#is what i wanna call this. yeah. thats perfect

[shizunitis]

your og idea of binghe just avoiding sqq after the abyss after time traveling is rotting my brain. all I can think is sqq growing increasingly agitated when he realizes binghe won't be coming after him after all. that he might just never see binghe again. that binghe doesn't even care enough to hate him anymore? and this is how he ends up orchestrating sqq's downfall event 2.0 to get binghe's attention because HE DESERVES HIS REVENGE OKAY!!! while binghe wonders what the fuck is going on now where did he go wrong why is this all happening

EXACTLY! YES!

and binghe can’t even act panicked about it! he’s a good actor, he knows the stakes! he can’t just run away with his tail between his legs; he has to prove shen qingqiu right, and then everything will be fine!

they arrest shen qingqiu and binghe fucking sprints over realms to get there in time and distract everyone with a half-assed and ultimately failed assassination plot against the old palace master. when no one manages to catch him, he finally does the worst thing possible. a crime unforgivable in shen qingqiu’s eyes.

he monologues.

for a good chunk of time, luo binghe goes on and on and on about his monstrous, evil, deliberate plans of destroying the cultivation world. and what better way to do that than to attack the wealthiest sect in a time of such importance as a cang qiong peak lord’s trial? hah! fine! you’ve backed him into a corner!

(he is freely walking around and no one is trying to stop him. shen qingqiu’s eyebrow twitches.)

he’ll explain! the truth is—

(shen qingqiu winces.)

—he manipulated the peak lord’s memories! he’s the reason shen qingqiu’s qi deviation altered his personality so badly!

(shen qingqiu’s brain makes the “?” zelda sound. binghe! this master is a transmigrator! at least lie better!)

he was born evil! and so he will wreak havoc upon the human realm! simply because of his evil nature! that he has! that. natural evil. he— he surely knows how to sow chaos simply for the fuck of it and for no end whatsoever! …certainly.

shen qingqiu finally tries to intervene and binghe just talks over him. he goes, “and you! my so-called…” he winces, hides it under a pitying gaze, and apologises in his mind. “my so-called shizun! you were my pawn for so many years! this lord had use of you still, but alas! my plans were thwarted by these heartless, cunning cultivators! damn you!”

he does not shake his fist, but only just. he harrumphs and leaves in a flurry of sleeves and demonic qi. very evil-like, yes.

the cultivators gathered for the trial are, to put it mildly, very confused. the old palace master is forced to apologise, but nothing else comes of it, which gets binghe thinking: finally! a reason to torment someone! time to plot evil things!

his evil plots, over the next however many years, leave almost no victims. everyone is starting to catch on. finally the whole su xiyan thing is revealed and the cultivators ask him (after another… evil… plan) if that’s why he hunted down the old palace master and interfered with huan hua palace’s missions so much.

“uh.” he takes a moment. “sure. yeah! sure, let’s go with that.”

“then why’d you fight tianlang-jun? it, like. levelled a mountain. zhao hua spent three months treating him and he still tilts to the side when he’s running.”

luo binghe does not answer. shen qingqiu and shang qinghua look at each other like this

and liu qingge finally starts suspecting something is amiss here.

meng mo is very, very tired. he’d thought for a second his not-disciple would finally act his lineage. he should’ve known. this useless kid only knows three things and two of them are shen qingqiu related.

[sirxlla]

Non-Emergencies

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Warnings: Fluff, use of Y/N

Prompt: Your Grandma calls 911 to flirt with the firefighters

Notes: Female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Your grandma needed a little extra help around the house after her hip replacement so you, your mother and father were taking care of her. Currently you were on Grandma duty for the next six hours.

"You should see the firefighters at the station near here, they are just the cutest and the one with the little mark above his eyebrow? Oh, you'd really like him."

You left her alone for five minutes while you got the Uber Eats order and she had already made the call to 911. She put the phone down like she hadn't just commited a crime so of course you expected that maybe she'd called a friend or answered the phone or something, something really benign.

"LAFD, Ma'am are you alright." The 118 had seen your grandmother before, she was a 'frequent flyer' is what they called her. She did often call when she was lonely or couldn't understand how to turn on the tv but she secretly wanted company or to oogle the men.

"Grandma, Why's the fire department here?" You asked with shock and a tad bit of annoyance.

"Is that who I called?" She acted innocent and again like it isnt a crime to call the fire department for nothing.

"That is who you called, Ms. Dotty." Eddie spoke to her and did a check to make sure she's fine cause he has to.

"She's fi-" You started but your grandma interrupted.

"My hearts a little fast but maybe thats just cause of you." The seventy year old flirted with the brunette man.

"Well, arent you a charming showstopper as always, Ms. Dotty." Eddie replied back.

"She doesnt even need anythin-" You start to tell the other man before looking up at him, he had the mark near his eyebrow like she said and god was he beautiful, a killer smile, his hair a bit curly and his eyes were like seas of endles-

"Yeah, we kinda figured but we don't mind checkin up on her." Buck interrupts your thoughts with and you felt weak in your knees as soon as his smile widened.

"Evan Buckley but you can call me Buck if you like, everyone else does." He reached out his hand.

Naturally, due to Buck being insanely charming you were already blushing which caused your grandma to wink at you when Eddie wasn't looking.

"You okay? You seem a little flushed." He retracted his hand and asked you with concern.

"No, I'm good I promise." Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks or the smile of embarrassment that was quickly fighting it's way to your face.

"I heard you boys needed volunteers for the Christmas thing you guys are putting on for the kiddos. I'm sure my granddaughter would love to help out." Your grandma kept trying to play wing-woman for you.

"Well we really do need another woman to help us out and I think she'd be perfect. Can I get your number and I'll just text you the details." Buck said in a slightly flirty tone.

"I wouldnt wanna be a both-"

"Her number is 424-555-7652. Her names Y/N but most people call her Ducky." Your grandma wrote it down and handed it to Evan.

"Awe, Buck and Duck." Eddie starts before their pagers went off with an actual call that wasnt a grandma wanting to flirt with firefighters.

"Well it was lovely to see you, Ms. Dotty!" Eddie packs up the med kit and gets ready to get out of there.

"I'll give you a call, Ducky." Buck says with a blush as he bolts out of there after Eddie.

"I don't know if I should be mad at you or not, Grandma." Still trying to hife the blush or how your eyes had memorized every part of Buck's face.

"I told you he was cute, they both are. If I was younger, I bet the brunette would go for me." Your grandma said with a smirk and a rather large amount of confidence.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would." You laugh a bit, she's always been a little bit of a minx and it was clear that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

-> Masterlist <-

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Imagine this ✋😌🤚 (Transformers Prime Wise) everyone is in the base chilling and the kids randomly start talking about who’s the most attractive of the bots (based on whatever random criteria list Miko made). while they are all going on about why their personal bot would definitely be popular they start arguing and suddenly call out to reader (who has been minding their business on the couch distracted reading a book or something) and asks them which autobot is most attractive, reader instinctively and with absolutely no hesitation blurts out the bot thats been on their mind for a while nonchalantly acting as if they didn’t pretty much confess their attraction and said bot definitely heard them. (I would love Ratchet or bulkhead, or bumblebee whichever one is easier to write for)(loved your Rodimus fic btw it was so cute 10/10) sorry this request was so long, it’s completely fine if you don’t wanna write this 😭

No need to apologize!! I'm so glad you liked the Rodimus one, it got rewritten like four times XP I still need to catch up on TFP, but I'm a little more familiar with Ratchet from it. I hope you enjoy!

Ratchet was too busy working to pay attention to what the humans were up to. This part had been busted for a week and he needed it for his next project. The talk was nothing but an annoying buzz in the background, occasionally becoming loud enough for him to huff or grunt to try and get them to quiet down.

Something about who the most attractive bot was. How childish! the criteria listed by Miko wasn't anywhere near Cybertronian beauty standards. What did a human know about biolights and kibble? The angular chassis of a tank compared to the smooth curves of a racer frame? This kids would make their observations and laugh, especially when Decepticons were the topic. Prime was called a "daddy" and Bee had "Puppy energy".

"What about you, Y/N?"

Ratchet listens a little closer, but still keeps his focus on his work. You weren't a child, and had a decent processor in that head of yours. You might have some sense not to play this stupid game.

"Ratchet."

Hwat?

Ratchet almost drops his tools in surprise. You, the only human he thought had some sense think he's attractive. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees that you had been just as busy as him when the questioning started. Sat on the couch with your book, looking around, stumbling over yourself to explain. He caught some of it: intelligent, skilled. Handsome for a robot.

Miko seemed to spearhead the grilling despite being the one to start the whole thing.

When you glance in Ratchet's direction, he sees your eyes widen and how quickly you look down when they meet his optics. Shame? Embarrassment? It doesn't sit right to see you teased. Just because you can appreciate an older bot.

"What's so funny?" Ratchet scoffs, "at least one of your kind has some taste." He turns away from the console and over to the platform. Bee chirps and nudges him before getting shoved away by the doctor. "Isn't it time you all leave?"

He leans close, glaring at the kids. Miko tries snarking back about the weekend but Raf mentions a movie playing. Bee volunteers to take them home, perfect excuse for him to go to the drive in.

Wheeljack heads out with them, raising an optic ridge at the medic as he passes by. It's just the two of you left. Ratchet shift, glancing back at you. You don't look at him, sitting back on the couch with your book. Body tense and heated. Trying to look casual and relaxed and clearly anything but.

He vents out and looks back at his project, then at you again. "So... got a thing for old bots huh?"

You hunch down, gripping your book tighter. "Ratchet, I-"

"You uh… sticking around?" He interrupts, "I could use some help."

You peek up over your book. Ratchet had you help a couple times, small hands being able to reach places. And again, being the only human in this base that he thinks has a lick of sense.

"Sure... Yeah..." You put the book down and smile.

Ratchet smiles back, offering his servo for you to climb on.

[thinkinonsense]

i just listened to sabrina's new album and oh my god the song slim pickins is such a song that was written from daydreaming about lumberjack!logan, oh and the recent fic that you reblogged was just so yummy and perfect for that song especially the lyrics "a boy who's jacked and nice" like god having to settle down for less because nobody can be him 😭😭😭 need him expeditiously im afraid

it's slim pickins

lumberjack!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: yearning!! fluff, tiny nsfw conversation (nothing graphic)

a/n: this request couldn't have come in at a better time because i'm seeing sabrina on opening night of her tour tomorrow night!! <3

masterlist

"am i just destined to be alone forever?"

another friday night in the hole in the wall bar outside of town. another date gone horribly wrong. your question hangs heavy in the air as you gossip to your best friend who's bartending tonight.

"you keep picking douche bags." she answers without missing a beat.

"well, that's fuckin' rude." you slur slightly, sipping on your third fruity drink tonight.

"well, it's fuckin' true." she smiles, looking over your shoulder at a group of men that walked in. "why don't you go talk to one of them? they look hot."

you spin around in your stool to see a group of lumberjack workers. these were the men that you worked with, you can't flirt with them.

"i work with those guys!" you hiss.

"sooo...?" she smirks.

both of you quickly end the conversation with the five guys approach the bar. the last thing you needed was for these guys to see the desperate and pathetic look on your face. quickly, you rummage through your purse for some cash to put down.

"what are you doing here, doll face?" a familiar voice asks.

you look up and see the most handsome of the men, in front of you; logan. twice your size, buff, toned, tan... god, you had such a crush on him. never in a million years would you go after him though, he's too good to want a girl like you. you were just a friend. he make small talk with you, laughed at your jokes, calls you little nicknames, and refills the coffee pot for you but thats what friends do, right?

