#mutt x coffee

[canvasism]

Doodles

[pupp0ccino]

Pupcup ! Mutt x Coffee

Hai I just finished this last night and wanted to show the masses! Papyri ships are so underrated esp Pupcup I literally haven't seen any art of them other than the ones me and my friends draw and the art that was draw by the literal creator of fs:g that I don't even think is actually ship art

This is my muttsona Maple/Russet , and Coffee from @canvasism

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Old Dog, New Tricks - Seungmin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: shapeshifter! Seungmin x fem! reader

summary: on a stormy night, you walk home alone and come upon a stray dog starving and frightened in an alley. You decide to take the poor creature in. But in the cold light of day, this dog isn't what he seems.

warnings: dom seungmin, praising, oral (f.rec), fingering, slight manipulation

The stray dog walked along the street, nose to the ground looking for food. He was skinny and malnourished, perhaps abandoned by his last owner. You could hear rustling coming from the alley by your apartment building.

The rain was coming down hard and he emerged from an abandoned box, shivering from the cold.

“Oh, you poor thing!” You whined. And without hesitation made your way over to the wretched creature. You reached your hand out slowly and the dog reciprocated your movement by bringing his nose to your hand.

You figured the best way to get him back to your place was to slowly try to lead him there. You were unsure of how well he would understand your intentions, but as you backed up from the alley and turned towards your apartment, the dog perked his ears up and followed close behind you.

Smart dog… you thought. You barely had to say a word and it was almost as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. That idea alone gave you an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Still, you pressed on. You opened the door to your apartment and welcomed him inside.

“Go on, boy! This is your new home now.” You said. The dog lingered for a minute outside of your doorway before stepping inside. He padded over to the living room and lay down on the soft carpet, a deep sigh leaving his chest. You brought him a bowl of water and food, and some pillows to sleep on. You helped him get comfortable and watched him eat and drink until he was stuffed full.

“I'll buy you a collar tomorrow, I don't have one for you yet.” You ran your fingers through his soft fur as you spoke. He already seemed happier. And you felt a little less lonely with a new friend around to keep you company. That night, you slept peacefully knowing that you gave a sweet dog a new home. But the morning brought back that uneasy feeling yet again.

The sun peered through the shades of your bedroom window and softly kissed your eyelids open. You hadn't slept that soundly in a long time and standing back up, it took you a minute to regain your balance. You opened your bedroom door to the sizzling sound of food coming from the kitchen. You rounded the corner to see a man standing in your kitchen. Scratch that, a naked man standing in your kitchen. He was casually sipping a cup of coffee and lazily pushing around bacon inside a skillet.

“Who the FUCK are you?!” You screamed. Your body was already going into attack mode.

The man turned from the stove to face you. Yup. Very fucking naked. Your eyes flashed from his groan, to his face, to his abdomen, then to his face again.

“Take it easy, doll face. You invited me, remember?” He grinned. His voice was dripping with confidence and trickery.

“Invited you? What the hell are you talking about?!” You raised both fists but still kept your distance. You were starting to regret only taking the introduction to self-defense instead of the full class.

The man inched closer to you. His body moving as if naked and clothed meant no difference to him. He swayed and stepped with an easy rhythm that made him feel invincible.

“Come on, doll face. You liked me last night. Don't tell me you prefer me all covered in fur?” His fingers gripped your chin delicately.

“You're…the dog?” You whispered. Your mind was running a mile a minute.

“Seungmin.” He gave you a cheeky grin, his fingers now tracing the length of your jawline. “And I can turn back into that mangy mutt if that's what you prefer.”

You snapped back and gave him a stern look. “Turn back?” You asked, your patience growing increasingly thin.

“That's right. I can turn into whatever you prefer, if you like. I just need something from you in return.” Seungmin's fingers continued to make their way down to your neck.

Your eyes searched his. He was impossibly handsome. His eyes were dark and searching, scanning your entire body. While his mouth seemed to be slowly twitching and moving like he was imagining something perverse.

“Need something? Like what?” You hissed.

Seungmin's other hand moves like lightning and snakes around your waist, pulling you in close to him. “An orgasm.”

Your face twisted in disgust but your body betrayed you, staying pressed against his in a snug embrace.

“You're kidding me, right?”

Seungmin shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not. I could smell those pheromones of yours from miles away. You have something that I need to thrive, to survive.” His face moved closer to yours as he spoke. “My powers are limited at the moment, only dogs and other small creatures. But a female orgasm can sustain me for months.”

You felt an unearthly tingle spread through your entire body. A head that was spreading to every nerve ending and blood vessel until you could feel it between your eyeballs. “What's happening to me?” You shrieked.

Seungmin smiled, his arm tight around your waist like a vice. “Compatibility, doll face. We're drawn together whether you like it or not.”

Seungmin moved his face down to your neck and kissed it gently. His lips making contact with the sensitive pulse point. Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered close. A small, eager moan slipped past your lips as he continued his kisses down your neck and chest. His fingers hooked around your panties and gradually slid them down your thighs. He positioned himself on his knees and steadily brought his face to your already damp folds. “Just one orgasm…” he whispered against your core, his warm breath hitting your bare skin. Your mouth opened to protest but your hips rutted forward into Seungmin's mouth until he was buried. His tongue lapped out leisurely as he took his time parting and spreading your folds. The skilled muscle exposed your swelling clit and licked it gingerly.

“Such a good girl, huh?” He praised, his mouth latching onto your engorged nub, sucking gently as he lapped up your juices. His fingers spread you wider, allowing his over hand to slip his long middle finger inside your tight hole.

You attempted to grab the wall behind you to ground yourself before eventually gripping onto Seungmin's hair. For a moment, you regained your balance and some control. You tried to remember how you got here or even what your name was. But all you could see was stars. Stars and Seungmin. The sensation of his mouth sucking and pulling, bringing you to the very brink of orgasm was almost too much to bear.

“M’gonna come…!” You cried. Your legs were already trembling beneath you. “Please!” You begged.

Seungmin pulled you through to the grand ending as your orgasm poured over the two of you. You slammed backwards into the wall and clumsily slumped down to the floor. Seungmin smiled triumphantly as he towered over you. He looked over his arms and legs, flexing and inspecting them. The muscles were already growing and changing before your eyes.

“Thanks, doll face. That was fun.” He knelt down in front of your face and kissed your lips softly. “It's a shame I have to go, you were a good time.”

With that, he was gone in a flash. Nothing left of him but an empty bowl of dog food and burned bacon on the stove.

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[sumeruin]

bad idea, right?

♫♪: pairing: toxic ex! scara x afab! reader (modern but still in universe au)

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, kind of dubcon but reader is very obviously into it, slapping, spitting, bondage, degradation, slight humiliation, toxic relationships, pet names, fingering, female anatomy but no pronouns or gendered terms used, i think that’s it but if i missed any please let me know!!

♫♪: a/n: originally meant to post this like. weeks ago lmao sorry <3

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!

fuck. you don’t know why you keep doing this, if you’re being completely honest. he’s bad for you. so, horribly, unbelievably bad for you. and yet, as he sits on your couch, leaning back and propping his feet up on your coffee table like he owns the place, you don’t want to kick him out. all you wanna do is slap that stupid smirk off his face and let him fuck every single thought out of your mind.

his voice breaks you from your thoughts. “are you planning on saying anything, or am i supposed to just stare at you?” his eyes linger on your waist, following the curves of your body and leaving you feeling much too exposed for your liking.

you cross your arms over your chest defenseivly, returning his smug stare with a glare of your own. “why are you here? i thought i made it clear last time that i never wanted to see your face again.” unless it’s in between my legs, your brain adds silently, and you desperately try to shoo those thoughts away. if you start thinking about how good he is in bed, you’ll never be able to make him leave.

he clearly notices your internal struggle, raising an eyebrow and letting out a laugh that’s only slightly mocking. his condescending gaze makes your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. how does he always manage to make you feel humiliated when he’s the one who keeps crawling back? “you did, but we both know that’s not true. i bet if i looked between your legs right now you’re wet just from looking at me. you always were into the weirdest things. you found another guy willing to slap you around yet?”

your face burns at the reminder of the things you’ve asked him to do, all of them depraved and perverted in nature. from the times you’ve begged him to spit on you, to the times you’ve placed his hand on your throat and silently urged him to apply pressure while he was fucking you. it’s clear he enjoys your humiliation, a fact that only makes you more humiliated and only sends yet another pang of heat in between your legs.

“th-that’s none of your business, *scaramouche*. just- what do you want?” he flinches ever so slightly at the venomous way you say his name, and that fact that you’re calling him that at all. you never call him that, it’s always “kuni” or “scara” or some random pet name. never “scaramouche”.

after a few painfully long moments of contemplative silence, he slowly stands up and walks towards you, and you can’t help the way you reflexively lean into his touch when he grabs your chin. he chooses not to answer your question, simply tilting your head to face his as he speaks, tapping your cheek with two of his fingers. “open.”

despite your best judgment, you obey, silently opening your mouth and gazing up at him in confusion.

he simply admires the sight for a moment, then, without any kind of warning, he spits directly into your open mouth. his grip tightens on your cheeks so you can’t close your lips, and he smirks to himself as you grimace at the feeling. “you done being a bitch yet? or am i going to have to fuck it out of you?”

you glare, though he only laughs in your face at your attempt at intimidation. “you look pathetic, trying to intimidate me while my spit is sitting on your tongue and your drooling all over me like a dog. is that what you are? my pathetic, stupid little mutt? maybe i should put a leash on you. then you wouldn’t think you could leave me.”

he lets go of your cheeks, though he gives you a threatening look that promises consequences if you try to do anything other than swallow. you do, sending him another barely threatening glare as your voice comes out. “fuck off. ‘m not yours anymore.”

scara only gives you a mocking smile at your words, gripping your wrist and dragging you over to the couch before practically throwing you on the cushions. you’re suddenly thankful for that throw pillow phase you went through a few years ago. maybe celestia did have a plan besides making you waste your money.

he hovers over you, his eyes furious and his mocking smile gone, seemingly having decided to drop the faux nice facade and embrace the dominance he holds over you. his hand curls around your neck, not tight enough to choke you yet, just enough to cut off a little bit of oxygen and fill your brain with that fuzzy, soft haze. “fine. you wanna be like that, huh? i can deal with a brat.”

he yanks your pajama shorts and underwear down your legs, carelessly tossing them to a random corner of the living room before working on your shirt. he doesn’t even bother trying to take that off the right way, he simply rips the fabric down the middle and exposes your perfect tits, which he then decides to start massaging with his left hand. with his right, he takes his belt off and restrains your hands behind your back. you can’t control the moan that falls from your lips as your back arches into his touch, and you’re only a little ashamed of how desperately needy your voice sounds. “fuck, scara-!”

he grins in response, his eyes trailing from your exposed cunt to your eyes as he responds, his free hand trailing down to rub little circles against your clit. “yeah? i’m right here, doll. not going anywhere.”

scara relishes the way you jolt under his touch, body shaking as whines and mewls fall from your lips. fuck, it’s been so long. you hadn’t realized how deprived you’d been until someone was finally playing with your pussy. no one’s ever as good as scara, not since you slept with him the first time. he knows very well how much he’s ruined any other guy for you, how he’s the only one who can make you cum this hard. and he loves it.

