you had enough chit-chat for one night. “in your dreams, ‘cameron.” rafe watched you get up from your seat, gladly taking the funnel cake you basically shoved into his hands. “why, thank you.” he took another piece, popping it into his mouth. you flashed him a fake smile before adjusting the strap of your crossbody purse. “i’ll see you around!” he called out, waving obnoxiously in your direction. “no you won’t!” you whispered to yourself, deciding to explore the fair a bit more.

little did you know conversation between you and rafe was far from over.

you walked around the fair grounds for almost fifteen more minutes before you had decided you were better off at home eating some greasy takeout and having a rom-com movie marathon in nothing but your comfy pj’s.

just as you were on your way to the exit, a flashing heart with the words ‘TUNNEL OF LOVE.. find your lover inside!’ caught your attention. deciding you’d at least inquire about it, you walked up to the ride operator and asked away. “excuse me! hi, i was just wondering what does the whole ‘find your lover inside!’ thing mean?” the woman lit up as if she had been dying to answer this question.

“so basically there’s another roller coaster coming from the other side, and once you two meet inside, the ride will stop for two minutes before coming back out to the respective entrances.” she explained. “so it’s like speed dating?” you smiled, the idea enthralling you. “yeah, that’s exactly it!” she nodded. you weighed out your options and decided a little excitement wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“i’m suprised you don’t have a line, how much is it to get on?” you took your wallet out of your purse as she replied. “if you have a full-access wristband it’s free, but if not then it’ll be five dollars exactly.” you handed over the small bill, smiling to yourself as she let you through the metal gate. “it looks like two people can fit in here—” just as you stepped in, rafe came running from the opposite direction.

“stop the ride!” he shouted, his chest rising and falling as he bent over to catch his breath. you blinked. “it’s not even on, you drama queen.” taking a seat, you were about to pull the metal bar over your lap before he shouted again. “i’ll give you fifty bucks if you let me get on with her!” you crossed your arms over your chest, not expecting the ride operator to actually let him in. “seriously?!” you gasped when he walked through, flashing you a wink.

“sorry!” she pushed the guardrail over you and rafe until it locked in place before starting the ride. “this will all be over in two minutes.” you glared at him, trying to scoot as many centimeters away from him as you could. “that’s fine with me.” he shrugged. he leaned back in the cart, red and pink flashing lights illuminating the space in which you two rolled into slowly.

rafe kept his eyes on you, watching as you avoided his gaze. “why don’t you like me? serious question..” you sighed, finally giving him your full undivided attention. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. “what?” you acted like you didn’t hear him the first time, wracking your brain for any kind of answer. he smiled teasingly, pointing a finger at you. “i asked you why you don’t like me and you can’t even answer me!” you waved him off, facing the other way to hide the smile on your lips.

truthfully, you didn’t really know who rafe was. like just by himself as an individual. you knew that his friends were all assholes though, including the one who your best friend was willing to drop everything for. “i hate your friends,” you started, “and you are who you keep company with, sooo..” rafe cleared his throat as the roller coaster came to a stop. the inside of the ‘love tunnel’ was lit up with baby cherubs along the walls, red hearts and fairy lights adorning the interior.

“me and my friends are very different from each other.. i think you’d be surprised.” you hummed, adjusting the pendant on your necklace. “maybe..” the other roller coaster cart strolled in from the other side, the seats empty. “i guess it’s a good thing that i tagged along, since you would’ve been all by yourself if i didn’t.”

you glanced over at him, his blue eyes standing out in the pinkish lighting. “..yeah, i guess.” rafe’s head shot up as soon as the words left your mouth. “you really think so?” he scooted closer, the action making you laugh. “don’t push it.” you warned him, in which he held his hands up defensively. “okay, okay!” rafe had this smitten look on his face as if making you smile was his life’s greatest achievement.

“so you told me why you didn’t like me, which is fair, but i want a real chance at proving you wrong. can you at least give me that?” rafe hesitantly rested a hand on your knee, the hopeful look in his eyes making your heart melt into a soft puddle of mush. “hmm..” you pretended to think, the anticipation making rafe’s leg bounce. “okay. only under one condition though..” rafe nodded frantically.

“anything.”

“tell me why you like me so much when i avoid you like the plague, and never seemingly look in your direction.. like ever.” the man next to you snorted. “you want me to go down my full list? ‘cause we’ll be sitting here all night—” just then, the ride operator’s voice boomed through the intercom speakers from inside the tunnel. “hi, i’m so sorry for the inconvenience, but we’re having some technical difficulties and my electrician guy says it’ll be at least an hour or two before you could leave. i promise to issue a full refund once you two are off.”

you and rafe looked at each other half concerned and half amused. “..so, you were saying?”

[planet-hwa]

୨୧  bad boy facade masterlist – 산

  ୨୧  summary     sometimes the good boys are actually bad, and the bad boys are actually good — but sometimes they're exactly as they seem. choi san was the stereotypical definition of a bad boy: arrogant, careless, manipulative, seductive fuckboy who could have any girl wrapped around his finger with a wink of his eye. i mean... they do say "all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you". so when the infamous bad boy of the town got transferred to your school, he was surrounded by girls desperate for his attention within minutes, all wanting the chance to "fix him" — every single one but you. your best friend, yeosang, warned you to never get mixed up with san, knowing it would end with him picking up pieces of your broken heart. but how could you stay away once he looked at you with so much emotion behind his cold eyes?

pairing     badboy!san x reader  genre     high school au, strangers to lovers slow burn word count     — status     incomplete

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general warnings MDNI !! mentions of gang affiliations, drugs, drinking and smoking, criminal behaviour, family issues, toxic relationships, smut (♨ on chapters that include smut) — more extent warnings will be on each post

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[tinythebunni]

Can we get some pope x bitchy!kook princess reader (maybe with some bimbo/hoochie R) headcanons I love that fic babes😘🩷

Pope usually never has this problem with you. You’re a bitch to everyone else, never him! He wouldn’t call you a bitch ever but there’s no other synonyms which could correctly describe the situation you’re putting him in.

Since two mornings ago you’ve been in a grouchy mood. You woke up that first day with him facing away from you so you did what any upset girlfriend would do! You used your foot to push him off the bed. Confused, he woke up with a start and looked at you. But all you did was huff in reply and pull the blankets over you.

When he got back up to get into the bed, you turned over and pointed a perfectly manicured and sharpened nail at him.

“if you wanna keep those two balls you got swinging down there, i suggest you stay down.” you snapped. He looked at you but there was not an ounce of hesitancy in your eyes.

Pope sighed and got up, it was 9am anyways. As he left the room to make breakfast he briefly hear you mumble something. He assumed it was just you going back to sleep. As he finished making you both breakfast he walked up the stairs. He neared the bedroom door but saw it was closed. He set the plate down on a table in your hallway, raising a knuckle to knock at the door.

“Wait a fucking minute!” You yelled, frustration evident. He had no idea what he did wrong but he wanted to fix it. fast.

You opened the door after 2 minutes and Popes eyes lit up. “baby” he started as he walked over towards you to hold you. But then as he got closer he did once over of you and he finally saw what you were wearing. You had on a mini skirt he forbid you to wear and a crop top that barely hid your perky nipples from the public. The heels you had on clacked against the floor as you pushed past him and walked away.

Pope was sure he looked like a fish out of water right now. Probably a fucking silly sight to see. Closing his mouth and running after you he reached you before you could get to the door. He pinned you against the wood and made you look at him.

The height difference had your thighs clenching everytime you noticed it, and he noticed the effect it had on you. Trying to keep his mind in check he focused on the issue at hand. “What the hell is wrong babydoll? Tell me what i did please.” He begged, tilting his head to seem more apologetic. You almost gave in, but something changed. You scoffed and shoved him, which did nothing to move his strong frame. “A man thinking everything is about him, classic.”

You tried to get around him but to no avail. He got tired of this game and flipped you over his shoulder. He walked back to the bedroom this all started in with you kicking your feet and pounding at his back.

“Let me down you fucker! I didn’t do anything. This is America and i have free fucking will you bi-“ he shut you up with a swift slap to your clit, the moan that crawled its way out your mouth making him smirk.

When he finally got inside the room, he put you on the bed carefully, but with enough force to let you know he was mad.

“You’re not leaving this room until you apologize and act like a big girl so i can know what’s wrong.” You just stared up at him, letting out “hmph” and turning your head away from him.

“fine. we can’t act like a big girl? Then i’ll treat you like a lil kid. Go stand in the corner.” Your eyes looking up at him with defiance made him only more firm in his stance. He used his strength to pull you to your feet by your forearms. Poor pulled you close and whispered. “Go stand in the fucking corner. ‘m not bullshitting here. Do it, now.” You followed his directions with your head looking down at the floor, a blush in your cheeks, and sluggish walk.

you don’t know how long he made you stand there but eventually your knees got weak and you fell to the floor, kneeling on accident. Before you could get up, he was already there. As if he was watching you, and he was. His eyes never left you.

“Learned your lesson?” Pope asked, rubbing the back of his hand across your cheek. You nodded, leaning up to try and kiss him. “Nuh uh. no kisses for you. Not until i know you’re my good girl again. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

you stood there, staring at your feet. How could you tell him you didn’t know what was wrong? “well?” he asked, getting impatient as he watched you fiddle with your hands.

“don’ know Po. I just wanted some attention” your voice withered as you pouted, tears welling in your eyes from embarrassment.

“Oh my poor thing. I’ve been neglecting you?” with your head nodding yes, he sat on the bed scooped you up in his lap, so you were facing him.

“don’t worry, imma make it all better again. Like daddy always does, ‘Kay?” you stared at him, head already cloudy from the lack of distance between you two. His hand reached up to pull your chin between his fingers, using it to forc you to nod. Pope pulls you closer, finally letting you get the kiss you’ve wanted.

He slides his right hand from your hip down to your lace covered cunt under the skirt. As he thumbs your clit he uses the moment you moan out a gasp to stick his tongue inside your mouth. There’s no fight for dominance, you always welcome the intrusion.

Once he feels like you might be wet enough, he rubs his hand across your lips, feeling your arousal soak his hand. He sticks pointer and middle finger inside without it warning. You whine, the tears finally falling as you look up at him. “Nuh uh. None of that. You’re supposed to be my good girl now, making it up to me and shit. Now sit there and take it. Keep those pretty eyes on me”

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. it never does with him. He pays such good attention to you that he just knows how to make you cum quick and how to make it last long and pleasurable. As he speeds up with your walls clenching around him, he uses this moment to leave hickies on your neck. That always makes you cum immediately, and this time is no different.

He lets you ride out your bliss, almost leading you into overstimulation with how he continues even after. He pulls his hand from under your skirt and licks the wetness off his hand. He sticks the same fingers he just had inside you in his mouth, moaning as if it was the sweetest thing in the world.

You paw at his chest, trying to get some of his kisses, but he stops you. “You’ll get what you want in a second baby, we’re not done yet.”

[scoupsakakitty]

Beautiful | idol!Hoshi x idolxReader | angst, fluff

Tw: weight loss, not feeling enough

The rain poured relentlessly, blurring the neon lights of Seoul into streaks of color as Hoshi stood outside the apartment building. His fingers clenched around the umbrella handle, though he wasn’t sure why he had bothered bringing it. He was already soaked, and something about the cold seemed fitting.

He hesitated before pressing the buzzer.

Silence.

Then, a static-laced voice: "Who is it?"