"oh... um, i'm just-"

"she's been sitting here moaning and bitching to me all night about her horrible date." your best friend smiles then introduces herself to logan with a handshake.

"thanks asshole." you mumble under your breath at her, making logan chuckle.

"tough night?" he asks, looking down at you in a way that makes heat rises up your face.

"kinda, but i'll save you all the gory details." you admit, sliding off the tall stool a little ungracefully. "have a good night, logan."

"wait, doll face." he says, grabbing your arm to balance you. "wanna talk about it? i'm sure your friend here is busy."

the alcohol let him take you to one of the booths. all the other men noticed logan and you sitting together, definitely making mental notes to tease you both on monday.

"so, what's on your mind?" logan asks, taking a swig of his beer.

"it's nothing really..." your mouth says one thing but your phone says another; practically buzzing off the table.

"you sure?" he raises a brow.

"uh... yeah?" you sound confused as you peak at the notification. an annoyed groan falls from your lips as you slam the phone back down and sink into the booth. "why? why? why?"

"why what?" he squints.

"be honest, do i have dumbass written on my forehead?" you sigh, hazily looking over at logan. the question threw him off guard; unsure if you're joking or not.

"no." he answers.

" well, i sure feel like one. every guy i've gone out with is either the most obnoxious asshole i've ever met who's still hung up on his ex or he's absolutely perfect but he's just not ready for a commitment right now? what the fuck does that even mean?"

all of your drunk rambling surprised logan. at work, he's only seen your shy personality as you scribble down numbers and log them into spreadsheets. this was a completely different side of you.

"i know what you're thinking, 'why not just try dating a woman?'. well, i fucking would if this town wasn't stuck in the 50's, except the men aren't going to war in order to get away from you, instead they just run back in between their ex's thighs and pull that 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit."

it was getting harder for logan not to crack at your silly yet, adorable expressions as you rant.

"and the worst part is that they can't even get a woman to orgasm." you say a little quieter. logan stores that quote in his pocket for another time. "a few weeks ago, i literally had a man in my bed who didn't know the difference between their, there, and they're! i don't know who's stupider, him for not knowing or me for letting him give me the worst head in my life."

if you were even a little sober, this would be mortifying. sitting in front of your work crush and spilling pathetic details of your love life to him. if you were even a little sober, you would have notice his eyes turn dark and lustful under the dim bar lighting. logan couldn’t fathom that you were having trouble in your love life.

"sounds like it's slim pickins out there."

"you have no idea." you sigh.

"if it makes you feel any better, i don't think that you're stupid."

"you're just saying that to be polite. trust me, everyone thinks i'm an idiot for taking these guys back every time. im just like my mom, my sisters, my friends, and every other girl i know. we make up excuses for their shitty behavior because we are afraid to be alone."

logan could see tears forming in your waterline, about to roll down your cheek. it hurt him to see you so heartbroken over these losers. everyday at work, you came in like a ray of fucking sunshine. you didn't deserve to be treated like this.

"it's not your fault that those asshole don't know how to treat a woman." he sighs, leaning forward in an attempt to comfort you.

"i know, i know..." your voice was cracking and you didn't want logan to see you so vulnerable. suddenly, you rise from the booth. "thanks for listening, logan."

"where do you think you're going, doll face?" he asks, following you out the door.

"should head home." you mumble, pulling up the number of a car service about twenty minutes out.

"let me give you a ride home." he offers. "you've been drinking too much."

it's late, you're exhausted and heartbroken so, you let him help you into his truck. it's kinda old but full of character, like logan.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" logan asks, breaking the silence in the car. "still sad?"

you shrug. "think i'm just going to become a nun."

he tried, he really did, but he had to laugh.

"sweetheart, there's no need to become a nun."

"well, i'm never going to find the man i'm looking for so, might as well join the sisterhood."

"what are you looking for in this dream man?"

logan's question has your eyes wondering over to where his left hand sets on the wheel and his right on thigh. the images of what his hands could do flood your fuzzy mind.

"j-just a good guy who's um, who's kind, jacked... respectful, good with his hands...."

it was shameless, your staring that is. logan worried you might get drool on the car seat, not that he would mind.

"hm... those seem like simple requirements there."

"apparently not." you giggle. "it's fine, though. i'm sure the nuns will be friendly."

"still thinking about joining the 'sisterhood'?" he asks, pulling up to your drive way.

"maybe... i'll give it twenty-four hours and if he doesn't come knocking on my door, i'll just buy a chasity belt and go off the grid with the nuns." your smile warmed his cold bitter heart. "thanks for the ride, lo. i'll see you monday."

as logan watches you fumble with your keys and make your way inside, he fights an internal battle over his feelings. he has had a crush on you since the day the two of you first met. by the end of the week, you had baked him some cupcakes, babbling about how you do this for all the new employees, which was far from the truth he later learned.

you captured his heart. even when he tried to burry his feelings for you, when logan looked at you, his world stood still for a moment. he looked forward to all your silly jokes in the break room or the ridiculous gossip you would tell him when he lingered outside of your office door. he couldn't let you slip away into the arms of another asshole who didn't deserve you.

before logan could comprehend what he was doing, his feet lead him up to your door, knocking twice. the wooden door opened and he knew he made the right decision.

there you were in your light blue and grey plaid pajamas with a cupcake in your hand and vanilla frosting on your bottom lip. logan had never seen you look prettier.

"hey? did i leave something in the–"

in the blink of an eye, logan’s hands reach up to caress your jaw, leaning in until his mouth engulfs yours. the taste of vanilla and alcohol surrounded both of you. forgetting the cupcake in your hand, dropping it to reach up and pull logan closer. kissing him was like drinking a glass of wine after a long day. no more stress or anxiety over anyone else’s bullshit. the two of you gasp against each others lips, catching your breath.

“i could be the good guy, you know?” logan pants, now forever addicted to your taste. “i could be the good guy for you.”

your heart fluttered as you stared up at his pretty hazel eyes, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. this had to be a very realistic dream, thats the only answer to this.

“you would do that for me, logan?” your delicate voice could bring him to his knees, worshiping the ground you walk on.

“i would do anything for you, honey.” he whispers, leaning back in to kiss you again. maybe your dream guy wasn't as far away as you thought?

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

baddie!Reader ft Nanami

A/N: Depicted a few different body types in this one. Reaching out to all my faboulously-shaped curvy girls.

baddie!Reader that happens to stumble upon our resident Daddy inna local bread shop you thought to try out on the way home from a fun lil spa day. Clumsily colliding with Nanami after you recite your order and carelessly spin on your heel while taking a selfie. The piercing gaze as he looks down his sharp, straight nose at you has your coochie immediately screaming for a trip to pound 🍆 town 🍑 with extra turbulence ✈️ thank you very much.

baddie!Reader is so ready to slut Nanami's fine ass out within moments of meeting. Chiseled jaw. ✔️ Big hands. ✔️ Strong physique. ✔️ A nice fat bulge pressing against you gently as he holds you steady. ✔️✔️ You lick your glossy, lined lips and contemplate what position you're gonna fuck him in first, before even gettin this mans name chile!, when apologies stumble outta his pretty mouth. "Im so sorry. Please forgive me miss." Anxious eyes swiftly glancing at the outline of your nipple piercings.

Oh yeah.. Looks like you already have this handsome new stranger wrapped around your pinky.

baddie!Reader plays up the innocent coy act when Nanami offers to buy you a drink for his transgressions, batting your lashes and talking all sweet so he lowers his guard. "So Mr. Kento.. There a Mrs. Kento waiting for you at home?" Biting your lip and dragging a finger down the tendons on his big ass hand. "N-no, ma'am, not married. No one else. Just me.." You giggle at his nervousness, flicking wavy bundles over your shoulder. "Good to know, handsome." Need I say you don't leave the cute lil shop till you get his landline and cell.

baddie!Reader waits a week before finally gracing Nanami with a call. He's in a state of euphoria, thinking you'd forgotten about your lil exchange. "I could never forget you, Mr. Kento." "Please, Nanami is fine." More of a plea to you really, seeing as everytime you call him that his dick swells till it threatens to burst through it's confines. "So, Nanami. Besides missin me, any plans today?" He chuckles at that. "None actually. It's my day off. Have a friend thats needs a favor later. Nothing else. You?" You guys chat till your phone dies, to which he simply finds and hits you up on your socials, continuing your carefree conversation effortlessly. And even when you tell him you gotta go he stalks your socials, drooling over every single photo youve post. Doesn't even realize he's groping his chub, gawking at a string of lewd roleplay pic.

"Fuck me, babydoll, you're so fuckin gorgeous." Nanami huffs, pulling his cock outta his snug grey sweats. Unable to jerk it more than once before he's cummin like a hydrant allover his home office's desk, his nut spraying up your pretty face on his computer screen.

baddie!Reader that has a 6 sense of things and surprises Nanami with the perfect anecdote: a video call, late the same evening, teasing him in your sheer lil onepiece.

Embedding the notion that you've been thinking about him non stop dizzying his brain. "Couldn't sleep right now, you're all I can think about handsome." "Really? About- urm.. What about me?" The sexy tilt of your head as you chuckle makes Nanami wanna lick a path down your goddess like frame, taste every inch of your supple brown skin. "Can show you better than I can tell you, Nami." Cute lil nickname falling from your lips effortlessy, compelling Nanami to squeeze at the base of his cock through his pants with a grunt, really hoping not to nut a minute into this intriguing call.

baddie!Reader feels empowered witnessing a calm, stoic Nanami Kento lose his shit. All it took was a bit of peer pressuring, a simple exchange of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Now your kneeling at the edge of your bed, ass in the air as you ride slick fingers; laptop on the desk behind you, your new friend desperately pressed to the screen as he stares at the cream dripping from your slit to your wrist. "Wow.. You're so.. Wet. Never see one drip like that, honey. Hnnh.. Wish I was there with you, darling. Wanna make you cum for me so bad." Nanami's tortured groans join your noisy cunt, your empty insides fluttering to the wet sound of him fucking his fist. Fuck! Shameful you couldn't see him: his pinched expression, flushed cheeks, blonde bangs dusting his sweaty forehead, fat dick salivating, beating against his sticky palm as he begs you to let him see you cum.

baddie!Reader isn't satisfied from fucking your own fingers. Really puts on a show when you grab your heavy duty clit sucker. At first Nanami thinks he might prefer watching the prettiest chocolate pussy he's eva seen swallow up your dainty lil fingers over and over. That is, till you get your toy in place and all hell breaks lose! You're squealing and thrashing, moaning like his personal whore while squeezing a handful of your tit, repeatedly bucking your throbby clit into the intense suction. "Oh fuck- ohhhshit! Not gonna last, too fuckin close already, baby. Wanna see me cum, Nami? Hm? Use your words, handsome." You love how deranged he's become when obeying. "Yesyesyes! Show me how you do it. Spread those lips honey, wanna see it all." His bold ask is shocking. Gets you that much closer, so you spread your glossy fat lips and cream allover your pretty comforter, chanting Nanami's name like it's a fucking lifeline. You cum so hard you're just barely able to turn your head in time to see him stumble back from the force of his nut, eyes glued between your shaky brown thighs, thick cum spraying outta his swollen cock like a hose, the force of the pearly streaks of white blurring his expensive ass camera.

baddie!Reader sleeps like a baby after finding out you're the only bitch that's been made Nanami nut inna year. Wake up to tons of flowers and gifts on your doorstep, not even sure how he got your address, let alone delivered the costly mass before the sun rose. Oh well. You shrug, lugging your presents inside and reading the attached note. Roses are red, violets are blue, I enjoyed last night, how about you? Date at 8? Meet me at my place: [address] -Your Nami. Oh fuck yes! You like this daring side to the gentle man you met at the shop. Your quick to grab the closest jewelry boxes, kicking your feet while slipping on the thick diamond chains and watch, sending a quick text to your generous donor.