he deems you wet enough after a few more moments of him rubbing your clit, and then he slides two of his fingers in your twitching cunt, not even bothering to take off his rings beforehand. not that you’re complaining, you both know how much you love the feeling of the metal rubbing against your insides. he notices the way you start to drift away, and lands a heavy slap to your cheek, snapping you out of the pleasure induced trace he put you in with a predatory grin. “are you trying to hide from me? you should know better.”

you can only whine in response, trying to blabber out a coherent response while on the verge of cumming your brains out all over your ex boyfriend’s fingers is much harder than it looks. all you manage is another little mewl, gazing up at him with teary eyes as you whine out the words. “not- not tryin’ to hide, kuni… p-please, need more- need- need to cum, please let me cum!”

scara only gives you another grin, clearly pleased with your performance, and he slips another finger inside you, scissoring them and making you cry out as your back arches and your legs twitch from where they’re resting on either side of his body. your moans get less coherent, but he doesn’t seem to mind. he just pulls his fingers out of your pussy and holds eye contact while licking them clean, then pulls his pants down just far enough to take his cock out. he slaps it against your clit a few times, and pats your, quickly reddening, cheek condescendingly as he speaks. “i don’t think you’ve done anything to deserve getting fucked.”

his soft pats switch to a harsh grip on your chin abruptly, and he forces your face to make eye contact with him while he continues. “why don’t you convince me, hm? tell me how sorry you are for pretending you wanted to leave me, how much you missed me. then i’ll consider it.”

scara’s grin is wicked now, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes as your face scrunches up and you start to sniffle at his denials. he’s the one who started this, why is he making you seem like the desperate one? you wouldn’t be this desperate if he had just kept his stupid hands to himself. still, though, your cunt aches from the overwhelming emptiness, little drops of slick drooling out and making a mess of your favorite blanket.

so, you obey like always, the words flowing from your lips with an ease that makes it seem like something you’ve always known, a deep rooted fact that you can’t possibly deny as you stare up at him through thick lashes with glossy eyes. “p-please, kuni, need you so bad, it hurts! i- i was wrong, wasn’t- wasn’t thinking… missed you so much, please!”

scara smiles, baring his teeth in a way that you distantly know should terrify you, but as he thrusts deeply inside you, filling you up so well with one deep stroke, you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore.

you aren’t sure you ever did.

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Part 6 of Butcher!Simon x gn!reader We get a glimpse of the boy's groupchat too, in this. Simon is still down bad. I feel like the quality of the chapters declined but I hope it'll get back to how it was soon Gonna toss this out there and hide < Part 5 | COD Masterlist | Part 7 >

So you don’t immediately agree to go to the concert with him. Which, you know, kinda sucks. It would have been so perfect but he gets it. You wouldn’t be allowed to bring your mutt with you and he’s basically still a stranger to you (insanity, because he feels about ready to ask for your hand in marriage) so it would have actually been a surprise if you said yes.

Somehow though, he has no idea how, he convinced you to go get a coffee with him some time.

“How about a deal then?”

You’d perked up, one brow raised skeptically (an expression which had him fight the urge to get on his knees) and asked: “What kind of deal?”

“We’ll go get coffee together. And if you decide ‘m trustworthy enough, you’ll reconsider going wi’ me.”

You’d tilted your head at that brows furrowed adorably and he’d desperately wanted to kiss the cute creases between your brows and smooth them away with his thumb.

He stood stock still as you seemed to appraise him, looking him up and down. Your gaze way more intense than he anticipated but he found that he didn’t mind being looked at as long as it was you looking at him (god, he hoped you never stopped looking at him, please don’t stop looking at him).

Then you’d nodded and he felt his shoulders drop, having held them tensely in expectation.

“I want to decide where”, you’d asserted and he’d immediately agreed with a: “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t know what he’d be doing if you hadn’t agreed. Probably mope around at Gaz’ bar because that would have meant his chances of getting to know you are pretty much zero.

You did agree though and Simon is about ready to slap himself when he catches himself in front of his mirror with two nearly identical black shirts. Since when did he turn into someone with “I don’t know what to wear!” problems?

Since you. Simple as that and he’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t alone at home. The thought of meeting you for coffee makes him smile. He catches the soft raise of the corners of his lips and curiously watches himself in the mirror.

It’s weird, seeing himself smile and suddenly he’s even more giddy. He can’t wait to see you and make you his (whoa, there, he's gotta convince you he's harmless first, harmless to you at least).

For a second he wonders if you're going crazy over what to wear too (probably not but he can hope) and then he decides that it doesn't matter. He gets to meet you, that's the only important thing.

Honestly you could show up naked and he’d be ecstatic (okay that’s a horrible example, because he would be indeed ecstatic). No, you could show up looking like you couldn't care less and he'd be thankful that you didn't forget about meeting him.

He looks at himself in the mirror, sighs over his thoughts and decides on one of the shirts.

It’s no use, no matter what he wears he can’t hide that he’s big and burly and he prays that you won’t be put off (you seemed fine at the shop but how will you feel in another setting?).

He’ll be damned if he doesn’t do everything in his power to make the date enjoyable for you.

His phone vibrates and he looks at a text from Johnny in the 'Tea is for the weak' group chat (Johnny the little shit made it and refused to change the name).

🧼: Can we meet up today instead of the usual?

Normally Simon would immediately be on board and feel horrible if he missed their weekly night out, but this time a smirk plays on his lips when he answeres:

💀: No can do, got a date

He sets his phone aside and a second later the chat blows up.

🧼: DATE?

🧼: GHOST?

🧼: DETAILS???

Captain Price: Gonna need a debrief, Son

Gazelle: Tell me it’s the cutie you keep raving on about

🧼: No way

💀: Coffee date with the cutie

🧼: ABOUT DAMN TIME LT

🧼: Thought you’d lost your balls along with your uniform

💀: don’t project, Johnny boy

🧼: Uncalled for!

🧼: Just checked, still got both

💀: Yet I'm the one with the date

Gazelle: How about we make it at 2200 so you can come too?

Captain Price: Sound good, want the details

🧼: HELL YEAH

💀: you’re insufferable

Captain Price: You better show

💀: Affirmative, Sir

[urdreamydoodles]

Wolverine x Fem!Reader

Logan rivalry with your dog

Logan, Wolverine, finds himself in a awkward rivalry with your small, not-so-bright dog, Mr. Pickles, as he navigates life with you as his partner. Despite his gruff exterior, Logan gradually warms up to the tiny, fluffy companion who insists on treating him like a personal dog bed.

You’ve always thought Logan was good with animals. After all, he’s got that whole rugged, nature-loving thing going on—man of the wild, protector of the weak, and all that. He’s lived out in the woods, fought alongside beasts, and generally been one with the earth in ways you couldn’t dream of.

But when it comes to your dog, it’s a whole different story.

“Come here, Mr. Pickles,” you call sweetly from the kitchen, trying not to laugh as Logan grumbles under his breath in the living room.

The small, fluffy dog at Logan’s feet—Mr. Pickles, a name he clearly detests but you adore—looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Logan glares back down at him, as if the tiny creature is his mortal enemy. For a moment, there’s a standoff, and then Mr. Pickles’ tiny tail wags, excited for no reason at all, as if he’s just been praised for something.

“I swear, Y/N, this dog’s got the IQ of a rock,” Logan mutters, standing up from the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. “How the hell did we end up with him?”

You chuckle as you watch the scene unfold. Logan, the Wolverine, the man who’s taken down enemies three times his size, looks like he’s being outwitted by a ten-pound ball of fluff.

“You ended up with him because I love him,” you say with a teasing smile, walking over and scooping Mr. Pickles into your arms. The dog instantly cuddles against your chest, as if he’s already forgotten his little staring contest with Logan. “And because he’s adorable.”

“He’s ridiculous,” Logan counters, his gruff voice barely concealing the amusement in his eyes. “And that name…”

“What’s wrong with Mr. Pickles?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I think it suits him.”

Logan snorts. “Suits him, alright. Little guy’s about as bright as a jar of pickles.”

You bite back a laugh, petting the soft fur on Mr. Pickles’ head. The dog wags his tail happily, oblivious to Logan’s jab. “He’s smart in his own way,” you defend, though even you know that Mr. Pickles isn’t exactly a genius. He’s gotten stuck under the coffee table more times than you can count, and just last week, you found him barking at his own reflection in the sliding glass door.

Still, he’s your little companion, and you adore him. And Logan? Well, he may grumble and complain, but you’ve caught him sneaking Mr. Pickles scraps from the dinner table more than once.

“You should get used to it,” you tease, setting Mr. Pickles down on the floor. The tiny dog immediately trots off, distracted by who knows what. “He’s part of the family now.”

Logan huffs, sinking back onto the couch with a groan. “I don’t know how you convinced me to get a dog in the first place.”

You roll your eyes, moving to sit next to him. “Oh, come on. He’s not so bad. Plus, I think deep down, you actually like him.”

Logan gives you a sidelong glance, his expression skeptical. “Like him? The damn thing chews up my boots every time I turn around.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to impress you,” you say, biting back a grin. “He probably sees you as competition.”

“Competition?” Logan shakes his head in disbelief. “He’s a dog.”

“A very small, not-very-smart dog,” you add with a laugh, leaning against Logan’s side. “But still. I think he’s jealous.”

Logan grumbles something under his breath, but there’s no real bite to it. You know he doesn’t hate Mr. Pickles, not really. In fact, you’d bet good money that Logan’s secretly gotten attached to the little fluff ball. He just won’t admit it.

“You think I’m jealous of that mutt?” Logan asks, his voice low and playful as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

You shrug, leaning into him with a smile. “I don’t know, are you?”

Logan’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Not a chance.”

Just then, Mr. Pickles reappears, trotting over to the couch with his usual clueless excitement. He jumps up, his tiny paws landing on Logan’s leg as he tries to scramble up into his lap.

Logan freezes, glaring down at the dog like he’s considering his options. He could easily shove Mr. Pickles off, but instead, he just stares at him, brow furrowed.

“What do you want, furball?” Logan mutters.

Mr. Pickles, as always, wags his tail in response, clearly mistaking Logan’s gruff tone for an invitation. With an enthusiastic yip, he finally manages to climb up and curl into Logan’s lap, settling in as if he belongs there.

Logan sighs heavily, looking down at the tiny, fluffy creature now snuggled up against him. “You gotta be kidding me.”

You laugh softly, watching as Logan awkwardly shifts, trying to adjust to the fact that Mr. Pickles has decided he’s found a new favorite spot. “Looks like he’s getting comfortable.”

“I ain’t a damn dog bed,” Logan grumbles, though he doesn’t make any move to push Mr. Pickles off.

You can’t help but grin. The sight of Logan—gruff, tough-as-nails Logan—sitting there with a tiny, fluffy dog curled up in his lap is probably the most amusing thing you’ve ever seen.

“You know,” you say, leaning your head against his shoulder, “I think he likes you.”

Logan looks down at the dog, who’s now fast asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s probably the only creature in the world who can get away with using Wolverine as a pillow.

“Yeah, well,” Logan mutters, his voice softening just a fraction, “I guess he ain’t so bad.”

You smile, knowing that’s as close as Logan will get to admitting he’s grown fond of the little dog. Mr. Pickles might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s managed to worm his way into your hearts, even Logan’s.

