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KITTY₊˚⊹♡ she/her. sixteen. poc. ruled by venus (taurus). spring baby. faux animal print enthusiast. huge animal lover. somewhat of a writer. shy and quiet until I really get to know you. Logan howlett's bunny girl (real).

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[angelicanvas]

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[julietsbody]

KITTY KAT — art donaldson + reader : art has a tendency to show up late to your lessons. 

tags: mdni, tennis lessons, coach!art donaldson, p in v sex, fingering, art is kind of an asshole, cheating (not on reader) 

a/n: sorry to tashi… this goes out to my dear @murdrdocs

thirty minutes ago. 

art donaldson was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, your teeth grit against each other, foot tapping impatiently against the concrete floor below you. 

art was a sweet guy, sure, but his time management was beyond infuriating. it almost made you feel like he thought himself above you, like you weren’t worth his time. 

“one to talk,” you mumble to yourself, dragging your racket on the ground, “rich from the guy who was coached by his wife.” 

ahem. 

you spin around, and of course, he’s standing right there, looking the same as he always does. his dirty blonde hair was messed up and falling over his eyebrows, blue eyes, with a mix of brown, staring directly at you with an almost amused expression. 

you blink at him, once, twice. 

a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “sorry for being late.” 

it sounds condescending, like he would never actually mean it, especially not after what he heard, it felt like a sort of karma for what you were previously saying about him. 

and he knows that, of course he does, so he masks it with a sense of sweetness, one that would typically gaslight people into thinking they’ve been forgiven, but you know better. 

you’ve been coached by art for a while now, and his little habits became far too predictable. this was odd, though, you couldn’t make out the glint in his eye, especially when you mumble a, “sorry, i didn’t mean—“  

“let’s get started, yeah?” art cuts in, bitter, yet his voice still sounded like it was dipped in honeysuckle.

he whisks right past you with that same, tugged up smirk, he reeked of rich cologne and mint. 

your lips press together and you silently, albeit ashamed, nod in agreement. 

maybe silence will earn points back from your coach. 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

silence did not earn anything. 

art served hard, hit the ball hard, it was as if he wanted to make the ball break through your racket and hit you square in the face. he clearly took your miniscule words personally, and he was testing you, trying to break you down, to see how much you could take until your bones turned soft and you felt like giving up. 

the first time you called a pause, art smiled, “don’t tell me you’re giving up.” 

“pause,” you repeat through heaved breaths, sweat sticking to your skin underneath the relentless sun. art had that same playful look in his eyes that he always did, he knew that what he was doing was working, he knew that he was getting under your skin, and as cruel as it sounds, he really did enjoy it. 

if you ever were to ask him about it, he’d just shrug and say it’s all a part of the practice, it always happens in tennis, especially professional, he’s just preparing you. but deep down, he really just wanted to say that he was doing it for those reasons but for his own personal pleasures, karma comes in many forms, but art picks the harshest form first. 

he watches you drink water with a desperate urgency, stifling his own chuckles, “you sure you’re okay?” 

“‘m fine,” you speak after gulping down the last drop, finally satisfied, “let’s keep going.” 

art’s brows furrow ever so slightly, but as soon as you’re back to being ready, he rolls the tennis ball in his hand a little, observing it, before throwing it up in the air and sending it your way. he’s so casual with every hit, despite his grunts and the way his nose scrunches whenever ball meets racket, he makes it look like it’s nothing. 

to make it even worse, he starts trying to conversate between passes, “you know—“ smack! another grunt leaves his lips, “it’s really rude to—“ smack! “speak about people behind their—“ smack! “fuck.. backs.” 

you’re so busy trying to decipher his words you almost miss the next hit, but thankfully you snap out of the trance quick enough to hit it last minute, which he chuckles at and quickly sends it back. 

smack! “‘m sorry, art, really—“ your shoes scratch against the concrete below, smack! “i was being very—“ smack! “childish, i apologize.” 

he hums, content with your apologies, but still not outwardly saying he forgives you, instead his hits start to soften, he’s less trying to kill you with the ball and now rather trying to actually play tennis. “you’re all good—“ he confirms, smack! “just make it up to me, yeah?” 

ball meets floor, his words had completely caught you off guard, and you missed your hit on the ball he sent your way. you felt almost stupid, standing there, staring at him and trying to decipher what he meant by making it up to him. 

and of course, he didn’t elaborate, he never did, he simply just picked up another ball, smiled at you, and said, “ready?” 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

art said he forgave you, right? 

ever since that day, he’s been acting.. off. he was more focused on your figure now, not in a crude way, but in a way where he wanted you to position yourself correctly when playing. he watches you serve the ball, then his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek and he stands, “hey, hey, wait a second— your uh… your stance is wrong.” 

“it is?” it was the fifth time he’s corrected you, today, and it’s safe to say you were getting annoyed, he picked up on the bitterness of your tone as he approached you. 

“‘ts not my fault, kitty cat,” he shrugged simply, noticing the way your eyes narrow in frustration at his nickname, he only smiles. he leans in behind you, “may i?” his hands are ghosting over your arms from behind. 

“whatever helps,” you remark. 

“good,” it’s softly spoken at the shell of your ear, making you swallow thick, his fingers wrap around your wrist, other one holding your fingers grip on the racket’s handle. his grip is tight, yet gentle at the same time, veins flexing against his flesh with every movement as he helps you move into the right position. “just gotta.. do it like this,” he’s still whispering against your ear, nearly making your knees buckle. 

once he’s satisfied with your position, which is far too quick for your liking, he backs off and lets you serve the ball again. he smiles once he’s gotten what he’s wanted, “perfect.” 

eventually, after a while of hitting the ball, you decided to take a break. there was a silence between you and art, a tension you couldn’t place, you had nothing to blame it on, nothing to apologize for, and he constantly looked like he was trying to say something indescribable. 

“hey,” he starts, before tugging his bottom lip under his tongue for a mere second before continuing, “remember when i said you had to make it up to me?” 

you stare at him, curious, “yeah, of course.” 

“you know,” his hands smooth over each other, skin underneath his right eye twitching as his pupils dilate in thought, “i’ve been having a.. problem, lately.” 

“with tennis?” 

“nono,” he laughs nervously, moving to scratch the back of his neck, “it’s personal, y’know? well— not entirely, since ‘m telling you, but uh— actually, nevermind.” 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

you and art hadn’t discussed much after the last meet, you found yourself standing in the court yet again, whilst he was no short of an hour late at this point. you wanted to ask him what his deal is lately, what his problem is, but he wasn’t even here to be questioned. it was almost ridiculous, like he was toying with you. 

“i like your skirt,” it comes out of nowhere, but it’s the same, smooth voice that art holds. 

yet again, you find yourself spinning around to meet him, he’s closer, now, clearly eyeing you— but that’s.. weird, is it not? he has a wife, he shouldn’t be complimenting your obviously short skirt, or eyeing you like that, or wishing to tell you things that he had apparently not told anyone else because it’s personal. but who are you to question his relationship? maybe he’s just.. being nice, really. 

“thank you,” you offer, nice, short, sweet. 

he rolls his shoulder, meeting your eyes, flickering his gaze to your lips for a mere second, then saying nothing and walking by. rich cologne and mint. that’s what wafts into your senses immediately, as if it was some sort of distraction from his odd behaviors. 

“do you always call people kitty cat?” you eventually ask him, it was something you’d been wondering, truly, especially since you’ve never been called that before. 

“to pretty girls with an attitude, yeah,” art says it so casually. 

“like your wife?” 

“like you.” 

art corrected you. 

he corrected you, and his correction didn’t annoy you like how they always did, it made your stomach churn in a way you couldn’t decipher, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. you liked it, maybe, but isn’t that so sickening? art seems to think no big deal of his own words, as he doesn’t even react, so you try to be nonchalant about it as well. 

the whole entire test match you play with him, he has a certain glint in his eye, his grunts are louder, his shorts look tighter, he looks like he’s having some sort of reaction to playing tennis, to playing tennis with you. your tongue runs along your lips between breaks, noticing the way his eyes linger on it, the way his pupils widen at the shine of saliva over your lips with each swipe. 

at the third break, art was convinced you were doing this on purpose. 

“why do you keep doing that?” he asks as he’s walking over to grab his water bottle, right where you’re sitting on the concrete floor. you blink up at him, watching him hover the bottle near his lips and squirt the water into his mouth. did he always look this good when sweaty? 

gosh, maybe you’re just tired, maybe your mind is just foggy. 

“what?” you frown, confused. 

“licking your lips,” he speaks after swallowing the water, towering over you. his muscles were nearly bursting out of his white t-shirt with every movement, especially when he puts his water bottle down and crosses his arm, head cocking to the side. sweat causes some of his hair strands to stick to his forehead, lips puffy from how much he bites them when playing. 

“my lips are dry,” you explain, so simple. 

“yeah?” again, another smile, he had to be toying with you, “do you need some other help with that?” 

“what do you mean?” 

art hums, not explaining anything when he opens his mouth and swipes his thumb along his tongue, moving down to rub the saliva from his tongue onto your lips, memorizing the pillowy soft touch. your eyes widen, slightly, “art, this is—“ 

“not helping?” art tuts in faux disappointment, mumbling a small, ‘why don’t i..’ before he leans down further, licking his own lips and getting closer and closer until his lips are brushing against yours. 

“wrong,” you mumble out, but you sound unsure, like you don’t really believe what you just said, you don’t think this is wrong, you’ve always thought art was attractive, it was his wife that kept your crush on him at bay. you mumble against his lips, “you have a wife, art..” 

“do i?” he smirks against your lips, a near chuckle slipping out, “i must’ve forgotten.” 

“art,” it sounds like a warning, but again, you wanted nothing less than for his lips to fall against yours right now. 

“make it up to me, yeah? remember that?” his hand moves to hold your cheek, tipping your head up at him, eyes meeting yours in such close proximity, “i’ve got some marriage problems right now, so why don’t you play wife for me, hm?” 

you nod at him, ever so slightly, he clocks it immediately, and that’s his que. his eyes flutter shut, and he’s leaning in only a mere centimeter before his lips fall against yours. the kiss is soft at first, sweet, new, but then art starts taking the lead, and it quickly becomes something on the faint lines of cannibalism, he kissed you like he wanted to eat you, like he loved you. 

when he said he wanted you to play wife, he wasn’t lying. 

he pries your lips open with his own before his tongue makes it’s way inside your mouth, tasting the peppermint of your gum on your own tongue, memorizing the noisy breaths that leave your mouth and move into his. your nails are quick to run along his arms, making him pull back to speak, “hold on, kitty cat.” 

“you call your wife kitty cat?” you watch him peel off his sweaty shirt from his skin. 

he tosses the shirt to the side, exhaling a breath that showed he hated the feeling of the wet fabric on his skin, “mm, i call you kitty cat, ‘nd you’re playing my wife, so.” 

“right,” you agree, letting his cold hands brush against your skin when he takes your clothes off of you, of course looking at you for approval beforehand, which you nod to. 

“did you start wearing shorter skirts on purpose?” art questions when his fingers reach the waistband of your skirt, ever so slowly dipping underneath. 

“no, ‘course not,” you speak breathlessly, feeling his fingers move under your underwear as well until his fingertips meet your clit. you swallow thick, lashes fluttering as he starts moving his fingers in an almost cruel slowness. 

“look at me,” he whispers a simple command, free hand holding your chin and forcing you to look at him. his fingers move further down, immediately feeling how wet you are, he chuckles in surprise, “god, you’re this wet for a married man, huh?” 

“for my husband,” you mumble out, playing the part. 

“that’s right,” his middle finger circles your entrance for a second before ever so slowly dipping it inside. he watches your lips fall apart, the way your eyes get glossed over, the way your hips push up against his finger. “needy.” 

he doesn’t take long to push another finger in, letting go of your chin so he could guide your hand to his clothed cock, hard and pushing against his flimsy shorts. as soon as you start rubbing his dick through the fabric, his breath shudders slightly, as if he’s been waiting too long for like, as if he hasn’t had sexual pleasure in weeks. 

soon enough, only a mere minute or two in of foreplay, art gets antsy and he has to have his dick inside of you, he pries his fingers from your cunt and takes your skirt off next. “lay down for me, yeah?” he smiles at the fact that you do it immediately, even spreading your legs for him. 

he hisses at the feeling when his bare knees meet the concrete floor below, harsh on his skin, he tugs his shorts and boxers down ever so slightly until his cock is finally freed. you inhale sharply upon seeing it, he had a big dick. he spits in his hand, coating his dick with a grunt before he finally lines himself up with your entrance. 

“ready?” he hushes out. 