Thanks for the gifts, Big Daddy. Love em! Can't wait till 8. See you then. 🫦👅🍆 xoxox, y/n.

baddie!Reader shows up fashionably late at 8:10, smelling like Chanel and looking like money.

Nanami's brain short circuits soon as he opens his front door. He busted 2 fat ass nuts before you arrived yet here his is, bricked up in his black slacks within a nanosecond, silent tense ogling making you chuckle and sidestep him to enter his spot, gently tracing an acrylic across his buff pecs. "Gonna eye fuck me all night, or show me around Nami?" Soft teasing tone reminds him of the previous evening and he has to try counting all the curses he's killed to not nut untouched to your seductive charm. "Course, sweetheart. Look too damn pretty is all. That way, to the left." Nanami points, trying his best not to stare at the jiggle of your plump backside.

baddie!Reader thinks it's a real accomplishment that your actually able to put a muzzle on your greedy pussy, finishing the tour and dinner without try to suck Nanami's dick through his dress pants. It's so hard to ignore how Nanami oozines sex appeal and doesn't even know it! Kicked back on the sofa manspread, white button up rolled to his elbows, strong arms resting wide along the back of the sofa. You musta pressed your thighs together at least a hundred times, searching for the smallest bit of relief as he weaves an interesting intimate tale of who he is, though remaining somewhat vague about his work life. Then he's diving into you as much as possible before your suddenly in his lap, silencing his chatter with plush lips on his, swallowing his surprised grunt. "C'mon big Daddy, preciate your manners but I'm so fuckin empty inside. Lemme sit on it?" Nanami's deer in the headlights look as you massage his half-hard cock is a little less amusing this go around so your impatiently on your feet unbuckling Nanami's pants and yanking them to his ankles. "No underw- oh.. Fuuuck.. Really are Big Daddy, huh? Think you're gonna stretch me out sooo good. Ready to get your dick wet, Nami?"

baddie!Reader most definitely bit off more than you can chew messin with this man! He fucks you like a demon, making you embarrass yourself by bussin on his wide mushroom tip the 3rd stroke in. Now he's standing in front of the couch, forcing you to bend and grab your ankles; gripping your tiny lil dress thats pulled up to your neck, yanking you back on his thick dick, completely unremorseful how he digs into you. His tip knocks into your spongey depths and steals your breath. You wanna stop squealing, but it feels like he's in your fuckin throat. "Na-na-miiiii, uhn, pleease, baby! S-slow down, gonna break meee!" But Nanami's lost his composure completely, growling in agreement, eyes crazed with the pressure compressing his girth. "No, y/n, nuh uh. No man could do that. Pussy's way too damn good.. You don't know what you're askin of me, sweetheart." It's a luxurious squeeze he couldn't dream up of if he tried, guts brewing with the sweetest nut he's eva felt. He's so selfish in this moment, reaching to pull you inna mean arch by your dark soft bundles, speeding the clash of his powerful hips against your round ass. You're reaching back, holding at Nanami's wrist, pleas babbling into nonsense as his length swiftly pounds inside, beats your syrupy lil pussy up till your eyes cross. "Shitshitshit! Haaah.. H-honey? You on birth control? Mm? .. ahhh-! Y/n, darling! Please tell me I can't knock this good ass pussy up.. Cause I'm gonna cum." Unaware that you're zoning out; legs numbing, tongue wagging, the grip on your fit and hair the only support keeping you upright. "Y/n, babydoll.. Need you to answer- FUUUCK!" You're spontaneous orgasm has him jackhammering your poor lil pussy a dozen more times before convulsing, jabbing in once more, grinding a fat load so fuckin far inside you. Prolongs your bliss seeking his own, abandoning your dress to wrap around your tummy and pull you close. "'M so sorry, darling.. Don't know what came over me. You okay?" He murmurs at your ear, still pumping you full, smiling triumphant when you hum at him uselessly, head lolled back on his shoulder. "Heh.. Fucked you up good, didn't I?" You don't even hear his taunts, fat dick penetrating you so deep you think cums gonna spill out ya ears.

baddie!Reader that breaks Nanami's heart by not spending the night after the way he molded your coochie to his cock. But chu a bad ass bitch that leaves em wantin and much as you like Nanami, that shit ain't gone change. He still blows you up by the time you get home and your pussy pulses sore soon as you text and he asks when he can see you again. You tell him you're free next week to which he promptly freaks the fuck out and calls you. "Just kidding, Big Daddy, damn.. Got a few errands to run in the morning but you can come over after." Nanami's got no shame in thankin you profusely, promising to get you a copy of his black card tomorrow if you let him swing by in the morning instead. His filthy ass even has the nerve send one last text when y'all finally hang up:

NomNom: Should've spent more time on those pretty tits 2nite. Send me sumthng to say gn, sweety.

You: Yes, Nami. 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

You: [y/n has sent a photo]

A/N2: Should we part 2 it?? 🤔

[slowdrawl]

| Everybody Loves Contractors | AU NO OUTBREAK| JoelMiller X f!reader |

| 2/? | | Fragile | ~3.6k words | 18+ minors dni |masterlist|

She’s got a fixer-upper, trauma, and an attitude problem. Joel’s got calloused hands, a tool belt, and a soft spot for crazy. This is going to go great. "You’re nothing but a client. A mess of one at that. Some unhinged girl who moved to Texas on a whim, running away from god-knows-what, sending him cringeworthy late-night texts. And he’s just the man you hired to rip the walls open. He might even be married. You never checked for a ring." |a/n| I love them already, I hope you do too. home depot next!

| Warnings | Explicit language, sexual tension, mutual pining, age gap, a little angst, mentions of DV/Stalking mentions of PTSD, mentions of death, Joel being Joel, etc. Please read responsibly.

You wake up to a bird screaming outside your window and a throbbing in your head. You barely even drank. Maybe had three beers max, but you've spent the last two weeks struggling to acclimate to the hellscape that is Texas. 

The humidity in Austin is no joke, and you’ve been seriously underestimating how much sweat one person is capable of producing.

Back home in Washington, summers were a lot drier. You’re not used to the constant layer of sweat that covers your body, it’s like you could drink a gallon of water in an hour and not even pee. 

You groan and reach your arm over to the bedside table, searching blindly for your water bottle, refusing to open your eyes yet. 

But then the regret hits you, jolting into your brain like hot electricity. Spiky, immediate. 

You snap your eyes open, then squeeze them shut again, like if you cringe hard enough, you could will those text messages you sent last night out of existence. You drink half the bottle of water, it’s lukewarm and has some flavour you’re still not quite used to. Water in the south fuckin’ sucks apparently, you never thought you would be one of those people. You grab your phone to add ‘Brita filter’ to your shopping list, but stop before you get there. 

One unread text message from him.. 

(7:42 AM) 

Joel Miller: mornin’ psycho. 

Your face heats up instantly. He texted you first… technically. He called you psycho. You should really be insulted, but your dopamine-deprived brain decided to interpret it as affection instead.

(8:07 AM)

You: goodmorning contractor. how kind of you to acknowledge my existence after I sent you drunk and kinda mean texts last night.

You wait for a response, it’s agonizing. 

The phone buzzes on your chest. 

(8:12 AM) 

Joel Miller: figured ignoring you would be rude. manners and all. Huh. Okay. A little colder than you expected. You reread it, trying to decide if he’s annoyed or just…being himself.

(8:07 AM)

You: I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had ghosted me.

(8:08 AM)

Joel Miller: I wouldn’t do that Your heart rate picks up. (8:08 AM)

Joel Miller: can’t anyways, you still gotta sign the contract Ouch. Of course, this is business. Duh.

(8:09 AM)

You: ah! yes! Capitalism!! the true foundation of our new friendship. Almost forgot.

You: can we talk about that? wanna know how soon I’m going to be bankrupt, might need to go get a pedicure and snap a few photos of my toes for craigslist.

(8:11 AM)

Joel Miller: you good for a phone call around 10?

You hesitate.

(8:11 AM)

You: yeah, thats perfect. Thanks

No emoji. No more sarcasm. Strictly business. You put the phone down gently and stare up at the ceiling tiles for a while. He didn’t flirt. Didn’t call you darlin’ or throw in a wink like he did last night. He was polite. Blunt. All contract, no fun. And why wouldn’t he be? He doesn’t even know you.You’re nothing but a client. A mess of one at that. Some unhinged girl who moved to Texas on a whim, running away from god-knows-what, sending him cringeworthy late-night texts. And he’s just the man you hired to rip the walls open. He might even be married. You never checked for a ring. Oh my god, you never even checked for a ring. You fucking’ idiot. You’re fantasizing about being a homewrecker.You sit for a while, picking at hangnails, pulling half the stitching out of the hem of your t-shirt, letting your mind chew on it all for a while. You really should stop reading so deeply into things. Just because someone is kind…in a brooding way, or doesn’t ignore you, doesn’t mean they want anything from you. Not really. Not always. At 10:03, your phone buzzes. You’re lying down, flat on your back on the couch in the faux-living room of the Airbnb. You stare at the ceiling fan like you’re about to be sentenced by the royal court. You answer the phone on the third ring. “Hey,” You say, normal. “You sound alive,” Joel says, voice low and rough. “That’s debatable. But yeah. Morning.” You mumble, trying to sound like you don’t care he called. “I’m prepared to hear the details of my financial ruin.”

He chuckles, low and brief, like maybe—just maybe that was funny. “You asked for it, kid.”

You sit up right and swing your legs over the side of the couch. “Alright, alright, true. Tell me about it then.”

“Sent the paperwork over to the office,” he says. “Should have it back by Monday, early. I’ll walk you through it if you’ve got questions.” What if he talked me through it instead? Ha Ha…Ha “Okay. Cool. Thanks.” “You’ll need a 20% deposit before we start. End of next week alright?” You choke. He notices. 

“Still with me?”

“Yup… yeah. Just thinking about you draining my savings account…kinda hot.” You let out an almost believable laugh. “Okay, sign papers, 20% by the end of next week. I can do that.” 

Joel's voice softens a bit. “You sure?” 

“This is what I want,” you say quickly. “I’ll figure it out.” He doesn’t respond right away, just stays quiet. You can hear some background movement—maybe he’s walking. Or he’s searching for an excuse to hang up on you.

“I’m thinking we can do Wednesday through Friday, ten to six, give or take, depending on deliveries. Unless that won’t work for you?” “No, that's fine.” You’re dissociating, “Alright. Mondays and Tuesdays, I’ve got other jobs. Keeps weekends open for both of us.”

“Oh my god, it’s like you’re giving me custody hours, I’m like the mid-week mom.”

“If you want weekends too, you gotta make me dinner,” he responds. 

Your face heats up, you go silent again.

You clear your throat, “So. Ten to six, Wednesday to Friday, weekends maybe, but only if there’s lasagna.”

“I’ll see you on Monday, then,” he says, voice even. “We’ll go from there.”

“Okay. Thanks, Joel. Appreciate it.”

Another second of silence, it feels full, your brain feels like mud. 