And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ram-bam-writes]

Golden Lust [Phillip Graves x NB Reader]

A/N: What I would give to see that man’s blackcell uniform irl… fuuuck… Lemme know if I missed any tags or if ya wanna be tagged for future pics.

Summary: Graves comes home from a long operation in a new uniform… one that has you drooling over him like some pathetic mutt

CW: pure, unabashed smut, fingering, piv/a, wrap before ya tap, light degradation, slight rank-kink if you squint, graves shoving things in your mouth, cursing, biting, aftercare, filth, no beta we die like soap

Word Count: 1252

“Darlin’...?”

The moment the man had walked inside, you stopped all movements. You knew of Graves’ usual attire. It was either an all black suit with some red details or his usual blue button-up and jean combo.

But this?

This is new.

Entirely ignoring the man’s bulky ass helmet that’s resting between his wrist and his hip, his entire outfit is fitted out with shiny, golden details. All new patches, all new jackets — the man even bought a new watch for the ensemble. 

You stalk towards the man, already tearing off your top before colliding your body against your boyfriend’s. 

“Hone-“ Graves bites back a moan at the bruising kiss, eyes rolling softly. His hands find their way to your hips, fiddling with your belt and bottoms. Now clad in only underwear, he drags the rough material on the knees of his cargo pants between your legs, eliciting the most beautiful sound out of you. “That’s it… c’mon…”

The moment your head tips down to rest against his chest, eyes fluttering at the sensation between your trembling thighs, you catch sight of the golden details on those stupid knee pads. 

“Oh…” he purrs, his helmet clattering to the floor as thick fingers run through your scalp and yank your head back. “That’s what’s got ya all riled fer me? Y’like the new fit, darlin’?��

You bite your lip and nod, hips rolling against his knee with pure lust, moaning freely despite your best efforts. His mouth finds your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses all along the artery. 

His other hand works down your back, teasing the tops of your underwear with such a delicate touch that you shiver. The rough texture of his gloves have you reeling, grasping at his biceps with a newfound need.

“Graves-!” You choke out, head falling back with a wanton moan. “Fuck, Sir, please!”

Fuck if that hadn’t sent a jolt of pleasure right down to his cock. You’re already a mess for him, already calling him Sir and all he did was put his knees between your thighs.

“That’s it, darlin’…” He croons, nipping your neck while yanking your scalp again. “Fuck yourself on my knee, make yerself cum jus’ from that…”

With the mix of his thighs rolling against your hips, soft gasps are pulled from your body, mind hazy and vision blurred. He releases his grasp on your scalp, instead dropping his hands low to grasp your ass with both his hands, kneading at the plump flesh. He doesn’t waste timing pulling out a combat knifer from his holster, slitting your underwear in half and throwing it aside, ignoring the bit of dampness he’d usually suck on.

“That’s it, pretty little thing…” He coos, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Wan’ me to fuck y’with my suit on? Wanna be pinned down by my heavy fuckin’ vest with not a place to fuckin’ go?”

You’re tossed onto your back on the coffee table, thighs spread apart and calves hoisted over his shoulders. You lock your ankles around his neck, head thudding against the mahogany wood as the sound of a zipper sends you into a mental spiral.

“Tha’s it, hon… let the big, shiny Commander fuck that tight little hole of yours with his fat fuckin’ cock while you drool for his gold goddamn suit…”

Fuck…

He shoves his gloved fingers into your mouth, the thick material instantly drying out your mouth. You suckle and hum and moan, eyes filling with tears as the material drags roughly along your tongue as he thrusts his fingers in and out with little remorse.

He pulls out his fingers a bit later, but wastes no time filling your mouth once again, this time with shoving two golden glow sticks between your lips.

“You stop suckin’, I stop fuckin’, honey-pie…” He threatens, giving you a light smack to the cheek to further his point.

Oh good lords you could have cum right then and there.

But you do as you’re told, suckling and running your tongue along the thick plastic sticks in your mouth, eyes watering when his thick wet gloves swirl around your trembling hole.

“Be a good little whore and take a breath for me, darlin’…”

It’s the only warning your given before he shoves a thick finger into your fluttering hole, the rough texture dragging in and out of your tight, aching walls. The man’s usually rough, but seeing how you drooled for the golden designs, he’s making sure this becomes a regular thing.

After what feels like hours of pleasure, though in reality was mere seconds, he adds a second finger to the mix, soon including a third. He bites and tugs at the skin on your neck, dragging the tip of his nose up and down your jugular. 

“Need ya, hun…” He croons, moaning sweetly in your ear, breath fanning over the delicate skin. “Gotta fuck that sweet, needy hole…”

You hardly notice the loss of his fingers pushing against your tight walls with what dizziness is filling your mind. Drool spills down your chin from the sucking on his glow sticks, needy sobs wracking your already overstimulated body. 

His thick cock fills you with ease, veins pulsing inside of you. He lets out a guttural groan right into your neck as he bottoms out, his grip bruising on your hips. If it weren’t for his gloves, he’d have sliced your skin with his nails from the sheer force of his grasp.

“That’s it, darlin’… y’love when I fill yer hole, don’tcha, hun… yer just a needy, pathetic little toy for me to use as I please, hmm? Ain’t that right?”

You whine, nodding your head with equal vigor, moaning around the plastic in your mouth as he sets his pace to something quick and rough. Your body has little time to adjust, really, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when his teeth tug on your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud right after.

Time passes in a flurry for you. You’re vaguely aware of the thick, condescending tone of his voice insulting you and your intelligence — though you can’t deny he’s fucking you stupid. You can feel the drag of his cock deep in your walls, the way his hips slam into yours without hesitation. 

And before you can even predict it, you’re left to scream around the glow sticks, thighs shaking like a leaf in a goddamn hurricane from the pleasure that explodes within your belly. It’s uncontrollable at this point, wetness dripping all over both him and yourself. 

And when that familiar warmth floods your insides, thick and hot and so fucking filling, your body collapses as a dark veil pulls over your eyes.

———

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of a bath, body wet with warm, soothing water. The scent of chamomile and lychee fills the room, the familiar bath bomb swirling in the water producing the wondrous scent.

“There ya are, honeysuckle…” Graves purrs from behind your, warm hands stroking your damp hair. “Welcome back…” You only hum and whine in response, eyes fluttering closed once you recognize your surroundings. You can feel his smile when he kisses your head, hands low on your belly and stroking oh so softly beneath the hot water. 

“Didn’t think the new uniform would get ya so hot under the collar, honey-bun…”

Truth be told, you hadn’t either.

“Maybe I oughta show you all the things in that vest some other time, hmm?”

Fuck. Yes.

[lazyjellyfish300]

Synopsis: you ask Shiu to adopt a dog. Luckily, Shiu understands happy wife= happy life.

Words: 901

CW: fluff and smoking, x FEM!READER

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"Shiu, darling?"

The white padded underbelly of your fuzzy slippers slide across the polished mahogany floors of your home, on your quest to find your dear husband.

You enter his study, not minding the curtain of blackened clouds that subsides with the fleeting glide of air from the opening door, greeting you with calming familiarity that wafted his prescence: cigarettes, black coffee, and cedar woodsy mixed with leather, revealing his sharp, pleasant face. 

"Dollface." He answers, the pet name falling off his tongue from habit as he extinguishes his cigarette. "How can I help you this morning?" 

You smile, arms folded across your stomach shrouded in the thin silk of your blush colored robe. "A favor, sweetheart." 

Shiu chuckles and leans back, adjusting his hips, manspreading his thighs as he leaned his right elbow on the arm of his chair, face perched between  his pointer and middle fingers as he cocked his head. 

"No such thing as just a "favor" when it comes to you, my dear." He sighs, but the subtle smile wrinkles around his deep brown eyes exudes nothing but his undying affection. 

"Let's hear it, love." 

"I want a puppy." You say plainly. 

Shiu cocks a brow. "A puppy?" He smirks. "I didn't see this one coming...." He brings his ankle across his knee. 

"Why do you need a puppy, Mrs. Kong? My fishes aren't enough?" 

He chuckles playfully in the direction of the large aquarium nestled between the bookshelves that reaches from the floor to the ceiling, the navy blue rippling subtly, haphazardly catching iridescent beams of light from the windowsill as the tropical fish contained within it dice gracefully through the the water. 

"I adore your fish, honey." You smile as his chin meets your belly and he gazes up at you, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "But there's a puppy at the shelter who really needs a home." 

"Oh?" His eyes soften. 

"Yeah, she's a six year old basset hound. She's white with the cutest little mocha patches on her face and droopy ears." 

Shiu smiles at the mental image of this charming mystery pet. "I'm no veterinarian, babe. But six years old in dog years ain't a puppy." 

"They're all puppies to me!" You pout, feigning offense. "Doesn't matter how old they are." 

Shiu smiles. "A six year old basset hound, eh?" He glances at his aquarium. "She won't try and attack the fish, will she?" 

"No, baby. I promise." You hum as you thoughtfully scratch the back of his neck. "She's very well behaved and docile. She'll just lay around the house and keep me company. If anything she'll just ignore them." 

"Will she?" Shiu hums as well, mimicking you earlier. "I don't know, doll..." 

"Please?" 

"Don't tell me you already-" 

"Stella." You say quickly. "I want to name her Stella." 

"Oh jeez." Shiu shakes his head. "Already named her. Don't tell me you've bought her outfits and the mutt is gonna sleep in our bed too..." 

You poke him with your elbow. "She's not a mutt she's a princess! And she needed sweaters, honey. It's almost winter. Don't want her to get cold." 

"Right, princess..." Shiu blows air between his lips. "She won't get cold, though doll, she's got fur, don't she?"

"But I want to spoil her." 

"Oh my..." Shiu rubs his face.

"She'll our baby until we have our own babies." 

"Babies?"

That grabbed Shiu's attention. "You wanna start trying already?" 

You laugh softly, throwing back your head. "Not just yet, sweetheart. We still need to travel South America, remember?" 

"Heh, like you would let me forget, doll..." Shiu smirks as his rough hands tease along the outlines of your thighs. 

"Please just say yes, darling?" 

Shiu just shakes his head, standing up, cradling your face in his hands, gazing at you like the sun on her flowers.

"Like I ever stood a chance, dollface." 

----

And so, your adorable new basset hound, Stella, came waddling across the threshold of your home not more than three hours later, Shiu carrying her new wardrobe and oversized bed that would eventually go largely unused, curling between you and Shiu in your shared master bed at night instead. 

Shiu supposes this newcomer wouldn't be such a bad thing, scratching her ears when he noticed she particularly liked laying on her belly right in front of the aquarium. Bored, beady eyes following the fish, ever so slowly, but posing no threat. Just observing in quiet solitude. 

"That's a good dog." 

----

Later, when Shiu sees you both enter the bedroom, he coughs frantically, his hand chaotically swiping the air in an effort to dissolve the lingering cigarette smoke as his face turned red, eyes watery. 

"You okay honey?" You asked him as you slipped into your side of the bed while he sputtered relentlessly. You hand him a glass of water on the nightstand and he takes it with a nod, catching his breath. "You know I don't care if you smoke, sweetheart." 

"I know... Thanks, doll." He nods his chin at Stella who makes her way up her personal staircase at the foot of your bed, plopping down on the maroon comforter like melted caramel vanilla ice cream. "Don't want her breathing the smoke." 

"Aww Shiu! You do care." 