“yeah, yeah,” you’re barely able to finish the last yeah before his dick is moving into you, his nose scrunching from the tightness of your walls around him, it’s like you were purposefully squeezing his cock with an attempt to milk him dry already. 

“fuck,” he grunts out, pulling back, then moving back in, earning a pathetic moan from your lips. it sounds like music to his ears, so he keeps going, his thrusting was slow at first, gentle, kind— but just like the test matches, or the kiss, he gets hungry, and he wants more. 

his thrusts turn relentless almost immediately, maybe even like he was taking out some sorts of sexual frustrations out on your poor cunt. whimpers, whines, moans, all of those leave your lips, matching up with the grunts and the occasional whimper from his own mouth as well. 

sex was intoxicating for art, and there was something so dangerous, so forbidden about this, you weren’t really his wife, he was married to another woman, he was solely your coach. some sick part of art loves that, maybe that’s why he leans down and starts nipping at your neck, sucking at the delicate skin until maroon and blackberry starts blooming on the blank canvas. 

“art, oh my god,” you moan out, hands moving to scratch at his bare back, and maybe art should be smart enough to tell you not to leave marks, but he lets your nails dig in as his thrusts get harsher, surely drawing blood, or at least noticeable scratches. 

in fact, the feeling of you tearing into his skin only makes his orgasm come on faster, soon enough wracking his body and making his hips stutter. he keeps going though, despite the overstimulation that makes him pathetically whine softly, just until you’ve reached your own orgasm. 

he pulls out, panting, smirking down at you, “thanks, kitty cat.” 

[luvseisagi]

— return her favor.

ft. sakura haruka x reader. wc. 3.4k

summary. when he got sick at the beginning of the week, you took care of him. now, it's you who's sick —and it's his turn to return your favor. content. fem!reader, fem pronouns used, pure fluff, boy next door!sakura, everyone likes teasing the poor boy when he blushes. inspired by s2 ep17. a bit ooc, i think. author's note. im whipped. im down bad. im head over heels . i knowwwwiknow but hes just so cute icant.. love him sm.. little kitty boy (kaji too)... :(( also im not 100% happy with how this turned out but ive been thinking about a scene like this so much i needed to write it

𝜗𝜚 english isnt my first language, so any corrections or advice are highly appreciated, as well as feedback (please) ! enjoy

you are sick.

not figuratively —you really are. you’ve caught the flu, a nasty cold, or whatever virus that's left you bedridden, feverish, for so many hours that they feel like eternity. 

when it started, you thought you were sneezing so frequently because you were allergic to something, since spring had just begun. however, it only got worse as the week went on, until you ended up in the state you’re in now.

body sprawled on the futon on the floor —your arm is folded in a weird way, your legs half under half out of the blanket—, it’s the only position you’ve found that lets you be even a little comfortable and breathe without choking every two minutes. your skin is paler than usual, except for your face, flushed pink and covered in a thin sweat layer.

you’re on the edge of delirium.

you should have seen this coming. no, you actually did see it coming, but you had such a busy week —working extra hours at the restaurant at nights, repainting the facade of the establishment after some vandals had graffitied the wall, assisting all your classes and doing all your homework—, you'd had no time for worrying about getting sick or getting medicine. 

besides, taking into account that your daily life is on the other side of the city —you live in your apartment, if it can even be called like that, only because the rent is affordable for you—, the time you spend just going to school and work and coming back home takes a considerable part of your day. 

plus, at the start of this week, your next door neighbor had gotten sick too —and every free time of your days had been spent on taking care of sakura. 

you didn’t even think about the possibility of him giving you the flu until you woke up this morning. work was already hard yesterday —even your boss had sent you home before your shift ended, since he could see how tired you looked—, and you hadn't slept more than two full hours, so all you were able do in the morning was send a text to your coworkers to ask for someone to cover your shift today and fall asleep again.

four hours later of feverish dreams and a very uncomfortable mix of heat and cold going throughout your whole body, you are so thirsty and hungry you could eat a whole menu from the restaurant you work in. however, getting up seems almost impossible in the state you are in, so you let yourself lay under the blanket a while more. 

you’re about to fall asleep again, ignoring the cries for help of your stomach, when you hear the door of your apartment open.

there’s no greeting, no warning, no announcement about who just entered without permission. but only a few people have a key to your place, so the list of suspects is short —still, of all the possible people, you definitely didn’t expect to see sakura haruka standing in the cramped little space that makes up your room.

“i brought you something.” is all he says before sitting cross-legged on the floor beside you, placing a plastic bag full of things in his lap and beginning to pull things out one by one. 

sakura is your next-door neighbor. he moved to the apartment beside yours at the beginning of the school year, just as alone in his place as you were in yours. at first, he came off as cold —maybe even a little rude— but it didn’t take long for you to realize he was just shy, especially around people who offered help without expecting anything in return. 

your first interaction had been on an especially cold evening during his first week living there. you had heard him through the wall, cursing softly and clearly frustrated —mumbling something about not figuring out how to get the hot water working. you were pretty sure he even punched the wall out of frustration after his third cold shower.

so you showed up at his door, holding a slice of leftover cake from the restaurant as a welcome gift and offering your help —partly because you’re a decent person, but mostly because you were worried the building might not survive more than a couple more punches.

“i can’t cook anything for you,” he's saying now. a few months have passed since you met “but i brought instant soup. i didn’t know what flavor you liked, so i grabbed one of each. just in case.”

he spreads the contents of the bag on the floor —six different packs of soup, a few bottles of water and sugary drinks, cold compresses for the fever, some medicine, vitamins, and a single flower.

you manage a weak smile.

“thank you” your voice is thick with congestion. it requires you making a great effort to extend your arm, and point to the end of the row of things on the floor “i get the food, the clothes and the pills. what’s the flower for, though?” 

you are too exhausted to lift your head and look at him, but you’re sure he’s blushing when he answers.

“umemiya told me to give it to you. said it would help you feel better.”

he’s clearly flustered —you can hear it in his voice— and probably grateful you can’t see how red his face is right now.

you chuckle softly.

“it does.” you say “it’s really pretty. thank you, sakura.” 

and the poor guy is now blushing even harder.

he found out you were sick this morning. usually, he would hear your door every morning before he left for school —you always left earlier than him, since your classes and your job are both on the other side of the city. but today, there was only silence. no sound of the coffee machine, no rustling clothes, no soft curses about running late. 

he might’ve ignored it, but he remembered you telling him how busy this week would be, how you couldn’t afford to miss classes with exams just around the corner. you had said all that while taking care of him when he was sick —thinking he was asleep. but he heard every word.

so when he saw light under your door and knocked with no response, he panicked. he didn’t care about being late to class, no one in furin would really care. so he grabbed the emergency key you’d given him just in case and let himself in.

the apartment was dark, except for the faint glow coming from under the door of your bedroom. you didn’t answer when he called your name —quietly, not wanting to startle you— so he stepped inside.

then he saw you

you were huddled under the blanket, your phone still in your hand like you’d fallen asleep waiting for a message or a call. your limbs stretched out across the futon, half uncovered, as if the heat was unbearable —but you were shivering like you were freezing.

it was more than obvious you were sick, but he didn’t want to wake you. you looked anything but peaceful, but you also looked exhausted, and he knew how hard your week had been. so he just stood there for a moment —then quietly stepped back out.

later, across town at furin, sakura was so distracted thinking about you, he tripped over suo twice during patrols.

“what’s bothering you, sakura?” suo asked, catching his arm before he could fall again. “you look worried.”

the two-colored-hair guy stood up straight, freeing himself from his friend's grasp —again, and mumbled a "thank you", avoiding his gaze.

“it’s nothing. just...” he’d told them about you before, but mentioning you in front of his classmates still made him go red. “yn’s sick, and i want to help her”

suo raised a brow.

"oh, i see." he said, a grin growing on his face.

“i mean, because she helped me when i was sick. and i want to return her the favor, i owe her.” sakura added quickly, now flustered.

it’s tsugeura who intervened then.

"yn? the neighbor you're always talking about?”

“i don't always talk about her!" sakura protested.

right then, as if summoned by some invisible signal, nirei, kiryu, and the others turned around, stopping dead.

"she's sick? seriously?" nirei asked, already pulling out his phone like he was about to write down a shopping list.

overwhelmed, sakura could only nod.

"i want to bring her something to help her feel better."

so, when returning to the class with the rest of his classmates, sakura found himself stuck in the middle of an impromptu meeting, surrounded by half his class in a discussion about what to bring you to feel better.

“we should buy some medicines and vitamins for her!” nirei was saying, his concern genuine. 

he didn’t even know you personally—none of them did. but since their grade captain seemed completely smitten for you, they were all too happy to help out on his behalf.

“she was shivering but looked flushed?” suo asked after hearing sakura’s description of how he had found you “sounds like a fever. we should get some cold compresses, and medicine too”

“eating is important too, in case she wakes up hungry” kiryu added “soup could be good. and a drink she likes, sugary for her to regain strength.” 

the conversation spiraled for a while, everyone adding something new they should bring to their grand captain’s neighbor —who was, definitely, not as excited as them.

it was not only the worry for your wellbeing now, it was a tight, bitter feeling in his stomach. if he had to define the sensation, he would have catalogued it as very uncomfortable and very weird.

because he didn’t like the idea of his classmates —his friends, he reminded himself— taking care of you, or buying things for you, at all. he knew they were just trying to help him, but going to your apartment and looking after you personally?

no. he didn’t want that.

first of all, sakura didn’t want them to meet you at all. yes, he’d told them about you several times —when you helped him with the hot water of the shower, the times you’ve brought him leftover desserts from your restaurant because you know he likes them, or when you went to his house, despite having a very busy day and being tired, to make sure his fever was going down and that he was eating properly. 

sakura never let on how much you meant to him —but you’re precisely that: part of his life, not theirs. and maybe it wasn’t fair, but he didn’t want to share you.

second of all, he didn’t want you to meet them either. he would never say it out loud, but the thought terrified him —that you’d fall for suo’s kindness, nirei’s soft smile or kiryu’s charm; that you’d just realize that everyone has something better than him. 

more than anything, he just wanted to stay your favorite.

was that selfish?

“i will do it.” he said, then, cutting off the class' whole conversation “i’ll buy everything you said, and go take care of her myself. after all, it’s me who gave this virus to her.” all the eyes moved to him in this new silence. then he realized he might had appeared ungrateful, so he added —“and, um. thank you all. for your help.”

none of his classmates answered, though. he felt a little intimidated by the silence.

suo was grinning, kiryu had raised an eyebrow, and tsugeura was the one who asked out loud what everyone was thinking —“¿what do you mean you gave the virus to her?”

sakura found himself out of words for a few seconds.

“well, she took care of me when i was sick, too.” he finally said, looking away “i told her it wasn’t necessary, but she insisted on staying the night with me in case my fever raised while asleep. i think she got it then."

“oh. so she stayed the night at yours?”

suo laughed. tsugeura asked again.

“and how close were you two, for her to get your sickness too?”

sakura realized then what they were implying. his cheeks got tinted by a pale shade of pink when he shook his head, panicked.

“no! no, it’s nothing like that. she just… she helped me, that’s all. i didn’t event want her to, my plan was to wait until i felt better, but she insisted on staying…”

but there was no turning back now. during the rest of the morning, the only thing sakura received was a constant teasing from his classmates —it was so bad, that at the end of the school day, before going back home, umemiya reached him to give him a flower for his sick girlfriend, who would definitely appreciate it, and it would make her feel better.

so here he is now, telling you how all his classmates —all his friends— helped him to choose what he had to bring for you, his cheeks and nose slightly flushed and his hand absentmindedly on the back of his neck.

and, even after the soup and emptying a whole bottle of water, your forehead is still hot and the fever remains blurring your thoughts. so, now looking him at his eyes —thinking how cute he looks when he isn’t able to hold your gaze— you don’t rethink it when straightly saying out loud:

“you look so pretty when you blush.” 

and you know you’ve messed him up, because he’s blushing even harder, and he stutters when telling you about his journey on the search of the best soup flavor. 

you can't but let slip a low giggle when he finishes his story.

“thank you so much for coming, sakura.” you thank him, knowing well he isn’t able to say anything right now —you've never seen anyone get so timid after a compliment “i mean it.” 

still shy, he lowers his head and looks at his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“it’s nothing, really. i’m just returning you the favor, for helping me when i was sick.” 

you both know that’s not true at all, but none of you mentions it. you play along, then —“still. im glad you’re taking care of me, even if it’s just because you feel you owe me.” 

sakura waits a few seconds before answering this one. he has stopped playing with his shirt, and is now distracted folding the clothes he used as cold compresses. 

he mumbles, almost unintelligibly, his reply.

“i’m taking care of you because i do care about you.” 

you giggle at his cheeks becoming even redder after his word.