“Alright then,” he says. “Try to learn how to behave before Monday.”

You laugh, “I’m making no promises.” You’re grinning ear to ear despite yourself. The line clicks dead a second later. And you’re left sitting there, phone in hand, wondering what you’re doing, and why the fuck you liked that so much. When you toss the phone down, the reality of the situation really settles into your bones. You’re really fucking doing this. Hell, you’re already most of the way through it. You left. You packed your whole life into your Civic and drove two thousand miles, from Bellevue to Austin. Alone. You left him there. Said absolutely nothing about it, couldn’t. Not legally, at least. Instructed everyone who knew the two of you to never tell him where you went. You chose peace. You chose yourself. And somehow, that still feels radical? Like it was an act of defiance instead of survival. You didn’t even cry until Oregon. Didn’t let yourself fully believe you were even actually free until you passed the Idaho border and realized nobody was following behind you. You’d been with him since high school. That kind of history doesn’t go away easy. He hurt you slowly, taking parts of you away month by month, year by year, until you were a shell of who you once were. He broke things inside of you that still rattle around sometimes when you’re not paying enough attention. His hands left burn marks that you’re worried will never truly fade. You sit there for a long moment, letting the silence press in on you. The Airbnb is too clean, sterile, too…impersonal. Like it's holding space for a version of you that hasn’t quite arrived yet. Eventually, you get up. You cross the room to the only thing that really matters to you right now. The box. It’s battered. Duct-taped around the edges. “KEEP SAFE” scrawled across every side of it in big, Sharpie letters like that would somehow protect it from fire, flooding, or the unrelenting hands of grief. It’s slightly smudged from rain, maybe tears, who knows. It’s the only box that’s never made it into a U-HAUL. You kept it tucked in the passenger seat on your way to Texas. Buckled in, riding shotgun the entire drive from Washington. You brought it in to sleep next to you in every motel. Just in case. Just in case he found you. Just in case the house burned down. Just in case the last pieces of you disappeared, slipping through your hands like sand before you could properly hold them again. You carry it over to the bed and pull the top open, hands maybe a little too careful. In it, his watch that hasn't worked since you were 12, his favorite ball cap that somehow still smells like him after all these years if you press it to your nose. And a photo. You and your dad from a birthday party a lifetime ago, you’re wearing a polka-dotted paper hat, blowing out 9 candles. He’s staring at little you like you’re the only thing that existed in his world. Even though it's a still photo, you can almost see his eyes twinkling. 

He’s wearing a hat with The Lion King logo embroidered in it, black with an orange bill, and one of his classic denim button-downs. You smile down at the photo, then your lips start to tremble when you think too hard about whose smile you're really wearing. He probably would have hated the heat here, he certainly would have had something to say about the humidity. Woulda cursed the mosquitoes, the grasshoppers, the very concept of Texas apart from the barbeque. But, he would have still come to visit… because he would’ve understood. 

He always understood. The only reason you could afford the move, the house, was because of him. Two months after you lost everything else, his life insurance check showed up. You never even wanted to cash it. Because it felt like if you did it would solidify it, he would really be gone. But eventually you did. Then you bought the most broken thing you could afford, hoping maybe it would be strong enough to hold the weight of starting over like this. “I’m gonna fix it,” you whisper to the box, voice small. “I swear, I will.” You fold the flaps of the box in on themselves and carry it out the door of the Airbnb with you, like maybe bringing it to the house is step one in bringing yourself back, as well. The air is already warm, the sun is still climbing into place in the sky, and cicadas are going feral in the trees. The street hums with quiet suburbia, children playing, and truck tires. You hold the box to your chest as you climb into the front seat and drive. You keep one arm wrapped around it firmly as you turn the corner to your home. You don’t play music, you just let the silence wash over you this time. When you pull into the driveway and open the door, you don’t put it down right away. You just sit on the floor with it, sunlight pouring in through the broken blinds in the kitchen window, your knees pulled up to your chest. You breathe deep, letting it ground you, hoping that somehow your dad’s things will pour some strength into you, because god, you need it right now. You look around, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way your dad might have reacted to the house. He’d probably shake his head. Probably mutter something stupid like, “Jesus, kiddo, didn’t know the Blair Witch house was in Austin.” He’d probably tell you that he didn’t raise you to be so damn impulsive. But secretly, he’d be proud. Because he’d know, he’d know that you had to go, had to start over. He wouldn’t have wanted you to dull yourself down. He’d hate knowing that you had become someone who kept shrinking herself to make someone else comfortable. And this house, for all its rot, imperfections, and ghosts, it’s yours. Your mess, your future. You tuck the box safely in the hall closet and head back to the car to grab more of your stuff. 

You spend the remainder of the afternoon cleaning the second bedroom, the only one that has windows that don’t stick in the tracks when you try to open and close them. It feels the least haunted, too. You vacuum and take your spot cleaner to a particularly ominous stain in the middle of the floor. It’s the color of rust, hopefully not blood. You wash the windows, wipe about an inch of dust off the ceiling fan blades, and fill a Swiffer duster with so many cobwebs it looks like cotton candy. Gross. By sunset, it finally looks like one of the after shots from an episode of Hoarders. Not perfect, but livable. You put a dehumidifier in the corner of the room and pulled out the air mattress you bought one year. Your ex decided that camping at The Gorge for a music festival would be a good idea. It wasn’t… You got heat stroke and threw up during Kid Cudi’s set. You blow it up and place it in the center of the room. When you flop yourself down on it, you hear a hiss, and you let out the world's heaviest sigh. Of course. ////

Joel was in the kitchen, reheating something from a takeout box that barely counted as dinner. He stood over the microwave, arms crossed, waiting for it to beep.

Sarah was perched on the arm of the couch behind him, legs folded, humming some song he didn’t recognize. Probably something from a playlist her roommate sent her. She didn’t look up until he passed by with his food and collapsed into the recliner with a quiet grunt.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

(7:42 PM)

Opengate Demo Girl: ten bucks says you’re gonna hate my ass by friday.

Joel didn’t answer right away.

He stared at the message, chewing slowly, unsure what to make of it—or her. She was already too much, even through a screen. But she was funny. Quick. There was something behind the sarcasm that kept tugging at him, even though he knew he shouldn’t let it.

He exhaled through his nose and replied.

(7:43 PM)

Joe Miller: by friday huh. do i get extra cash if I already do?

Her reply came fast, but it wasn’t a text.

It was a selfie.

She had one hand pressed to her chest like she’d just been mortally wounded, mouth open in mock betrayal. Hair messy. Eyes wide, dramatic, shining.

Joel huffed a quiet laugh before he could stop himself. Louder than he meant to.

Sarah’s head whipped around from the couch. “Who are you texting that has you laughing before noon?” she asked, eyebrow arched.

He didn’t look up. “Nobody,” he said, reaching for his fork again. “Just a dumb meme.”

“Mmm.” Sarah didn’t sound convinced. “You only figured out what a meme was last year. Don’t start acting like you’re fluent.”

Joel grunted, annoyed. His phone buzzed again.

He ignored it.

Sarah, of course, refused.

“What kinda meme makes you blush like that?”

“I’m not—” he started, cutting himself off before the sentence could hang him. He set his phone down, face-first on the coffee table. Kept eating like it would somehow defuse the conversation.

She was still watching him.

He picked it back up eventually. Couldn’t help it.

(7:47 PM)

Opengate Demo Girl: glad you’re pretending to be my best friend after a whole 24 hours. ur commitment to the bit is admirable. i’m moved.

He smirked. Barely. Typed out a response without thinking.

(7:48 PM) Joel Miller: charity work’s good karma. gotta get into heaven somehow.

Joel didn’t hear Sarah get off the couch until she was behind him, reading over his shoulder.

“Oh, so you’re going to heaven now?” she snorted.

He locked the screen and looked up at her, deadpan. “Gotta aim high.”

Sarah didn’t laugh. She crossed her arms instead, squinting at him like a bloodhound.

“Who’s Opengate Girl?”

He sighed. “It’s the address. New client.”

She made a face. “You saved her under the street name? Ew. That’s so sterile. You couldn’t even put her actual name?”

Joel shook his head. “Helps me keep track. You know how many houses I’ve walked through this month?”

Sarah was still watching him like he’d just confessed to a federal crime. “Okay but why are you smiling at your phone like that? Are you flirting with a client?”

“I’m not flirting,” he muttered.

“Right. Sure. And I’m not currently watching you act like a teenager.”

“Jesus, kid.”

“You’re blushing, dude.”

“Shut it,.”

“You are.”

He pointed at her with his fork. “Go do your homework.”

She rolled her eyes and backed away, still grinning. “Flirt responsibly, old man.”

Joel muttered something under his breath and went back to his food, trying to pretend none of that happened.

He didn’t open his phone again for a while.

Instead, he asked about her classes. TikTok. What she was watching. Tried to be normal.

Tried not to picture the shape of that girl’s mouth in the photo.

And mostly… he failed. ////

Meanwhile, your hands are full. You kick the front door of the Airbnb closed and make it most of the way to the kitchen before one of the paper grocery bags explodes. You almost break an ankle tripping over a can of soup and curse out the ghost of Campbell’s under your breath.

You throw the perishables into the fridge and glance at the clock. 7 PM.

Check-out for the rental is at 11 AM tomorrow. Thankfully, you’re mostly packed. You never really unpacked anyway—you’ve been living out of a suitcase since you left home three weeks ago. At least this place had a washing machine. You’re already critically low on clean underwear, and hand-washing wasn’t on your bingo card.

When you’re finished stacking your remaining belongings next to the door, you head back into the kitchen. It would be criminal to waste your last night with a fully functional kitchen on Top Ramen or mac and cheese straight out of the pot, so you don’t.

You stare into the fridge for inspiration. Reach into the crisper drawer and pull out whatever isn’t fully wilted or growing a second skin.

Stir-fry it is.

Something simple. Something comforting. You throw on a playlist and grab a cutting board from the cupboard, chopping carrots and peppers while singing No Scrubs at full volume, utterly disregarding the fact that this is a duplex. You cook the chicken that was dated for yesterday because it still smells…fine. You’re pretty sure you’re immune to food poisoning, courtesy of growing up on your dad’s questionable "experiments" in the kitchen. Stomach of steel. It's practically a superpower.

You miraculously don’t burn the rice. You eat dinner on the couch, scrolling through your phone, feeling— Not settled. But maybe… okay.