Hearing her voice after all this time nearly broke him. "It’s me."

A long pause. Too long.

"Go home, Soonyoung."

He swallowed. "I just want to see you. Please."

"Don’t you have something better to do? Like catching a flight to Japan?" she said bitterly.

"I’ll take the next flight," he replied without hesitation. "You’re more important."

More silence, then a click. The door unlocked. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and stepped inside.

Y/N was thinner than he remembered. The weight loss was noticeable even under the oversized hoodie she wore, sleeves pulled over trembling fingers. Her once-bright eyes were dull, lips slightly chapped, the kind of exhaustion that no amount of sleep could fix settled deep in her features.

Seeing her like this made his chest tighten. This wasn’t the Y/N he knew.

"You shouldn’t be here," she said, voice barely above a whisper.

Hoshi ignored the warning, stepping inside fully. "I had to see you. I had to know if you were okay."

She let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Do I look okay to you?"

No. She looked like she had been barely holding on, like she had been drowning in something she couldn’t escape from. And the worst part? He hadn’t been there to pull her out.

"I’ve been watching you… on stage, in interviews, award shows. You’re disappearing, Y/N. You’re hurting," he admitted, voice raw. "Your friend reached out to me. She’s worried. And she thought maybe… maybe I could help."

Her eyes flashed. "And what? You think you can just come back and fix me? That your presence will magically make things better?"

"No," he whispered. "But I can be here. I can hold you up if you let me."

She scoffed. "You left, Soonyoung. And now you want to be my savior?"

"I never stopped caring," he said, his voice shaking. "I never stopped loving you."

That was the breaking point. Her lips trembled, and before she could stop herself, she collapsed into his arms.

"It’s so hard, Soonyoung," she sobbed into his chest. "No matter what I do, there’s always something wrong with me. I’m never pretty enough, never talented enough. Always too much or too little. They find every flaw, every mistake. The pressure is… it’s crushing me."

He held her tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Y/N, listen to me. You are the most beautiful person in the world. And not because of how you look. You are beautiful for the way you think, for the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about something you love, for your ability to make people smile without trying."

She clung to him, her breathing ragged.

"I am proud of you," he continued. "I am proud of you for trying, even when it hurts. I wish I could tell you when you’ll finally feel okay again, when your head will be above water, but healing isn’t something you can time. It isn’t something you can measure. But things will get lighter, little by little, as you break through the weight on your shoulders. Keep facing what you need to face. You are getting closer every single day, even if it doesn’t feel that way. And I hope you start to believe that you are worthy of everything you want in this life. You deserve to be adored and cared for in every way your mind, body, and heart long for. You are effortlessly beautiful. You are the embodiment of beauty. Don’t let anyone tell you differently."

She sniffled, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Why do you still love me? After everything?"

He smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "The only feeling stronger than my love for you is the ache that comes with missing you. I love everything about you. Maybe too much. But how could I not love that smile, that laughter, those eyes, that passion?"

Her breath hitched, fresh tears pooling in her eyes.

"I hate you," she whispered, voice trembling.

"I know," he said softly, pressing his forehead against hers. "Hate me all you want. Just let me stay."

She let out a shuddering breath and, after what felt like an eternity, nodded against his chest.

Soonyoung held her, his arms tightening around her fragile frame, and for the first time in months, she let herself lean into the warmth she had been missing.

Outside, the rain kept falling, washing away the past, making room for something new.

[mushhroooms]

Day 1. Oviposition w/ Neuvillette

A/N: This is probably the most unhinged thing out of everything I’ve ever written. Also probably OOC since the last time I was into Genshin was the multiple Albedo incident and Scara being revealed as Wanderer so I’m going off fics and what little I know of his character😭

I hope this is good :(

A/N #2: I’m so sorry this took forever to release. I've had a lot of stuff going on with my mental health and school. I’m trying to do it as fast as possible without rushing the fics!

Word count: 4.7k

Reader: The reader is gender neutral but has afab anatomy but other than that the reader’s body is not described!

This fic includes consent checks because consent is sexy❣️

Warnings: blood, branding, belly bulging, biting & marking, Breeding, collar & leash, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, blood mentions, master/pet, slapping (not the face though), soft sadist Neuvillette, possessive Neuvillette, soft dom Neuvillette, dom Neuvillette. Neuvillette goes feral, monster fucking (He’s a dragon so…), double penetration, overstim, oviposition, rut/heat cycles.

If I missed anything please let me know!

2/10 - Did a little edit to fix some parts that felt rushed!

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“Please-” you go to plead with your husband, who seems to be in a very bad mood today.

“Did I say you could speak?” he snaps, voice filled with a venom that you’ve never heard from him before.

“What’s gotten into you!? I can���t even just speak to Wriothesley now!?” You shout, your own irritation growing.

Your husband was never like this, never possessive, never jealous... This was all new and out of character for him and it worried you.

“I don’t like it! The way you were so close to each other!” He turns, and for a second you swear his pupils are more slitted than ever. “His scent on you” Disgust is in his tone.

Your shoulders droop, anger fading more into worry “What is going on, Neuvillette? You’ve never acted like this before.” Your eyes search his as he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed from across the room. There’s something different, something primal in his eyes.

He calms down a bit, but you can tell he’s still angry by the look on his face, a frown, eyes seemingly glaring, his eyebrows furrowed. “I just don’t like what I sensed between you two.”

You get up and walk over to him, the gaze in his eyes makes you feel like… prey, nearly feral.

You look into his eyes as you stand before him “Neuvillette. You know there is nothing between me and Wriothesley, he’s just someone for me to talk to when you're busy. I love you.”

He calms fully, his shoulders fall as he calms down a bit, your hands cup his cheeks and your thumbs stroking his skin. “I… I know, I…”

“Hm?” You hum as he stops talking, not finishing his sentence.

“I can’t say I don’t know what came over me because that would be a lie.” He frowns

“Then tell me the truth, it’s ok.”

“It’s just… I want you all to myself. Forever.”

“And you have me.” Your voice is hushed.

“But, I-I want you more deeply, I want to know if anybody sees you they’ll know you belong to me. I want to mark you and… Archons, I just want to claim you in every possible way.” His voice comes as a bit of a growl and his hands grip your arms, pulling you closer and holding you in place.

His words and tone send shivers straight down your spine and to your core, you can feel it, the bulge in his pants against your thigh.

“Neuv-”

“I want you, I want you so badly” His breath is heavy and his hands grip your arms tighter. “I want to mark you up, I want to make you mine over and over again, I want to own you,” he growls and you feel the knee-weakening spark of arousal in your lower region at his words.

“Neuvillette-”

“My rut, it’s come, I can’t control myself- I-” He pulls you closer, against his body as he wraps his arms around you.

“Then take me.”

“W-What?”

“If you want me, then take me.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Beloved.” His voice shakes “You can’t say things like that during my-”

“I know” His hands grope your hips “But I mean it. You’re my husband. I want to help you.” “You… you can’t. I could hurt you.”

You’ve had sex together before, yes, so you’re aware of his… physique… but he has a point, you and Neuvillette have never spent a rut together, it’s the first one he’s had since you two have been married, and you have no clue on what to expect.

“I trust you” The words leave your mouth before you begin to think about what he may even do to you because it’s true, you trust him with your life.

His eyes widen a bit, the feral look in his eyes growing, and he growls “Love. I- You can’t possibly begin to imagine the things I want to do to you.”

“Then show me.”

He lets out a heavy breath before slamming his lips onto yours, your words spurring on his maddening lust. The kiss is rough and messy, and his hands roam and grope your body, like a wild man. “My love” He groans “I’m going to ruin you.”

He pushes you onto the bed and pulls away from the kiss, he looks down at you, pupils slit in lust, his breath hot and heavy as it fans your face “Do you mean it? You’ll let me do what I want?”

“Yes,” You whisper out breathlessly “I really trust you.”

The air falls silent as he pants, his hands gripping the sheets next to your head before he whispers out a small ‘fuck.’

“Strip” He demands.

He gets off you, peeling off his coat and shirt, before walking over to the fireplace, you sit up and begin to peel off your clothes, trying to figure out what he is doing. He’s holding a metal rod into the fire and your curiosity peaks “What are you doing?”

“I am going to brand you.” Your eyes widen at his blunt response, but your thighs instinctively press together as your cunt throbs, and he sees it in his peripheral vision, he smirks, feeling himself get even harder inside his pants.

“Everybody will know exactly who you belong to just by looking at you.” He begins to walk over, metal rod in hand, the shape on the end glowing with the sizzling metal.

“Turn around.” He orders and who are you to disobey your husband? You turn around on the bed, sitting on your knees, looking down at your hands clasped tightly together in your lap, waiting for the burn, for the pain. He places a hand on your shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze. “This won’t hurt too much, my love”

He leans in, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck before pressing the burning metal to the flesh of your back. You cry as you feel your skin begin to sizzle, he shushes you “I know beloved, just a bit more.” His voice is softer as he comforts you. You tremble, your skin burning as the metal shape steals the spot of your flesh. He kisses and nips the back of your neck and shoulders as he holds the brand to your flesh. You feel your flesh give way, molding to the shape, and you can only guess from feeling that it’s a dragon. But who knows? Your mind is blinded by the burning pain.

He pulls away the metal rod and from you. The comforting weight of his body, breath, and warmth disappear, leaving you to sob as your flesh stings in searing hot pain. You can distantly hear the metal being placed and some drawers open before his weight returns to you, his thighs encasing yours as he holds you from behind.

“Shhh… I know, Darling. You did so well for me.” He whispers, you can feel his erection pressing against your rear as he leans close to you, his arms drooping around your shoulders, kissing up and down the side of your neck. “So good.” He purrs before sinking his teeth into the nape of your neck, and you cry out sharply as his sharp teeth break through your skin, hands flying to claw at his forearm meekly. He growls at the sweet nectar of your blood on his tongue, his forked tongue lapping up every droplet of blood, his hands squeezing your hips as he grinds against your ass. “Do you know how pretty you are when you cry? When those big tears roll down your cheeks from those pretty eyes?”

He hums as his hands caress your hips before he presses his gloved fingers against your still-aching brand mark, smirking as you cry out, your voice cracking and breaking in pain. “So fucking pretty” He growls, his hand gripping your hips roughly as he presses his fingers against the mark, enjoying every single little whimper, whine, and cry of pain you let out. He pulls away, looking at the violent red brand mark and the sweet bubbles of blood on the wound from his teeth.

He grabs the cloth and alcohol that he had grabbed from the drawers, pouring some alcohol onto the cloth before pressing it to the brand mark, to keep it clean for now, you let out a tiny sob at the sting of the alcohol. “It’s ok, beloved.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the side of your neck, before he removes the cloth, flipping it over and putting alcohol on that side, before pressing it to the mark on the nape of your neck, and you whimper and flinch. He kisses your hair as he pulls the cloth away, hands going back to your hips, while he grinds against your ass again, making you whimper.

“You’ve done so good for me so far, but I am far from done with you.” He groans “On my lap.” He orders and you turn, slowly crawling onto his lap. Your hands are holding onto his shoulders as you look into his eyes. You sniffle and he smirks, his hands cupping your cheeks and using his thumbs to wipe your tears. He leans in to kiss your cheeks “So pretty” He whispers.