“what did you say? i think i didn’t hear you, sorry.” you ask, teasing him a little.

there's a moment of silence after that—not awkward, but warm, lingering.

sakura has gone quiet again. you’re both still, the soft hum of your room’s air-conditioning the only sound between you. his gaze flickers to yours for a second, then drops to his hands again. you can see his fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt again, then still, as if trying to gather courage.

the air feels different now —not fever-warm, but tender.

to your surprise, he suddenly raises his head, and fixes his gaze on yours —grey and gold eyes shining under the warm light of your room. looks like he's lost all shyness, even if only for a moment.

“i said i do care about you. not only for a favor.” sakura repeats, now louder. and right after, all the courage he gathered seems to disappear from his body, because he, again, looks away “and i want you to feel better… so that you can, uh, come with and try that omurice im telling you about all the time."

you raise a brow. he does the same, but he looks funny, because his gaze is on the door of the closet —it looks like he's trying to tease your clothes, and not you.

“unless you don’t wanna come, of course, but i assure you you’d be missing the opportunity of a lifetime.” he adds.

a soft chuckle leaves your lips, and you can’t help it —mirroring his, your cheeks turn a pale shade of pink that has nothing to do with the fever that finally starts disappearing. 

since he opened your window, the birds’ whistling fill the room as background noise, sun rays tickling your exposed skin —you have long forgotten the blanket, due to the heat of the apartment, on a corner of your room. 

you’re sitting on the futon now, hands playing with the only compress he didn’t yet fold. you are not really sure of how, or when, has the atmosphere become so intimate, but you feel the need to whisper the next time you talk.

“yeah, sakura.” you say, eyes lingered on his black and white down eyelashes. suddenly, you feel too flustered to look at him in the eyes. 

it's an answer to the question he hasn't yet asked.

“yeah, what?” he asks, looking at you again. “you don’t wanna come?”

you shake your head, then smile sweetly. 

“yeah, i would be missing the opportunity of a lifetime if i didn’t try that omurice you tell about all the time, going on a date with you.”

sakura doesn't respond immediately.

in fact, you’re pretty sure you just broke him —he just stares at you, stunned, as if unsure if whether you just said was real or part of your fever's delirium. but then, very slowly, he smiles.

it's small, shy, but completely sincere. and for a second, it feels as if the warmth in your face isn't from the fever anymore—but from him, and the way he looks at you like you are his opportunity of a lifetime. 

you both stay quiet for a while, wrapped in warmth, in sunlight, in something that feels a lot like a beginning. small smiles in both your faces, as if sharing a secret no one but you know about.

you can’t help but stare. 

he looks so pretty —cheeks tinted pink, two colored hair disheveled, pressed reddish lips due to bashfulness, the collar of his white plain shirt revealing part of his collarbones. 

you had thought he was handsome, the first time you saw him, carrying boxes into his new apartment. then you discovered he was more on the cute side, after getting to know him and learning how sweet he is —even despite his tsundere personality.

as if refuting your trail of thoughts, he breaks the eye contact and you let out a sincere, soft giggle.

“cute.” you say, a smirk on your face.

“shut up.” his face is, again, all red under the black and white frame of his hair. he mumbles “you’re cuter.” 

then he gets up, still avoiding your gaze —that follows him, entertained, as he picks up the empty bowl of soup and carries it to the kitchen. after leaving it on the sink, he takes the medicine and a bottle of water, and passes them to you.

“come on, now, take your meds,” your expression says it everything, disgust clear on your face when he brings the pill to you. he raises both brows, and now it’s his turn to smirk “or, i will not be able to take you on that date you talk about.” 

you groan as a complain, but still take the pill he’s offering you, and swallow it with a long sip of water, obediently. 

as he walks back toward the kitchen, you can’t help but smile softly.

“if this is how you’re going to take care of me, i might have to get sick more often.”

sakura chuckles, and doesn't hesitate before replying —his voice coming lightly from behind the kitchen door, where you can’t see his face.

“are you sure about that?” he calls back  “that’s a shame, ‘cause my mom always said sick people couldn’t get kisses —and i’m not really the type to go against her advice.”

you roll your eyes, grinning, with no comeback on the tip of your tongue at all. he wins this one, surprisingly.

you never thought you’d end up falling for the shy kitty-looking boy next door —but your heart’s not exactly complaining.

masterlist.

pls lmk what u think in the comments, reblogging, through messages, asks or wtv!! feedback is important to me in these first posts and i'd appreciate it a lot 🤲🏼

﹫luvseisagi, may 2025.

[st7rnioioss]

waitt omg i need a fic where girly!reader is accidentally overstimulating skater!chtis 😞 like i CRAVE it rn

SKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, handjob, oral very briefly mentioned, overstimulation, swearing, pet names (baby, angel, pretty), no p in v.

chris’s head was tilted back, eyes stuck to the back of his skull while you kept your pace on his cock, your pretty fingers wrapped around his length. groans and guttural moans we’re being pulled like strings from chris’s lips, leaning forward to look down at you sitting between his legs on the floor, one of his hands messily running through your hair.

your hand was already completely sticky and slick, his cum seeping down the back of your hand while you continued to pump his cock in your fist. “f-fuck, that’s good..” he groaned, feeling the nails of your free hands dig into his thighs, but he paid no mind to it. instead, he stared at you with half-lidded eyes, staring right into your pretty eyes. you even had some of his release on your cheek and chest, but you didn’t look like that was anything you were gonna do something about. “are you close?”

you smiled at his praise, the pad of your thumb gliding over his leaking tip, making him squirm while he nodded. “y-yes.. i- shit, feels so nice,” his thighs were trembling, taking his bottom lip between his teeth with a hiss, one hand squeezing the sheets, the other one buried in your hair. you were way too focused on his dick in your hand, watching the way he’d react and throb between your fingers every time you ran your finger over his tip, increasing your pace just a little with every twitch you felt. “you’re really pretty,” you mumbled. your almost innocent, and so far from sinful words made chris tip over the edge once more. with a loud groan, his white streaks spurted onto your hand and chest for the second time, all while you continued to look at his cock that barely fit in your hand.

quickly, you took a glimpse of him, and you never wanted to look away again. hair stuck to his forehead, sweaty and hot, his cheeks flushed as pink as yours, eyes pinched shut in pleasure. “j-jesus christ,” he stuttered, panting above you while tugging on your hair, making you wince. “s-sorry, m’sorry..” he moaned, your hand not faltering it’s pace, though he was bucking his hips up, trying not to cum on the spot once more.

“it’s okay.. can you do that again?” you timidly asked for what felt like the millionth time, eyes back to staring at his twitching cock. his semen trickled down your hand and palm, making it easier for you to pump your digits up and down. “you’re doing really good, baby,” your chest and tits were painted white too, but it almost went unnoticed by you, too consumed by the sight of his now red tip, sensitive and pulsating. chris was nearly begging not to cum again, his sensitive cock starting to ache and throb with every jerk of your wrist. you leaned in, pressing a few pecks and gentle kisses to the head of his cock. chris shook his head, but you didn’t notice, too busy pumping your hand faster around his dick while kitty-licking his smeary tip, tasting the salty sensation on your tongue. “f-fuck i- angel please, i- c-can’t..” he whined, awkwardly twisting his hand around your wrist to stop you from increasing your pace, the hand in your hair pulling you away from his aching dick.

with furrowed brows and a soft pout, you looked up at him, only to see his barely open eyes, beet-red cheeks, and his chest heaving up and down while he let out heavy breaths. tears were brimming in his eyes, a sight you were sure you’d never seen before, and one you definitely wanted to see again. “o-oh. are you okay, i’m sorry- i didn’t mean to do that, i just- i got ahead of myself, i’m sorry-“ you rambled, letting your hand go of his semi-hard dick to crawl into his lap, immediately cupping the side of his face with your hand that wasn’t completely sticky and nasty.

chris stared at you, his eyes wide and loving when you started kissing his lips and face, peppering kisses anywhere you could. “relax, i’m o-okay. really, it’s no- stop! what are you-“ he laughed, obviously not able to keep up his tough demeanor when you started kissing his lips while he spoke, trailing them down his collarbone and shoulder. your hands rested on his stomach, sucking and nibbling on his collarbone and chest. “that was really hot,” you muttered between kisses, the image of his face just a second prior still stuck in your head. “uh- thank you, it’s my pleasure.” he smiled awkwardly, his head still spinning and turning to mush from the stimulation from before. “i wanna do it again, please?” you smiled with a pink face, finally looking back up at him. chris raised his brows, almost not believing you—but when you tilted your head to the side with a quizzical look, waiting for an answer, he knew you meant it.

“nah.. i, i think it’s my turn, don’t cha?” he smirked, both hands securely holding onto your waist to carry you. a yelp left your lips when he suddenly stood up, securely wrapping your arms around him before he laid you down on the couch. “yeah.. i think it is your turn..”

more skater!chris x girly!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬... lol i hope this was ok!! i loooove this au so much:3

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[sl-vega]

💌 PROJECT: LOVE LIASON!

🌷 - a highschool social media au ll scaramouche x fem! reader -🌷

𝜗𝜚 SYNOPSIS: you're head over heels in love with childe, and scaramouche is (begrudingly) smitten with his "rival" mona. and, by sheer divine coincidence, you both happen to be the best friends of each other's objects of affection, so you strike a deal with each other. if scaramouche helps you ask out childe, you'll set him up with mona. so with the annual spring formal right around the corner, the two of you vow to be each other's wingmans so you can end your junior year on a high note (and maybe even kick off your senior year with a new relationship!). between, scheming, planning, and researching, you and scaramouche find yourselves developing a new relationship via helping each other out. now the real question is whether this friendship will remain as a pure platonic bond, or blossom into something more?

genre: strangers to friends to lovers, friends/classmates to lovers, pair the suitors, smau, high school au, modern au, social media au, crack, comedy

warnings: swearing, crude humour, potentially ooc, keys/kms jokes, suggestive/sensitive content, pictures used are not meant to depict y/n's physical appearance

status: ongoing

side ships: navia x chlorinde

additional notes:

this smau is heavily inspired by toradora (finished it recently and I adored it)

this will get more frequently updated (once the first chapter drops) as I have already made several chapters in advance

taglist is open! as per usual, just send me an ask or comment if you want to be tagged!

💌 means that the chapter contains written material!

dividers by @cafekitsune a + @anitalenia

ᥫ᭡ STARRING:

0.1; retired theater kids // 0.2 abandonment issues personified

PROJECT LOVE LIASON IS IN ACTION!

00-PROLOGUE; fate hates me

ACT ONE; we wing-manning?

01; we need to stop meeting like this - [💌] // 02; stalker! // 03; tag along squad! // 04; next door nuisance - [💌] // 05; mixed signals // 06; girl talk! - [💌] // 07; smitten schemers // 08; operation: first (study) date! - [💌] // 09; devil's advocate - [💌] // [MORE TBA]

ACT TWO; cuz baby, you're a firework!!

[MORE TBA]

ACT THREE; pair the suitors

[MORE TBA]

🎀 - taglist!;

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[taojjang]

𐙚 riize's quiet acts of love .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ masterlist! 𖦹 pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluffy fluff! warnings: so cute u might fall to the floor in tears

ಇ. synopsis: the smallest yet sweetest gestures that let you know he loves you to the end of the world, even without words.

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝ taking photos of you!

you are the most beautiful part of taro’s life. he can’t contain his adoration for you whenever his eyes land on you. even in a crowd of hundreds, his eyes gravitate to you like second nature. but when you’re not around, he misses staring at you so much :( so he got a digital camera to capture every moment with you. it was because of you that he found his passion for photography! you could be getting dolled up for a date when snap! taro's standing behind you with his camera in hand, not to mention that silly smile on his face. "you looked too pretty!" even during simple walks to the corner store, he’ll take out his camera to snap a photo of a silly sticker on a lamppost because it reminds him of you. though that flashing light is irritating as hell, it all becomes worth it when you watch him click away on his camera and beam at your prettiest moments.

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝ keeping you warm/cool!

seok can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable. when you’re sick, it’s like hell for him. so he takes as many precautions as he can to make sure you stay healthy. on the coldest of days, he'll slip hand warmers into your pockets before you leave the house. even if the wind is only strong enough to blow your hair around just a bit, he’ll zip up your jacket and make you keep your hands in your pockets. but when it's scorching hot outside, he'll make sure to charge up a little portable fan to carry around with you. when you pass by stores, he'll always turn to you and ask if you want him to buy a drink to cool you down. seok needs to keep his baby comfy at all times!