When you finish eating, you wipe down the counters. You let yourself stare out the kitchen window for a second, It's dark now. The only thing illuminating the yard is the moon; it's peaceful. You contemplate going to bed early, calling it a win, you’re exhausted anyway. But nope. You’re a dumbass with a maybe-kinda crush and too much flour. Plus, you already bought a bag of chocolate chips at Kroeger. Who gives a shit if it’s 77 degrees outside, you’re baking cookies. You throw together a batch, your grandma's recipe that you know by heart. You’re doing this half out of spite, half out of some unspoken womanly urge to nurture the world. But mostly you’re doing it for yourself, and maybe a grown man whose astrology sign you don't even know yet. I bet he's a Scorpio… Scorpios are always brooding. You hum to yourself as you fold in the chocolate, and by the time you’re putting them in the oven, you’re belting Bohemian Rhapsody using the spatula as an impromptu microphone. You burned the first batch, you were…distracted. Distracted googling ‘Can my contractor sue me for emotional damages?’, it was a joke at first, but there are a surprising number of Reddit threads that cover this topic. The second batch of cookies is perfectly golden. You let them sit by the open kitchen window to cool like you’re some housewife in a fairytale that’s bound to end with a wild animal eating your firstborn. You sit cross-legged on the couch, Sharpie and notebook in hand. HOME DEPOT: Hammer (not pink) Lightbulbs LED Paint Extension cord (the ugly orange kind) Coffee maker (duh) Snacks Duct tape (you can never have enough) The will to live You stare at the list for a hot minute, chewing the end of the Sharpie like a feral animal. Maybe you should buy a taser. Or a whole new personality. Or coveralls. Oh my god, what if he wears coveralls… I’m going to be sick. You flop backward onto the couch with a full-body groan, one arm slung across your face, the other clutching your phone. You might not survive this summer. You’re going to sweat to death, trip over all of your boxes, maybe die alone in a haunted house with no aircon and a hot contractor who absolutely doesn’t think about you at all and might be married. You are unwell. You grab the notebook once more, scribbling ‘ant traps, more duct tape’. You giggle to yourself as you write ‘vibrator????’ in bubbly script. Before you head to bed, you check the locks, twice. Not because you’re worried. Just… muscle memory. He’s not here. But your body doesn’t believe that yet. ps. if you like this fic please tell me because your comments are what keeps me writing

[carbonfiction]

I AM a frank calling reader mama truther 🫡

need more domestic frankie plsssss (domestic but nasty ofc)

Yes my sweet anon!!! Yes!! I love finding more frank calling reader mama truthers, its SO domestic and SO him!! Its literal perfection!

Im also so pleased to say you've to sent this at the most perfect time bc its alllll I've been thinking about recently.. So here's a few little moments. I'd be completely open and enthusiastic to expanding on any of these moments also if you guys would like that- perhaps make it a lil series? lmk! <33

Warnings?: domestic frank!! Reader obviously refered to as mama, a lil spicy but nothing much this time round, mostly fluffy!

Frank loves calling his girl little terms of endearment- sweetheart, baby, doll, baby doll- i mean shit the list goes on to the end of time, hes old fashioned like that... but mama? Mama is just so special.

Its reserved especially for those domestic moments, always hushed and murmured low no matter where you are. The moment it hits your ears its like its just the two of you left in the world.

"Lookin so pretty today Mama.." rasped as he watches you potter around the bedroom in the morning light. Frank's bare back resting against the headboard, eyes locked on the way you pull different pieces of clothing onto your body to start the day. Always looking to him for his reactions as he sips his steaming coffee.

"Was thinkin.. You got any plans today mama? No? How bout we take a walk, head to that coffee place you like?" hummed with his lips pressed against your temple as you rest against him bleary eyed. Still warm and content from sleep on his chest, legs tangled up beneath the sheets. You nod, that did sound good.

"Nuh uh, pick that back up. Watever you want today Mama, spoilin my girl" when you go shopping and see something you like but refuse to buy for yourself. He's immediately holding onto it, pulling out his wallet from his pocket ready for the checkout. Complain all you like, he really doesnt mind. What id gorgeous girl wants, his gorgeous girl gets.

"Need any help in here mama? Smells fuckin incredible" rumbled from behind you on a stay at home date night. Franks large arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting heavy on your shoulder- tilted just slightly to plant soft kisses on your skin. His breath brushing your ear tickishly making you giggle. All while the pan sits already sizzling on the stove as you prepare vegetables.

And when things get a little spicy.. Well, thats franks favorite time to use it. The gorgeous press of you against him making it easy for the word to slip free.

"You gotta tell me.. Cmon mama, wanna hear what you want" as your straddling his lap, lips pressing against his in passionate sloppy make outs. Hips grinding slow and methodical against his jean clad buldge, hands roaming needily, not a inch of space between you.

"Yeah.. There you go mama, taking me so good. So gorgeous like this." said between a rough groan as he takes you from behind, your front pressed to he mattress, perfect ass in the air for him. The skirt of your new sundress flipped up your back, his large form draped over it as he steals the air from your lungs.

"Shhh.. I got you mama.. I got you." when you whimper from the onslaught of pleasure as his fingers strum at your clit. Cock bullying a home inside of your tight walls, wet and so fucking warm around him. On the precipice of an orgasm that makes your head feel fuzzy the closer you get.

"Sure it wasn't too much for you mama, aint sore anywhere? No, you sure? Good.. Glad you feel good" as you relish the come down, bodies sweaty and sticky. Still pressed against his chest though this time a little differently as he lies you back against him in the warm bath tub. Fingers softly soothing your favourite soaps and lotions across your skin.

Gahhhh i need domestic frank so bad you guys, i need to cook with him. I need to make out on the couch and oh my fucking goooood i need him to get me off

[cheolieji]

request: Seventeen's reaction to seeing their SO's boobs for the first time

I'm doing these by units

please tell me if you want shorter versions of just their reaction! ( i do enjoy making these scenario ones more tho hehe )

° don't be shy to request

|| hhu || vcu || pfu ||

i got a little more creative with vocal unit lol

Jeonghan: You were in a petty argument that YOU started when you suddenly flashed him, "Excuse me, I'm mad, and you're here popping a tit out? nice tits y/n, but nows not the time. " "Come onn that fight was petty anyway, im sorry, okay? now come here and gimme a kiss. " "finee" he said mischievously.... "But can i give you something else, too? " "Jeonghan!" You said slapping his arms."Ow! you started it"

Joshua: it was pouring outside you, and Joshua just arrived at the parking lot. "How are we gonna get out? " "Let's just wait until the rain slows down a little"— you looked at each other before he asked, "You wanna make a run for it? " "Hell yeah! ready? GO" You both ran for your life into the building before giggling your way up the elevator. now inside his house, you're standing at the door drenched. "im gonna go get a towel for you, okay? " You nodded, felling cold and uncomfortable from the wet clothes you decided to take it off. Joshua, coming back with the towel, "Oh babe, why would you take your clothes off? It's cold! here, wrap the towel around your body, " he acted like he didn't just see your full naked body "yeah thats why i took it off. it's cold— thank you, baby, for the towel. " "Yeah, go take a shower. I'll put the clothes in the washing machine" "Shua..." "Hmm?" "Join me?" he turned around a little shocked but gave you a little smile and nod following you anyway

Jihoon: you have been waiting in Jihoons studio for more than an hour now, for him to pay attention to you. "babyyy, pay attention to me, please, i am bored out of my mind." "Give me 30 more minutes, babe, is that okay?" "Fine, but pay me extra attention later, and buy me food." "Okay baby, go and lie down first. I'll be done in no time" — 15 minutes that felt like 15 hours passed. groaning and growing bored, you came up with a mischievous idea "hoon.." You tapped his shoulder, "yeah? what's up? " pulling his wheeled chair away from the table and sitting on his lap. he looked at you confused. "Would you pay more attention if i did this?" You say as you pull the fabric from your tanktop down to show him your perfect boobs. he picked you up with no struggle to the sofa. and you know what happened next....

Seokmin: he accidentally walked in on you, changing. now he just has Googly eyes looking at your gorgeous figure. "Babe? you okay? i think you're staring a little hard, " you say, giggling. "I'm sorry, babe, but i didn't know you could any get more perfect than you already were" ( this man was already obsessed with you, and now? he worships you, and he thinks you're godsent )

Seungkwan: "Seungkwan, I'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to drink your coffee. " "it's not called coffee. It's iced americano. at least learn the name before drinking it. " "Okay damn i said I'm sorry, come on, let's go to the cafe, it's my treat." "No, you've ruined my mood. Now i don't want it anymore. " "Will this help with bringing your mood up?" You showed him your boobs. he gave you a side eye, but you can see his little smile showing "come onnn Stop being mad." "Fine, but im having you for now, " he says as he starts kissing you ( man loves you with all his heart, but he just need his iced americano, and you have to respect that )

[adumbratrapedme]

Osamu Miya x reader | teen pregnancy. pt 1 the news.

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between osamu and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc.

teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

╭⋅OK! you guys havent been dating for long, perhaps just 5 months and the relationship was actually perfect except for the fact that Osamu wanted to keep it lowkey, not even his twin knew. ╭⋅Because i really love this headcanon that says that girls usually went to osamu just to get closer to atsumu or that everytime he liked someone atsumu would frlit with them and stuff like that ╭⋅ So thats why he wanted to keep it lowkey, what if his twin found out and started fliritng with you?? it kinda made u feel bad cuz it was like "he doesnt trust me enough?" but its okay, u understood at the end of the day tbh ╭⋅Anyways, Your first reaction? Pure panic. You went through the five stages of grief in your bedroom before finally accepting reality. ╭⋅ The thought of telling Osamu made your stomach churn. What if he freaked out? What if he left? But a small part of you knew he wasn’t that kind of person. ╭⋅The realization hit him in waves. ╭⋅The first wave was shock—like the world tilted off its axis. ╭⋅The second wave was fear—what would happen to you both? What would people say? How would this change everything? ╭⋅The third wave was responsibility—he wasn’t going to let you go through this alone. Not a chance.

Osamu never meant for things to get this complicated.

When you two first got together, it was supposed to be simple—lowkey, nothing flashy. Not because he was ashamed of you. Hell no. If anything, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him!!. But he knew his brother too well. Atsumu had this infuriating habit of developing crushes on girls Osamu liked, and Osamu wasn’t about to let that happen with you.

So, keeping it a secret had seemed like the safest option. Late-night calls, meeting up behind the gym, pretending to be just classmates in public. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked. At least, for a while.

Then Suna found out.

And of course, he had to be an asshole about it.

"You know, if you wanted to keep it a secret, maybe don’t stare at Y/N like they’re the last onigiri on earth every time they walk into the room," Suna had casually remarked one afternoon, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

Osamu froze mid-bite of his lunch. You nearly choked on your drink.

Suna finally glanced up, smirking.

"How long have ya known?" Osamu muttered, already bracing for the answer.

"Since the first time Y/N called you ‘Samu’ instead of 'Miya.'”

Busted!!!!!!!.

That was months ago. Back when the biggest problem was keeping things quiet.

Now? Now things were a whole lot messier...

The two lines on the pregnancy test made sure of that.

Your hands trembled as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the small plastic stick that had just turned your entire world upside down. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. It felt surreal, like you were watching a scene from someone else’s life.

How am I supposed to tell Osamu?

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, making you flinch. You snatched it up, your stomach twisting the moment you saw his name.

The hot twin (clearly he added himself like this): hey, wanna meet at the usual spot?

He had no idea.

You typed out a shaky yeah before grabbing your jacket, stuffing the test into your pocket, and heading out, perhaps this was the right moment, right?

Osamu was already waiting behind the gym, leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw you. That lazy half-smile—the one that always made your heart do stupid things—tugged at his lips.

But the second he got a good look at you, the smile faded.

His brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”

Your throat tightened. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. The words felt too heavy, too impossible to say out loud.

So instead, you reached into your pocket, pulled out the test, and held it out. It felt blunt to do it this way, but you figured it was better to get it over with now rather than later, if he was going to break your hearth maybe it should be now.

Osamu stared at it. Then at you. Then back at it. Then at you.

“…What’s this?” His voice was steady, but there was something else there. Something uncertain.

You forced yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

The kind that stretches for too long, making your chest ache.

Osamu blinked once, twice, then exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. “Shit.”

You nodded, because yeah.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His jaw tensed, his fingers flexed, his eyes flickered with a storm of emotions—shock, fear, something unreadable.

Then, before you could spiral any further, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms.

The breath you hadn’t realized you were holding escaped in a shaky exhale as you melted into him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, securely, like he was trying to hold everything together.