“How about you close your eyes for me, Sweetheart?” His thumb strokes your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut, “Good, so good for me.” His hands pull away from your face and a few seconds later you feel something start to enclose around your neck, velvety and thick, a soft ‘clip’ hits your ears as what you presume is a collar finally closes around your neck, snugly but not tight enough to cut off your lack of air. A small tug jerks your upper body forward.

“Open your eyes.” He says his previous ferality in his tone returning. Your eyes peek open softly, seeing the dark blue velvety leash wrapped around his hand. “How does that feel, pet? Good?” He tugs again, a little rougher this time, making sure the collar won’t hurt you. You can feel his hard-on straining in his pants against your bare cunt.

He smirks and tugs again “Grind down onto me, pet.” He orders, and who are you to disobey him?

Your hips press down, and the rough fabric of his pants against your clit makes you whimper, “Neuvill-” Your moan is interrupted as you cry out when his hand harshly slaps your thigh, leaving a red mark in its wake.

“No, no,” He tugs the leash hasher, making you fold, your hands resting on the bed beside his hips as you grind your aching cunt down onto his clothed erection. “What’s my name, pet?” He emphasizes your title in his question, making sure you know your place.

“Master” You whine, your hips speeding up as your stomach begins to burn with the build of your orgasm, fuck, were you really that close already?

“Good, very good” He coos, his voice thick with lust and pleasure as you grind against the bulge in his pants, leaning in, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting into your shoulder, ears soaking in every sound of your pleasure. “You gonna cum?” He hums into your skin as he takes in your scent. Your whimpers and moans seem never-ending as you grind against him, the neediness in your movements is a big give away and you would be ashamed in any other situation if his hand weren’t on your hip helping you.

“Cum on me” He whispers, taking another bite, softer this time, into the side of your neck, You feel your cunt clench, and your clit throb, so close, so so close.

“Master- Master, please-” You cry out as you cum, hips stuttering before you collapse onto him, gripping his coat, as your cunt trembles around nothing and your body shakes.

“There you go, such a good pet for Master huh?” He whispers relishing as you jolt with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Now everybody will know you belong to me…” The words are more to himself as his fingers ghost the bite marks he’s left on you. “Lean back.” The order is simple but shocks you to the core, you know what comes next.

Nonetheless, you lean back. Your hands grip his thighs to hold yourself. He peels off his gloves, never breaking eye contact as he tosses them in the direction of the foot of the bed, where both of your clothes lie, his hand gripping the leash trails down to let his fingers rub slow, precise circles on your clit, his hold tugging the leash, forcing your head down to watch as his fingers rub your hard, sensitive clit.

“Cum again, on my fingers this time.”

You pant and whimper out “But, I just came-”

“It was not a request.” He snaps, cutting you off, pinching your clit, making you jolt. “You will cum on my fingers.”

His fingers speed up and your body shakes in overstimulation, you whine as your eyes clench shut and you feel the pressure grow. “Like that pet, cum, you can do it. Cum.” He demands, his voice hushed to a whisper as his eyes bore at your closed ones. “It’s too much!” You feel every muscle in your body tense, your back arch, your breath grows shaky, and every pant comes with a tremble in your throat. Your eyes squint open, tears gathering at your lash line as you watch the muscles in his hand contract with every movement of his hand.

“Cum.” his hand gives your hip an encouraging grope as he feels your cunt clench.

You sob, your hips stutter and buck, before your back arches, pressing your body against his as your body spasms. “Shhh… Shhh, you’re ok, pet” He whispers, still rubbing circles on your clit as you orgasm, eyes rolling back into your head.

His continued ministrations make you squeal “M-Master, please!” you sob out, shaking and trembling. He pulls you into his chest, making your head rest on his shoulder as he adjusts his angle, slipping two of his fingers into you as his other hand takes place on your clit, rubbing your clit in tight circles while nimble fingers start to spread out your cunt, scissoring, and curling inside of you.

You feel like you’re about to explode, the corners of your vision start to blacken, you let out a choked noise, and he kisses the top of your head “C’mon, you can do it.” His tone is encouraging, despite him knowing full well the overwhelm he’s putting you through right now. “Please-” you go to plead, it feels good, but it's also too much “Do it, pet.” He orders, you practically feel your body tick with each jolt of pleasure, each thrust of his fingers hitting your G-spot, each rub on your clit. “I’ve got you, pet. Now, cum.”

Your hips buck wildly and you cry as your cunt spasms “Master! Master!”

Your juices soak his hand and forearm as you squirt, eyes squeezing shut, body shaking, and tears streaming down your face. “There you go, pet, so good for me.” He praises, his fingers still inside you and his rubs on your clit slowly, working you through your orgasm. He places a kiss on your throat “You’re so good for me, so pretty when you cry and make a mess.’

He pulls his fingers away, letting you tremble as you come down from your high, kissing your forehead “I love you pet, so much.”

“I love you, too…” You say breathlessly, he grabs you by the hips, moving you so you lay down on the bed, under him “Are you ready, my love? This next part will get… intense." he whispers as he undoes his belt.

You nod softly, you’re overstimulated already but don’t want to disappoint and he can tell, he stops for a moment, his belt undone, and he cups your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as his slit-pupil eyes look down at you. “My beloved, are you sure? If you are unsure about this I can stop.”

“No, I’m sure. I’m just overstimulated… I promise, I want this.” You respond softly, reassuring him, and he gives a soft smile, he moves his hands from your hips to your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “I’ll start gently, okay?” He whispers, kissing your cheek softly as he reassures you.

He untangles his fingers from yours, hands going back to his pants, undoing the button and zipper, and pulling his pants off, tossing them with the rest of both your clothes, leaving him only in his briefs, the large bulge in them nothing except intimidating. He can see the look in your eyes, the slight hesitation, he knew it was a struggle for you to take it every time you’ve both had sex.

“I’ll start gently… I know you’re overstimulated and it’s quite a stretch, but I will ensure it’s comfortable for you, okay?” He reassures you, thumbing at your thighs to comfort you. You nod and swallow when his hand pulls away from your thigh, trailing to his briefs to pull them down, you feel your breath catch in your throat, and your cunt throb, he gives you one last look, making sure you’re ok. He knows he won’t be able to stop once he’s started, when he’s buried in your warmth. 

He pulls down his briefs, and the tips of his cocks slap against his abdomen, there’s pearls of pre-cum resting on the slits, the tips are flushed deeply, and they twitch when the cold air of the room hits the leaky tips. You swallow and his hands go back to hold your thighs, he pulls you closer, pulling your head from the pillows so you lay flat against the bed, he lifts your legs, putting them over his shoulders. He smooths his hands down your legs, from your ankles to the back of your thighs, pressing them to your chest as he leans over you, trapping you there with his cocks resting on your lower tummy, his fingers ghosting from the back of your thighs, over your shoulders, before cupping your cheeks. He looks into your eyes, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

He’s checking you, again, trying to find that hint of hesitation, of fear. He feels his heart skip a beat when he sees none of those. He sees the trust, the love in your eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose, before he takes his hands off your cheeks, embedding them in the bed next to your head.

He pulls his hips back, his tips rubbing against your clit as he positions himself, you whimper at the sensation, your hips subconsciously squirm to try and get more friction, he groans as he feels you rub against his cocks and finds himself grinding his hips into yours. His cocks rubbing through your slick cunt and bumping on your clit. He snarls and ruts his hips faster “You smell so good, so sweet- fuck- you feel so good-” His hands tangled in the sheets, grip tighter and you yelp when you feel the cold feel of his tail wrap around your waist. He growls as his tips catch on your entrance before slipping and bumping harshly on your clit, making you gasp. He huffs as he positions himself again, putting his force into pushing into you. His breath hitches as he feels your cunt give way to him, his flushed tips pressing into your warmth. He groans loudly as you whimper, his cocks sinking deeper into your sweet cunt.

He pants as he bottoms out inside you, claws gripping the sheets and threatening to rip them. “You feel so good my love…” he groans out again, his fang digging into his bottom lip, drawing blood. You pant as well, underneath him, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head just from him bottoming out. He chuckles, one of his hands releasing the sheets from his death grip and trailing down your body, pressing down on the bulge on your tummy. You moan shakily, the pressure making your walls tighten around him, ensuring you can feel every inch… every vein… every throb. 

“Are you sure about this… my love? Once I start, I will not stop till I am satisfied.” He says breathlessly, his purple eyes piercing your very soul. “I’m sure, I want this.” You reassure him, you wanted to tell him that if you really didn’t want this, you’re cunt wouldn’t be as soaked as it is but the words left your brain with his first shallow thrust, flushed tips poking at your cervix. You gasp, and he lets out a quiet groan. His pace is slow, and shallow, trying to make sure you're ok first before he lets himself go. You grow slightly frustrated with the ever so slow pace, reaching up and cupping his face “Please, Neuvillette, I’m ready.” You whisper, and his eyes meet yours once again before he growls quietly. “I’d grab onto the sheets then.” He whispers, and before you can question what exactly he means by that, his hips are pulled back, snapping forward just as fast, stretching your walls and pounding you mercilessly into the mattress with each thrust, the bedframe creaking with a protest at the rough and fast movements, the tips of his cocks for sure to be bruising your cervix, your sure tomorrow you won’t be able to walk, but right now that’s the last thing on your mind. His claws had already ripped through the sheets next to your head, your own hands digging into the sheets.

“You feel so fucking good- so fucking good for me.” He growls out, his eyes falling shut, and his eyebrows furrowing, baring his fangs as he bites your shoulder. You feel tears well once more in your eyes, clouding your vision. A bittersweet mixture of pleasure and pain. “Neuv-Neuvillette.” You barely manage to moan out in pain between your moans and cries. Your ankles dangling uselessly over his shoulders. You’re already close again. Your eyes squeeze shut and a sob tears through your throat as you cum, his hips never once faltering as he fucks you through your orgasm. He’s focused, so incredibly focused on the way your weeping cunt sucks him in despite the rest of your body’s protests, on the way his tips are pounding against your cervix with every thrust, where he’ll plant his seed, where you will bear him children.

His pace is unrelenting, his tail wrapped around your waist tightening its hold just a bit, he pulls his fangs from your neck, forked tongue lapping up the blood. He wraps his arms around you, forcing your back to arch as he hugs you, cocks feeling like they’re pounding into your sensitive cunt even deeper. You sob, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails clawing at his back, your bleary eyes seeing your ankles dangling over his shoulders and your ears ringing with the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your poor pussy. “Neuvillette! Neuvillette!” You cry out.

“So good for me, so good.” He growls, his arms tightening around you. He’s starting to get close, he can feel his cocks throb inside your warm cunt. “I’m gonna cum, I want to cum inside you, please. I want to give you my eggs.” He practically whines, despite the fact he was growling just seconds ago. The thought of planting his eggs deep inside your womb, having your belly grow round and your body plump as they grow inside you, drives him crazy. Your thighs shake as you feel your upcoming orgasm. The thought of him laying his eggs in you is both exciting and terrifying. Will they fit? When they grow will you even be able to birth them?

Logic and worry go out the window as he angles his hips, the tips of his cocks pounding against your g-spot with every snap of his hips, you feel the pressure growing, and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his forked tongue caressing the bud as he suckles. His claws dig into your skin threatening to break your skin from his death grip, his arms wrapped around you not even allowing you to squirm away by as much as an inch.