"Of course I care, baby." He smiles as he brings you and Stella into his arms, bestowing you with a tender kiss. 

"My two beautiful girls."

[dearly-somber]

stand still (i’m sniffing you) | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, f2l (friends-to-lovers), (not actually) unrequited love, pining, mutual pining, high school!au, werewolf/shifter!au, fluff, domestic fluff

-> w/c. 802

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. Inspired by that one clip where Jungkook back-hugs Hoseok while they’re practicing 🥹🥹

-> collection. mini-series

-> warnings. None!!

-> started. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 21:42

-> fin. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 22:19

-> edited. Tues., Feb. 20th, 2024 @ 07:06

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Jungkook has a stronger sense of smell than the rest of his pack. Partially because his wolf is simply better at it (much to the pack’s chagrin, because Jungkook never fails to bring it up during their biweekly pissing contests), but also because he’d been blessed with a good sense of smell even in his human form.

Something is burning a street down? Jungkook can smell it.

Someone took a shit in the backyard because they were too lazy to shift and do it inside where they could flush it? Jungkook can smell it (and he’s going to make it everyone else’s problem).

Y/N comes over without letting him know and—wait, what?

He sticks his head out of his room like an excited cartoon character. “Bunny?”

Jennie glowers at him as she’s walking down the stairs, shaking her head with a sigh. “She’s not even halfway up the pavement.”

Jungkook frowns, feeling a prickle of embarrassment race up the back of his neck. “A-and! You know she’s here!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I can hear her,” Jennie sasses, scoffing with a grin so shit-eating Jungkook thinks his eye twitches, “not because I’m so honed in on her scent that I know she’s coming from a mile away.”

“Okay it was not a mi—Y/N!”

She huffs as Jungkook barrels into her, stumbling back ever so slightly. Jungkook feels his wolf wagging his tail like the love-struck mutt he is, pulling back at Y/N’s signature okay, that’s enough pat-on-the-back she does whenever she deems a hug “over”.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” He can’t help but speak loudly, wondering if his eyes are sparkling—cliche, sure, but he remembers Yoongi mentioning it once, and it hasn’t left his mind ever since.

Y/N laughs (Jungkook’s heart soars in his chest), shaking hee head as she drops a duffel bag next to the coffee table, walking toward the kitchen with Jungkook hot on her heels.

“I wasn’t planning coming over but my mom dropped me off to go to the library and she isn’t picking me up until five, so I decided to come over and hang out.”

That explains it! Jungkook wondered why Y/N smelt more bookish than usual today. It’s always present under her daffodil-raisin combo, but it makes sense why it’s so much stronger today. He imagines her sitting in the library for hours on end, fully immersed in a book, and the thought makes him smile like a fool.

Jungkook is hit with the sudden, overwhelming urge to smell you. Fueled by his excitement at a surprise-visit and the whims of his wolf, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and pressing his nose to the back of your neck. His nose scrunches happily as he inhales your scent, first in short, wolfish little huffs, and then in longer, more appreciative inhales which infiltrate all his senses.

He waddles into the kitchen clinging to Y/N’s back, vaguely aware of the conversation she’s started with Rosé, Seokjin and Jisoo (who are busy making dinner), too focused on keeping his nose scrunched to the back of her neck to hear (or truly care about) the specifics.

“Jungkook-ah,” Y/N says softly, reaching up to touch his hands.

“Stay still,” he huffs, feeling a tingle run up his arms when she shivers at his breath on her neck. “I’m sniffing you,” he mumbles, swaying her from side to side as they come to a standstill in the middle of the kitchen.

Y/N snorts, and he imagines she has a smile on her face.

“Yah!” Seokjin yells, maneuvering around them with a pot of rice held close to his chest. “I’m trying to cook!”

“Yeah!” Rosé frowns, roughly mixing what Jungkook now realizes is kimchi. “Get a room!”

“Kook,” Y/N starts.

The whine he lets out dies in the back of his throat when she reaches up over her shoulder to palm his hair, gently scrunching her fingers in the messy strands. “Lemme help cook dinner and then we can play some Mortal Combat before I leave, hm?”

Waiting until the heat in the tips of his ears cools a little, Jungkook gives a curt little nod of his head (blatantly ignoring his wolf’s request to nip your shoulder). He inhales long and hard before finally letting you go.

Y/N then very casually turns to help the trio in the kitchen as Jungkook plops onto the couch in between Lisa and Hoseok with a satisfied sigh, practically sitting on top of them.

He yelps, rubbing the back of his head when he feels Hoseok smack him over the head with a pointed look.

“What?” he says, high-pitched and pouting.

Lisa just laughs, shaking her head as she scrolls through her phone. “You’re hopeless, Kook.”

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Collective Writings - John “Soap” MacTavish

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your favorite touchy-feely man, my works dedicated to Soap!💖✨ for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Soap ate dirt as a kid - blurb

Soap gives bear hugs - blurb

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Johnny will drink black coffee - headcanon

Johnny not being picky about food - headcanon

Roommate!Johnny - headlocks/shopping/steals your clothes/scents - headcanon

Soulmate!Johnny - headcanon

Johnny is a mutt - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Johnny plays The Sims - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

(18+, mdni) Personal Hotspot - fic

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Soap owns a Pawmo - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

Johnny - spends the day with you/relaxes/has his belongings/journals - headcanon

Ghoap - checking pulses - headcanon

Johnny - flipping you - Instagram link

ChildhoodBestFriend!Johnny - class troublemaker/friendly/covers for you - headcanon

Johnny and his twin nephews - blurb

(18+, mdni) you play a song for Johnny - TikTok, fluff blurb, nsfw link

Johnny’s fuck ass hair /affectionate - reblog + headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

Eye Contact Training - blurb

John “Soap” MacTavish - stop lights/begging/caught - headcannon

(18+, mdni) Johnny likes taking photos with you - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

Ghoap - Johnny gets the aux - headcanon

ChildhoodBestFriend!Johnny - menace/high school/before leaving/hug it out - headcanon

Selkie!Johnny x Reader - headcanon

Selkie!Johnny x Reader - headcanon

HouseHusband!Johnny - blurb

(18+, mdni) Simon x Reader x OralFixated!Johnny - headcanon, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Werewolf!Johnny - blurb

(18+, mdni) Loser!Johnny - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Johnny steals Simon’s balaclava - blurb, fluff, nsfw under the cut

Loser!Johnny - steals your shirt/blankie/pillow - headcanon

Johnny is into milfs - blurb

Johnny records asmr for you - blurb + YT link

(18+, mdni) GuardDog!Simon Riley, Mutt!Johnny + Hound!Price - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Johnny wants to use your hotspot - fic

(18+, mdni) you play a song for Johnny - TikTok, fluff blurb, nsfw link

(18+, mdni) Johnny likes taking photos with you - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon x Reader x OralFixated!Johnny - headcanon, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!Johnny - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Johnny steals Simon’s balaclava - blurb, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) GuardDog!Simon Riley, Mutt!Johnny + Hound!Price - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

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Yandere Sadist Ushijima x fem! reader

Trigger warnings: Non con, anal, attempted drowning, sex toys, cage, ooc ushi, implied kidnapping

AN: Ushi is a little ooc, please don't hate hvbhbfvad

Word Count: 1.7k

Third Person POV

Ushijima splashed water on his face as he let out a deep sigh. 

“Another day down Wakatoshi. We want to go out as a team and celebrate. Are you coming with us?” Hoshiumi asked. Kagayma stood next to him waiting for his answer. 

“I have something to do tonight. Maybe next time.” Ushijima said stoically. 

Hoshiumi sighed as he looked at Kagayama. 

“Let’s go tell the guys he’s out.” 

Ushijima walked by them both as he picked up his duffel bag. He walked out of the gym.and to his car. He unlocked his silver BMW and slipped in the front seat. He began to drive to his house in the depths of the city. 

Ushijima was quick to arrive at his house as he slid out of his car. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door of his two story brick house.

As he walked in the door he turned around to lock the door once again. He walked into the kitchen and looked at the time on the microwave. 9:43pm. He smiled to himself. It’s been 3 hours since he had last visited his house. 

Ushijima bent down and swiftly slid the carpet over revealing a hidden door. He opened it up, bringing his keys with him. Inside was a set of stairs that led to a door. He unlocked the doors as he walked inside. Inside was a large dark room with regular furniture around it. To one it would seem like a man cave. He continued to walk through the room as he moved a bookshelf that was against the wall. Behind it revelied a door. He unlocked the door and walked inside. Inside you could hear soft sobs. He placed the keys in a plastic bowl that was near the door. In the room there was a large bed, a small room was a washroom. On the other side of the door sat a dog cage. 

Inside the dog cage was a girl bent over with her ass in the air and hands tied behind her back. She had a gag in her mouth and more importantly a sex machine with a 9 inch dildo pumping in and out of her newly stretched asshole. 

Ushijima approached the cage with a smirk as he bent down to the closed up cage. 

“How is my pet doing?” He asked knowing she couldn’t reply. He moved to the front of the cage and turned off the machine pulling backwards. He pulled it back away from her now slightly gaping and bleeding butthole. He opened the cage door as his large hands grabbed onto her hips. He pulled her backwards as he slammed her ass into his rock hard cock. 

“Fuck, Y/n. You look so sexy as my sweet little pet.” 

She cried out as much as she could around the gag. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed beside them. He laughed as she cried out stretching out her sore legs.  

“If I untie you will you be good?” He asked her simply. 

Y/n nodded her head in agreement.  He pulled untied the tight knot around her wrists and then removed the ball gag from her mouth. She sighed deeply as she was finally able to close her jaw. She moved her arms slowly to her side as a gasp of pain could be heard. 

“Maybe next time you will think twice before you try and escape.” Ushijima said once again stoically. 

Y/n couldn’t bear the jaw pain she was enduring so she just stayed quiet. 

Ushijima was quick to flip Y/n on her back. She let out a scream in pain. Ushijima smiled sadistically at her. 

“You deserve this, remember, you are nothing but a mangy mutt. You could have had a little more freedom, but I guess I haven’t broken you in enough yet.” He said as he got on top of her, now shirtless. 

Ushijima’s toned muscular chest was something she decided was a safe place to look while he fucked her from the front. It’s not like he wasn’t attractive, she was very attracted to him, even though she shouldn’t be….

Y/n was just a barista at a coffee shop a close walk to the gym. Hoshiumi dragged Ushijma and Kageyama there one day to check it out. Ushijima immediately fell in love with Y/n’s beauty. He was taken aback by her, he felt his breath go shallow and his heart race faster than it ever does playing volleyball. She gave him a hot chocolate as their hands slightly brushed together. It wasn’t long after he began to get obsessed. He’d go visit her everyday, ordering the same thing from her. 

It wasn’t till one night that seemed to be darker than the rest, Ushijima slowed his car down as he pulled up his hoodie. He began to stalk behind Y/n. Y/n felt his presence as she began to speed up. She turned around once again and he was gone. Just as she turned to face the direction she was walking in, a large hand covered her mouth holding a small cloth. Y/n wasn’t dumb, she's seen movies where people get kidnapped and murdered. She wasn’t about to go down without a fight though. 

Y/n pushed the arm as she held her breath. He didn’t seem to budge. She slammed her head back into his chest. He wasn’t expecting it so he stumbled enough for her to get away. She began to run as she felt herself grow dizzy. She must have inhaled a bit of the cloth. She started to stumble and shake. His vision was becoming blurry, but that didn’t stop her from running. 