“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured against your hair. “I promise.”

Your eyes burned. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear that until now.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Panic still curled in your chest, making it hard to breathe, but then Osamu met your gaze—steady, unwavering. His hands stayed firm on your waist, grounding you, and for the first time since you saw those two pink lines, the chaos in your head quieted.

You weren’t alone in this.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a small, reassuring gesture. “I know it’s scary,” he admitted, voice low. “I’m scared too.”

Your heart clenched.

“But,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “ya trust me, right?”

You nodded before you even realized it.

A slow, lopsided grin tugged at his lips. “Then we’ll be okay.”

And somehow, despite the panic still lingering at the edges of your mind, you believed him.

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[jyeoulzhu]

calling after me

summary . two idiots in love who couldn't admit their feelings. everything was fine… until it wasn't. now, everyone's suffering from the awkward tension, and things only get worse when a certain someone starts making moves on y/n.

pairing . huh yunjin x male reader

warnings . swearings.. yeah thats all AND Y/N BEING A DUMB AHH

it all started with a stupid touch.

maybe it was the way yunjin would randomly ruffle y/n's hair, or how y/n would pull her in by the waist whenever they'd cross the street. their friends would always clown them for acting like a couple, but neither of them ever denied it. why would they? they were comfortable.

until it wasn’t so comfortable anymore.

one night, y/n was walking yunjin back to her dorm. it was their usual thing. they’d talk about dumb shit, laugh at inside jokes, and yunjin would randomly lean her head on y/n's shoulder, because “you're comfy, duh.”

but this time, when she did that, y/n's heart did some stupid flip. and the moment he realized it, he went stiff as hell.

"what's wrong?" yunjin asked, frowning.

"nothing," y/n lied.

except, it wasn’t nothing.

from that day on, the dynamic shifted. the hand-holding? gone. the playful head pats? disappeared. the lingering stares? well... those only got worse.

and everyone fucking noticed.

"dude, what the hell happened between you and yunjin?" keeho asked, while y/n was sulking over his lunch tray.

"nothing," y/n muttered.

"bro, you guys used to act like you were married. now you look like divorced parents who only talk for the sake of the kids," eric added, dead serious.

meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria, yunjin was going through her own mental breakdown.

"he’s literally avoiding me," yunjin groaned, stabbing her salad.

"he’s avoiding you because he’s in love with you, dumbass," chaewon deadpanned.

"no he’s not," yunjin argued.

"girl... the whole school thinks you're soulmates."

chaewon wasn’t even exaggerating. everyone around them was getting secondhand frustration from the whole situation.

"so what? i'm just supposed to waltz up to him and confess?" yunjin huffed.

"yes, actually," kazuha chimed in.

"do i look like i'm in a wattpad fic?"

"honestly... yeah."

weeks passed and the tension was eating everyone alive.

one random afternoon, y/n and yunjin found themselves stuck in the same group project. great.

"pass me the marker," yunjin said, eyes avoiding him.

"get it yourself," y/n replied coldly.

chaewon, kazuha, keeho, and eric exchanged glances.

"bro, we're living in the aftermath of a situationship breakup that never even happened," keeho whispered.

and then... karina happened.

she wasn’t supposed to be in the picture. but she was.

perfect. pretty. and very much into y/n.

she started popping up more often, subtly sliding into conversations, laughing at y/n's jokes, and casually touching his arm.

it was driving yunjin insane.

"who the fuck does she think she is?" yunjin muttered as she aggressively scrolled through karina's instagram.

"someone who’s about to steal your man if you don’t do something," chaewon replied, not even looking up from her phone.

"he’s not my man."

"that’s the problem, dumbass."

then came the party.

karina was on demon time.

"y/n, can you help me with my drink? i can't reach," she pouted, despite the fact that the counter was literally right in front of her.

y/n awkwardly handed her the cup.

"you're so sweet. no wonder girls are all over you," karina giggled, lightly tracing her fingers along y/n's arm.

meanwhile, across the room, yunjin was gripping her cup so hard it was about to crack.

"bro, she's basically throwing herself at him," chaewon whispered.

"i'm gonna lose my fucking mind," yunjin hissed.

"y/n, do you wanna dance?" karina asked, batting her lashes.

"uh... i’m good," y/n replied, scanning the room for an escape.

"c'mon~ just one song," karina insisted, pulling him by the hand.

"yo, what the fuck am i watching right now?" keeho whispered to eric.

"this is character development for yunjin. she's about to snap," eric whispered back.

meanwhile, yunjin chugged her drink, slammed the cup down, and stormed toward y/n and karina.

"y/n," yunjin called out, her eyes burning holes through karina's skull.

"y-yeah?"

"we need to talk. now."

karina blinked. "wait, what?"

"girl, back off," yunjin deadpanned, dragging y/n away.

"what the hell was that?" y/n asked as yunjin dragged him to the empty balcony.

"i should be asking you that! what are you doing letting her all over you like that?" yunjin snapped.

"what do you care?" y/n shot back.

"because i... i care about you, dumbass!"

silence.

"wait, what?" y/n blinked.

"you heard me," yunjin mumbled, looking away.

"yunjin, i—"

"just... say something, idiot."

without thinking, y/n stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "can i kiss you?"

yunjin’s breath hitched. "about fucking time."

and just like that, the tension that had been suffocating them for weeks melted away as y/n crashed his lips onto hers.

[grrrrrarro]

Hii! I’d love to see some slasher possessive tendencies (nothing dramatic, just small things that show how obsessed they are with their s/o). And I’d love to see Brahms included please and thank you! 👀💕

Ello! Most of slashers are incredibly possessive😭 good luck with that.

Gender neutral s/o!

Slashers being obsessive and possessive of their s/o

Brahms

Physical touch. His hands are always on them. ESPECIALLY around when yall are around other people. Others have to know that they are together!!!

Goes with s/o EVERYTHERE. They must go to shop with them! Wanna go outside and walk in peace and silence in garden? Uhh nah he wanna go with you! Even if s/o asks nicley to leave tjem be he might spy on them :[

Will share everything with s/o! His clothes? Our clothes you mean! Please wear his shirts! Its also vice versa, s/o's jewellery and clothes are also his. They gonna catch him using their favourite cologne or wearing their jewellery!

Wants to hold hands 24/7, doesnt care if s/o sweats! He loves them too much~

Sometimes s/o can wake up and this guy will be glued to them! Im taking wrapped arms and legs around them and s/o can feel his chest moving up cuz its so close😭

Asa Emory

Bro is not letting them leave his warehouse. Yeah sweetie he loves you but you are just too too perfect for him to let you go :[

Bonds by watching animal documentaries about bugs btw

Picks clothes for s/o. He takes your style and preferences in his mind but usually forgets and just buys what would look good on you (at least what he finds cute)

Not very clingy

Lets them paint his nails if they are nice enough

EXTREMELY jelous. S/o mentioned that some guy smiled to them when they were buying groceries? He will get offended😭

The hush

8 years later and I still have no clue what his name was??? Let's call him John because people seem to call him that

John will keep his hand AND eyes on them. Hands on their legs, shoulder, or just holding their hand (thats rare, normal affection with this Goober? Nahh)

Constantly staring at them, looming around and looking what they lover is up to (up to no good surely)

Makes them play video games with him or watch them play

Checks their phone when they are asleep cuz he gotta know everything

Micheal Myers

👁👁

No touching, no verbal nor physical affecion

Dude will hit them with 👍 on daily basis

He seems like he doesnt care, like he has them around for no reason. But of God, this guy knows everything about them. He watches them daily. You can't find Micheal? Oh dont worry sweetie he is keeping you safe, just dont look thrue window :3

Extreme jelousy, s/o can bearly talk to people😭

Okay okay I lied with no touching, its just rare! Sometimes he rests his head on top of theirs or puts his hands on their shoulders or hips

If s/o makes something from him (like drawing, peace of jewellery. Hell, even if they gift him random rock or something) that dude if gonna wear it till the end of the world, even if it breaks off? He has pockets or tape. Even if s/o skill improved and they made better? The more the marrier, he wants all!

Billy Lenz

Gets jelous when s/o gives too much affection and love to their pet

Lays on top of them

Bites, licks, woofs? As a sign of affection and love

He wants the bite marks or Hickeys to be visable so s/o friends know that they are taken!

Not as extreme as Micheal or Asa. S/o could have 2week trip to Egypt and as far as he gets to call them whenever he wants, he is fine

I still remember one time that someone requested Billy Lenz fic, asking for 'sloppy toppy' and it was 4 am and I didnt know what it was so I googled it and I kinda laughed very loudly and my mom woke up and took my pc away for month :( I wrote the fic btw

Anyways, barks at people when he gets jelous

Some of their behaviours might sound toxic or are literal red flag, but POOKIE THOSE ARE MURDERS😭🙏😱 idk if I still got the skill to write, it was a wild 8month break

[kireilien]

can you do a love letter of dom euijoo or dom yuma? 😊

YAS OFC ANON i’ve written abt yuma many times so let’s pick euijoo!!!!! god i need him so bad thats literally my baby daddy i talk abt getting freaked by him sm times but i haven’t written a solo abt him……. im a bad baby momma MB GUYS

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!euijoo, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, established relationship, kissing, praise, body worship, unprotected sex, use of “bubba”

recently had someone call me bubba, you can not tell me juju wouldn’t call you bubba?! like even when he’s speaking in other languages he’s gonna call you bubba omg my heart is melting like 버바 ARGGHHHHHHH

“bubba c’mere,” he’d sigh, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sinks into your shoulder, inhaling your scent. “what’s gotten into you?” you giggle, suddenly shocked that juju is the one being all clingy with you when you’re the one who’s typically clingy.

he snickers, “oh, didn’t know boyfriends can’t be clingy.” you laugh at his words, “i didn’t say that actually.” he returns a similar laugh as he plants soft kisses on your exposed neck. kissing right behind your ear, all the way to your collarbone. he mumbles along your warm flesh, “hmm, can i fuck you, bubba? been needing you.”

“yeah, you can.”

which is where you ended up, cock so deep, moans muffled by euijoo’s sweet lips against yours. his tongue is slipping through the part of your lips once he bottoms himself out. “eui—joo!” you yelp once you feel his hands grip your ass and fuck you on his length, a bit rougher than he’d usually be. “yeah, bubba?” he breathlessly teases once he leaves your lips.

his dark yet glossy eyes are tracing your body, he’s so obsessed with what’s his, his brain goes blank and practically does what he wants. he smooths his hands all over you body as he fucks up into your leaky pussy— ignoring your whimpers, mostly whines of his name, not even telling him, but suggesting he should slow down. you know you like it— why are you even suggesting him to slow down? he’s perfect the way he’s fucking you right now.

“doin’ so well f’ me, bubba,” he grunts out as he feels himself coming closer to the edge. “body so pretty— makes me wanna fuck you harder—!” he jokes as your head falls in the crook of his neck, “ple—ase do, juju.” how was he to say no to his bubba? he fucks you so hard, so deep, you’re falling apart in his hands, which makes him bust then and there. it’s quicker than he wanted but, he slips out before he does and cums on the round of your ass.

your orgasm already followed suit, sad that you’re cumming not around him. euijoo noticed this and gives you a close embrace, “sorry, bubba. can’t have an accident, can we?” he mumbles in your ear, reeling from the orgasm. soothes his hand on the small of your back as you mumble back, “yeah…”

back 2 catalog

[zorosleftmantit101]

NSFW 18+ "Nudes? 🤲"

How straw hats would react to you asking for nudes and what type of photo they send?