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝ giving you the first bite!

food is channie’s love language and there’s only one thing he loves more than a good hamburger: his silly little lover. so of course he’ll prioritize your hunger over his! even when you go out to a restaurant together and he’s all antsy when the appetizers arrive, he’ll put the food on your plate and wait for you to try it before his fork even touches it. he'll impatiently stare at you, gripping the fork in his hand waiting for you to tell him if it's good or not. once you assure him you like it, he'll happily dig in! though he's generous enough to let you take the first bite, he can't guarantee he'll stay away from your food. "can i try some of that..?"

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝ fixing your jewelry!

your heart never fails to flutter whenever you’re caught up in your own business and binnie's hand suddenly brushes against your neck to fix your crooked necklace. during small conversations, wonbin will suddenly grab your hand while you’re talking and begin toying with your rings; sliding them up and down your fingers or twisting the bands. it's comforting to trace you through the silver and gold adorning your pretty frame. he just can't keep his hands to himself when you look so beautiful :(

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝ looking into your eyes!

seunghan can never take his eyes off of you. it’s such a simple yet heart-fluttering habit of his. whenever you’re deep into your work or telling him the most boring parts of your day, he’s always looking into your eyes with so much adoration. his gaze always reassures you how much he loves you and how precious you are to him <3 he also uses his adorably kitty stare to distract you from the fact that he isn’t processing a word you’re saying…

✩ sohee ⸝⸝ buying your favorite snacks!

on the way home from work or to your house, sohee always has to stop by the convenience store or even the bakery to pick up a sweet treat for his sweet baby. he always picks up small details about your preferences; some days you prefer sweet strawberry candies meanwhile on other days, you prefer deep savory brownies. somehow, sohee always knows exactly what you’re craving. “it’s my spidey senses! i’m spiderman!”

✩ anton ⸝⸝ booping your nose!

this one is quite silly but anton always has to boop your nose whenever you’re around. whenever you look irresistibly adorable, anton always lets out a giggle and leaves a delicate tap on your nose. or even when he knows you’re getting a bit angry with him, he’ll boop your nose to briefly take your mind off of it (which never works because it only makes you angrier, but hey! he finds your sulking so adorable..)

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(a/n: got a little carried away with shotaro... whoops 😅 hope u enjoyed!)

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ tag list! (ask or comment to be added!)

@endtostartbreathin @gacktsa @hanninova @ramyeonzprincess @taroddori

[db0xtae]

Winning the Breakup | Chapter 5

- Minho (Xo Kitty) X Reader

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Summary : Y/N, a talented and athletic after an intense breakup, Y/N reluctantly agrees to fake date Minho, to make their exes jealous. What begins as a mutual arrangement soon turns complicated when their fake relationship starts to feel all too real. With humor, bickering, and tender moments, Minho and Y/N's journey proves that sometimes the best way to heal from heartbreak is to allow yourself to fall in love.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Warnings : None

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ WC : 1,001

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Previous Chapter : 4

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ A/N : Hope you enjoy!!!

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Chapter 5: Mixed Signals

The halls of KISS buzzed with energy the next morning as Y/N made her way to her locker. Students were chatting, swapping notes, and preparing for the day’s classes. She was halfway through organizing her textbooks when she heard Minho’s unmistakable voice behind her.

“Good morning, girlfriend,” he drawled, leaning casually against the locker next to hers.

Y/N turned around, giving him an exasperated look. “Do you have to do this everywhere?”

“It’s called commitment,” he replied smugly.

“More like harassment,” she shot back, slamming her locker shut.

Minho chuckled and fell into step beside her as she walked to her first class. “You love the attention. Admit it.”

“I love peace and quiet. Big difference.”

As they turned the corner, they almost collided with Kitty and Yuri, who were deep in conversation. Kitty’s face lit up when she saw them.

“Aw, you two are so cute!” she exclaimed.

Y/N forced a smile, resisting the urge to groan. “Thanks, Kitty.”

“You know,” Yuri added with a smirk, “you two have been the talk of the school. Everyone’s wondering how you went from barely speaking to being inseparable.”

“Destiny,” Minho said smoothly, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

Y/N elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “More like poor decision-making.”

The group laughed, and they all walked to class together. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way Kitty kept glancing at them, her expression a mix of curiosity and approval. It made Y/N feel a little guilty—Kitty genuinely thought they were a couple, and the longer they kept up the charade, the harder it would be to come clean.

Later that afternoon, Y/N sat in the library, attempting to focus on her history notes. Minho had insisted on joining her, despite her protests that she needed to concentrate.

“You know,” she said, not looking up from her textbook, “you’re not required to sit here and stare at me while I study.”

“I’m providing moral support,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

“You’re providing a distraction,” she muttered, flipping a page.

Minho glanced at her notes and frowned. “Do you actually enjoy this stuff?”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Some of us care about our grades.”

“I care about my grades,” he argued.

“Really? Because I distinctly remember you trying to copy my math homework last week.”

“That was a one-time thing,” he said defensively.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. Despite his infuriating personality, there was something oddly entertaining about having Minho around.

That evening, the entire friend group gathered in the common room for a movie night. The couches were packed, with Kitty and Dae cuddled up on one side, Q and Jin sharing snacks, and Yuri scrolling through her phone. Minho and Y/N had claimed the loveseat, much to Y/N’s dismay.

As the movie played, Kitty suddenly paused it and turned to Y/N and Minho. “Okay, I have to ask—what’s the sweetest thing Minho’s ever done for you?”

Y/N froze, her mind racing. She hadn’t prepared for this level of scrutiny. “Uh… sweet?”

“Yeah,” Kitty said eagerly. “Like, has he surprised you with anything romantic? A grand gesture?”

“Of course I have,” Minho said smoothly, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to continue.

“Remember that time I brought you coffee before your big test?” he said, smirking.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. That actually had happened—completely unplanned, but still. She decided to roll with it. “Oh, yeah. That was… nice of you.”

Kitty sighed dreamily. “See? He’s such a good boyfriend.”

Minho shot Y/N a triumphant look, and she fought the urge to smack him.

“Okay, but what about you, Y/N?” Q chimed in. “What’s the sweetest thing you’ve done for Minho?”

Y/N hesitated, scrambling for an answer. “Uh… I helped him with his history essay last month.”

“She saved me,” Minho added dramatically. “I was on the brink of failing, and she swooped in like a knight in shining armor.”

The group laughed, and Y/N felt a pang of guilt. She hated lying to them, especially Kitty, who was practically glowing with excitement over their “relationship.”

The next day, Y/N joined the volleyball team for practice, but this time, the boys’ dance team was rehearsing in the adjacent studio. As Y/N warmed up, she couldn’t help but notice the way Minho’s ex, Madison kept glancing his way during their breaks.

Madison, with her flawless makeup and perfectly styled hair, was clearly trying to get his attention. Y/N wasn’t the jealous type—or so she thought—but something about Madison’s smug little smiles made her blood boil.

Minho, oblivious as ever, caught Y/N staring. He jogged over to the court and leaned against the net. “What’s with the death glare?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, looking away.

“Right,” he said, unconvinced. “You’re totally not mad about Madison flirting with me.”

“I’m not mad,” Y/N said through gritted teeth.

Minho smirked. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” she insisted, spiking the volleyball so hard it hit the floor with a loud thwack.

Minho laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Whatever you say, girlfriend.”

That evening, as they walked back to their dorms, Y/N finally snapped.

“This whole fake dating thing is getting out of hand,” she said, stopping in her tracks.

Minho turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “What are you talking about?”

“Everyone’s starting to believe it,” she said. “Kitty, Yuri, the whole group. And I don’t want to lie to them anymore.”

“So what are you saying?” he asked, his voice unusually serious.

“I’m saying maybe we should end this before it gets more complicated.”

For a moment, Minho didn’t respond. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “If that’s what you want.”

Y/N hesitated, suddenly unsure. But before she could say anything else, Minho turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone under the dim glow of the campus lights.



[thaotaoyao]

𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚊! ︴𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝙿𝚝.𝟷

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜- 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚖𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎(𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢), 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 & 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒(𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢), 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝!𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚝𝚘𝚙!𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 🍒,, ⟶

₊˚ 𓂃˖ 𝜗𝜚 ｡˚₊. ໒ྀི ₊˚⊹˙✧

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢- You convinced Atsushi to transform with just the tiger ears, tail and limbs and get him to wear a collar and muzzle. He's a little embarrassed and reluctant but he he gives in as well as giving you a pleasant surprise.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎- 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 🐯, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

╭───────➤ “I- uhm… isn’t the muzzle a bit too much…?” Atsushi asked hesitantly, looking up at you with his beautiful sunset eyes and a pretty blush. He was kneeling on the floor in front of you. His eyes silently begging for something. “Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’ as you tug on the leash that connected to the cat collar that was on Atsushi’s neck. The tug caused the small silver bell on the collar to ring. “I think you look perfect.” You say as you take in the blush spreading from his cheeks.

You cross your legs as your feet press down on his erection. A part of you wonders if a tiger’s dick is any different and wonders if Atsushi can transform his cock. It takes a while for you to notice that the man was whimpering, so cute. “Do you want something, kitty?" You purr out as you tug the leash, signaling him to crawl onto the couch. You love the way his ears and tail show his emotions. How they flatten against his head when he disagrees with something or was embarrassed or flustered. How his tail curled when he was happy or pleased, or when it started to stand up straight or sway around during times of discomfort and exasperation.

As he crawled onto the couch, his body looming over yours, you gently grabbed his tie in one hand, undoing it before slipping it off. “Sweet kitten, such an obedient pet.” You gently grab his the muzzle and tilt it down, making him look at you. “Tell me kitten, what do you want?” You say with a sultry voice, watching how his tail slightly curls. A silent sign that he was into it.

Atsushi looks at you with an exasperated face. “I want this thing off.” He says, it makes you let out a deep chuckle. “Don’t like it?” Your tone was innocent, as if you didn’t try to pursue him into it. “I think you look dashing.”

Your words makes Atsushi give you an annoyed look with a hint of affection. “If you can give me reasons why… I’ll put it into consideration.” Your slim but long fingers touches Atsushi’s cheek through the muzzle. Atsushi was a detective, you trust that he's able to find a way to entertain you better than seeing him in a muzzle. If, he thinks hard enough. You quite like how the muzzle looks on him. You can’t help but admire how he looks so perfect all locked up. The collar and the muzzle looked perfect on him. A thrill of excitement runs down your spine as you caress the collar on his neck. You flicked the small silver bell to irritate him even more, in a playful way. "Well kitty? Get that brilliant brain of yours working~"

Atsushi takes a second to respond with an offer, but when he does, he gives a determined look while moving down to press the muzzle against your crotch. “I’ll eat you out,” He breathes out, looking at you with desperation that looks like it's going to eat you whole.

A heavy blush crepts on your face and the heat in your stomach starts to stir. “I knew you could come up with something…” You say breathlessly as you spread your legs wider for the man. Your hands reach down to unlock the muzzle. It falls to the floor, forgotten as Atsushi licks up your crotch through your pants. The small bell ringing quietly with every movement from Atsushi. The feeling of your pants getting damp with a hot heat from both side was hot but also very annoying. You wanted them off.

Your back arches unintentionally as your body presses your crotch against his tongue for more. You need more physical contact. More of Atsushi. “Enough…” you pant out as you tug on the leash to catch his attention. “Do it properly, kitten. I know you want a taste.” Your words are impatient. Shamelessly grinding your crotch against his face in the process.

Atsushi seems to get the memo and starts undoing your pants. When he finally slips your pants and underwear off, he doesn't hesitate to press his tongue against your slit. Dragging it down your folds before he pressed his tongue briefly inside. You threw your arms over your head as your back arches into his touch. “F-fuck…Atsushi…” You moan out. The feeling of his hot, soft tongue pressed against your intimate area makes you see stars as he continue to lap you up like a starved man.

The sensation felt amazing. His tongue licks your pussy up with such fervent intensity, it makes you wonder if he was a denied food and water for the entire day with how passionately he licks you up. The room gets filled up with your moans and his soft grunts as you squirm around in his arms. Your legs tremble, clamping down on his head as your toes curl from the sheer pleasure. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping and yanking the white locks while his soft tiger ears brushed your fingers. You knew from previous experiences that yanking on his ears is a bad thing. “Oh- oh god… so good kitten… more, more…”

Atsushi’s hands holds onto your thighs, trying to keep you still as he eats you up like his next meal. His tongue gathers and lather up as much of your slick as he can. He lets out a pleased moan as he tastes your essence before going back in for more. He presses the flat of his tongue against your clit before giving it a sharp suck that makes your body shake. You let out a broken moan as you squirt out a small amount of slick.

Your body falls back on the couch, now more clam but still tattering on the edge of an orgasm. But Atsushi didn’t give you anytime to recover before he goes back in with his tongue.