Y/n began to scream and call out for help. Ushijima chased behind her as he grabbed the back of her arm. She felt tears start to form in her eyes as he slammed her back into his chest. 

“Please don’t do this,” She begged, “Please….” 

Ushijima just laughed as he slapped the cloth over her mouth once again. He pushed on her stomach with her other hand forcing her to breathe in the scent of chloroform. Y/n seen her vision slowly gain all the black spots in her vision. Y/n passed out in Ushijima’s arms. He carried her back to his car and placed her in the trunk. He got in the front seat and began to drive home. 

Y/n woke up hours later, her arms above her head and tied to the bed. She began to try and break the ties.  Ushijima stood up from the chair in the other room. Ushijima pulled off his shirt as he slid on top of y/n. 

Back in real time,  Y/n laid on the bed under Ushijima once again just like how she was when she got kidnapped. . 

“Waka- Wakatoshi.” She said just above a whisper. “Please let me rest…” 

He laughed as he began to pull his pants off. He lined up his tip at her entrance and began to push in. Ushijima was anything but small, she could feel every inch sliding inside her pussy. 

“You’re so wet already, mutt. Guess you enjoyed your punishment after all.” 

 “Please no.” Y/n was crying as Ushijima began to pound harder and harder into her pussy. 

Blood covered the sheets under them as she cried out in pain. Ushijima didn’t stop pounding into her pussy. 

“You will always remember your place, or I will shove you back into that tiny cage again. Next time I’ll whip you with chains until you are weak and bleeding. You got that, mutt?” Ushijima said between thrusts. 

Ushijima felt himself grow closer. He moved faster and faster which y/n didn’t think was possible. He began to shoot his seed deep inside Y/n’s womb. He waited a second before pulling out. 

“You were such a good girl for me Y/n. Do you want to take a bath with me?” She nodded her head, unable to speak. Ushijima pulled out of her pussy as he got off the bed. 

Ushijima walked into the bathroom and began to fill the large bathtub he had specially made for his comfort. He filled it with a lavender bubble bath as he walked back into the room, picking up Y/n bridal style. 

She cried silently in his arms as she curled into his chest. He pet her hair softly as he stepped up to place her in the bathtub. He slid her down as he turned the water temperature down a bit. He was quick to climb in the tub behind her and pull her against his chest. 

They sat there in silence till Ushijima turned off the water.

“Can I touch you again, Baby?” He asked her softly. 

“No, please don’t.” She cried. 

“You know you are mine and I am free to do as I please?” He asked more stoically then he was being. 

Ushijima moved his large hands up to her breasts and roughly took one in each hand. He grabbed onto her nipples and squeezed them causing immense pain. SHe began to splash water and cry. SHe tried to push him off. 

“Oh are we playing another game?” He asked. 

Ushijima grabbed onto the back of Y/n’s head and shoved it under the water. Her arms were flailing as bubbles rose up. Ushijima smiled as he pulled her head up by her hair. 

“Do you want to behave or go another round?” Before she could say anything he shoved her head back down underwater. 

Y/n didn’t have a chance to catch her breath. Small screams could be heard from under the water. He pulled her up again as she began to cough and gasp for oxygen. 

He smiled at her sadistically as he pulled her against him again. She didn’t put up a fight this time as he squeezed her nipples ever so tightly. He smiled to himself knowing he’d won. He moved his right hand down to her pussy as he began to rub it slowly. She continuously cried as he lifted her up. He moved his cock to line up with her back entrance as he slid inside before she could protest. He moved 2 fingers and pushed them inside her pussy. He was satisfied as he let out small thrusts. 

He continued until he felt himself come undone in her asshole. She was crying ever so quietly. Snot running down her face even. 

Ushijima smiled to himself as he pulled out and stood up. He helped her out of the tub and into the warmth of a towel. He bent down and kissed her forehead. 

“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled her in close.

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (13) - Moving Through the Silence Without Motion

Whew- sorry, this one took longer than anticipated!! I was on vacation last weekend and couldn't make the last-minute changes I wanted to make that would have allowed me to post on Tuesday, but it's all done now! ☺ Back on schedule!

✧˖ Release Schedule: Every 2 Weeks ˖✧

Summary: The camp deals with the aftermath of their encounter with the dream visitor, and a certain fluffy friend joins their odd group of misfits. Ofelia experiences another embarrassing predicament, and their party finally enters the goblin camp to face down the three leaders and clear the way for the tieflings in the Grove. Branded by a priestess, rediscovering the luxury of coffee, and sharing a sweet opportunity with her favorite fanged companion aren't enough to cushion the blow of reality all while Astarion tries to sort through emotions he would rather not address.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,603

AO3

Took some fun screenshots!! Please enjoy the opening below the cut ❤

✧˖Tag List: @khywren @allymcfee

“Are you alright?” Shadowheart pokes her face into Ofelia’s tent, pale and clammy. Ofelia scrambles to wipe her tears away, nodding and meeting the half-elf’s eyes.

“Yeah… I think so… did you see it too?” Shadowheart’s lips set in a firm line, nodding softly.

“We all did. Here, it’s dawn… come out. Let’s all sit and talk around the fire.”

Ofelia heeds Shadowheart’s suggestion, pulling her boots on and fixing her hair into a loose bun, resolving to bathe before they start the day. Officially. She hesitates, once again finding her return to her bedroll to be a mystery.

The last thing she remembers is swaying in Astarion’s arms, thinking about how pretty he looked under the light of stars, music from her own world making her feel like they were in their own pocket in time, separated from the tadpole, the cult, all of it. She remembers wishing he’d been from Earth, that way she’d want to go back… And try as she might, she can’t bury these stupid feelings.

Her face flushes in shame at the memory of pressing that kiss to his cheek, that pang of longing when he hadn’t shoved her away but instead gazed at her in surprise… It makes forgetting that it happened ten times worse. Then she returned to her tent, somehow, a faint feeling of unease now clouding her mind. How did she get back? Did she go back alone? She can’t shake the feeling that she’s missing something important, but she can’t put her finger on what it might be…

She walks out into the early dawn, stunned to find another surprise- a welcome one at that.

“Scratch!” Ofelia crumples to her knees as he runs up from beyond the outskirts of their camp, the rest of her groggy companions yelping or jumping out of the way as the dog barrels into her. “Oh, I’m so glad you're safe!” She mumbles into his fur as it pokes her neck and cheek and he nearly knocks her backward. He licks her face and barks and she scratches his ears, giving him little kisses on the snout and top of his head.

“Is that a dog? Oh my goodness!” Karlach cries tearfully, bringing a stick over. She seems to be talking to Scratch, but all Ofelia can hear are soft yips and excited growling. “He says he wants to stay if we’ve got the room?”

“Oh my god of course he can stay!” Ofelia sobs, wiping her eyes as Scratch licks the happy tears off her cheeks. “I love him so much,” She sniffles to Karlach and the two of them giggle and lead Scratch over to the fire as the rest of their companions huddle around.

“In addition to Lae’zel, we’re letting more than one mangy mutt stick around?” Astarion frowns, a sour look on his face. Ofelia scoffs as Gale hands her a steaming cup of tea, watching Lae’zel do no more than grunt and roughly shoulder the vampire out of the way on her path toward the fire. His affronted yelp and subsequent snarl make Ofelia laugh under her breath as she smiles at Gale in thanks and hands Scratch a couple of hunks of sausage from their stock.

“You all were approached in your sleep by the same visitor, weren’t you?” Astarion mutters, lips still twisted in displeasure. Ofelia regards his unkempt head of hair with an amused smile, feeling privileged to see him before he’s had a chance to put himself together for the day.

[thewriterg]

𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x afab!reader, john ‘soap’ mactavish x afab!reader, task force 141 x afab!reader

summary; You and Ghost weren’t the least bit pleased when you both were roped into Soaps shenanigans for a costume contest but deep down you’d do anything to see the smile on his face —flufftober day;1—

word count; 1.3k+

warnings(s); readers call sign is “coma”, soap having two of the most deadliest soldiers worldwide wrapped around his finger, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @silenthqll & @une-femme-de-lettres— OCTOBER IS HERE WRITERS‼️

“C’mon Hen it’s just dress up for one night” Soap pouted following behind you as you made your way to the cafeteria as you denied him for the seventh time in a day over the same thing he was prominent as hell over dressing up in matching costumes for Halloween and of course reasonably you declined

“Johnny, darling. You’re gonna drive me mad go sit down with Simon I’ll be there in a few” With a small huff the Scot was storming away with the attitude of a toddler as you stood in line for you alls lunch

Ghost perked up from his cup of tea in the furthest table in the cafeteria his chair against the wall as he watched the Scot approach him muttering things to himself with his arms crossed over his chest before sitting in his usual chair with a huff and before Simon could even humor himself in asking him what was wrong the Scot was already rambling of his troubles to the Brit

“You think it’s reasonable aye?” He spoke with a roll of his eyes while Ghost huffed mirroring his actions before grumbling under his breath his voice gruff and deep

“Sure MacTavish”

Soon you were walking towards the booth two trays of food in your hand setting them down gently in front of the men and taking your own seat nothing but a cup of coffee in your grasp as you had sparing right after and preferred to not vomit on your to save yourselves the trouble settling in your chair with a grunt as moments of silence passed you all Ghosts mask lifted below the tip of his nose so he could eat

“You know Ghost thinks it’s a good idea if we dress up” Soap stated suddenly causing the war criminal to clear his throat trying not to choke on the food in his mouth as you peered over you cup of coffee looking the Scot in the eye you gaze sharp like a siren as you hummed

“Is that so?” Your gaze adverted to the Brit who looked at you with blown pupils you had to learn how to read Simon since he pledged his face being covered like the plague but the main starter note you could give to anyone in need?