“Neuvillette! Cumming! M’ cumming!” He pulls away from your nipple, leaving the bud sore, his hips moving faster “Cum. Cum for me.” He demands. You feel your orgasm crash into you like a freight train; your legs tremble as you squirt again. Your eyes roll back into your head as you soak his pelvis, your back arching even more in his hold, a wave of white crashing into you. He lets out a primal growl, his hips moving faster, pounding into you. His growls and groans and grunts grow, and his claws break your skin, droplets of blood spilling from the claw marks now adorning your sides. He grunts loudly, hips slamming in one last time before he stills, his cum pouring into you, deep into your womb. He pants, his cock pulsing and twitching with every spurt of cum into your depths, your walls milking him as your body trembles.

His hold doesn’t falter “Do you want it, love? Do you want my eggs?” He whispers down to you, your mind is foggy from overstimulation and the afterglow of your orgasms. He finally releases you, letting your body slump to lay down on your back again on the bed, caressing your cheeks as he helps you come back down to earth. “Yes.” you whisper out as your senses slowly return to you.

“Are you sure?” He asks ever so softly, making sure you are 100%. You nod, shaky hands reaching up to pull him gently down into a kiss. He kisses you with fervor, tender and soft. His hands cup your cheeks as you feel something moving up through one of his cocks, you gasp. He pushes himself deeper, his tips poking at your spongy cervix, you can feel the object trying to pry past your cervix, it stings as you feel yourself begin to open up and allow the object in and he groans lowly, the sound soft as the weight leaves him, the egg planting itself in your womb. The egg is rather large and the weight is nearly crushing, it makes you whimper as you feel the foreign object and weight. He practically purrs into the kiss, another bump moving up the length of his cocks, before planting itself in your womb alongside its sibling. You would feel embarrassed, the coil in your tummy tightening, going to cum from him laying his eggs in you, but with how fucked out your mind is can’t bring yourself to care.

“So good. Do-ing so good for me, love.” He grunts out breaking the kiss as another begins to travel, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths still, “Last one, so good-” He mumbles, Groaning as the the final egg leaves him, snuggling in your crowded womb next to the others. Your walls twitch around his cock, and you tremble as the third egg finally settles in place, your walls spasming and milking his cocks as you cum, a sob tearing through your throat. He shushes you, running a hand through your hair.

“So good for me, my love, so full of my clutch.” He rubs your stomach, which now has a tiny but noticeable bump. His voice is soft as he brings you down from your intense high. Your body is still trembling, and he kisses a tear off your cheek. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”

“Heavy.” Is all you can manage to mumble out “No pain?” He asks softly. You shake your head. “Good. Good.” He kisses your forehead, still rubbing the bump on your stomach. You feel your eyes droop, the exhaustion from the overstimulation and intense sex taking its toll.

He kisses your forehead again “Sleep love, I’ll clean you up.” You hum in response, too tired to form words, your eyes shut and you sigh, sleeping overtaking your overworked mind, you can distantly feel the warm damp cloth cleaning bite marks and the mess between your legs, his voice is softly heard, not talking to you, no, but to your stomach, a warm smile overtakes your face and the last thing you feel being his hand caressing your bumped up tummy and kissing it before the arms of sleep wrap around you and you sink into the mattress.

[plutosillywrites]

part 2 of plus sized! reader who gets swooped up by the boys in the bar..

CW: oralf!receiving, themes of sex, 5some basically lol, 18+!

after successfully slotting you thigh to thigh against Gaz and John, across the booth sits Johnny, and Simon. you can’t help but feel a little squirmy being squeezed between two muscular men.

Gaz is a cheeky shit, hand placed daringly on your thigh, rubbing back and forth. “so,” Gaz starts turning his focus to you— as does the rest of them. “can i get the honor of knowing your name?” you say your name to the group, and hear an echo of their names back.

“you guys have such handsome names..” you smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “that’s awful sweet coming from you, love.” says john, and ohhh fuck—

your daddy issues have never been more apparent than now when you look at him, greying and gruff in all the right places. you look away— your face heating up so quick that you’re just a tad embarrassed.

“haha.. thank you..” you say, nervousness dripping in your words, you look towards simon and johnny, and you’re taken aback—

simon’s eyes are piercing, gorgeous, and completely focused on you and you alone. “you are a fuckin’ stunning lass.” johnny says, his eyes also trained on you.

you smile, sheepish— and you closely resemble charlie browns wobbly smile, “thank you.. you’re all making me blush.” you say, like they don’t already know—

the smirk they’re all wearing tells you it all.

“can’t blame us for thinking a bird like you is just so pretty…” simon trails off, and you feel gaz’s hand slide farther up your thigh, until you feel it stop right before your core..

“if you don’t want me to do this— tell me now,” you don’t move to say no, in fact you position your legs for him to have better access. “..want it— but i wanna lay on a comfy bed.. please.” this earns a laugh from the group, and gaz (much to your dismay) removes his hand and fixes your dress.

one by one you all slid out from the booth, before you can ask whose place we’re going to the boys are already tugging you towards their car, john in the drivers seat, gaz in the passenger. in the back it consists of johnny, you, and then simon. and they take full advantage of having you to themselves.

johnny leans over, after buckling all three of you, his lips dusting over the shell of your ear. “aye, lass.. you might drive me fuckin’ crazy..” before leaving soft kisses down your throat.

and simon leaves no time to waste, sucking hard on the other side of your neck— which is sure to leave marks in the morning, (are you really complaining though.. no.) his hand making its way to push up your dress.

his hand falters, only waiting obediently for your approval— and you can’t barely think with two hot men kissing and sucking on your neck. “please— please touch me—“ you rasp out, pants and quiet moans leaving your lips as johnny continue his ruthless attack on your neck.

“are you guys leaving us out?” gaz says from the front— but you can tell from his voice that he doesn’t feel offended at all, in fact, you can see him looking from the corner of his eye.

tilting your head back and grinding into simon’s hand, as he’s slipped it into your pretty black lace panties, rubbing softly at your bud, tight circles that leave you almost breathless.

johnny makes quick work too, tilting your head towards him so he can capture your lips in a kiss that has your head spinning and your hand trapping at his jacket. his jungles against your lips “you taste so good bonnie.”

the car stops, and you only realize it has when johnny breaks away and simon’s pulls away from your neck and underwear, you let out a whine of protest but get silence with a light pat to your thigh. “patience— you’ll get what you want, lovie.” simon’s whispers out, restraint evident in his voice.

the boys usher you out of the car and into their shared home, and as soon as that door closes you can bet your ass they’re hands are all over you, john is kissing you with such passion you can’t even tell whose hands are whose that are touching you.

your moans against john’s lips as he leads you to the bed room, pulling away with a grin— “you are so needy.. poor thing needs to be fucked real good, doesn’t she?” and you nod your head, quickly— it’s been far too long since anyone good had touched you, let alone 4 fucking men.

simon lays down and tugs you down on top of him, you with your dress on partly unzipped, you try to reach behind you but simon stops you, slowly unzipping your dress, sliding your sleek black dress of your body.

simon’s hands travel up your chest, grabbing your pretty tits in your lacy black bra in the palms of his hands, “so fucking gorgeous..” his whispers in your ear, and when your readjust in his lap— you can feel just how attracted he his to you too with his hard on. “i.. ah- could say the exact same to you..” and you can feel his smile on your skin.

your trance is broken when you feel hand nudging your knees apart, and you see johnny knelt between your legs, behind him gaz and john are in a heated kiss, and you feel a tingling sensation in your stomach, “wait- wait, are you sure?” you ask johnny.

the last couple guys you were with were barely men clearly, not wanting to go anywhere near your pussy unless it meant getting their dick wet— but johnny? johnny is different, (a real man) and he is insulted you’d assume such a thing.

“am i sure? darlin’.. is the sky blue?” he says, nipping and kissing at your thighs, before looking up at you with the eyes of a beggar. “please, wanna taste you bonnie.. wanna make you feel so good.” you breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel simon reach and grab your legs— holding them apart perfectly for johnny. “cmon, love.. let ‘im have a taste. i know i want one too..”

you sigh blissfully, before nodding, your lips parted in a euphoric expression. “please johnny.. want you to—“ and he cuts you off with a long lick with his tongue bottom to top across your clothed pussy, causing a sharp gasp from you at the feeling. he smiles and latches his lips to your bud through your panties, sucking and licking at it.

you squirm and pitchy, sweet whines leave your throat as simon tilts your head down, making you watch johnny, gaz and john slide on either side of you.

you grind against johnnys tongue until you feel him remove himself, you moan and whimper, “why— why’d you stop? so close— wanna cum..” you whine, rolling your hips in a circle which causes johnny to grab your love handles. “the boys want a turn too.. would be so mean of you to deny them your tasty cunt, lassie…” johnny murmurs, sliding from your legs and letting gaz take his place.

“yeah, baby, i wanna make you moan for me too.. so unfair.” gaz says with a faux pout, but you know it’s just a facade, your eyes are watery and you’re still trying to move your hips. “please- please, touch me again!” gaz laughs, his head ducking to your cunt, grappling the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulling them down and off, tossing them somewhere in the room.

his tongue gives soft kitten licks at your bud, finger teasing softly at your hole, slick and sticky from how wet you are, you let out a whimper, your hips rolling in a circle on his tongue and fingers.

he tuts at your whines before giving in and sliding his fingers inside, one at first and adding more as he goes, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside which has your brain turning to mush, soft gasp turn to erratic moans leaving your pretty parted lips.

“don’t stop— please, almost there..” your voice trails off into a long whine, but gaz removes his lips and his fingers regretfully from your core, leaving a trail of kisses on your thighs. “wouldn’t be fair if i let you cum before john and simon got to try..” he sits up and you see john towering behind him, his eyes greedy and hungry.

you let your hand travel down your body, resting right before your core. your eyes lidded, with a dark look. “john.. wanna feel you.. please?” you say, your voice soft like silk to him, he crawls up to you a laugh escaping his throat.

“how could i say no to you, love?” he says, his tongue gently playing at your hole, teasing, taunting.. you lean your head back against simon’s shoulder, moans and mewls leaving your lips as your hands go towards johns hair, you feel another hand slowly inching down towards your core.

you look down and realizes it’s simon’s, his fingers rubbing soft but tight circles on your clit, pressing soft kisses to your crown. “so pretty, love.” simon mumbles.

your moans and erratic breathes quicken, your hand reaching out for simon’s thigh. “oh- oh fuck, so close, please.. please!” you roll your hips on simon’s fingers and johns tongue.

you feel john groan against your core, his tongue going quicker and hitting that spot deep inside, simon’s fingers work at your bud rapidly, “c’mon, lovie.. doin’ so good for us, cum for us.”

your rolling hips come to a stop, your breathe hitches and that tight rope in your core snaps, cumming on their tongue and fingers, you slump into simon’s body. clenching pathetically on john’s tongue when he tries to pull away.

when you look around you notice johnny and gaz are somewhere else— and they come back with new clothes and a wet clothe to wipe you down, and you smile meekly at them.