Your body tenses as your eyes widened when you felt something sharp, something that pokes at your sensitive cunt. You immediately sit up at the feeling, looking down at the man tiger who doesn’t even flinch. “W-wait! What- what was that!? Hey…!” Atsushi doesn’t seem to be reacting, so you yank the leash and force him to look up at you.

The weretiger looks at you like he did nothing wrong. His beautiful sunset eyes stare into yours as his tongue poke out of his lips. Revealing the backward spikes. “B-barbed…?” You mutter out as you examined his tongue. Was this part of his tiger ability? Did tigers have barbed tongues? More importantly, was Atsushi seriously going to eat you out with that? No way that was possible, it would hurt like hell. But you felt a heavy sense of excitement in the process. Your body trembles in mixed emotions as you stared at the tongue with spikes. You lost yourself in your head.

”Uhm… I’ll be gentle..” The sound of Atsushi’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. It seems like he knew what you were thinking when you just stared at his tongue with an uneasy look. The spikes on his tongue were called papillae, which pointed inwards to his throat. If he were to lick you, those spikes could catch against your flesh and you really didn’t want to start bleeding before the good part. But Atsushi, the sweet man, was always so gentle with you. Even now, the claws holding your thigh and waist pressed against your skin but never drew blood. Every time he kissed you with his fangs, suck or bite you, he was always so gentle. It kinda pissed you off a little since you wanted him to be rough, but that gentleness makes it so easy to trust him. After a few seconds of thinking, looking into his sunset eyes, you agreed. Since you were curious.

“Fine…” You lay your body back down on the couch, throwing your arms over your head. “Just be gentle, and slow.” You breath out, your voice going sharp at 'slow'. You brace yourself to feel the drag of those spikes against your intimate area.

When Atsushi presses his tongue against your folds, you immediately tense up, your eyes shut closed as you take a deep breath. Mentally you’re cursing yourself out for agreeing to this. But as Atsushi ever so slowly, and gently ghost his tongue accords your lips, a chill of excitement and fear hits your spine.

Atsushi is sure to be gentle. He ghosts his tongue against your pussy first before pressing it against your folds. You flinch when you feel the outline of the papillae. They were smaller than a tiger’s actual papillae(thank god), but you could still feel the spike’s outline. Your breath hitches as Atsushi runs his tongue slowly down your pussy, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

He could tell you were scared but at the same time, excited with how your body trembled, how you whimpered and how slick you leaked out when it was revealed he had a spiked tongue. Atsushi was slow and gentle, with each lick he added a little bit more pressure to get you used to the feeling. It was starting to become more pleasurable for you as you got used to the papillae.

Your mind started to register the feeling as pleasure, even if your body flinched when it felt the spikes press against your slit. “Ah…Atsushi…” You moan out his name as he started to. Give small sucks to your cunt. ‘His name is so moanable…’ You think. The vowels in his name makes it easy to moan out.

Suddenly, you feel the spikes against your clit. “Ahh! Wait.. wait…!” You called out. The feeling of those mini-spikes against your most sensitive area makes a chill of fear but excitement run down your spine. You finally look down at the man, only to find sliver hair, the black strip of hair and the ears as he focused on your clit

It felt new, scary but all the more exciting. “Stop!- Aaaaastsushi…” You throw your head back as his hand finds his hair. You unintentionally grip his soft ears. Holding them for support. Atsushi lets out a pained grunt, but paid no mind as he softly licked your clit. The sudden stimulation made your body shake as he focuses his administrations on your clit. Licking down so you only feel the outline of it before he licked up slightly to allow you to feel the spikes drag against your nub slightly. It made you let out a broken moan as you focused on trying not to cum right on the spot.

Tears started to dampen your lashes as your body trembled uncontrollably. Another slight drag of his tongue and he had your pussy spasming around nothing as your heart beats faster, causing you to let shaky and uncontrolled breath as you came. Your mind goes completely white, not being able to process anything as your body shook in his arms. Unintentionally pushing your dripping core against his face.

Atsushi seems to notice that you came, so he stopped and instead, crawled up closer to you to lick your tears and drool as softly as he could. Kissing you ever so gently as you rode out the intensity of your orgasm. When you were finally able to gain control of your mind again, your body completely collapsed onto the couch while still panting heavily.

“hey…you okay?” Atsushi’s voice catches your ears. You look at him with you dazed eyes, thinking of how angelic the man was. The looks of an angel and the personality that compliments it. He was always so gentle with you. As comfort, his soft tail wraps itself against your thigh. “Mhm-hm…keep going,” You say breathlessly, watching how Atsushi gives you a warm smile before he moves his body back down between your legs.

You watch as you stick his tongue out, getting ready to penetrate you with it. You know you should feel scared, that your body should’ve tensed up- but after your orgasm, your body easily stays relaxed. As if it trusts the man tiger wholeheartedly. Your grip on his leash loosens as you lay there limblessly. Waiting to feel those spikes graze against the insides of your pussy. When he sticks his tongue in, you instinctively tense a little. But you felt no spikes.

You look down with hazed eyes and saw parts of his tongue that was still visible. It seemed that the detective transformed his tongue back to normal just to eat you out properly without causing you pain. How sweet. He’s always so sweet. So you reach your hands down to hold his hair and gently pet him as he fucks you with his tongue.

The man was always so skilled with his tongue. He grabs your thighs with his large claws, being gentle enough so they don’t pierce your skin, but you could still feel the sharpness of it. He lifts you up so he has better access. The weretiger spreads your cunt open with each thrust, with each delicious lick. Your moans fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his tongue against your wet pussy.

When Atsushi was done, your body was on the verge of another orgasm. “More…just a little more…” You need just a little more to reach another orgasm. A little more of that skilled tongue of his. But he just lets out a soft, hearty chuckle as he licks his lips, tasting the remnants of your slick. “Don’t be so greedy,” He softly says. Kissing your thigh as he rubs his growing bulge against your pussy. “If you come too much, you’ll have no energy for me.” He said, looking like a puppy despite being a cat. Or a tiger.

You let out a mumbled 'yes' as your hips moved to rub yourself against him, feeling his clothed erection against your wet folds. Atsushi let out a soft chuckle at your eagerness. You swear you hear him muttering something along the lines of ‘cute’ or ‘adorable’, but you don't pay too much attention. You’re far too focused on the aching need of your pussy.

Atsushi was taking too long doing whatever he was doing and you were getting impatient laying there while he stared. So you tug at the leash in your hand, yanking him forward and causing the bell to jingle. He let out a surprised yelp. “Now!” You growl out, not caring if you sounded a little bit too desperate.

The weretiger seems to finally get the memo as he gives you a curt nod before flipping you over on your stomach. You don’t know why he needs to flip you over at all and think it was a waste of time. Also, you kind of wanted to see his cute tiger ears and his soft fluffy tiger tail curl out of happiness from fucking you. But whatever. As long as he’s going to fuck you, you don’t really care as of right now and plan to get what you want sometime later.

His tiger arm grabs your waist, engulfing it completely as he lifts you up to present yourself. If you’re being honest, it’s embarrassing being in this position. But all of that embarrassment washes away when you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. Your body can’t help but wiggle itself, trying to tempt and lure the man behind you as you reach for a throw pillow for some support.

Finally, the detective starts pushing his head inside. It makes you let out a drawn out and wanton moan around the intruding member. The more he pushes, the more you realize something. Small bumps were pressing against the insides of your pussy. Is his cock barbed too? Sure you were wondering about it but you forgot to ask, and he didn't warn you ahead of time. Your experience with Atsushi confirms your suspicion that tigers do in fact have babred tongues and- that. You immediately shove your head in your pillow. You do NOT want to be thinking about animals right now. Not when the beast behind you was stretching you beyond your wildest dreams or fantasies.

You gave a sharp tug to his leash, catching his attention but unintentionally forcing more of his stupid large barbed cock deeper. “Ahngh! Atsushi! You didn’t tell me you had a barbed cock!” You hear a slight whine from the man, which makes you snap your head back to see his cat- tiger, ear flatten against his head. “You were the one who wanted me to partially transform… since you enjoyed my tongue so much- I thought you might enjoy this.” He softly said. Sounding too innocent for someone who didn't warn you about having some kind of monster cock. But seeing him so guilty and soft made your heart soften. You release your tight grip on his leash as your body relaxes. “You seriously gotta stop surprising me…” You groaned, but there was a hint of affection. Atsushi gives you a soft hearty chuckle as he rubs circles on your waist and back with his massive tiger hands. You relax so easily into his touch.

Once Atsushi notices that your body starts to relax again and that you gave him a go ahead, he starts to slowly push inside again. His bell slightly ringing. He was trying to be gentle, but the slow drag of his cock made you feel everything with way much more detail. Every single bump on his cock, the absolute sheer size of his cock and every vein. Atsushi was trying to be gentle but unintentionally made you overstimulated on touch alone.

It took ages of Atsushi slowly pushing in, stopping to give you both a breather, uncontrolled trembling and flutters of your pussy before he finally bottomed out inside of you. There were still a few centimeters left but it was all you could take. You felt completely filled to the brim, your body shaking even though he didn’t do much, and your mind on the brink of consciousness and going absolutely blank. You swore you had some sort of belly bulge with how filled you felt.

“hey…” Atsushi called out, pressing kisses against you the nape of your. “hey…are you okay? Want to keep going?” His voice was always so soft, even if he had the body of a beast. You tugged on his leash and pushed yourself against him, rubbing his cock deeper into you. It was your way of saying ‘yes’ to his questions. Sometimes you wished he was more rough with you, but you’re extremely thankful that he’s always so gentle with you and checks in with you.

“Keep going… don’t you ever stop…not until you come.” Your words are breathless and needy. You need him, need him to quell the aching need of your pussy but you know you’ll get fucked stupid. So you don’t want to be pulled out of subspace because he was unsure of himself. Not right now anyways.

“O-okay…” His soft voice cuts into your ears one more time before he starts to drag his cock out of your fluttering hole. He. Slowly pushed back in, slightly, before pulling back. That way, he could fuck deeper and deeper into you with small thrusts so you could get used to the feeling of the bumps on his cock and the size of it in general.

You usually prefer it when he’s more rough, but with how slow he is, you could feel everything and that was even more intense than if he’d just shove his monster cock inside you. The way he was fucking you right now makes your eyes roll back, makes you let out needy and pitched whimpers, how needy and desperate it made you. It was incredible how he was able to make you feel like this, because only he could give you this feeling. Only Atsushi was able to do this. “More…more, more, MORE!” You scream out as you impatiently push yourself against him, pushing his cock deeper into you.

Atsushi immediately gripped your waist harder, trying to keep you still. His sharp claws slightly punctured your skin, but you don’t even notice it. Instead, you let out a broken cry as he stopped you. “Shhh…not yet, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You hate how gentle his voice is. How soft and caring he sounds as if he isn’t torturing you with his cock. He knows what he’s doing. He’s not stupid. And he’s enjoying seeing you whimper, whine, and cry out in desperation for him.

He started to give longer and deeper thrusts, but still going agonizingly slow that it makes you go insane in all the good ways. Eventually, he started to pick up speed, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, his damn bumps always hitting and stimulating your prostate. It makes you scream, and let out loud erotic moans each time. Not even caring if anyone hears anymore. Which of course, makes Atsushi grab your head with his insanely large claws and press your head against the pillow you were clutching. “Quiet…quiet down.” He growled out, sounding almost inhuman.

He fucks into you harder, deeper and faster. It makes you see stars, has your pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, your body shaking and trembling under his hold. The onslaught on your pussy has you screaming with pure pleasure.

Atsushi let out soft groans and grunts as he fucks into you like a starved beast. Rutting himself against you like an animal in heat. The intensity of his thrusts, stretching your cunt impossibly wide as the wet sounds of his cock driving into your pussy fills the room.

You lost count of time, of how long he’s been fucking you and if you even came or not. All you can feel is the dampness of the pillow pressed against your face, where you’ve been drooling and the intense overstimulating pleasure that has you high on ecstasy. There was a large pool of slick pooling underneath you and getting your thighs and Atsushi’s cock wet, making it easy to slid in and out despite his large size.

Atsushi feels his balls tighten and a heat pooling in his stomach. It makes his thrust more sloppy and he fucks to you more frantically, chasing his climax. When he finally comes, he drives into you one more time, deeply before pulling out before releasing his load onto your back and ass with an inhuman growl.

Atsushi threw his head back as he grips onto your waist, panting heavily, trying to calm down from his high as you flopped onto the pillow, your back aching even higher, presenting your cum covered ass and well fucked pussy to him. Your mind was blank and hazy, filled with intense pleasure.

It took you both a while to come down from your highs. Atsushi gained control of his mind before you did. All you knew was that he left you, sine you don’t feel his tiger claws on your body anymore and his leash slipped out of your hands.