That man had more expressive eyes than a mime

“Come on love, you know the mutt it putting us against each other” It took everything in you not to chuckle or at least crack a smirk at the look he’d given Soap as if he wanted his head on a chopping block which he looked like he didn’t have an ounce of regret for the interrogation he caused and running out of options he pulled his last stunt

was is it petty? maybe

would it get his point across? absolutely

“It was jus’ a thought don’t worry too much ‘bout it” The Scott mumbled standing from his seat before taking his tray of half eaten food and walking away from the table with a drag of his feet causing you and Ghost to glance at each other little did you know that was just the beginning

💌💌💌💌

For the rest of the day the Scott was unusually quiet and only spoke when spoken to you picked up on the behavior quick and you weren’t stupid you knew that he was trying to manipulate you but you were sick of watching him sulk like a kicked puppy so when Soap had got up to leave the meeting room you threw a glance to Simon who stealthily followed in your footsteps as you went to go corner the Scott in the comfort of your shared chambers that had took too much paper work and a white lie with the help of Price about being married for you all to get to share a room and become each others next of kin

With non faltering steps and long strides you had made it to your room in a mere minute slipping through the door with no regard to see Soap standing putting on what looked to be his loungewear switching from the army print cargo pants, long sleeve compression shirt, and steel toe boots to grey sweatpants, a white wife beater, and thick socks

“Ye need somethin’ Bonnie?” The Scott mumbled looking to you with a tinge of mock sadness in the back of his throat that had Ghost rolling his eyes at the sight from towering behind you

“Stop mopin’ Johnny I’ll wear the damn costume” The words slipped pass the cloth of his balaclava into the air of your room accent prominent, voice gruff, and eyes annoyed and the Scott was as bright as ever again before his eyes adverted to you staring at him with a deadpan expression and before he could even start with his puppy dog expressions you were already nodding your head with the roll of your eyes

To say the Soap was ecstatic was an understatement and you began to regret your decision fairly quickly when he went on an hour long rant about what he wanted to dress up as and a even longer rant when you and Simon had no idea what ‘Mr and Mrs Smith’ was

So you had spent majority of your night watching the film with hushed giggles and laughter whenever Ghost would complain about the quality of the fight scenes which was fairly advanced for the time in the early 2000s But lt didn’t fail to amuse you when the blonde scoffed before muttering something like

“Amateurs”

“Yeah draw even slower you bloody daft”

But you had fortunately got through the movie in one piece before coming to the realization that

youd need two suits and a dress

💌💌💌💌

“Here comes the life of the party yea!?” Gaz announced as You, Ghost, and Soap walked towards the table everyone in the pub dressed up as a different range of characters you rolled your eyes at him a hint of playfulness in the mix of your eyes and before you could speak Gaz was gasping

“You didn’t!” The smirk on Johnny’s face was prominent as he wiped non existent dust off the shoulder of his black suit jacket identical to Simon’s who meekly huffed at the brunette as you smirked a fitted black dress against your body heels standing strong against the sticky bar floor and topping the look in the visible slit of your dress was a thigh holster that held a pistol that may or may not have been real identical to the ones in the belt of your partners

“You’ve done it” Gaz cheered along side Soap probably a few drink in dressed in slacks with a white button down that had blood staining the collar prosthetic fangs creating a small lisp when he spoke while Price shook his head at the sight of his two youngest recruits on their way to get a round for the first table the Captain himself dressed in jeans, a flannel, brown boots and a matching cowboy hat to match it was a sight for sure

You and Simon had took a seat in the booth making sure it was room for Johnny when he’d returned as you listened to Ghost tease your captain on his costume choice which caused a mock roasting session amongst them both as you held back the laughter in your throat

“Dinnae tell me party’s already started” The strong accent evaded your ears as a round of shots were placed in front of all of you

“As if anyone you forgot about you” Your voice carried sarcasm and the Scott just grinned in response before taking a Drink and toast it up which you were all soon to follow before downing it in one go

As you and Simon looked at each other you knew you were ruined

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[stayevildarling]

Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Who knew?

A/N: Hello everyone 💜 I'm back with another Mina fic. It's inspired by the song ,,Who knew'' from Pink.

tw: angst, sad, very mild mention of drinking and drug using

word count: 3.7k

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Sighing, you walk down the long corridors of your workplace. Today was unbearable for some reason. You had been an employee of Kineros Robotics for four years now. Sometimes it felt like you only just started there but today it felt like an eternity.

As you walk towards the meeting room, holding a folder in one hand and your coffee cup in the other, hoping the caffeine would help you wake up a little and somehow make this day end faster, you suddenly spot her. Graceful as ever she walked into the meeting room, her cane hitting off the floor hard, echoing through the walls.

You stop for a minute, taking in her beauty. The red hair, the perfect pony tale, the granny glasses that you used to make fun of, her beautiful makeup and the colour purple plastered all over the slightly taller woman. ,,Whats up, seen a ghost?'' one of your male coworkers giggles as he walks past you. You shake your head and roll your eyes before entering the room.

,,Good Morning'' you say as you enter, trying hard not to look at the redhead now sitting at the other end of the room. You take a seat as you wait for the meeting to begin. As per usual, your bosses Jeff and Mutt were late. It annoyed you how they never valued your time, or anyone elses for that matter as you still had a lot of work on your desk. You didn't realize until now that everyone was staring at you and you couldn't figure out the reason why. Just as you tried to speak up, your bosses walked in and the meeting started.

,,How is that project coming along?'' your thoughts are interrupted when one of your bosses addresses you. You swallow the lump in your throat before talking about the current status of the project and what you had worked on so far. You look around the room while explaining and try hard not to glimpse at Wilhemina. You knew that one look was enough to make you weak.

,,Sounds really good Ms. Y/N'' your boss announces before the male coworker from before agrees. ,,Don't you agree Ms. Venable?'' he questions and this takes you out of your thoughts.

,,Very good'' she coldly states as her brown eyes pierce straight into your soul. You had avoided eye contact with her for a long time. In-fact you don't think you had bared to really look into her eyes up until now as the past few months had been filled with too much pain.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when everyone gets up and your bosses saying how productive this meeting had been. You couldn't focus on anything that had been said as your thoughts kept wandering back to your past.

As you get up and gather your things, everyone had left and the redhead was just getting ready to leave when your male coworker stops you by the door. ,,What happened between you and Venny Bear?'' you swallow hard as you look at him and completely miss how fast Wilhemina had turned around at hearing those words.

The office had always suspected that you two had a thing going on, Wilhemina was usually very closed off at work, barely ever smiling or talking to anyone unless it was about work and absolutely necessary. However, when you started, her demeanor had changed slightly, despite it taking almost a year until she was open with you. Of course your bosses and coworkers had noticed as they suddenly saw Wilhemina as an actual person and not another robot they worked with.

,,Didn't last did it? we kinda always said that'' he carries on. Suddenly you are overwhelmed by anger and grief. Anger at his words. If you had known all those years ago when you first started seeing her, that someone had told you now it wouldn't last, you would have lost it completely. Grief overtakes second as the end of your relationship still haunted you to this very day. Her last words as she explained just why she couldn't do this but that she didn't want to hear you say a word about quitting. As you had worked too hard for you to just leave the position now. Equally you both knew she couldn't quit either having built the company from the ground.

As all of your emotions overtake you, you take a step forward, your eyes turning a darker colour. Wilheminas eyes widen as she sees your reaction. ,,How about you shut your mouth before I-'' you start, your fist clenching before you feel a hand grabbing yours. ,,He's not worth it Y/N'' you suddenly hear the redheads voice as you turn to face her. Your coworker had left as quickly as he could, intimidated by your sudden change of behaviour and definitely scared of Wilhemina and the fact she overheard the whole thing.

It feels as if time freezes right there, outside of the meeting room. Her brown concerned eyes meeting your angry ones. Slowly they turn a softer and calmer tone. Wihemina quickly lets go of your hand as she realizes she is still holding onto you? or holding you back? she isn't quite sure. As you feel her hand letting go, sadness washes over your face, despite your best efforts to hide it. Who knew that not having her hold your hand anymore would have such an effect on you? You miss her, her soft hand on yours, when she wasn't wearing her gloves. Her steady hand always finding yours whenever you needed it.

Wilhemina quickly clears her throat as her gaze averts yours. You try to think of what to say but somehow you can't find any words. You aren't sure whether to apologize for your behaviour or whether to be angry at her for hers in the past. As a result you simply give her a little nod as a thank you for keeping you from what was about to happen and the consequences of your actions before returning to your desk. Wilhemina walks the other way, towards her office and somehow the sound of your beating heart and her cane hitting the floor are in sync.

As you sit at your desk, trying to focus on your work, your thoughts keep travelling back to your ex lover, your Mina. Flashbacks wash over you like a hurricane and you drowning right in the middle of it. You remember how she took your hand and showed you how to do it all. She showed you how to love, taught you to laugh and how to not take everyone's crap all the time. She made you a lot stronger, you believed every word she had told you, every love confession and every single time she made you feel special.

Your relationship was quite the cliche. You had met her at work as she worked in HR. The first week was practically spent with her as she showed you around, or you heading to her desk every day dropping off some files. For the longest time you thought she was a bit strange. As she never really said a lot and the only times she did she insulted you but somehow you had liked it. You fell for her from the moment you first laid eyes on her but you thought she despised you, as she did with every other human being on the planet.

But suddenly it all changed, when she would drop by your desk, invite you to lunch at work, despite that being spent in utter silence the first couple of times. You had found out she never ate lunch other than alone in her office so you thought maybe she was ready to make a friend. However to Wilhemina you were always more than a friend. She saw something in you she hadn't really seen in anyone else before. She liked how you two could spend time in silence, how you wouldn't judge her or feel offended at her comments and how sometimes you even went along with it. Other than your looks, your humour but utter kindness were attractive to the woman, usually such a stranger to any type of affection, let alone the word love.

Wilhemina knew it wasn't a good idea considering this was both of your workplaces, however she couldn't keep herself from asking you to go get a coffee with her outside of work or inviting you to work on the projects your bosses had messed up, as a result you both having to work on the weekend. Even suggesting her own home just to do that. Her home was sacred to the woman and you knew when she first let you into that, that she had opened to you and the idea of you.

When she first kissed you, you felt like your feet were swept off the ground, thankful for the steady hand on your back, keeping you from loosing balance. Mina loved every single second she got to spend with you, especially the ones outside of work. Suddenly the usual loneliness she preferred was replaced by your presence. Usually quiet and lonely dinners were replaced by you sitting there, sometimes cooking for her and the late hours of the evening usually spend with a glass of wine, spend with you and two glasses of wine of course.

Suddenly the redhead enjoyed when you kissed her, she enjoyed holding your hand, the feeling of protection over you as she was ready to kill if anyone ever tried to hurt you in any way. Who knew that she would be the reason for your pain in the end?

,,Y/N?'' the sudden calling of your name interrupts the waves of flashbacks and pulls you back to shore. ,,Are you coming to lunch?'' another colleague asks. You think for a second before replying ,,I'm think I'm gonna skip today, still got a lot of work'' you point towards your computer. Your colleague simply smiles and nods, unknowing that since the meeting you hadn't even turned your computer back on, nor done any work.

Slowly you tell yourself it will be okay and that you need to get on with your projects. For the next half an hour you drown yourself in coding and work, not once taking your eyes off the screen or your thoughts off work. Meanwhile everyone other than your bosses joined for lunch in the cafeteria. The room is filled with quiet chattering, the occasional laughing when it suddenly stops altogether. Some eyes widen as they see Wilhemina walk in, holding onto her cane.

,,What is she doing here?'' one of them dares to mumble before Wilhemina glances at them. She quickly scans the room but even quicker turns around on her heels and leaves as she couldn't find what she came in here to look for. you.

The redhead makes her way over to your desk but halts as she sees you staring at your computer screen and tapping on the keyboard. She had no desire of course to eat in the cafeteria or any reason to be down here, as her office provided her with everything she needed, she came for you. She is worried about you, you not being the only one flooded by waves of flashbacks of the past.

Wilhemina remains by the door, watching you for a while, trying to find some sort of indication as to how you are feeling. However she is interrupted when she hears chattering again, knowing lunch was over by now, so she retreats back to her office. Just as she leaves you finally take a glimpse, knowing she was standing there all along, before continuing your work.

Somehow the day ended quicker than you originally thought as by your usual finish time, you manage to send the final project draft to your bosses. As you check your emails and calendar one more time, getting ready to go home, you are interrupted by your bosses. ,,Hey Y/N, great work on the project, can you go and take it to Ms. Venable? we are going to go hit the city, considering its a friday yk?''