“thank you..” you say, a tiredness overcoming you as you try to blink it away. they laugh breathlessly and wipe you down, johnny sliding on some boxers onto you after. “anythin’ love. you name it, we’ll get it.” they say, putting a shirt on you and curling up at your sides.

you look at them questionably, “don’t you want me to pay you all back?” some frown at your comment, before johnny pipes up. “we wanted to make you feel good— you were our focus. c’mon.. wanna cuddle n sleep now. m’kay?” he says, voice drawing off into a yawn. simon’s voice catches your attention, “because, you’re ours now— we’ve got all the time in the world to have you.. properly.” he whispers.

you smile, and a blush dusts your cheeks, before sliding off simon and onto your side. you lay curled between all these men, who seemed to care for you and have a deep fondness too. you’re in paradise.. and frankly never want to leave.

pt 1 https://www.tumblr.com/plutosillywrites/775042858040311808/imagine-plus-sizereader-going-to-the-bar-for-a

(an// hi !! i hope you guys enjoyed and this lives up to your expectations:3 )

[mxtantrights]

Beggin' on my knees, baby won't you please

paring: Johnny Storm x fem!reader a/n: okayyyy so like I watched the trailer like everyone else and remembered how much of a crush I had on the human torch. and I would say that while writing this I could envision both the new and old castings so you can read it as who you want! I might come back to this with another piece or two. (I write with a black reader in mind but this piece doesn't specify race, only gender)

Johnny Storm has stopped at almost nothing to get you to go on a date with him. He's persistent, he's flirty, and most dangerously he's not too far off from his goal.

You had been Sue's intern since you took her class a couple of years ago at the university. She had seen in you what she knew she had in herself when she was a student. The grit, the knowledge and the courage to ask why.

She took you under her wing fairly quickly. You found her to be more of a friend than a boss. She always listened to your ideas, though she never played favorites. And she valued your input on important things.

Such as the specs for the flight she, Reed, Ben, and Johnny would be on in the coming months.

You don't really have time to be going on dates with anyone, let alone with Johnny, when you were going to be sending him along with the others into space. It kept you up at night sometimes. If your calculations were triple checked. If you had tested every hypothetical.

That is why for the past week you've been avoiding Johnny. If you see him in the caf, you go the other way and get lunch from outside. If you see him hanging around your lab you wait him out. You're quick to leave with the other workers so he won't offer you a ride.

It's been going well.

Up until now.

You manage to take another peek into the lab. The glass window that appears across from your desk. And there he is. He's sitting in your rolling chair, waiting for you. He's playing with some sort of pen. rolling it between his fingers.

If you avoided him now, he would know for sure. And you have to get to work on a quick fix on confirming the materials needed for the rocket's fins.

With about as much confidence as a cactus in a ballon party. You roll your shoulders back and tug down the white coat that shrouds you. Then you walk over to the door.

As if he's got a heightened sense, he looks up at you as you step through the threshold. You duck your head down and walk over to him. On his face is a growing smirk.

He leans back in the chair, leaning a bit, meaning he totally un-stabilized it. You'll have to re-stabilize it once he's gone.

"Where've you been?" he asks.

You huff a bit at that. As you make it over to your desk you see that's he's rearranged some stuff. You make to move past him but he just rolls with you.

"Johnny, I've been around." you answer finally.

"I know, but just not around me. Which is a same." he pouts.

You chortle, "Oh my god. You can't be serious with that one."

"About as serious as you avoiding me, Specs." he says.

You rolls your eyes. There goes that nickname. To this day you still don't understand why he calls you that. You don't wear your glasses all the time. So what gives?

"I'm just trying to get everything right, Johnny. You are going to space in a few months." you explain.

Johnny opens his legs wider and rolls the chair closer to you. At this angle he's looking right up at you. It's warm and fucking dizzying and you have to remind yourself that even though it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the lab, there are other people here. Your coworkers. His coworkers.

Sue's coworkers.

"I know, but I miss seeing my favorite girl." he admits.

And it shouldn't like it does when he says it. Like he's sharing a secret with you in the middle of the night. Like he's telling you something that is treasured and safe. If only you could tell your stomach that.

"I want you to get to and from space safety, Johnny. If I hang out with you I'll worry myself about it." you confess.

Johnny nods his head, "Okay give me a day then."

"A day for what?" you ask.

"A day where that stress is less. A day where you don't itch to be sitting at this desk and working out things in that beautiful mind of yours." he continues.

The truth is there is no day that is less stressful for you. At several points in each day since this project was announced and your name was attached, you've felt the stress of it. While cooking dinner at home. While doing laundry. While trying to get sleep so that you could get to work.

It's always there.

It's going to be there until the crew comes home from space.

You can't let Johnny know that. He has his own things to worry about. You would hate to add to his plate.

"Sunday." you answer simply.

He nods his head again. And with a smile he gets up from his seat in your chair. It's slow and agonizing how he seems to go from looking up at you to being eye level with you. His gaze never leaving yours as he does.

"I'll see you Sunday." he adds.

[valenrixo]

Saylor (yandere emo)

suggestive, semi fluff, angst with comfort, sub character - dom reader, indirect mentions of sa, not intended to be smut

Saylor was nervously fidgeting with his fingers sitting at the edge of the bed as you finished up with your shower, he was sure today was the day he would try to get over his fear and trauma of his sexual intimacy.

As he heard the click of the bathroom door opening he tensed up. You looked over at him and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is everything alright saylor?” You asked concerned why he was so stiff. He hesitantly nodded before pulling you closer by your hand.

“I��� do you want to do- you know..” he stammered out not looking up at you in the eyes. Your eyes widened. You put your towel down before sitting next to him.

“Are you sure? I know that you don’t usually uhm..” you thought how to word things.

“You aren’t usually comfortable with the idea of it..” you mumbled out nervously scratching your cheek a bit. He looked over at you and nodded slowly. You let him initiate the contact, though things quickly got steamy and as you started to pull your pajama bottoms down, you kissed down his stomach until you reached a scar on the bottom of his stomach and he pushed away. You paused scared that he was panicking.

“What’s wrong? Please tell me..” you inquired leaning away to give him space. It took him a few minutes to respond.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized clenching and unclenching his fists on the sheets below to stay grounded.

“Don’t apologize baby..” you fixed your pajama bottoms and just sat on the bed, you gently cupped his cheek after a while. “We can take things slow, or we don’t even have to do anything besides cuddling.”

He seemed surprised, you didn’t want him for his body like others? You didn’t want to watch him squirm to get away? You didn’t- his thoughts cut off when he felt your warm gaze, your gentle smile looking at him, him! No one else!

He felt his heart skip a beat. You truly did like him, you didn’t like him because he was weak and couldn’t do much in a fight, you liked him for him.

Tears started dripping down his cheeks and you panicked. “Ah! What happened now?” You took your hand away from his cheek but he caught it midway and held it up against his cheek once more. His tears trickled against your hand that made you just want to kiss them away.

“Can we just go to bed?” You asked and he nodded.

GUYSS I THINK I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE UHHH PLEASE TELL ME IF I GOT ANYTHING WRONG IM JUST TRYING TO SHOW HIS BACKSTORY

requests/talking open

[foreignjaykay]

company (a jungkook fic)

part one - "you wish i'd miss you,"

company - a jungkook fic

can we keep each other company?

their workplace was chaos, but jungkook made it fun. their camaraderie was effortless—until he decided to leave. no big deal. people quit all the time. so why does it feel like everything is about to change?

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: r18+ (angst, fluff) minors do not interact!

chapter warnings/misc: workplace!au, coworkers!au, event planner!jk, event planner!oc, jk is not famous, angst, fluff, sad, crack, event planner!mingyu, bts in event planning company, unserious friend group, they are so silly and unserious, mean boss - yeah no she sucks, flirty!jk, dense af!jk, shy!oc, ANGST, IDIOTS both of them, yeah i guess thats it...for now hehe

notes: hello everyone!!! hehe its my first fic on tumblr and my first ever jk fic so i really hope you guys like it. im writing after so mant years so please ignore some mistakes. its kinda based on my experiences so yeah. its intentional whatever you are reading hauahahah, things will only get interesting as well progress.. lots of characters will come in the next chapter, this is just the base. It picks up from the second chapter!! anywho lets get into it!! <3

moodboard • playlist • series masterlist

The first thing you saw when you unlocked your phone this morning was a text from Jungkook. That in itself was weird—he wasn’t the type to be up this early, let alone texting people.

jaykay (work) [8:50am]: hi :)

you [8:50am]: oh my god. what did you forget?

jaykay (work)  [8:51am]: have some faith in me. i was texting for something entirely different. 😒

you[8:51am]: are you sick? held hostage? blink twice if you need help.

jaykay (work) [8:52am]: how da hell are u so dramatic in the morning

you [8:52am]: come to the point jungkook

jaykay [8:52am]: fine. 🙄 don’t bring lunch today

you [8:53am]: why?

jaykay (work) [8:53am]: lunch is on me. taking you, shane and mingyu out for ramen

you [8:53am]: 🤨🤨🤨

jaykay (work) [8:54am]: see you in office🥰

You squinted at the screen, trying to process the words through your morning haze. This man barely made it to work before noon on most days, always breezing in with an iced americano and a sheepish grin. And yet here he was, awake and making lunch plans at 9 AM? Suspicious. Very suspicious.

It’s fixed, you know? Him being late to work, getting sarcastic remarks from the bosses - Natasha, the reporting manager (god did she love micromanaging the team) and Kim Song, the director of your company.

But whatever, free ramen was free ramen and, on that note, you finally woke up and went to get ready for the weird day that was ahead of you.

By the time you got to the office, the usual chaos had already begun. Natasha, wasn’t physically present today, thank the lord for that, you thought, but her presence loomed over Zoom calls like a dark cloud. You had barely set down her bag before her laptop screen lit up with an incoming call. Does this woman ever chill?

“Good morning, team,” Natasha’s clipped voice rang out as the screen loaded. “Let’s go over the deliverables for today.” Her screen was hidden and she was on a holiday like she had very explicitly mentioned the week before she left.

You suppressed a groan as you saw Jungkook and Mingyu joining the call too. Shane, their CS intern, looked half-asleep. Jungkook, though, was oddly quiet, his usual playful banter nowhere to be seen. His leg bounced under the desk, fingers drumming against the tabletop.

You shot him a look, but he didn’t meet your eyes.

Okay that was weird, wasn’t it?

You looked towards Mingyu and Shane to see if they noticed Jungkook being a little off today but to your surprise they were engrossed on what Natasha was instructing on the upcoming event which was the luxurious Cartier dinner.

Classic Natasha, putting her work on us while she sips on pina coladas on the beach after this 10-minute meeting. You wanted to be as carefree as her sometimes, how easily she just threw her tasks on others.

Throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Jungkook which thankfully he didn’t notice.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

Jungkook knew you. He knew how curious you got sometimes and he also knew currently the wheels were turning in your head wondering why he was being so awkward. He smiled internally, thinking how much you knew him and how much he was going to miss you.

If you kept looking at him like that, he was going to crack. He just hoped you wouldn’t figure it out before he told you himself.

Once the meeting was over, you quickly went towards the design studio in the office, greeting Yuna and So-hee who seemed like had just come to office with the way they were switching on their systems for the day.

“I really need the final design renders for the stage setup and the seating plan for Cartier, Yuna,” You said worried knowing that if you don’t get these renders in next half an hour then the costing would delay and then Natasha…yeah no.

Its as if Jungkook got a sign, he entered the design studio greeting Yuna, So-hee, and Dae and standing next to you as if to ease the tension you had going on.

“Babe, give me 10 minutes, the renders are ready. I’ll email it to you, Natasha and Namjoon,” Yuna said as she started working on her system. You nodded your head and gave her a worried smile.

“Mark me in the email too,” Jungkook said instantly and you gave him a pointed look. Yuna seemed to mirror your thoughts and raised her eyebrows towards him.