When you are finally able to gain back a little bit control of your mind and body, you let your body fall down onto the couch fully, feeling the dampness you created on the couch. You knew you defiantly came more than once throughout that intense fucking session. But the man fucked you so good. Overstimulated you to the point you didn't know if you came or not during the intense moment.

Suddenly, you felt a damp towel press against your back, snapping you out of your thoughts. You let out a pleased moan as the slightly cold towel calmed down your body as you felt it rub up and down your back.

“Flip over… I’ll clean you up.” Atsushi said. You lazily roll onto your back, spreading your legs so he could Len you better. “Always such a gentleman.” You lazily purr out, watching how a blush comes across his pale face. “Of course.” He wipes you down and you notice he transformed his limbs back to normal and his ears and tail went away. ‘Disappointing’, you thought. You quite like his feline features. They reflect his emotions easily and makes him easy to read. You notice that he still wore the cat collar with the ridiculous silver bell and didn't even bother to take off the leash. How strange. He was a strange person in general.

You eventually drift off to sleep as Atsushi wipes you down with his soft touch and gentle administration. You trust him to take care of you while you’re vulnerable. You always trust him.

[jamglii]

"FUCK IMNA HAUNT YOU FOREVER DOLL"... : HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ( 024 )

𝜗𝜚 warnings ;; suggestive, ooc ( ? ), yandere-ish behavior.

𝜗𝜚 incl ;; ghost boy nagi

𝜗𝜚 an's ;; start of my halloween 'week'

ghost!nagi who notices your presence as soon as you enter the previously vacant house, observing you closely as you set the boxes down making your way up to your room where you set down a few personal belongings.

ghost!nagi whos presence remains a secret for quiet some time as he's learned over the years that humans dont take too kindly to sudden appearances from supernatural beings.

ghost!nagi who starts by giving you little signs, bumping things over and misplacing some of your belongings, who starts too increase these hints when you take well to the little mishaps, writing pecurious words on the fog of your bathroon mirror and even leaving little sticky notes of his presence untill finally...

"if theres a ghost really living he—" you hardly got the chance to finish your sentence before the spoon you were using for your cereal was knocked out of your hand and clattered loudly onto the floor.

you froze, practically shaking in your hello kitty pajamas as you glanced all around the room frantically. you gulped. "a-are you friendly?"

instead of answering nagi simply phased through the table and appeared on the other side, crossing his arms over his pale shoulders. "very."

you jumped, clutching your invisible pearls and staring at the creature, trying to make sense of what you were looking at. the 6'2 giant was half phased into your table, his white hair flowing gently from a mysterious wind as his peircing grey eyes scanned over your mortal body.

"are you that one thats been stealing my things?" you asked cautiously pointing a finger at the ghost.

nagi raised an eyebrow, "oh you noticed?" and your eye twitched at that, did he think you were slow? "i noticed when you started knocking my things over!"

"seriously?!" he asked, a bit too excited for to liking.

"yes really!" nagi phased closer towards you and your chair screeched as you scooted back. he leaned forward so that you back was touching the wall like this was the best day of his life, and now looking back on it, in his ghostly pale eyes, it probably was.

ghost!nagi who watches you in your sleep, peering at your ryhmic breathing and feeling his glass heart swell wuth adoration

ghost!nagi who is glad he kept his real body for such a long time, who gladly possesssses his old body just too feel the warmth on your skin and your fingernails through his hair

ghost!nagi who was already a clingy ghost is an even clingier halfa, wrapping hus arms around your waist any chance he gets, forcing you to sit on his lap seemingly gor no apparent reason

ghost!nagi who apparently died from a carcrash on the way too a soccer game, tradegy indeed.

ghost!nagi who throws a fit when you have too leave insisting there are more convenient ( and efficient!! ) ways too charge your energy back ( he goes on and on about something called salivary exchange but you don't buy it )

ghost!nagi who wishes he'd learned more useful skills in his previous life so that you'd stay home more often, ( although you absence does make for good times too sniff your shirts and hump your pillows )

who is completely distracted from the halloween movie you recommended and can only stare into at your soul in hopes that one day you'll let him bind his filthy one too yours.

[bunnylove1]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 .ᐟ ౨ৎ

౨ৎ. Grace. ?! age 𐙚 : 19 prns ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 : she/they likes ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : btd, tpof, VN, the beach, sweet foods the Color red and pink! Spicy foods, large kitty’s, and sea animals

Dislikes ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : rude people, salty food, wasps, large dogs. The Color orange and yellow. Big crowds and public speaking

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Fandoms I will write: my dear hatchet man, somethings wrong with sunny day jack, tpof, btd, tkatb, 14 days with you, cod. ⌗ . DNI! : minors, pedos, proshippers, people who push boundaries. Rapist and act (just no bad people please.) I will wright ₊˚⊹ ᰔ : smut, angst as long as it ends in fluff and fluff!

⋆. 𐙚 extra : I will not write about, piss, scat, underage sex, vomit, heavy rape, heavy suicide, detailed self harm, incest. I can try too write male readers but not for smut cause it’s hard for me too write. I usually use fem or gender neutral readers

Fell free too ask me any questions! I’m always open :D Thank you for listening pumpkins ! Have a good night/day! >ᴗ<

[doll-desires]

Why am I late to the party, I didn't know TicciJeff was a ship, 😭 I gave them a sibling dynamic in my story, Bittersweet. Excerpt down below.

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"Hey bastard child, catch the fuck up." Jeff retorts, he grabbed him by his collar, stringing him along. As they trailed behind Zalgo, Toby just stared at the back of Jeff's head. Sighing as Woods was probably the only one who would survive his grizzly attack if he snapped in that regard simply because he couldn't ever bring himself to it. Hurt him of all members. Or even face him.

Jeff always played a brotherly role, even down to the way he'd bully or pick fights with Toby when the two were younger, as the two aged though, Woods' anger and discontent settled, he became less impulsive, less rigid, less mean. His anger became fierce and deadly silent, an invisible companion. Toby thinks he might even be the best fighter amongst their group; he's quick with a blade, and even quicker without one. It was an acknowledgement.

"Would you betray me?" Toby suddenly asks.

Jeff hadn't answered immediately, the members were just a few more feet up ahead compared to them, and he gave him a blunt, "No."

That relieved Rodgers for a second or so before the man followed up with, "But I'd murder you in an instant if you dare betray me." His icy demeanor remains the same. Always so cold, calculative, and honest.

Toby replies with an awkward "N-nice to know."

"I'd kill for you though."

Woods hadn't said anything else after that, he trudged along in total silence. That sort of thing mind boggled Toby, over the years everyone considered Jeff an anomaly, one of the most rebellious out of all of them. The younger even recalls when Jeff became a proxy in the first place, overhearing about how he managed to last in a fight against Slenderman himself and last.

It was crazy, he found it hard to believe at first but when he saw the one and only video that some strange girl uploaded, that forest fire which came during their feud. Stirred controversy. It's because of that event, the world seemed to shift, fearing them while trying to convince themselves they weren't real, a conspiracy or urban legend. Woods simply placed them on the map, barely turning 14 at the time of doing so.

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I hope you enjoyed that, I will be writing more here, in all types of ways. However, my main blog is @pill-kitti and my art blog is @lowqkitti ♥︎ Down below is a link to the book if you are interested. However, be aware that I do use touchy subjects at the center and as inspiration within my stories, my own interpretations of former experiences, they're more intended for a mature audience.

I typically aim to be raw and curious within my pieces, testing my own limitations, and using what was once considered triggering as a form of self therapy. Honestly, that's also why I enjoy creepypasta, or occult related content in general. Anyhow, if you did read thankyou!!

Tell me about your own thoughts, if you write how does it make you feel? And as for ship dynamics what are some of your favorite pairs?

Link to the story: https://www.wattpad.com/1411858514?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=HEROINELACE

[calicogabriel]

INTRO ★

PERSONAL INFO

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ my name is ashlee , you can call me lee or anything you want rlly

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ im 15 , my birthday is in march (im an aries 4w5 if you care about that sort of thing)

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ i really don't care what you refer to me as , she , he , idrm .

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ im american ( CDT - central daylight time )

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ dni: not really alot, neo-nazis, racists, homophobes, you get the gist. Dylann Roof fans... gulp..

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ i am tcc, i do NOT condone. i dont really have alot of favorites, eric&dylan mostly, im researching a lot of stuff rn so bear with me i probably don't know stuff guys i learn as i go :3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ im bisexual, male leaning (i have a gf she's amazing) and poly

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ socials: (add me whenever you want. i really dont care )

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ I can be kind of dry in text sometimes i usually just match the general energy of the other person, and i can say some wild stuff sometimes so uhh heads up i guess. i talk alot

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ i have a signature sign off sort of, if you see an ask with horrible grammar and a 💚 it's probably me..

I ♡ ....

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ music: nirvana, KMFDM, NIN, Depeche Mode, Crystal Castles, RATM, She Wants Revenge, Blink 182, Will Wood, Pink Floyd, Ke$ha, The Killers, The Smashing Pumpkins, Tyler The Creator, Queen, Childish Gambino, MCR, Panic!, ABBA, Deftones, Type O, RAMMSTEIN, Foo Fighters, The Black Keys, Arctic Monkeys, SOAD, Korn, Limp Bizkit, Kittie, Of Monsters And Men, yap yap (i listen to alot of music)

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ movies/shows: Law & Order: SVU, Zero Day, Zero Hour, Cold Case Files, Forensic Files, (are you seeing a theme here?) The Great British Baking Show, Shameless, IT, S.W.A.T., Halloween, Terrifier, RENT, Benny & Joon, Mamma Mia!, Beetlejuice, The Addams Family. . .

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ hobbies: skating, writing, playing with my friends (roblox usually), entertaining my animals, shopping for clothes, scrapbooking, makeup, baking, dying my hair (is that a hobby?), learning card/board games, Sudoku, puzzles,

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ sports: Marching band, (I play the Mellophone), tennis, cross country, volleyball, billiards

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ general: MY GIRLFRIEND, my friends, my pets, my family, cal gabriel <3

UHHH yeah thats it, i feel like i've been on tumblr a while and haven't really had a formal intro so yeah :3

p.s. I used @naturalbornluvr for reference during this , uh shes really funny go folllow her blog :3

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ♡♡♡

[sl-vega]

07; smitten schemers

project: love liason! - a scaramouche smau

additional notes:

childe being a therapist friend is something that you would have to pry from my cold, DEAD, hands

yeah him being comic relief bestie is fun and all but sometimes we want MORE than that

in case you couldn't tell i love childe

DAILY UPDATES MAKING A COMEBACK LET'S GOOOO

i'm so sorry that the chapters have been so plot heavy and humour dry as of late i'm SORRY

but it's certainly an improvement from previous works >:D

chapters might be coming a bit slower after this one tho cuz i have a test to study for, but after that i'll go back to the grind

𝜗𝜚 SYNOPSIS: you're head over heels in love with childe, and scaramouche is (begrudingly) smitten with his "rival" mona. and, by sheer divine coincidence, you both happen to be the best friends of each other's objects of affection, so you strike a deal with each other. if scaramouche helps you ask out childe, you'll set him up with mona. so with the annual spring formal right around the corner, the two of you vow to be each other's wingmans so you can end your junior year on a high note (and maybe even kick off your senior year with a new relationship!). between, scheming, planning, and researching, you and scaramouche find yourselves developing a new relationship via helping each other out. now the real question is whether this friendship will remain as a pure platonic bond, or blossom into something more?

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[taojjang]

𐙚 lonely together ᯓ p.wb.ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day eighteen! pairing: wonbin x barista!reader, genre: fluff! warnings: y/n is such a scrooge!

synopsis: the holidays are the loneliest time of the year for you. having no one to spend christmas with, you decided to pick up a shift. who would've known working overtime would save you from spending another year alone.