Internally you roll your eyes but on the outside you simply politely agree as they walk off, joking about something, by now already high and probably drunk. ,,Shit'' you mumble, knowing you had to drop the project off at Wilhemina's desk but also not wanting another encounter for the day. For a second you consider just emailing it to her and leaving but you also knew she hates when things aren't done the proper way and final projects that need signing she usually prefers on her desk.

,,Guess I'll do it the right way then'' you think to yourself before opening the file and reading it again, making sure there are no mistakes whatsoever. After a couple of hours and several coffee breaks you finally have the finished project printed off on your desk, placed neatly in a folder and you finish by signing the last document. As you look at the time, you realize it had been four hours since everyone had left and you now realize you only did this so you could drop it on her desk and leave without any confrontation or having to face her again today.

You sign out of your computer, turn the little desk light off, grabbing your things before you walk out of the offices and head upstairs to her office. As you walk towards her office, the automatic ceiling lights turn on and you assume that did infact mean everyone left. As you enter her office, a familiar scent of lavender greeting you, you walk straight towards her desk.

As you look up, ready to place the project on the desk in front of you, you jump as you see Wilhemina sitting there. ,,Oh my god, Mi- Wilhemina I'm sorry'' you mumble, your voice shaking. ,,I thought you would have left by now'' you quickly add, feeling terrible for waltzing in and not noticing her there. She turns slightly on her chair, a hand holding onto her cane, her head slightly tilting before raising an eyebrow. Her mouth opens a little bit before she counters ,,What are you doing here so late?''.

You take a deep breath before explaining ,,Jeff and Mutt wanted me to pass the project to you for finalizing and signing''. You try to look anywhere but her eyes as you couldn't stand facing that pain again today. ,,And what took you so long? you finished the project several hours ago?'' she suggests, her tone changing into HR mode. ,,How?'' you start confused, your eyebrows furrowing.

,,Did you forget I was one of the recipients of the email?'' she asks, her words feeling like a slap in the face. You curse in your head for adding her to the recipient list instead of just Jeff and Mutt and how you didn't even notice it. ,,It's a friday night Y/N, we both know they wouldn't have signed it tonight and would ask you to pass it over to me''. she finally adds.

,,So you waited for hours for me to print it off and bring it to you?'' you counter, equally adapting your voice and slightly snappy. Your comment takes her by surprise as she stares at you. You quickly feel bad and apologize ,,I'm sorry Wilhemina, I wanted to make sure to hand it to you properly and it took a while for me to-'' but she interrupts you again. ,,Please Y/N we both know you wouldn't have sent it to your bosses if it wasn't really finished, and we both know you don't need four hours for printing and signing''. she interrupts you yet again.

,,Fine, what do you want me to say?'' you snap, your feelings suddenly taking over and the little voice in your head telling you to stay professional fading word by word. ,,Admit it, you didn't want to see me'' she suggests. The silence that follows is louder than any words could ever be. ,,My my'' she simply mumbles as she looks at you with those brown eyes again.

This was one of the few occasions where you had no idea what Wilhemina wants from you. Does she want you to snap at her? lay out your feelings and confront her with them? Does she want you in trouble? Does she want you to admit you did something you shouldn't have?.

,,Who knew you would go through such lengths to avoid me?'' she adds after a long silence and this is it, the last straw. Your emotions suddenly take over you, in addition of the long day and encounter from earlier today you couldn't hold back the things you had been meaning to say to her for a while now.

,,Who knew?'' you suddenly snap repeating her words.

,,Who knew that seeing you every single day was this unbearable?, Who knew that after all these years you would be long gone? Who knew that your forever was a lie`? Who knew I would do anything to touch you again, kiss you again and feel you again?'' you say

,,Who knew you would be the one breaking my heart, after all the promises you made me to make sure to never let anyone hurt me?Who knew time makes it so much harder? seeing you every day at work and you visiting me in my dreams when I am not in this god damn building?'' you carry on

,,Who knew I would miss you this damn much? ''

As you finish, you realize all of the things you just said, the tears streaming down your face and your knees feeling wobbly suddenly. Your eyes widen a little bit as you look up to see the redheads reaction.

You missed her initial reaction when you started speaking, a smirk in the beginning that with every single word falters to sad smile and a frown. Wilhemina expected a reaction, she wanted you to react and even provoke you a little but not like this. The redhead never expected it to hurt so much, who knew?

Who knew that Wilhemina would also feel those exact words that came from your mouth. every single detail. Who knew Wilhemina in that moment just wants to pull you into her embrace, press her lips onto yours but she can't.. not now. Not after everything that had happened and how she hurt you and ended things.

As you look up, Wilhemina isn't sitting at her desk anymore, suddenly she stands in front of you. Her eyes meeting yours, sad eyes. Wilhemina pulls you in anyway, despite everything within her telling her not to do this, not make the same mistake of hurting you again. She almost loses her balance as her lips move closer and eventually meet yours. Her cane isn't in the right spot for her to stand and bend slightly, so in response you wrap your arm around her and feel her breath hitch.

Suddenly you feel her smile into the kiss as her lips finally meet yours, a wave of feelings overtaking you, the familiar scent clouding your senses, your lips moving in sync and hearts beating in sync as well. You aren't sure whether you are supposed to still be angry, confused even because you most definitely are. But her lips, her lips on yours again, the feeling that you have been craving for months now. After all this time. Something so intimate and personal, so.. not Wilhemina.

She does love you? Who knew?

[aclowntiny]

Puppy Love- Yunho x Female!Barista!Reader

I haven't forgotten about all my coffee shop stories 😁😁😁 Yunho in his ‘you like jazz?’ era

Word Count: 3536 | Coffee Shop, Fluff | Warnings: too dang fluffy 😝

Yunho’s dream had finally come true. A dog café had opened up within walking distance of work. What a time to be alive! What a lucky walk of the streets on his break, unsure how to spend his rare free time once he had it. Using it for an activity seemed simultaneously gratifying and overwhelming. Time to burn some energy off with some very good boys and girls instead! Some caffeine might also reverse-jitter him back into productivity…or at least into the right headspace to squeeze in an episode of that show he needed to finish.

Beneath an awning of striped lime green and white awaited the door to Leash Love Latte, the lovely windowed building decorated with paint-on art of joyous pups of all breeds, two of which held mugs and one of which was about to devour a bone-topped cupcake. Yunho couldn't help but smile as his eyes scanned the glass, jumping a bit at the noise when he opened the door, but the startlement easily fell into a laugh as he opened the security door once the front one was closed and was met with a barrage of dogs.

"Oh, hi," he giggled as one little papillon practically climbed up his leg, bending down to scoop her up into his arms. Flipping her collar tag, he saw it read 눈. A name meaning Snow made sense- she was a ball of pure white fluff after all.

Carrying her up to the counter, Yunho was met with the sight of an extremely nimble barista practically skating across the café floor to slide a pastry onto the counter and call out its owner’s name, then turn on her heels to catch a drink from the older man who held it out to her and repeat the process. Once that was done, she twirled around to face the counter.

“Sorry about that, just had an order to finish up,” she paused, taking a couple breaths and getting her hair back into place, smile never leaving her face, “oh, Nunie, are you making friends?” Her gaze had dropped to the sweet pup in Yunho’s arms, the nickname and her evident familiarity with the café dogs warming his heart.

“Yep," he agreed with a chuckle, holding her up a bit higher with fatherly pride despite their very recent meeting, "I think she'd have made a ladder of me if she could."

"Well, you are pretty tall," the girl joked.

"I guess that's true! So, what do you recommend here?"

She grinned. "Dog or drink?"

"Drink," Yunho responded, "I don't think I'll get away with any cheating today."

"How does a peanut butter mocha sound?"

"Great," he replied, "I've never had one before!"

Plucking a solid pink, paw-print-dotted mug from some unseen counter alcove, the barista grinned. "It's sort of my specialty."

"She's always trying to hock those!" The older man called out from deeper in the kitchen, offering a devilish grin.

"Hey! At least I have a specialty!" She called back, smiling when he shouted that she was a better barista than him and sliding the mug down the slick metal counter surface before turning back to Yunho. "Sorry, that's my uncle. He's a bit of a jokester. Your name?”

"Yunho. And that's ok. I can see how well you guys get along. So this is a family business, then?"

"Yep," she nodded, "everything I do, I try to do with my family."

Something about those simple words touched Yunho's heart, throwing its beat off even as he lowered himself into a bench, stroking his snowy new friend and laughing as a brown and white Jack Russel terrier and a little grey mutt with a folded ear scrambled up to fill his lap all the way. His gaze darted between them and the young lady behind the counter as she operated all the kitchenware with focused eyes and lightly smiling lips.

This place really was heaven.

~

"Here you go!"

Yunho's attention snapped up from the mutt, Sammy, to meet the eyes of the girl. He hadn't really paid attention to the color of them before, but the lime-and-pink shaded light dangling above his table must have somehow brought it out as she set his mug in front of him a respectable distance from the squirming dogs piled upon his lap.

"What was your name again?" Yunho blurted out before he could help it.

"(y/n)."

"(y/n)," he repeated with a smile, "wonderful. I just felt like I needed to have a name to go with the face."

Her eyes remained on him, though the smile on her face did not fade. Sammy licked at her sleeve, which only made it grow wider, her nose crinkling a bit. A wave of awkwardness crashed over Yunho.

"So, (y/n), you must really like peanut butter." That sounded much better in his head.

She just giggled. “I love it! I was eating a peanut butter cup when I got the idea for the drink.”

“That’s so cool! I have a friend who cooks and that seems hard, let alone designing something new, like I can’t even imagine.”

(y/n) waved a hand before reaching it back down to pet a fluffy spotted Australian shepherd that ran by her feet. “Oh, I bet you could come up with something,” she told him with a smile.

Yunho racked his brain, but beneath the tantalizing chocolate-peanut-butter-coffee-with-a-hint-of-espresso smell, the light of that obnoxiously cute lamp, the warm, wiggling puppy pile on his lap, and the faint, anticipatory flutter of the girl’s eyelashes, not much was floating up coherently. “I can’t think of anything that would be good in coffee,” he finally admitted.

“What about something that would be bad in coffee?”

“All my brain was giving me was fruit loops, so I’d say that.”

(y/n) gave a humored wince. “Ooh, yeah. Though that would make a good milk latte or shake! I could totally work with that!” And with that, she made another of her skate-like drifts across the shop, dodging three dogs darting at her feet as she fell back behind the counter, pulling out a couple appliances and taking notes like a mad scientist.

Well, that wasn’t too bad a response to fruit loops of all things. Patting Sammy, Yunho pulled his steaming mug to his lips, barely feeling the cup’s heat above that in his own sheepish cheeks.

~

A few days after his Leash Love Latte trip, Yunho was out for a walk to clear his head after a very early morning of choreography practice, having rinsed himself off and wanted nothing more than to get out into the sun and breeze, practically melting the industrial lighting out of his skin. Cleansing the sweat off had only been step one.

Veering off the paved walking trail, Yunho crossed over the inclination of a grassy green hill, wandering over the great emerald expanse and dodging the occasional frisbee. Ducking under one that was thrown high enough, even.

The small amount of skin exposed by his t-shirt warmed pleasantly in the moderate day's air as he passed an area surrounded by metal gating that bore a few tied-on signs. Within it, dogs of varying sizes tore across the grass, played tug-of-war, and ran to their owners with new friends in tow. As he got closer, he noticed that one of those owners had a haircut that looked quite familiar, a smile Yunho felt like he’d just been graced with.