Seeing that you both were confused, Jungkook chuckles and says, “__, you should be happy that I am willingly asking to be marked on emails,” which makes you roll your eyes playfully and smirk.

“Also, I don’t have nothing big going on currently, project wise, so I’ll follow up for the costings and Natasha will stay away from my ass,” Jungkook continues and laughs with Yuna, So-hee and Dae.

You looked at him as he was sort of back in his carefree self but something still felt off. You just couldn’t put your finger on what this feeling was.

Lunch couldn’t come fast enough. The second Natasha’s second call for the day wrapped up the call, you shut your laptop and turned towards Jungkook who along with Mingyu and Shane was joking and was waiting for you to get done.

“Okay, spill. What’s with the mystery since today morning?” You immediately asked him and he couldn’t help but chuckle nervously.

Mingyu slung an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, grinning. “Yeah, dude. You’re making me nervous.”

Shane, ever the observer, just raised a brow. “Is this about work? God I can’t wait to dig into some good ramen after hearing Natasha ramble since past 15 mins. 15 mins with her feel like 2 hours,” Shane continued rambling earning laughs from the three of you.

Jungkook let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s just get to lunch first.”

That didn’t help your growing suspicion, but you let it slide—at least until the 4 of you reached the ramen place.

The aroma of rich broth and sizzling garlic filled the tiny ramen shop. Shane and Mingyu were already practically vibrating with hunger, menus discarded, ready to order. You, however, were still scanning the options, your stomach rumbling in anticipation. Just as you were about to decide, you and Jungkook spoke in unison: “Japchae.”

A surprised laugh bubbled up. “You wanna have japchae too?” you asked, a little thrill of connection sparking despite the weirdness of the morning. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, and ordered for both of you.

Minutes later, steaming bowls of ramen and the shared plate of japchae arrived. The savory scent made your mouth water. You took a tentative bite of the japchae, the noodles perfectly chewy, the vegetables crisp and flavorful. It was delicious. But Jungkook just sat there, chopsticks hovering over his bowl. He had a strange expression—not quite annoyed, but… something. You knew that look. It was his tell when food was exceptionally good. That’s just his weird trait.

You took the second bite yourself to see if it was and it was really good.

“I got another job.”

Silence.

Your stomach dropped.

Then, Mingyu blinked. “Wait, what?”

Jungkook shifted in his seat, avoiding their gazes. “I got an offer from an event company. They handle production for A-list musicians—concerts, world tours, all of it.” But you could see how proud he was. This was his dream.

“Oh, shit, that’s huge,” Shane said, eyes wide and dramatically keeping his chopsticks on the side.

Jungkook looked at you trying to gauge for your reaction.

You swallowed, gripping your chopsticks a little tighter. “Wow. That’s… incredible, Jungkook.” You said genuinely but why did it feel so off? Why did it feel like you were losing everything? People leave jobs all the time and this is no different, so why was it feeling all to different suddenly?

When you congratulated him, you meant it. You really did. He deserved this. But there was a weird, hollow feeling in your chest. Something tight that you couldn’t quite name.

Jungkook was watching you and asked, “You okay?”

You forced a smile but to everyone it looked genuine. “Of course. This is a big deal. I am so happy for you, Jungkook!” Mingyu and Shane mirrored your smile and congratulated him to which Jungkook threw an honest smile.

His eyes still lingered for a second longer before he nodded, turning his attention back to his food. But you could tell he didn’t fully believe you.

Mingyu and Shane immediately started asking him the questions about his new company and the new job and Jungkook excitedly answered them all and you were interested too to know all the details.

Once the 4 of you were done with the lunch, you asked him, “So when are you telling Natasha?”

“Next week, and then 2 weeks’ notice,” He said looking at you as if he was trying to find an emotion out of you.

“Damn bro, you are leaving us so soon.” Shane said and you looked at Jungkook.

“Now at least I will have some proper desk space at the office,” You tried to joke which earned you a playful eye roll from Jungkook.

“Oh my god, I have to plan a farewell party for you now,” Mingyu joked and you laughed. For the whole lunch, this is the first time Jungkook noticed you genuinely smiling and it was all thanks to Mingyu’s dramatic nature.

The rest of the workday felt strangely off-balance. Even though nothing had technically changed yet, you felt the weight of the upcoming shift pressing down on you. The knowledge that soon, Jungkook wouldn’t be here anymore—wouldn’t be there to roll his eyes at Natasha’s ridiculous demands, wouldn’t be crashing at her desk with an iced coffee and a new piece of gossip, wouldn’t be around to share those unspoken glances when things got too absurd.

You had started hating how much that realization unsettled you.

It was Jungkook who got you out of your dazed thoughts when he said, “___, I have asked Namjoon hyung for the Cartier costing and he is working on it,”

You threw a sincere smile towards him and nodded while he went back on his desk and worked on some small projects he had going on.

gyu (work) [3pm]: are you okay?

Once you read the text, you immediately looked at him but he acted to be so engrossed in his work and you couldn’t help but look back into your phone and text back

you [3:01pm]: yeah, why?

gyu (work) [3:01pm]: you sure about that? ever since jk dropped that bomb, you have been quiet and so has he.

That got your attention. Were you that obvious?

you [3:02pm]: no nothing like that. im happy that he got this. he deserves it!! also when is the blue label bottle engraving costing going to the client? natasha has been on my ass about it since morning. send it asap please <33

gyu [3:03pm]: girl i gotta give it to you, nice attempt to change the convo but we aren’t done yet. ugh why are you my senior? im sending it in 5

By the time the day ended and finally the costings for Cartier had gone out (thanks to Jungkook and Joon), you had convinced yourself you were just being dramatic. People left jobs all the time. This wasn’t a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

Mingyu and Shane had already left for the day and the design studio was also empty leaving only you and Jungkook in the client servicing department. For a Monday, people had left earlier than usual, you thought to yourself.

You looked at the clock and saw it was 7pm already.

While you packed your bags, like routine, Jungkook waited for you. He dropped you home everyday given that you both lived nearby and your apartment came on the way to his.

However, the silence between the two of you felt heavier than usual.

“You’re quiet,” he finally said as the two of you entered the elevator.

You forced a laugh and adjusted your purse, trying to look anywhere but at him. “So are you.”

The two of you exited the elevator and sat in his car, he started the engine. For the first time ever, the silence between the two of you was uncomfortable.

Jungkook sighed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he took the familiar route and said, “Are you really happy for me?”

You immediately turned to look at him, meeting his gaze in the dim glow of the streetlights. “Yes, I am. Why would you think I am not?”

His smile was small, a little sad. “Alright. You and I haven’t spoken much since lunch,”

You didn’t know why, but something in your chest ached at that. But you ignored it,  and looking towards and giving him a smile and said, “Jungkook, I am so happy for you. I am. I know you wanted this and now you have it,”

For the first time in the whole day, he smiled genuinely at you.

“Will you miss me?,” He asked as he stopped the car right out of your apartment and looked at you with his doe eyes that carry the sta-

Wait what?!

You ignored whatever that thought was and quickly composed yourself and laughed at him. “You wish I would miss you,” You joked playfully and he rolled his eyes.

“On a serious note, yes I will. Who will I tolerate Natasha with?” You continued and he let out a small chuckle.

“Anyway I have to go. See you tomorrow boss,” you finally said, and then you were gone, disappearing into the building.

Jungkook sat there for a moment, staring after you.

He knew you better than you thought. He knew when you were genuinely happy, when you were just pretending, when you were holding back something you didn’t want to say. And tonight, you were definitely holding back.

Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against the car seat. Leaving this job was supposed to be exciting, a step up, an opportunity of a lifetime. And it was.

But why did it feel like he was losing something, too?

© foreignjaykay

[inkedinshadows]

For the requests: "I would certainly take all night" with Eris, please. I would be forever indebted to you. Can be smut or not, write it however you want! :)

Held in Firelight

Pairing: Eris x f!reader

A/N: Hi! No need to be indebted, don't worry! I just hope you'll like this bc I really liked this idea but I wrote it after six hours of class so it might not be my best work. I also don't know how to label it because it's a bit fluffy with a tiny sprinkle of angst and allusions to smutty bits? Idk idk I really like it tho

Warnings: arranged marriage, cheating (but the parties involved are aware so idk)

Word count: 1k

“I think he has a new lover.”

Your words cut through the comfortable silence that had settled over the sitting room. Eris raised a brow, but you continued to stir the wine in your glass, your eyes fixed on the swirling red liquid.

The silence stretched, broken only by the crackling embers in the fireplace. Eventually, he asked, “What makes you think that?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “He spent every night out this week. He doesn't do that if he's just sleeping around. He still comes home.”

Eris hummed, as if contemplating your answer.

These were your favorite moments—when Eris didn’t have court duties to attend to and could spend hours talking and drinking with you. It was your favorite way to ease the stress and tension of the life you had been forced into.

“He was out even two nights ago?”

You looked up at him. The firelight flickered on the side of his face, turning his hair into molten copper. You felt a sudden urge to reach across the couch and run your fingers through it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why do you ask?”

“It was your birthday,” he stated simply.

“So?”

He looked startled. “You really don’t care that he forgot?”

You sighed, setting your glass down. “Eris, he hasn't remembered my birthday in years.”

He didn’t reply, but his jaw clenched. You couldn’t tell if the flames in his eyes were just a reflection of the fire or if it was that simmering power of his.

With another sigh, you pressed on. “Let’s say he remembers,” you said. “Then what? You really believe he would spend the whole night with me, taking his sweet time to make me feel cherished, at least on my birthday?” You shook your head, the mere thought making you scoff. “No, I prefer it this way. He doesn't care about me, I don't care about him, and there's no point in pretending we do.”

Eris remained silent, his gaze fixed on the fireplace, his fingers clutching the stem of his glass so tightly you thought it might break. You knew he cared about you, that he hated your situation as much as you did, but even he couldn’t change it. Maybe once he became High Lord he’d banish arranged marriages and spare others from this fate, but it was too late for you.

Picking up your glass again, you tucked your legs beneath you and settled back against the pillows. You took a sip of wine, hoping that its rich taste might offer an excuse to change the topic, but you came up empty. You’d already commented on the flavor when he opened the bottle.

“I would certainly take all night.”

His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful, but when you turned to look at him, he was still facing away from you.

“What?” you blurted out. Surely, you had heard that wrong.

Finally, his eyes met yours, determined and unflinching. “I would take all night with you,” he repeated, “I would cherish you. And not just on your birthday.”

Your breath hitched. There had been a few lingering touches, a brush of fingers, words whispered after one too many glasses of wine. But never like this—so plain and blatant, so unguarded.

“Don't say that,” you murmured.

“Why not?” His eyes bore into you, pinning you in place. There was no escape—not that you wanted one. “We both want it.”

He was right. There was no arguing with that. Yet you still shook your head. “Eris, we can't.”

He moved closer. You didn’t resist when he took your glass and set it on the small table alongside his. An empty bottle stood next to an unopened one.

“Why not?” he asked again, his voice gentler now. “Just because you’re married? How many other females has he been with?”

Countless.

Maybe Eris was right about that too. Maybe you didn’t owe loyalty to a husband you had never wanted—a husband who had never been loyal to you. If he could have all the females he wanted, then maybe you could have the one male you wanted. The one person who always understood you, who never judged or mistreated you.

“When was the last time someone made you feel cherished?” Eris’s hand covered yours, his slender fingers intertwining with your own, squeezing once. “Made you feel good?”