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nothing about christmas brought you joy.

to you, christmas was just another day. you had no one to buy gifts for, no one to get gifts from, no one to sit with by the christmas tree, no one to stay with you.

after moving away from your family to study abroad, you could no longer differentiate your days. monday was no different than saturday, morning was no different than night. every day was the same excruciatingly repetitive schedule: waking up, studying, attending classes, working, then sleeping and repeating it all the next morning.

this christmas was no different. with no school and no one to spend the day with, all you could do was rot in bed and watch the stupid couples run around in the snow outside your apartment window. those stupidly in-love couples always made you want to gag. you hated seeing them happily strolling around with their arms linked. so of course the holiday season was the least enjoyable.

after enough doomscrolling on tiktok, you decided you needed something to do before your loneliness drove you insane. so you turned to the only people you had: the cats. you've been working at a cat cafe for a few months now, and you'd never trade that job for anything. it was always so tranquil being able to make money by brewing up silly little drinks and playing with cats. so you picked up a shift.

after greeting all 7 of your kitty friends, you sat behind the counter and waited for the customers to enter. but the longer you waited, the more unbearable your loneliness grew. of course, nobody came. most people would spend time with their families on a day like this. you reminded yourself. before you knew it, your shift was over without a single person stopping by to wish you a merry christmas. so you bid the kitties a good night and stepped outside to close the shop.

as you slid the key into the door, your hands froze in fear as you heard rapid footsteps and a frantic voice calling out to you. "excuse me!" swiftly turning around, your shoulders lost their tension as your eyes met the owner of the voice. ahead of you was a timid-looking boy with long, shaggy hair. "yes..?" you replied, nervously backing closer to the door. the boy scratched the back of his head and stuttered, "are you.. closed?" you looked down at the key in your hand and nodded. "yes, we close at 8pm." the boy sighed in defeat and bowed a farewell to you, turning around and walking off with his head down.

the sullen look that radiated off of him began rubbing off on you. it was rare to see someone alone on christmas. it's just for today. you muttered to yourself before stepping forward. "you could come in if you'd like." the boy stopped in his tracks and turned to you with a completely different expression, his eyes ten times brighter and the corners of his lips lifting into an excited smile. you felt a weird feeling bubbling in your stomach the second your eyes met his. somehow, the gloomy overcast began slowly lifting from above your head. "really..?" he asked, taking small steps forward. your lips returned the smile as if they had a mind of their own. you nodded and opened the door for him, watching him excitedly skip inside.

you went inside and took off your jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. expecting him to do the same, you turned around and held your hand out to accept his coat, but he ran straight to the cats. you forced back a chuckle as he clicked his tongue and sang "hello!" to the cats. he sat on the floor and began petting the kitties with his smile growing noticeably wider. standing at the doorway, you put your hands behind your back and asked, "is there anything you'd like to order?" the boy looked up at you and asked with a gentle glint in his voice, "could i just have an iced americano?" smiling, you nodded and proceeded to the bar to brew a coffee just for him.

once you returned to the lounge with two drinks, the boy was seated on the floor, petting one of the cats on its tummy. you placed the tray of drinks on the coffee table beside him and hummed, "here you are~" the boy looked up at you with his appreciation displayed in his eyes. he gratefully accepted the drink with both hands, thanked you, and returned to the cats. before you could leave to give him alone time, his voice froze you in your path. "thank you for letting me in. i really appreciate it." you turned to face him and bubbled, "my pleasure." swallowing a sip of coffee, he looked down with uncertainty. "may i ask why you're working on a day like this..?" he asked, avoiding your gaze. you suppressed a sigh and took a seat across from him, calling over one of the cats to sit on your lap. after taking a deep breath you explained, "i don't really like christmas. i don't have anyone to celebrate it with, so i chose to pick up a shift to make the day pass a bit faster." as his head turned to face you, you noticed a shift in his gaze. the longer his gaze lingered on you, the softer it grew. "i also am alone this christmas. i guess that's why we're both here, huh..."

something about this guy was so captivating. the few words he exchanged drove softly into your ears, making your heart patter a bit faster than before. so you kept drawing words from his pretty voice, asking, "if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" his lips curled into a soft smile. "i'm wonbin. park wonbin." the ring of his voice stringing from his lips left a remarkable impression on you. looking down at your hands and smiling to yourself, you murmured, "it suits you." warmth rising to his face, wonbin laughed with a flustered smile, "thank you," looking down at the name tag on your apron, he continued, "i think yours suits you too, y/n." hearing your name on his lips felt like a gentle melody to your ears. it was almost enticing to have your name in his mouth. you couldn't understand why wonbin felt so fascinating when you'd only known him for 10 minutes, but you did know how much you wanted to know him.

"so, why are you spending this christmas alone?" you asked, bringing the straw up to meet your lips. wonbin hummed and ran his fingers along the soft fur of the cat sprawled out ahead of him. "i live apart from my family and i'm not able to go out of town since i'm busy with work. all of my friends are spending today with their families. well don't get me wrong, i would too. but i just don't have anyone to spend the day with. so i chose to spend it with these little guys." you chuckled as wonbin tapped the heads of the three cats in front of him. "actually, me too. i'm studying abroad right now and i don't have many friends here yet, so i've had to spend the past few christmases on my own. but this year i have the cats so it's a bit more bearable!" wonbin giggled and put his drink down beside him to immerse himself in conversing with you.

the more you spoke, the more wonbin wanted to hear. the way you shared silly stories with him was entertaining yet relaxing. from being with you, he felt the burden of being alone for the holidays melt. but as the moon shone through the window, you remembered your responsibility of closing for the night. "ah, i completely forgot we're closed..." you muttered, looking at the analog clock sitting on the shelf. wonbin shifted in his seat and faltered, "should i go..?" you stood up and dusted off your pants. "we should leave before i hear it from my boss tomorrow." wonbin smiled with a peculiar disappointment to his expression. he tossed his empty cup in the trashcan and pulled his jacket over his shoulders. "well uh, it was really nice talking to you, y/n." he awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pocket and looked at you with slight gloom. you nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "i enjoyed being with you too, wonbin. thank you for spending today with me!" wonbin bowed and turned on his feet to head out the door. but once he lingered in the doorway, he felt something tugging at his heart. turning to meet your eyes, wonbin spoke with pink-flushed cheeks, "would you like to have dinner together? you know... for the holidays." you couldn't ignore the fluttering feeling emanating from your chest. "i'd love to."

you didn't expect to leave your overtime shift hand-in-hand with a new friend.

nor did you expect to be saved from spending another christmas alone.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ tag list! (ask or comment to be added!)

@endtostartbreathin @gacktsa @hanninova @ramyeonzprincess @taroddori

[aesthet]

⋆˚࿔ 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂tober 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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Hi hi! this is my first time participating in Kinktober. I hope you'll have a fun time reading this, and of course feedbacks are very much welcome! For the 31st, let me know what y'all wanna see

(the update on the list might be long because, I'm quite busy)

Happy reading~!

-nia.

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Day 1

A Painter's Drug 𓍢ִ໋🀦

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`.𖤣𖥧:✧˚.🎨🖌⋆𖧧₊⁺

tags: [Rafayel LaDs x fem!reader], [switch!rafayel], [aphrodisiac], [experimenting on unknown plants], [fingering], [p in v], [desperate Rafayel], [whiny Rafayel], [2 rounds], [petname: pretty boy], [begging], [bulging kink], [big cawk]

Summary: Rafayel is having an art block and decided to scroll on his social media and that's when he came across a particular plant thought it would make a good paint, so after finding the plant, he brought it home. Little did he know the effects he'll get if he experiments with the plant.

https://www.tumblr.com/aesthet/764020923067252736/a-painters-drug?source=share

‌Day 2

A Moving Memory [◉¯]

˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜

tags: [Gojo Satoru x fem!reader], [childhood best friends to lovers], [fantasizing], [confession], [downbad!Gojo], [downbad!reader], [unexpected reunion], [p in v], [subby!reader], [flashback], [tipsy sex], [nipple play], [pussydrunk!gojo], [gojo has cuteness aggression towards the reader]

Summary: Gojo and you were childhood bestfriends, both of you parted ways. And after years, the both of you have grown up and finally came across each other’s path. How is my childhood best friend so hot? they asked themselves.

https://www.tumblr.com/aesthet/765141473636335616/a-moving-memory?source=share

‌Day 3

Coquettish Kinda Gal (｡- .•) ᵎᵎ

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ💕✧˚.🫦⋆ﾟ＊

tags: [Nanami Kento x fem!reader], [flirty!reader x flustered!nanami] to [flirty!nanami x flustered!fem!reader], [p in v], [teasing], [tables turned], [pent up], [brat taming], [blindfold], [co-workers to lovers]

Summary: Your stoic co-worker is just so irresistible!. Polite, caring, and not to mention hotter than Lucifer’s anus after 69 rounds with his sinners. But there’s just one teensy tiny problem, he keeps dodging your flirty comments like how a dead beat dad avoids child support. Guess you’ll have to keep pushing his buttons until he cracks.

Day 4

Wild Card 🃁๋ ๋࣭⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺⋆⭒˚.⋆

tags: [Sylus LaDS x fem!reader], [bet], [strip card game], [tease], a little bit of [spit roast], [brat taming], [bratty!reader], [brat tamer!sylus], [p in v]

Summary: The day was slower than usual, the both of you aren’t busy. And the both of you are vey bored and don't know what to do, why not come up with different ways to spice up the simple Kitty card game?

‌Day 5

Damn You On The Edge Of The Bed, You 'boutta Fall Off 🛏⁺˚₊‧

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆🛏️⭑.ᐟ

tags: [one bed trope], [timid!neuvillette], [bold!reader], [subby!neuvillette], [inexperienced!neuvillette], [praise], [gentle], [vanilla], [p in v], [teaching neuvillette]

tags: Being Neuvillette’s assistant requires you to be by his side at any given moment, even on business trips. So on a trip to Liyue to discuss some cultural exchange events, the both of you decided to stop and take a rest at the famous Wangsuu Inn and uh-oh! there’s only one room left with one king sized bed, the both of you had no choice but to share a room and a bed.

‌Day 6

Wave of Warmth 🕯🌡

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡♨️. 🌡️⊹ ◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑

tags: [huddle for warmth trope], [Geto Suguru x fem!reader], [near a fireplace], [cockwarming], [teasing], [bratty!reader], [degradation], [p in v], [overstimulation], [brat tamer!geto]

Summary: The Winter season in Tokyo have been really brutal these days, so of course you prepared and ordered a kotatsu for the both of you. But turns out the shipment is delayed by three days due to the snow that fell earlier than usual and this caused a lot of roads, and buildings to be blocked by ice and snow. The both of you are huddled together in front of the fireplace. But the heat from the fire isn’t enough. You need something warmer, to warm you from inside and out.

‌Day 7

Flustered Jester♠️✶⋆.˚

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆🤹⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

tags: [Alhaitham x fem!reader], [jokester!reader], [𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!reader], [flirty, bold!reader] to [flustered!reader], [p in v]

Summary: Some people have called you a clown, because of the limitless jokes or innuendos that come out of your mouth. Making people laugh like royalty, except one. The Scribe of the Akademiya who is very stoic and strict, but you see him as a challenge. There are many times where he would seem impressed by the flirty jokes you threw at him and you want to see this man react differently than a scoff or a smirk.

‌Day 8

A Tight Case ˖⌕ ۫ . ˖

⋆˚｡⋆🕵🏻‍♂️.°⛧

tags: [rivals to lovers], [Shikanoin Heizou x fem!reader], [detectives], [working together], [spit roast], [bickering], [flirty!heizou], [switch!heizou], [switch!reader], [degradation], [p in v], [cnc]

Summary: It’s a tough competition in the detective world, where reputation plays a big role. And Shikanoin Heizou is your biggest enemy, the cocky and smug detective keeps getting away with everything and sometimes even solving cases you’ve been on for awhile. One day a strange case had your brain fried, your manager offered to work with one of the best detectives in the city, Shikanoin Heizou.

‌Day 9

It Takes Two To Tango 𓀤𓀥

♪⋆⭒˚💃🏻🕺🏽*.⋆♪

tags: [Jing Yuan x fem!reader], [undercover agents], [ambiguity], [fancy party], [reward], [downbad!Jing Yuan], [downbad!reader], [fighting together], [p in v]

Summary: “He’s a white haired guy with a buff build- you know what you’ll know him when you see him-” are the last words you hear from your teammate who got his connection cut the moment you enter the party, looking for the man that is supposedly there to help you with retrieving the stolen artifact. But how on earth am i going to find a guy like that in a crowd with old people who have white hair?!

‌Day 10

His Favorite Flower❀˖°

༘⋆✿˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌼˚˖𓍢ִ˚.۶ৎ

tags: [Zayne LaDS x fem!reader], [florist!zayne], [softdom!zayne], [flower enthusiast!reader], [praise], [inexperienced!reader], [experienced!zayne], [p in v], [fingering]

Summary: For as long as you live, you've been more interested and fascinated by the flora instead of the fauna. Even though you love bith of them, but with your schedule and living space, you can't adopt a pet so you resulted in plants. And recently there is a new flower shop that opened up and you've overheard multiple times that the owner is really handsome. So you decided to check it out one day.

Day 11

‌The Sweetest Fruit In The Garden 🥭⋆˙⟡

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍇 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

tags: [Kaeya Alberich x fem!reader], [Rosaria cameo], [reader is Rosaria's sister]. [sister's best friend]. [home alone], [flirty kaeya], [fingering], [teasing], [praise]

Summary:  It’s no secret that Kaeya and Rosaria are best friends, they hung out at the bar, parties and sometimes even go to concerts. It is also no secret that Rosaria has a little sister who’s just the sweetest thing Kaeya had ever laid his eyes on. And ever since you moved into a new space, Rosaria would often stay in your place and that caused Kaeya to see you almost every time. What happens when Rosaria leaves to do some errands, leaving the two of you alone?