NOTICE: I do not condone sending nudes nor do I encourage it! Especially if it is to somebody you don't know or if you are not of age. Remember your voice matters and if anyone reading this ever experiences something like this don't be afraid to speak up and speak out. Whether it's a stranger a friend or a relationship you should never be made to feel like you must show your body if it makes you uncomfortable.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Franky, Brook

A/N: willy wanka

C/W: NSFW - 18 plus, Minors do what you want idgaf‼️, im not accountable for your mentality and im not yo mum. Swearing, Nudes, brook gets his on warning cause his puns sky rocket death rates.

Luffy:

"What is that?, you want photos of my skin or some shit cause if you do I have a pretty gnarly staph infection on my elbow"

- Makes Law explain it to him

Relieases what you're talking about now,

Knows what a nude is he just didn't know they were called "nudes"

"Ohhhh you wanna see my cock"

The way he says it so nonchalantly always sends blood rushing to your cheeks

Luffy sends the most fucking android quality photos of his dick from above that you wouldn't be surprised if he had taken the photo with his fucking microwave.

- sends a silly selfie going like this

(✌️😝)straight after cause, he's a fuck ass

Zoro:

"Why"

...

"Cause 💔"

...

"Fair point"

Zoro doesn't in any way dislike nudes, especially when they're from you all dolled up in the lingerie he bought you making him have to excuse himself to go sort out his fat fucking boner.

The only reason he is reluctant is because he's fucking lazy as all shit, he wants to get a good pic for you, one that he knows you'll touch yourself to until he gets home, but it's just such a long process. He'll never deny your request of course but only 3/10 of the time do they have effort. Lazy ones often include top-angle photos of him holding his erection in his veiny arms, but the ones with effort... he's got his sweat pants pulled down just enough that he can fist his cock while holding his t-shirt up between his teeth.

Sanji:

Cums in his pants as soon as you ask‼️

No matter where he is or what he is doing he'll excuse himself to take the perfect photos and sends you a wide range of photos from every possible fucking angle. Has so many photos in his camera roll that photos make one of those little memory slide shows with the fucking stock happy music in the background.

Usopp:

"OK LOVE, ILL DEFINITELY GET TO THAT RIGHT NOW, YES RIGHT NOW TAKING A PHOTO OF MYSELF, FOR YOU, BECAUSE IM YOUR LOVE!"

"Babe it's ok you don't have to I can wait till you get home 😊"

"NO NO NO I WANT TO I JUST GOTTA FIGURE OUT HOW"

he's nervous alright he wants to take the best picture for you but he also doesn't know what you want you to see,

Sends a picture from the side his erection standing tall with his slender fingers rubbing at the tip.

"Oh shit babe thats hot"

*Usopp has invited you to play beer pong!*

Franky:

"Oh hell yeah you wanna see my nuts and bolts"

-you blocked Franky 💕

Brook:

"My love as much as I would love to I'm better off sending you an x-ray. I guess you could say it's a little bare-boned down their YOHOHOHOH"

-Brook also gets blocked 💕

This just progressively turned into a shit post.

[serxinns]

Class with the reader who has a wolf related quirk, like Megumi with his spirt wolfs but also is kinda one- maybe the reader has ears and fangs- but they all see for the first time the reader starting to turn on Halloween or something. Like he gets more angry and snappy, maybe even protective over his classmates.

[yan!class 1A x Male Reader]

A/n: My 1st fictober fic! Baby! How did I do? :D Thanks for the request, my fellow bestie. It'd been a pleasure! Doing this I had fun!!

"C'mon, y/n, just join us. You never do!" "Yeah, it'll be very manly for you to come, y/n bro!" You signed as you ignored your two classmates and turned up the music a bit louder to drown out their whining "The answer was, "No guys I already told you I don't wanna attend the Halloween party" you denied as you kept walking causing Kirishima and Mina to groan In defeat this is the 3rd time you avoided their request to party! Ever since your 1st year you always seem to avoid certain events and plans whenever a full moon occurs which is strange and frustrating since you'd always refused their offer without explanation

Momo or Iida would try lecturing, gaslighting you to come out, but it didn't work. Ochako or Izuku would try pleading, guilt-tripping you, saying how boring it would be without you, but you shut it down quickly and rather...harshly? So they left to their defeat bakugo tried to blow down the door but luckily his friends held him back and convinced him not to all he could do was insult and cuss you out, Mina would even try to persuade you to come out saying Momo packed your favorite snacks and game just for you but you made an excuse saying you were sick and didn't want to get anyone else the "flu" which made mina's eye twitch

"We did everything! He still won't come out," Mina pouted while stomping into the living room and slouching on the couch in defeat. "Oh, c'mon there's always next time, guys. I'm sure of it!" Izuku tried lighting up the mood, which earned a "shut up Deku" from Bakugo. "That's what you said the last 18 times at this point," Sero replied, looking bored. "So should we just give up?" "No!" Shouted the class, and Denki held up his hands defensively "ok, jeez..."

You sighed in relief when you didn't hear your classmates you even peaked a few times to make sure they were gone to make sure you were safe for now, you hoped this full moon form would go away the next day you hated this form so much it brings you back memories when you 1st showed it to your classmates some of the kids laughed and called you an ugly beast while some others were scared of you saying you were a monster villain trying to eat them, every hall you walked they'd be whispering, snickers, and glances until one day you snapped but thats when the memories get blurry, you didn't wanna relive that part again never again

That's when the room got dark confused you went to the light and tried switching it on which didn't work "A power outage? Great..." you thought, luckily you had night vision so it wasn't a bother for you just don't have any wifi to watch your favorite show that was premiering tonight to your dismay "Well this couldn't get any worse can it?" You then felt a bit of hunger which made you groan

It's been an hour and your hunger soon grew you had to Have something heck anything even if it's something that you wouldn't want later just anything to ease your hunger, you wanted to go out but your classmates were busy freaking out about the power outage and are huddling together in the living room which is by the fridge and pantry you had to make a plan to get something to eat without being caught, after an hour of planning, observing and studying you finally had the perfect flawless plan

You creaked open the door making sure nobody was nearby until you quickly went on all forms and sneaked silently towards the living room, when you made it to the living room you saw your classmates all grouping together with flashlights, blankets, night lights, even momo brought her 400 dollar flashlight that lights up the whole living room which makes it a alot more risky but you couldn't give up

The way to the kitchen is past the living room behind the couch, you crouch very lowly your claws gripping the carpet your ears down and your tail waving slowly, you begin to slowly but surely try making it across the couch without any words the room is dead silent other than a few chatting here and there but it was quiet enough to make one small sound and it's done for you made your way across the kitchen and headed to the pantry to see what type of snacks they have, slowly opening the cabinets and checking the fridge that's when you saw (your favorite snack brand) "Jackpot!" You slowly reached over to the snack making sure the wrapper didn't crinkle, and crumble slowly receiving your arm back and putting it in the bag

You slowly crouch down again on all fours in the sneaky position and slowly try and make your way back, hearing everyone chattering. Now, you didn't pay attention at 1st until Sato mentioned to you, "Should we go check up on y/n? He must be hungry!" Sato suggested holding up a dessert in his hand and offering it to the girls. "Kind to think about it. We haven't heard from them in a while, kinda getting worried for them.." Tokoyami added with a worried tone "I'll go check" katsuki bluntly said as he headed towards your dorm room

You mentally cursed now, you didn't want anyone seeing your room cause you forgot to uncover your nest and hide your muzzle, you dashed toward the room not caring if anyone saw Bakugo turning the knob, you jumped and tackled him on the ground "THE FUCK!?" he yelled in a rage he tried to get whatever was on him off wanted to blow up that extra once he gets the chance to until he felt..fur? Something fluffy "The fuck?! Y/n is that your bushy fucking tail" the others heard the commination and headed towards bakugo with flashlights

Shined toward the shadow figure, and it revealed your tall figure, your limbs covered in white fur, a red triangular symbol on top of your head with big wolf-like ears; the students stared in silence for a moment until Mina and Hakagure started squealing, "Y/N'S SO CUTE!" Both girls ran towards the wolf and started petting your fur and stroking your tail "no fair I want a turn" denki ran over to you and started doing the same while everyone started in wonder and desire "you're not afraid?" You tilted your head with confused "of course not! You look manly very manly!"

Kirishima's eyes sparkled as he saw your fluffy form. He wanted to pick you up and take you to his room so the Two of you could cuddle; his classmates also agreed. "Why didn't you tell us this!" Momo said as she gently started playing with your ears "because people saw it as a scary beast and it makes my emotions and instincts more "extreme" if you will" you tried to explain they couldn't beleive their darling was suffering so much! That you hid this from them they were gonna make sure you love your form as much as they did

Your eyes soften as you see most of your classmates either petting or stroking your fur, Denki playing with your paw beans, or just your classmates watching from you felt safe you felt free.. you felt like you can finally be comfortable with then rather then hiding away all the time maybe this isn't so bad at all...

Timeskip

It's been a few weeks and you now are annoyed with your classmates they just won't leave you alone about it!

Izuku or Koda would always ask you a bunch of questions about it while playing and stroking it every chance they got while writing it down in their notebooks, Todoroki would uncomfortably stare at your form all damn day with no expression or would always make excuses to be around you even in the bathroom!, Denki, Mina, and Kirishima would beg you to be in the werewolf form and when you tried to explain it they'll pout, gaslight or guilt trip about you not trusting them, and at training everyone would stare in wonder and amusement as you stare sparing with another classmate or another student which sometimes make you a bit nervous and uncomfortable in battle but you brushed it off thinking they're just your friend's admirers Helping you out

The girls would try to brush, braid, and decorate your wolf fur or put hair products in it to make sure your fur stays fluffy it was nice until they started fighting over who gets to do this and that and whatever making it a competition over everything and the boys go to war like katsuki threatening Deku to back off of you while izuku is reveling up his quirk ready to body someone Kirishima and todoroki their right-hand man ready to attack anyone if it gets risky and a little bloody and the rest are just spewing insults at each other

And your class loved how you hid your protectiveness over them like the time you jumped in front of the villain to save Aoyama from getting crushed with one of your techniques and coldly scolded him to stop messing around while Aoyama was just gushing at you to your annoyance

The only time you get to have alone time is lunchtime and after school at times cause you have a bunch of secret places you can hide from for a while to cool down, but for some reason, they're always finding it and always making a excuses like "you're just a bad hider and all that stuff" next time you're gonna have to check yourself for any trackers on you before planning to have alone time..

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'Ex' husband Gojo - The Aftermath- 02

Tags- smut, angst, cheating, TW seizures, bad mental health of reader

Synopsis- The events of the fateful night of Christmas...

The Aftermath- 01 // series masterlist

24th December, 2016

"Hey y/n! Wanna get some drinks on Christmas? If you don't have any plans! Or are you too busy for us 'poor people'! Haha!". Your friends have called and they joked.

You come from a very lower middle class family. Raised by your grandmother and elder sister(by six years) due to your parents being absent.

It was difficult, you grew up watching your grandmother working at an age where she should be enjoying life and your sister when she should be studying. You grew up knowing what's it like to have nothing.

With a decent education, you and your sister started supporting your grandmother with a decent corporate job until your sister got married to her co-worker.

It was just you, helping financially your grandmother with her medical bills while saving up enough for a decent enough wedding dress to follow your sister's path, where you marry an average man like she did, have kids, take care of your children and man and thats it.

An average life.