You had never thought about your marriage in those terms. You had never wanted that union in the first place, so you had clung to the small things. Time away from your husband was good. You hadn’t shared a bed in a long time, and your conversations were awkward and stiff enough that the thought of intimacy hadn't crossed your mind in years. And you’d told yourself that was good enough.

But deep down, it had never really felt good.

Eris was still looking at you, his expression soft and understanding. As if he could see your every thought.

You looked away, unable to stomach it. “I don't know,” you finally whispered.

“Let me be that person.” He reached out, gently tilting your chin. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your eyes met again, and your resolve wavered. Then he brushed his thumb over your lips and spoke in a barely audible whisper.

“Let me love you.”

That word.

Love.

Your husband had never uttered it to you, nor had you to him. But hearing it from Eris… you knew he didn't mean just now—a stolen moment to carry in your heart. And that realization was the final push you needed.

You didn't know who moved first. One moment you were staring into each other's eyes. The next, your lips met.

He tasted like a wish come true after years of waiting.

You were done longing and yearning in secret, done pretending you didn't know what you truly wanted.

And as Eris loved you in front of the fireplace, you finally felt good. You felt cherished. And he took all night to make sure of it.

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[alaia777]

hi alaia! can i please request an angst with comfort drabble of 'you look stupid, what are you even wearing?' with baro shoei (blue lock)?

i hope you like it !

it was rare for something as simple as a dress to make you this excited, but today was different. while out shopping, you stumbled upon a baby blue dress with a big bow at the back and delicate ruffles—something you wouldn’t normally pick, but the moment you saw it, a wave of nostalgia hit you. it looked almost identical to a dress you loved as a child, just made for someone your age now. you obviously bought it.

you couldn’t wait to show it to your boyfriend tonight. the two of you had planned an at-home date, something you’d been looking forward to all week. you were going to order food from the restaurant where you had your first date, then watch the movie you saw together on your second. even though barou didn’t say much when you brought it up, you knew him well enough to tell—he was looking forward to it just as much as you were.

by the time it was close for barou to get back from practice, everything was already prepared for your date. you had gotten yourself ready, looking so much like little you—except now, your front teeth weren’t missing. the table was arranged carefully for the food, and the movie setup was ready to go. all that was left was for the food to be delivered right on time when barou got home.

you jumped out of your seat when you heard the front door open, a giddy smile on your face as you rushed to greet your boyfriend. “i was waiting for you, b—” but before you could finish your sentence, barou walked right past you, heading straight for the bedroom without sparing you a single glance. you could tell he must be frustrated from practice, and not wanting to upset him further, you decided to give him some space.

what was supposed to be a little time turned into an hour of you sitting on the couch, the food already delivered and neatly placed on the table, but still no sign of barou. you heard the sound of him getting into the shower, then the quiet shuffle of him going back into the room. yet, there was still no sign of him coming to talk to you.

you had promised yourself you’d give him space, but you couldn’t just sit here, feeling useless, knowing your boyfriend was clearly in a bad mood. you couldn’t do nothing.

you knocked on the door, waiting for a response that never came. after a moment, you pushed it open, stepping inside to find barou sitting at his desk, back turned to you, eyes fixed on his laptop.

“barou, the table is set. do you want to come eat?”

“not hungry. you can eat without me,” he said, his tone clipped.

“but i thought it would’ve been nice for us to—” you started, but before you could finish, he turned around, irritation clear on his face.

“are you deaf? i said i’m not hungry. also—” his words faltered as his gaze swept over you from head to toe, taking in your dress for the first time. he scoffed, expression unreadable. “you look stupid. what are you even wearing?”

you stared at him, stunned, the weight of his words settling in. how dare he? the comment stung more than you wanted to admit, but you refused to let it show—you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“a dress for our inside date that’s today, you asshole,” you shot back, voice steady despite the tightness in your chest. “but on second thought, you can stay in here and enjoy your own misery, since it’s clear communication isn’t your strong suit.”

without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and slammed the door behind you, the sharp sound echoing through the apartment.

you knew you’d been harsh, but so had he. if he was going to throw words like that at you, then fine—you’d throw them right back.

but as you sat at the table, staring at the now-cold food you’d been so excited to share, the anger in your chest twisted into something heavier. the night was supposed to be special, a quiet celebration of the little things that made your relationship yours. instead, all that was left was silence.

you didn’t bother looking up when you heard the bedroom door open, still pushing your food around on the plate, the weight of his presence settling in front of you. you didn’t want to argue again—you were too tired for that.

“i’m sorry for calling your dress stupid,” barou said, his voice gruff but sincere.

“you called me stupid,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.

he went quiet for a moment, then exhaled. “and i’m sorry for that too. i had a hard day and took it out on you instead of communicating like a normal person.”

you kept your head down, unsure if you were ready to forgive him for ruining the night you’d been looking forward to all week.

“and i’d like for us to continue our date,” he added.

“the food’s already cold—” you started, finally glancing up, only to freeze mid-sentence.

barou stood there, arms crossed, wearing the shirt—the ridiculous t-shirt you’d gotten him as a joke, the very first gift you ever gave him. bright red and proudly displaying the word KING in a mickey mouse theme.

“since the food’s cold, we’re going to eat at the restaurant and then go see the movie at the cinema,” he said like it was the simplest plan in the world.

“dressed like that?” you asked, blinking.

“yes. is that a problem?”

“no,” you said, biting back a grin, “but why that shirt?”

“because since we’re redoing our first date, i want to wear the first gift you ever gave me,” he said, completely serious.

you couldn’t hold it in anymore—you laughed, loud and unrestrained, all the tension from earlier slowly unraveling with it.

you were still laughing when barou rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. instead, he grabbed his keys from the counter and tilted his head toward the door.

“come on, we’re leaving.”

you wiped at your eyes, finally standing. “you’re really going out like that?”

“obviously.”

he started walking toward the door, and you followed, shaking your head but smiling. whatever frustration lingered from earlier didn’t matter anymore—not when he was willing to do something so ridiculous just to make up for it.

as he held the door open for you, you reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze. he squeezed back.

maybe tonight wasn’t going exactly how you planned, but somehow, it was turning out even better.

[daysoftheyears]

This is my first Hamzah fic ayeeee!! based off a request I got: "OKAY! what if helping Hamzah bleach his hair and it became something domestic. the reader thinks it would be ugly, but then the reader did not expect it to be so good 🙏"

Please let me know if you like this or theres anything I can change or fix

words: 700

Enjoy!

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It had been a month and a few weeks after Hamzah had shaved his head and his hair had started to grow back pretty fast. You and him went out for dinner and he proposed an idea. 

“So babe, I was thinking that since my hair is growing back-” He paused and looked at you, as you bit into a burger. He continued his sentence, “Would you perhaps bleach my hair for me?” He smiled awkwardly at you, not knowing what you would say. You stopped chewing and looked at him. “Bleach? Your hair? Hamzah-” You went to go lecture him but he had cut you off. “Look babe I know what you're going to say but it would be cool and it would look good for the fight.”

You looked at him, almost a look of pity., “Hamzah I think it's going to look bad and like if im the one doing it I don't want to be responsible for making you ugly.” 

“It wont look ugly bro I promise! Pleaseee.” He jokingly made a pouty face like a kid would make after you told them no to candy. “We’ll see Hamzah” the rest of the night went smoothly and the subject wasn't brought up again.

The next morning you awoke to Hamzah shaking you up. 

“Babe c’mon get up bruh” You had sat up and rubbed your eyes, picked up your phone to read the time. 11:06 AM. “What do you need Hamzah?” He ran into the other room to grab something. He came back not even a minute later with a grocery bag with mystery items. 

“Look what I got.” He said with a smirk. He pulled out a bleach kit and some extra gloves. He threw them in your hands and smiled. “Bleach my hair now please.” Your tense shoulders had dropped following up with a sigh. “Hamzah, ill do it but I don't want to look at you after.”

“It wont look bad trust, I put a blond tiktok filter on last night so I basically know.” You held in a laugh and told him to wait 30 minutes. 

You sat him down in the bathroom and read the instructions for the bleach. “You’re gonna look like that one wig you have.” You laughed, “Stop you’re scaring me!” 

You put on the gloves and mixed the bleach together with the end of the brush. “Im not ready for this baby.” 

“Just dont fuck it up please.” He smiled in the mirror as you applied the bleach all over his hair. You wouldn't say it out loud, but you thought it was coming out nice. You took some pictures as he let the bleach sit in for half an hour. “Are you ready to wash it out?” you asked him as you started the shower. “Yea, do you think I'm gonna need to tone it?”

“I don't know, I've never bleached my hair before.” 

He stuck his head in the shower and you began to scrub his hair and wash the extra bleach out, 

“Hamzah, it's actually looking pretty good so far.” He couldn’t see you, due to his head being held under water, but you were smiling ear to ear. 

You finished washing it out and he dried his hair with a towel. Once it was fully dry you took a good look at him and his new era. “Yea you're definitely going to need some toner.”

“But it looks good tho, no?” He asked you with a goofy smile. “I guess.” You jokingly eye rolled giving him some sass. “Girl bye.” He copied your gesture, rolling his eyes playfully. “Im just joking! I think it looks handsome.” You whispered the last part and he put his hand next to his ear as if he didn't hear you. “Im sorry, you said what” His face was filled with amusement. 

“I said I think you look handsome.” You repeated louder. “And you thought it would look bad boi.” He leans down and kisses you, walking out the bathroom and into your shared room to facetime Martin about his hair. You looked in the mirror and sighed happily that you were wrong about it looking ugly.

[peace-hunter]

https://www.tumblr.com/peace-hunter/774219053379239936/baby-op-has-a-favorite-and-is-not-afraid-to-let

OK FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU??! We got baby Orion, look at that bean, so small and cute, but at what cost? The cost of our hearts being shattered….

Now the dramatics are over! The Megatronus doll?! I can hear d-16 seething in jealousy somewhere lmao.

Please tell me I’m not seeing things and Prima pulled out a weapon when he heard the door open?! Ready to defend but not when it was needed most because sentinel is a little bitch.

ZETA BEING ORIONS FAVE?! (It’s so cool you included that because it is part of canon, it’s in the movie novelisation if anyone is curious)

It’s so much more tragic with that piece of info, the way you drew Orion feeling like he’s lost something and having to be snapped out of it 😭 I love your art so much.

It does raise a question though, how old is Orion? Did he age slower or did sentinel do something to was with his ageing?

baby prime orion au

AKJSHDKAHDA THANK YOU I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! and that it seemed to hit the way i wanted it to! it is my mission with this au to make it unbearably cute and painful as fuck <33

that doll... i have plans for that doll.... no spoilers but it will come back...