It was (y/n)! Carefully undoing the safety gate with a deft motion of his fingers, he lifted the release and entered, immediately dodging dogs as he ran a hand through his hair hoping he’d straightened it. His other hand was already getting thoroughly sniffed, a few licks coming to it before he reclaimed it, giving a bulldog and a border collie some pats as he milled through the park. A mutt- maybe half terrier- ran up to him snuffling with a squeaky toy in its jaws, so Yunho threw it, laughing as it turned into a little spotted streak of lightning. Hopefully its owner was young. And then, turning on his heels, he faced you.

“Oh, hey, (y/n), right?” He leaned forward, resting a hand as casually as he could atop the bench a few feet from him, mock-guessing your name like it hadn’t made a few runs through his head of late. “Didn’t see you there. I’m-”

“Yunho from the café. Fruit loops guy.”

Fruit loops guy. “Yep, that’s me.” He put a hand to his chest. “Fruit loops guy.”

“I’ve been tinkering around with stuff and that idea is something that we might be adding to the menu if my uncle lets me!” She added, grinning as a pup Yunho recognized as Sammy ran up to her, leaning into her offered pets.

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah! Should I name it after you?”

“The Yunho? Might confuse some people-”

(y/n) chuckled, wrapping her arms around Sammy to pull him onto her lap. “Yunho, I was kidding.”

“Oh, right, yeah, I knew that. So, uh, taking Sammy to the dog park?”

“Yep,” she nodded, smiling, “I try to take all the adoptables out on an alternating schedule.”

“Oh,” Yunho tilted his head in thought, “the Leash Love Latte dogs are for adoption?”

“Indeed they are. The goal is people live them so much they want to take them home!”

“Guess then they’d really need a doggy bag,” he quipped.

(y/n)’s eyes widened as she burst out with a laugh. “Ok, that’s so perfect, mind if I steal that?”

“Be my guest.”

“I’ll try my best to credit you where I can. Hey, wanna play frisbee with Sammy? It’s practically as big as him, but he loves it.”

Was there even a question? “Of course! Come on, Sammy, let’s go!”

And with that, they both pushed off their respective bench seat and lean, jogging deeper into the park’s grass and dodging a fire hydrant in the ground as they took turns tossing the blue plastic disc (y/n) had ready in her backpack.

~

“Hey, remember the guy who inspired my fruit loops latte?” You called back into the kitchen as you refilled the coffee bean jars up front, dim evening lights of closing time filing Leash Love Latte.

“Tall fellow, right?” You uncle questioned in response.

"Yeah," you nodded, "him. If he comes back, I'm going to get him in the kitchen."

"In the kitchen?" Your uncle's voice raised both in incredulity and response to some barks from your café companions. "I thought you liked him."

"Oh, geez!" Plucking a not-so-wet grey washcloth from your counter, you lobbed it at your uncle and his jokes. "I do. You think I'd let any loser with a dazzling smile into my laboratory?"

The washcloth connected with your uncle's shoulder, breaking his face into a grin as he shook it into his hand and started wiping the kitchen surface with it. "Ugh, save the sappy crap for him, huh? What are you even going to make him do? A day of free labor?"

"No," you giggled, leaning on the shining metal of your counterspace, "I think he has better ideas than he gives himself credit for. I'm just going to let him try making whatever he wants."

"As long as you guys clean up after yourselves," your uncle teases you, giving you a fond smile.

"Of course we will," you reply with a joyous look of your own, anticipation coursing through you as you imagined all the things you could come up with on your quest for a new menu item...and maybe something else new for you.

~

"Get in the kitchen with you? Me?" Yunho looked at you with eyes wide, holding little Nun a bit tighter in his hands in startlement as if you'd suggested he set his pants on fire.

"Well, I wasn't exactly asking your invisible twin brother there," you teased, clicking the pen in your hand open, then closed again, as you glanced over his shoulder.

He turned his head that way too like there'd suddenly be someone there. There obviously was not. "Alright, point taken. You liked the cereal lattes that much, huh?"

That wasn't what I liked most, you wanted to say. You leaned a bit further out from behind the register. "Something like that. I think it would be fun! Don't you? We don't have to make something good, that'll just be a bonus!"

Yunho's smile returned as yours spread out, and he bent over and gently placed the little fluffball he'd been holding back on the floor, where she stood at his feet, sniffing Cherry, a black chihuahua. "I don't think it'll be fun, (y/n)..."

Your expression stiffened a bit, eyebrows raising to urge his trailed-off sentence on.

"I know it will be! Let's do it! As long as you're allowed to do this, of course."

And then you were smiling again, heart beating in anticipation. You were going to get this dog-loving man and his silly innocent brain in your life no matter what it took.

"Cleared with the boss man and all. Let's make something out of this dead workday!"

Yunho laughed at that, accepting the hand you held out, beckoning him into the sacred space behind the counter, aka your drink and treat lab.

"So," you grinned, folding both your hands under your chin, "wanna make a drink or bake something?"

"Why don't we bake?" Yunho replies, gaze breaking from yours in thought. "Hmm, what's a good dessert to go with a drink? Shortcake?"

"Like strawberry shortcake?"

"Yeah, but why is shortcake always strawberry? Why can't it be any other fruit?"

You shrugged, feeling your expression smugly egg him on. "Why can't it? What do you have in mind?"

"Have you ever seen those candied melons? What about melon shortcake? I bet no one's done that before," Yunho answered before pausing for a couple ticks of Leash Love Latte's dangly-tail dog-in-a-teacup wall clock, "or is that gross?"

Crossing further into the kitchen, you pulled open a silver cabinet and turned back to him. "Only one way to find out."

He shuffled into the kitchen beside you, bouncing on his heels. “Do you have a shortcake recipe?”

“I do indeed,” you said with a grin, taking an apron off the peg on the kitchen wall and handing it his way.

You set to work prepping and measuring the wet ingredients while Yunho took on the dry, the most prominent of which was the flour. Shortcake, you reminded him, wasn’t as sweet as a regular cake, so that seemingly small amount of sugar was in fact correct.

It all went nearly without a hitch, only a small chunk of butter plopping onto the silvery counter, which you quickly twirled around to wipe squeaky clean again. Yunho was doing great at sifting everything together, almost as if he’d done it before.

Well, until the last scoop of flour, that is. The last one hung just wrong, dropping from the measuring cup in Yunho’s hand and sliding down the edge of the mesh strainer, bursting in a cloud of curling pure white dust upon the counter, his apron, and even on the side of your pant leg.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n), I'm so sorry!" Yunho immediately exclaimed, holding his hands out like he didn't trust them anymore.

"Don't worry about it," you replied with a smile and a flippant gesture, "it won't be the first or the last time that happens in here. Besides, in Hallmark movies all things like this do is start a cheeky flour fight."

Yunho glanced down helplessly at his apron and the counter. "Wouldn't that just make it worse?"

"Oh, absolutely," you nod, "but if you just twirl it off your apron, you'll get a pretty cloud effect."

Expectation? A little shimmy. Reality? Yunho executing a perfect showman's leaping twirl, the move indeed enhanced by a puff surrounding him as the powder shook off of him and drifted down to the kitchen tile.

You might've been gaping, but it quickly faded into a smile as you drifted past him in search of a rolling pin. "Alright, so you're, like, an expert dancer, that's totally normal and not extremely cool."

"Oh, I'm no expert. I-I just dance for a living," he replied with a shy grin and darting gaze.

"I hate to break this to you," you leaned on the counter in front of him, rolling pin in hand and awe on your face, "but that makes you an expert. Certainly more than me. You should be there one of the many times I forget a step of the macarena."

Yunho's hands started drifting around in the general airspace above his shoulders, head, and hips. "Which part?"

All you could do was giggle and hold the rolling pin up in your hand, head shaking. "Have you ever kneaded and rolled dough before?" He had good dough hands. Certainly more proportional to the dough than yours!

~

"We did it, (y/n)! We made shortcake!" Practically floating above the tile, Yunho high-fived you after you set the tray down.

While your creation baked, the two of you had ditched your aprons and crossed the threshold back into adoptable territory to absolutely ruin all your kitchen-sanitary hands on the hurricane of dogs that surged after you, leaping into your arms like the sweetest of crests crashing onto your jean-clad knees.

This time you took Nun and Yunho had Mickey the Australian shepherd, who plopped right down on the café tile with his head in Yunho's now-seated lap. You held your fluffy ball of wonder close to your chest and she practically melted in, little black boba eyes fluttering contentedly shut.

Both of you whined how it was torture and apologized to the dogs as if it was a coordinated act as you waved and backed into the kitchen with four remorseful eyes on the adoptable crowd, and that was how the shortcake was procured.

Candying the watermelon went off without a hitch. Well, mostly. While a welcome strength boost to cut the honeydews, Yunho had you half giggling, half protectively extending an arm as he yelped at the bubbling sugar boiling in the pot. For that, you bid him mix the cream while you got the fruit ready.

More time with the adoptables as the candy set, and then you were stacking cake, cream, and shining, syrupy melon chunks into a light yellow-and-green treat topped with some melon balls and classic rosettes.

"It's beautiful," you congratulated Yunho with a wide smile.

"Better than the fruit loop latte idea?"

You just nodded as the sound of your business's door closing rang our behind you. "And here's our proof coming!" You clapped, rushing out of the kitchen in the bouncing dance of a barista on a mission. "Uncle, will you try our dessert please? Yunho and I worked really hard on it," you plead as you dragged your amused uncle into your workspace, one arm linked with his and the other gesturing with a flourish toward the lovely shortcake and your lovely fellow baker, who immediately bent his legs and struck an introductory pose at it himself.

"I can tell. This looks great, you two," your uncle told you, pride clear in his voice as much as on his face as he ruffled your hair with his free hand.

Wiggling gently out of your grip, he accepted the proffered fork from Yunho and reached over to dig into the plated treat you'd decorated on the counter, which of course you'd wiped down before he could see the mess you made. Didn't hurt to butter up the person trying your new innovation, right?

Your uncle's eyebrows shot up the moment the forkful of your shortcake entered his mouth, both you and Yunho leaping up as if watching the pinnacle of a photo-finish race.

"Well, how is it?" You burst out, practically wiggling under the suspense.

"Yes, sir," Yunho added, straightening the apron he'd put back on, "is it good enough to go on the menu?"

"It's very good, son," your uncle began, eliciting a loud cheer from you two and a resonant, stingingly strong high-five of elation to boot.

"But," he added, both of you inhaling at his next words, eyes not even leaving him when an audible, surely adorable play-wrestle broke out among the adoptables, "if you want this on the menu, there's one condition."

"Wh- what's that? Er, sir?" Yunho stiffened under your uncle's serious gaze.

Short-lived as it was; the expression soon melted into your beloved joker's smile of mischief. "You have to take my niece on a date."

"Uncle, I-" You began to protest, heat rising to your cheeks faster than any oven or milk steamer could preheat.

"Yes, sir," Yunho nodded, sparing you a quick glance and a small wave as if he'd forgotten you were there, "that's a much greater reward than the menu spot."

His smile turned almost into something you'd see on a lovesick cartoon, as if your heart hadn't flipped hard enough in the past few minutes or even from the first time he walked in and you saw him being gentle with the adoptables.

What could you say? Guess it was puppy love.