Day 12

Salt and Pepper ☯︎˚⊹

⁺˚⋆｡°🧂₊🫙°｡⋆˚⁺

tags: [CEO!ratio], [assistant!reader], [sun & moon], [right-brained!reader], [left-brained!ratio], [stress relief], [cnc], [Topaz, Aventurine cameo], [rough], [spanking], [degradation], [edging], [overstimulation]

Summary: Salt and Pepper, two completely different flavors and yet they work so well together. Just like you and the Dr. Veritas Ratio himself, a man who runs on logical thinking, a same and familiar flavor like salt and you who runs on thinking outside of the box, a bit of surprise when it comes to the amount like pepper. But what happens when one day, you did something so unexpected that it can’t help but completely frustrate the Doctor, causing him to snap and take his frustrations out of you.

Day 13

A Mechanic's Hyperfixation 🛠∘˙

✮ ⋆˚｡🦾⋆｡°✩

tags: [mechanic!reader], [boothill is under maintenance], [oblivious!reader], [smug!boothill], [robot body parts], [downbad!boothill], [sex w/robot ;]

Summary: Though you’re a new and young mechanic in Penacony, you have quite the skills. Being skilled in fixing just about anything until you met a cyborg who has a complete robot body except for his head, who came to you after he noticed some of his gears aren’t working. Seeing the man, you can’t help but gawk at his inner workings and he quickly becomes your new hyperfixation.

Day 14

Nasty Dog 𓃡⋆.˚

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ݁⋆˚🐾˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

tags: [reader is wrio's right hand], [Wriothesley x fem!reader], [reader is called madame], [flirty!wrio], [cocky!wrio], [uptight!reader], [switch!reader], [inexperienced!reader], [scary but an actual softie duo]

Summary: “Dude, how much are you willing to bet that they fuck?” “On my life- it’s so obvious! The tension is so thick” “They look like they’re about to just take off their clothes and-” *Ahem* “Y-your Grace! ah- Madame-!”. Although that interaction happened half an hour ago, you can’t help but to think, is it true?

Day 15

Closed Gaps 🗄.ᐟ

🗝️⋆｡ 𖦹°‧★

tags: [Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader], [forced proximity], [toji and reader are secret agents], [sneaking], [teasing], [dilf!toji], [sniper!reader], [staying quiet], [edging], [rough]

Summary: You and Toji are two of the best assassins in your branch. One day, the both of you are tasked to kill a minister and his secretary, there is security in almost every corner. The both of you had no choice but to hide often even in small and tight spaces and even squeezing into not just a locker.

Day 16

Wasted Drive ⛐

⋆ ༺ 𓆩🚗𓆪 ༻ ⋆

tags: [police officer! Xavier LaDS], [passenger!reader], [reader's friend is drunk], [pulled over], [car sex], [teasing], [inexperienced!reader]

Summary: You thought it'd be a good idea to let your drunk friend drive for a bit, after she basically tells you to lrt her drive for a three minutes. And to nobody's surprise the both of you got pulled over, and since you're the owner of the car. The handsome officer would like to speak a word or two with you.

Day 17

‌Rediscovered Tension （ꐦ𝅒_𝅒）

˚₊‧꒰ა 💢 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

tags: [Kamisato Ayato x fem!reader], [old enemies], [hate sex], [two faced!ayato], [riled up], [cnc], [clan leader! reader], [mean!ayato]

Summary: Being the only daughter and heir in the Suda clan that’s known to teach martial arts, it comes to no surprise that a lot of samurais from Inazuma are from your clan. But due to old age, your father couldn’t take on the role of being a clan leader, making you return to Inazuma to complete your duties as the clan leader. But you didn’t know that your old enemy had become the head of the Kamisato clan. Making the extinguished fire that was once inside you, re-lit.

Day 18

Eclipse Wings 𖤍

˚ ༘`🪽 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

tags: [angel!reader x demon!sukuna], [cocky!sukuna], [pervert!sukuna], [full nelson], [cnc], [oblivious!reader], [innocent!reader], [trueform!sukuna], [improper use of sukuna's 4 arms], [overstimulation], [corruption], [hair puling], [spanking], [double stuffed]

Summary: Both winged creatures, yet different reputations and mindset. An angel decided to wander off too far and reached the border between the realms of the angels and demons. And there at the gate, she saw a four armed demon with markings and pink hair, smoking a cigarette that he almost dropped seeing your glowing figure, as he smirks as he thinks it’s his lucky day.

Day 19

A Tongue Tied Kitty ᨐฅ .ᐟ

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆🐈‍⬛ ྀི.✧˚

tags: [Sampo Koski x fem!reader], [dude in distress], [teasing], [tied up], [stuck], [sub!sampo], [femdom!reader], [handjob], [blowjob], [edging], [nipple play] 

Summary: Being a skilled trickster comes with many risks, and today Sampo realized that actions do have consequences and on that same day he had also brought you along with him. But when you finally found him, he’s tied up in an alleyway and has not made any progress in breaking free. As much as you’d like to free him, you can’t help but to realize how pretty he looked, being all tied up like this.

Day 20

Caretaker ❣︎۶ৎ

𓂃 ࣪˖ 👩🏻‍🍼.ᐟ ₊˚⊹꒷

tags: [Thoma x fem!reader], [nanny!thoma], [softdom!thoma], [servicetop!thoma], [praise], [fingering], [squirting], [overstimulation], [face sitting], [single mother!reader], [ayato mentioned]

Summary: A single mom who works two jobs, that mom being you. Being a the founder of a company and an artist, is not an easy thing. So you decided to seek out for a nanny to take care of your 5 year old daughter, Morie. And your friend introduced his other friend who is willing to do chores, look after Morie AND even do errands. So of course with that offer, you couldn’t refuse.

Day 21

Wired Odd Date ☏

˙✧˖° 🤳 ༘ ⋆｡˚

tags: [blind date], [Gallagher x fem!reader], [shy!reader], [experienced!gallagher], [softdom!gallagher], [overstimulation], [full nelson], [cock drunk!reader], [squirting], [nipple play], [biting], [fingering]

Summary: Looking for your special someone is harder than looking for men who don’t text you with a “U Up?” text, and having countless tries with friends, friend of a friend, cousin’s friend. You grew tired and decided to look for someone older, and hearing this your friend sets you up on a blind date with one of her co-worker’s friend that is also in the same situation as you. But what you didn’t know is that he would be a literal dilf, but would you complain though?

Day 22

At Each Other's Throats ☺☺

ོ༘₊⁺🔗₊⁺⋆.˚

tags: [Kaveh x fem!reader], [competitive!reader], [competitive!kaveh], [perfectionists], [bickering], [reward], [bratty top!kaveh], [spanking], [cockdrunk!reader], [pussydrunk!kaveh], [69], [overstimulation], [alhaitham cameo]

Summary: The architect industry is tougher than what people imagined, especially when you have someone who is also fighting for the spot you’ve been dreaming of, Kaveh. Though the two of you are considered as the best architects in Sumeru, you can’t help but want to reach higher and beat the blonde man. But what happens when the Akademiya themselves commissioned the both of you to work on the same project, who would be the first to crack?

Day 23

Patchin' and Fixin' ☤

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 🩹⋆

tags: [childe x fem!reader], [injured!childe], [2AM], [patching him up], [riled up], [blowjob], [teasing], [sub!childe], [whiny!childe], [hairpulling]

Summary: Don’t you just love it when your tired and injured co-worker shows up at your doorstep, drenched because of the rain at 2AM? Of course being the good comrade you are, you brought him inside to clean and patch up his wounds. For someone who is badly injured, he sure does look hot

Day 24

Cute And Handsome To Boot ༝༚༝༚ᵕ̈

༘⋆₊ ⊹🎀 ⭑⋆｡˚

tags: [besties], [oblivious!choso], [Choso Kamo x fem!reader], [inexperienced!choso], [experienced!reader], [teasing], [very subby!choso], [softdom!reader], [shy!choso] to [loud!choso], [dacryphilia], [blowjob], [handjob], [overstimulation]

Summary: Being Choso’s only best friend, there is no doubt that there are people who starts to shipthe both of you. And after spending years with him, you really can’t tell if he’s messing with you or not. Because everyone can see that you're into him and have been trying to hint at him. But since you’re his best friend, he can’t possibly break the friendship and get 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, right?

Day 25

Frilled Brains 𖡎

⋆˙𓍊₊ ⊹˚🧠*ੈ✩‧₊˚

tags: [Alhaitham x fem!reader x Kaveh], [stress relief], [threesome], [full nelson], [manhandling], [meandom!alhaitham], [softdom!kaveh], [p p in v], [anal], [creampie], [overstimulation], [nasty and downbad kavetham], [cunnilingus], [cockdrunk!reader], [pussydrunk!reader], [blowjob]

Summary: The Interdarshan championship is coming up, and Alhaitham and Kaveh are tasked to be the event organizers. But who knew they would have so much work load being dumped on to them and not to mention the people that are tasked to help them are also busy with their papers and upcoming tests. So when you, their good friend offered to help their poor little souls, they said yes in a heartbeat. But you didn’t know that you were there to help them with their stress.

Day 26

Cream(ed) crackered ‎𐂐―

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🥧༄⋆⭒˚｡⋆

tags: [Gojo Satoru x fem!reader x Gojo Satoru], [threesome], [creampie], [overstimulation], [cockdrunk1reader], [pussydrunk!satosugu], [fingering], [double stuffed], [blowjob], [handjob], [dacryphilia], [degradation], [praise], [full nelson]

Summary: Cream crackered is a perfect slang to describe your state now. Because of the upcoming test, you decided to pull an all nighter and play it safe than waking up with 70% of your knowledge being stolen by the dream eater. But you’re having trouble staying awake, you’ve tried washing your face, eating candy and even coffee but to no avail. Luckily for you, your two roommates are awake playing games and being loud. Perhaps you can ask them for tips?

Day 27

The Pretty Doll 𖠋₊˚⊹

˖⁺‧₊˚🪆˚₊‧⁺˖

tags: [Kamisato Ayato x fem!reader x Thoma], [threesome], [overstimulation], [reader is being spoiled], [softdom!thomato], [eating out], [nipple play], [fingering], [squirting]

Summary: Being taken in by the Kamisato clan because of your amazing skills in combat, and arts. You’ve become a valuable asset to the clan. But giving you a place to stay, fancy clothes, delicious food isn’t enough for both Thoma and Ayato. So one night after a long and very boring meeting, the both of you decided to give their long awaited gift for you.

Day 28

What're The Odds ඞ

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ﾟ｡⋆

tags: [Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader x Nanami Kento], [threesome], [softdom!nanami], [meandom!sukuna], [full nelson], [doggystyle], [facefuck], [cunnilingus], [downbad!thukuna], [whiney!nanami]

Summary: One’s a boxer and one’s an office worker, the three of you met in a bar and somehow hit it off pretty well. They’re very different in terms of style, their tastes, however there is one taste that they agreed on, that taste being you.

Day 29

Tag, You're It ☠︎⸸

・┆✦ʚ🎭ɞ✦ ┆・

tags: [Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader x Choso Kamo], [primal play],[threesome], [messy], [creampie], [anal], [p in v], [overstimulation], [dacryphilia], [face fuck], [handjob], [full nelson], [vibrator], [clit sucking], [manhandling], [needy!choso], [meandom!toji]

Summary: It started as a silly thought that you blurted out while spacing out after eating a bowl of ramen that the three of you ordered, the thought being "I wanna try primal prey stuff". And here you are now, running away from the two big men that are hunting their prey being you.

Day 30

Body Inspection (ㅅ)

𓍯𓂃𓏧🦵🏻✧₊⁺

tags: [Childe x fem!reader x Pantalone], [threesome], [sussy body inspection], [spy!reader], [fingering], [cnc], [cunnilingus], [p in v], [brattydom!childe], [meandom!pantalone], [spanking], [degrading], [praise], [tied hands]

Summary: You were a spy that was sent by a group of people in Snezhnaya who rebeled against the Fatui after finding out their motives. Things have been going on smoothly and you were assigned to the 11th harbinger, on your third week he asked you to come with him to his meeting with the ninth of the fatui harbinger. You thought this was a perfect opportunity to get some intel, but all of this was an elaborate trap made just for you, the little doll who was sent to spy on them. They’ll have you know that, that action won’t come without a punishment.

Day 31

(vote, tell me what you guys want)

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