But you wanted more.

You prayed. Day and night for an extraordinary life, a life memorable and not like your sister's.

You wanted more from life.

And the Gods heard your prayer.

Your whole life changed when you became an essential part of Japan's prolific Aristocratic family.

The news was everywhere. Its a rags to riches, The modern Cinderella story in everyone's eyes.

It was beautiful.

It was memorable, everything you wanted..

Until it wasn't...

"Uh.. yes i am free.", it felt so different, talking to people you worked with after so long. "What's the timing?", you asked.

"25th, 7pm! At the usual place. Also y/n! Could you maybe bring your husband! I mean we would all love to meet Mr Gojo! He's so funny! Only if Mr Gojo is free that is!"

Ah yes. Mr Gojo, the funny, entertaining Mr Gojo. He has met your friends from work enough times to make an image of the grounded but arrogant, funny rich guy.

"Oh! He-he isn't home. He's quite busy. Maybe next time, i will bring him!", you managed as if there will be a next time!

"Oh(disappointed) , nevermind then. Send my regards to Mr Gojo. And you do not forget to come y/n!"

"Yeah".

You wanted to go out, outside and away from this house of memories, with Satoru, that trapped you. You wanted to breath fresh air and move on.

Move on?

How could you move on?

The fact that you were 3 months in your pregnancy after 4 years of marriage. But you failed to carry the child. You failed to maintain the marriage with the person you love. And you're talking about moving on when its just 2 months?

How cruel y/n, how cruel...

25th December, 2016 || 6.45pm

You got dressed up in a simple black turtleneck, jeans, an overcoat and knee high boots with a woolen cap on.

A thick layer of concealer was enough to hide the under eye dark circles. You put on a red lipstick and went out.

The staff stared at you, secretly though, but nonetheless they stared and judged you.

'Is Lady y/n really pregnant?' One said. "She doesn't have a bump though", other quoted. "Come to think of it, her monthly(period) hasn't arrived either. She is pregnant!".

"When's she going to announce?" One servant asked. "Maybe after Lord Satoru arrives?". "Oh! Maybe on the New Year's eve! Seems perfect timing as well.", one replied.

The servants maybe nosy but they know their places. They know, something so sensitive as the pregnancy of the great six eyes sorcerer's wife, its not their place to give the news to the family.

Generally, almost every household's staffs know about anything and everything that goes on in Gojo household. But the word, luckily, doesn't reaches to their employers most of the time.

But this time, it wasn't just some other light news from the Gojo House and the servants of other households started talking to their employers in no time...

It was already past 11.30pm.

Reunion with your office friends and straight up five bottles of your favorite vodka felt so nice that you almost forgot about all and everything that had gone wrong in your life.

You meet up with your co-workers every Christmas for the last 4 years. Sometimes Satoru would company, sometimes he wouldn't.

Talking about politics, sports and who's dating who, both in the office and among celebrities. These were mostly the topics you spent discussing while drinking.

"Hey, its almost going to be 12. I think that's it for the night guys!", one of your girlfriends announced after a slight glance at her silver wrist watch.

"Whaaat?", your speech was slurred and vision blurry after five drinks. "Isss overrr already? Whyyyy? Less get the party started.."

Everyone chuckled. "Ah y/n san had too much to drink! Now we'd have to drop her at her royal palace!", the other girlfriend smiled, a little jealous of your luxurious life.

"Whaaaaat? Less playyy! C'mon ya lot!", you continued babbling frustrated.

"I'll drop y/n. If its okay with everyone."

Out of all the twelve co-workers, one of them stood up and offered to help you reach home.

He knew none are interested in insuring you reach home safely. Everybody was just ignorant and busy to get back home to be on time for work.

He, Kenzo, always have had feelings for you. From the moment you entered the Office to present, when you're married and babbling gibberish while totally drunk.

Everyone agreed to leave you to Kenzo since it was no secret, the feelings he has and someone like him would definitely make sure you reach home safe and secure.

26th December, 2016 || 12.26 am

The group gave their farewells to each other and went on their way.

You, on the other hand, are so drunk that its impossible for you stand up without your legs wobbling and bringing you down.

Kenzo helped you and got you on the passenger seat of his car and started driving towards your 'palace'.

Your head felt heavy with all the drinks you had. You could hear voices in your head, all distorted, words lapsing onto each other.

"You did this y/n!"

"Because of you y/n your baby is dead"

"Satoru will never love you"

"All you've done since marriage is sitting on top of your husband's fortune... living the life you never had"

"Satoru's family....They were right...Everyone was right.."

"You are just a whore"

"Whore for money"

"WHORE"

You let out a scream and started twisting and turning your head and hands to stop all this annoying gibberish in your head. Your eyes closed tight shut.

Kenzo, while driving through almost an empty road, saw this and was absolutely horrified. He thought you're having seizures so he stopped his car in an empty underground parking lot that was luckily near when he saw you.

"Y/n! Y/n! Are you okay?". He grabbed your cheeks to hold you still while his other hand held forcefully onto your shaking arms. "Talk to me y/n. Talk to me!"

"Talk to me y/n"

You heard.

"Talk"

You opened your eyes, slowly letting in the artificial bright lights hit your eyes. Lips trembling. Cheeks red, tears rolling.

You felt a grasp on your cheeks and lowered your gaze to see Kenzo, worried and sweating.

You let out a sigh and without any thoughts hugged Kenzo.

He didn't know what just happened but if hugging him makes you feel better, he's okay with it. He hugged you back. Caressing your back.

All the thoughts had stopped now in your head.

You calmly pulled away from the hug and locked your eyes with Kenzo's.

He is so handsome, same age as you, has beautiful hooded eyes, his nose, his lips.

You gently brought your lips closer to his and he to yours. You both so close but so far. You wanted to kiss him, he wanted to kiss you.

Your lips brushed upon his and he kissed you. You put your tongue in his mouth and fought for dominance. After a few pants for air, you won, a battle you never won with your husband.

Kenzo pulled back though halfway through. You were puzzled. Didn't he want you? But then you saw him looking at your big blue and white diamond wedding ring.

Oh so thats what it is.

You quickly removed the two rings from your left hand and put the expensive rings onto dashboard. One ring being your wedding band and the other ring was an official platinum-diamond band symbolizing that you are the Gojo Clan head's wife.

In a rush you jumped sat on his lap. Fixating yourself just above his crotch, continuously rubbing your clothed groin over his. You both panted.

You unbuckled your jeans and threw them in the backseat and unzipped Kenzo's pants, about to slide in his member in you. You were so in heat he could see right through you if he'd have to be honest.

He held your wrists and stopped you from doing it...

"Y/n, we shouldn't... its not right... you're married-", he protested with his voice low.

"I decide whats right or not... so shut up and do it already", you growled at him in frustration and just put his cock in your unprepared cunt.

You were finally tainted wholly...

It hurt a lot in the beginning, doing the deed all dry, without any foreplay after so long and after your miscarriage but slowly your body adjusted.

'God! he's so small', you thought to yourself while pushing in Kenzo's 5 inches hard cock in you since for the last over 7 years you've gotten used to Gojo's 8 inches.

This lowly act of yours went on for around 2 hours. Doing it anywhere and everywhere inside the car, in all and every position.

26th December, 2016 || 4.50am

The radio was playing 'Lovely Day' by Bill Withers.

Kenzo was driving you to your house.

You were quiet. He was quiet.

The drive to your uphill estate was easy since it was early morning so the streets were traffic free. He drove his car through the beautiful posh Uphills neighborhood of Tokyo. Your house was almost there.

Each house in this posh area are mindfully distanced to provide full privacy and personal space to the owners. That is why Satoru bought his married house here.

You were looking outside the window with a cigarette between your lips and suddenly your heart skipped a beat, eyes widened, forehead sweating when you saw your husband's black Audi sedan parked in the driveway...

You gulped when the car stopped outside the Gojo Estate's premises.

Door opened, left foot out and you got out. Before entering the gates of your premises, you leaned down a little to look at an equally annoyed Kenzo.

You both didn't share any words or any final looks and he just drove his car as soon as you got off.

He knew what he had done was crossing the line and beyond. It was so unethical to sleep with a married woman, doesn't matter if you were his crush once or not.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"Well technically y/n you are separated and will be divorced soon. So its not cheating. Technically?" Your head convinced you in case when you'd be caught you'll have an argument ready.

You started walking through the cobblestone walkway, a little nervous... Actually, truth be told, you are scared of seeing Satoru. Finding you in your current state at this late hour.

You took one last big puff and then crushed the cigarette with your boots.

You rang the bell once, twice. You started thinking maybe its not Satoru but its Mr Ijichi. Yeah! He's busy anyway.

The door opened just as you were about to ring the third time and all your fears came true...

Satoru Gojo opened the door.

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In my business pt3

part2

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y/n TBT TO MY FNF FREESTYLE 😏 @glorillapimp

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Let’s gooooooo

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@glorillapimp y’all are fiireeee❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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diorjada 6m

im like 80% of them views 😭 this is so harddd

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everybodyhates_tasha 5m

My toddler started bopping as soon as this video played💀 that’s definitely my child cause this is too damn good

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@everybodyhates_tasha imagine having a toddler while its hot girl summer

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@sarahlopezs Girl dont do me like that

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Now y/n i love you but why you lying??? we know you not S I N G L E NO MORE😭

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@justlikeamarah CALL HER ASS OUT!!!

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moodymagazine Oh moodies! Last year the Louisville rapper #JackHarlow was seen rapping to #y/n FNF freestyle at the club. Do we think this might have been the start of their rumored romance or is it pure coincidence? Let us know in the comments below! ⬇️ Click the link in our bio or head to our tiktok for the full video.

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sneakyshae 3m

man these two never explain shit so we’re gonna be guessing forever unless they post each other

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liloneder 2m

@sneakyshea You are so right thoooo i hate that about them🙄

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@liloneder yo aint no way your momma named you oneder💀

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biglolaa 1m

Yeah but even if they post eachother its gotta be a serious post because them mfs don’t take shit seriously. Always trolling so theyd be perfect together now that i think about it🤔

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now why tf did urban like this post😭😭😭 its a signnnn

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y/narchive

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y/narchive Y'all, call me crazy but i might as well change my user to y/nandjackarchive cause these fits look pretty similar to me 👀👀👀 AND at the same party... yeah they gotta be together. As long as our girl is happy i have no complaints though i hope there's flicks of them together at that party🤭

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omg this is definitely a hinttt, she has been very happy and like relaxed lately so i hope he has something to do with it🥹

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@y/ncloset RIGHT?! i noticed that tooo

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yungkelly 8m

Omg her and central cee are actually over now that makes me so sad cause i ship them BAD but girl got good taste cause jack fine as hell🤤

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WHAT ???? JACKMAN DONT PLAY WITH ME😤

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@nairobi NO CAUSE WHAT DOES HE MEAN???? AND THE NO CAPTION TOO

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and the crowd goes wildski🤪

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Urban tell us the teaaaa

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She liked the post nooooooo

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@psycholiah i just fell to my knees in walmart

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Just saw somebody fall to their knees in walmart

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i recognize that booty anywhere and this is y/n without a doubt man 😩💔im heartbroken rn nobody hit me up

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@bbgrlashly HAHAHA ASH you so dramatic stop it😭

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THE WHITE MAN STOLE MY GIRL ZAY😤

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not you in your stepdad era now 🤭🫣

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@missionaryjharlow i wonder if he even met them yet and i really wanna know how thats going for him cause her kids dont play abt their dad💀💀

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