AND YES THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THAT!! you're the first person i see that points out Prima's reaction to hearing someone come in! he's a little (a lot) overprotective of OP and he's always on guard even when they're deep in the tower where no one but their siblings and some trusted members of the High Guard are allowed to enter. he's also lowkey training OP to keep quiet when he hears someone come into his room and to be cautious of strangers. he doesn't want his baby brother to be scared of the world but he just... wants to keep him safe at all costs. most of the primes think he's being a little paranoid but he Does Not Care. once OP is older and can take care of himself they can talk about his anxiety but until then he's sticking to his guns.

and fun fact! when Sentinel sent his trackers to take custody of Optimus during his coup, it took them just long enough to search his rooms for him to allow the High Guard to send reinforcements and take him away. so. anxiety for the win babeeey⁓

and yeah zeta being OP's favorite is directly taken from the novel! in my mind Prima is OP's primary caretaker with everyone else taking turns to switch out with him, but Zeta being the matrix holder doesn't get the chance to do it as often as everyone else. so him dropping by is a special occasion! and because he doesn't want to ruin the little time he gets with his baby brother with anything, he lowkey spoils Optimus the most. so it's a mix of novelty and over-indulgence that gives him the edge over everyone else 🤭

AND YEAH THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR! in this au OP is looking for the matrix for the good of everyone, he does believe bringing it back is the best thing for their society but deep down he also hopes it will fix the gaping wound in his spark he's been nursing his entire life. and when he sees Zeta Prime's lifeless body he knows the matrix being missing from it should be the thing he should focus on but... it's really not. and he doesn't understand why.

and orion's age is... something i kinda hoped no one would remember to ask about (/▽＼)

jk but for real he's about 52 cycles old. he's definitely older than the rest of the squad for at least a decade! buuuuut as a prime he also does age slower than them. this one is not on sentinel, it's just a him/prime thing. a small part of dee's frustration with orion in this au is because he's under the impression that they're more or less the same age but orion acts much more immaturely than he should, but this is kinda because orion literally doesn't mature at the same rate than he does.

it's not by much but the difference is there and they can feel it even if they don't understand it.

i have a chart in case anyone cares about it akjsdhkja

not my best work but it'll do for now.

so basically OP's mental development is one year for every 2.5 cycles while everyone else's is one per every 1.5. he and dee met when OP was 36 cycles old and Dee was 24 which was the exact moment where their mental development was almost equal, which made them hit off pretty well! but after that it was just a matter of time before dee started leaving Orion behind.

again, it isn't by much but the difference exists and is just one more straw to break the camel's back.

also the poor high guard that stayed behind to keep an eye on Orion was working overtime trying to keep people from wondering why this particular sparkling was growing up so slowly. they faked a bunch of records for him and officially speaking Orion is 47 cycles old, when he's actually 52, but even that only gave them a very limited amount of time before everyone started noticing that Orion was kinda little for his age.

they also did their damn best to keep Orion from entering the mines at the age he was supposed to because there was no fucking way they were letting the equivalent of 12 year old go in there.

they did so much crime and falsification you guys.

as it is OP was still mentally younger than everyone else when they went in, but officially he was almost 5 years older than he should've been. it was the best they could do.

so... yeah!

thank you for asking because i had been postponing doing this for weeks now xD

[astrasng]

touchstarved txt ౨ৎ

→ summary: every human being needs someones touch.

→ warning: mainly fluff, little cursing.

→ a/n: this is the first post of my valentines week special. so, happy valentines week to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ soobin

soobin who doesn't remember the last time someone touched him like this. not because they had to, (because of fitting or anything relatable to his work) but because they wanted to out of love. the feeling of someone's love with a simple touch almost makes him cry out, melting into your touch the first time you hold him. his whole body going slack against yours as he lets himself relax in your arms. he furrows his eyebrows slightly when he feels you swiping your fingers through his hair, only saying a small please continue as he snuggles into your neck more feeling your warm soft touch. "no one ever held me like this before"

──── ⋆˚࿔ yeonjun

when he started his idol career, he didn't think he'd find true love. always focusing on his dreams, on his members and family. love wasn't the first thing on his mind, but when you came into the picture everything changed. he craved for your attention of every hour of the day,texting you constantly to know you are doing fine and happy. somewhere in his mind and heart, it calmed him to know you are safe. when his schedule let him, he spent every time of his with you, always having an arm around you or his hands caressing yours in his palm. yeonjun usually carefully chooses the people he lets in his personal space, and you are one of them. it was rare to see him act so boldly or affectionate in public, but whenever you feel his hands swiping the hair out of your face of fixing something on your dress always makes you blush uncontrollably. you often think he just put an arm around me and my knees are already giving out i'm so pathetic but in all truthness this is your boyfriend's little game. "i just wanted to see you crave my touch as bad as i do with yours."

──── ⋆˚࿔ beomgyu

he spends almost every free time of his hovering around you. not stalker like, but rather like a curious friend. because he is your friend, and it nearly kills him. he wants you to notice him, to give him a fucking chance, and when you do he basically disappears for days. showing up with a smile days after,saying that he was preparing for your first date and when you see what he has been doing you feel guilt building up on you for not dating him sooner. beomgyu craves your love and touch like its a drug, finding every excuse to touch you. either pulling out a chair for you and touch the base of your back slightly to secure you sit down safely, or teasingly pulling on your hair whenever he has the chance. if he's really down bad for you, he even pulls your hand into his lap and examines your lifeline. "this definately says I'll be in your life for forever"

──── ⋆˚࿔ taehyun

taehyun mostly looks forward to nights.he knows you are home waiting for him, already done with work and busying yourself until he's done at the company. his heart beats the closer he gets to his apartment, because he already knows what is going to go down. he practically feels your hug already, your arms wrapped around him to pull him further into your shared home. he loves cuddling with you on the couch or on your bed, his face smushed against your chest to slowly lulling him into a deep sleep. his heart gives up mid-day when he suddenly remembers how you feel in his arms, wanting nothing more but to go home sooner and be with you. it's like his body psysically craves for you, melting into you the minute his body hits the bed yet again after a long day. there are nights when you have to wait for him so long that you eventually fall asleep, but taehyun always wraps his arms around you to feel like he's home again. "I'm home baby" he then murmurs like you can hear him in your sleep.

──── ⋆˚࿔ hueningkai

kai,someone who always puts his focus on his work suddenly gets annoyed when his balance is wavered. to the point he can't even go to practice without thinking of you, your face suddenly appearing in his mind in the middle of rehearsals. touchstarved kai, who thinks he can get you out of his mind if he works out enough, but this isn't the case. because the minute he sees you again he has to have your hands on him, missing your touch and the way you melt into his body when hugging him. he's just so madly in love. "i needed to remember how your hug feels like" says in a whisper as you basically feel him crush your bones.

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[staarriezz]

hello :D

i have a request for a dottore x reader fluff/angst, i hope the idea sounds interesting 😅

what if the reader suddenly finds dottore in a horrible mood, except he’s not angry or anything, just really down :(

and the reader tries their best to comfort him but he just won’t verbally respond to them until the reader says something that really hits his heart, then he actually starts opening up 💜

i really like this concept bc there’s not enough people who write abt dottore being upset or sad, maybe bc it conflicts with his character a lot but i feel like he has so much emotional baggage throughout the years. it has to catch up to him eventually 😥

thank you 🫶

HAII FIRST REQUESTS EVER! yes of course i can give you some dottie angst… i lov him so much

dottore x reader — cracks in the mask

pairing: dottore x reader

genre: fluff/angst

warnings: none

word count: ~1.2k

the laboratory was unnervingly quiet that evening.

typically, there was always something to fill the silence— the hum of his machinery, the scratch of a pen, any of the clones babbling on about their experiments. however today, the near silence was suffocating.

at the center of it was dottore.

you found him at his desk, unmoving, hunched forward with one gloved hand resting against his temple. his bird-like mask sat to the side, revealing his sharp features, usually so animated with concentration or delight, now replaced with something disturbingly close to exhaustion.

that alone was enough to make your stomach twist.

“dottore?” you approached carefully, unsure of what state he was in. he was an unpredictable man— one wrong move could easily cause him to have an outburst. “i brought you something to eat. you haven’t left your lab all day.”

silence.

you stepped closer, setting a plate of fatteh down on the desk beside a stack of notes. he didn’t even glance at it. his sharp crimson eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the paper before him, though it was clear he wasn’t really seeing it— he was looking past it.

that was when you noticed how tense he was—his fingers curled slightly as if suppressing a twitch, his breaths slow but shallow.

something was wrong.

“…did something happen?” you asked softly.

still, no response.

your concern deepened. dottore was never quiet. he always had something to say, whether it was mocking, taunting, or spiraling into a monologue about his latest discoveries or newfound interest. but now, he seemed to be locked in some internal battle, his usual arrogance stripped away.

you reached out, hesitating for only a moment before placing your hand over his gloved one. “zandik,” you said softly, calling him by his real name— the name he let only you use.

that finally got a reaction, though it was slight. his fingers just barely twitched beneath yours, but he still didn’t look at you.

you swallowed. “please… please talk to me.”

not a word.

worry twisted into frustration. you had seen dottore in many different states— enraged, ecstatic, amused, even mildly— mildly tender. but this was different. this didn’t just seem like the aftermath of an experiment failure, or a setback in his research. this was heaviness. a weight pressing him down, pushing him into something that even his fiery ambition couldn’t pull him out of.

and you didn’t know how to fix it.

“i hate seeing you like this,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i know you don’t like talking about things that bother you. i know you think it’s weak or useless. but you’re human, zandik. no matter how much you pretend you aren’t. you’re not one of your machines,”

a flicker of something subtle crossed his face.

more desperate for anything, you continued. “you carry so much. too much. and i know you— if something is weighing on you this badly, it’s not just some minor inconvenience. so please, just—” you exhaled shakily, trying to calm yourself. “just let me in.”

for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer.

then, finally, quietly— so quietly you almost missed it— he spoke.

“…do you ever wonder,” he started, his voice hardly above a mumble, “if everything you’ve done has been worth it?”

the question caught you off guard.

your fingers tightened slightly around his, his words making your heart ache. “what do you mean?”

he took a slow breath, his hand shifted beneath yours, but didn’t pull away. “i have spent my entire life pursuing knowledge. progress. evolution. a way to enhance the human race. i have been chased out of my home town, and expelled from the akademiya. i have torn apart the weak, the feeble-minded, and discarded the useless in the name of something greater. my vision of the future.” His voice remained eerily calm, but there was something brittle beneath it.

his gaze finally lifted to meet yours. “…but does any of it matter?”

you sucked in a breath.

dottore was not a man who dealt with regrets. he prided himself on his ambition, his dedication, his refusal to be weighed down by something as trivial as morality. but there was something deeply, achingly tired in his eyes now— an exhaustion that went beyond sleepless nights and endless research.

this was the weight of years. of choices made and paths walked that could never be undone.

your heart ached for him, your stomach twisting.

“you’ve given up so much,” you said carefully, “but that doesn’t mean it was all for nothing.”

he let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “hasn’t it?”

“no.” You squeezed his hand. “because if it were, you wouldn’t be questioning it now.”

that seemed to strike something in him. his lips parted slightly, as if to argue, but no words came. he simply looked at you, unguarded, disturbed in a way he rarely allowed himself to be.

you continued, voice gentler now. “you always act like you don’t care. as if the past doesn’t affect you. but you do care, zandik. maybe not in the way others do, but you wouldn’t be asking this if you didn’t.”

his fingers curled around yours, grip tightening ever so slightly.

the silence stretched between you, but this time, it wasn’t cold or distant. It was understanding.

“…you are a curious creature,” he finally muttered, shaking his head. “always saying things that even i cannot refute.”

you smiled faintly. “because i know you better than you’d like to admit.”

his hard gaze softened just a fraction. then, to your quiet relief, he exhaled— long and slow, as if finally releasing some of the weight crushing his chest.

“…stay,” he murmured. it wasn’t as harsh as a command, nor was it his usual smug expectation that you would obey him without question. it was something much quieter. much more vulnerable.

a request.

you lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “always.”

and for the first time that night, dottore let himself relax.