#silence your lips speedy

[grinningsnapples]

GOODNIGHT GRINERTIA GANG!!!!

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part8. a complete silence rule

MINORS DNI!

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you and Vi came to library for studying, but she can`t resist touching you

・❥・ genre: smut + kinda friends to lovers

・❥・ word count: 1.9k

✎ warnings: 18+, smut, dom!vi, oral sex, fingering, sex in public place

WHEN I NEEDED YOU masterlist

a week after Vi was discharged from the hospital, she returned to college. she wasn’t allowed to play yet, but she didn’t miss a single practice, even if it just meant warming up with the others and then sitting on the bench to watch. she recovered quickly, but if you hadn’t insisted, she would’ve tried to play on the first day back. the doctor had strictly forbidden it, and you made sure to keep an eye on her. though Vi was eager to return to her normal pace, full recovery required time, as the risks were still too high.

another bit of good news - Troy was no longer on the team or even at college. you saw him clearing out his locker as his parents and security escorted him away. when you asked your dad if he knew anything about it, he simply kissed your forehead and told you not to worry. either way, you didn’t mind; whatever your father had done, it had worked. truth be told, it even scared you a little, but Troy got what he deserved. naturally, all accusations were dropped, and your mom mentioned in confidence that your father had threatened Troy’s family, saying you’d press charges for assault and all the vile things their son had done. it was a relief to finally exhale; for a moment, it even felt like the air without your ex was lighter.

without Troy’s bullying, Josh finally left the team, free from the person who’d tormented him for years. he seemed to have started playing guitar in his garage. but the biggest surprise was that he’d found a partner. according to Trish, they met at the last match and hit it off, though homophobic Troy had always intimidated Josh, and for good reason. long story short, many people in his social circle felt better without him, and you were glad it was over.

after classes, you met Vi in the parking lot. she kissed you on the lips and wrapped her arms around your waist, letting her hands slide lower. smiling mid-kiss, she murmured, “maybe I should transfer to another school”

“and why’s that?” you teased, slipping your hands under her shirt, pushing her jacket aside, and pulling her closer, which made Vi bite your lip.

“I can’t focus on school or anything serious when you walk around looking so gorgeous and tempting,” she said, squeezing your hips and leaning you against the hood of her car.

“I can’t stand my loneliness, especially when you two are kissing so sweetly out here for all to see,” interrupted a voice. it was Trish, standing behind you with her arms crossed. “just a reminder, Vi, that I was the one who first told your new girlfriend how beautiful you are, so both of you owe me”

finally, you and Vi let go of each other and laughed. Vi took your hand and said, “and I’ll be forever grateful to you for it”

“ready to go?” you asked Trish, who was still grinning as she watched the two of you.

“I came to say I won’t be able to make it today. mom’s not feeling well, and I want to stay with her. do you mind if we reschedule for tomorrow?” Trish said, looking a little apologetic.

“of course, no problem at all. send her my best and wish her a speedy recovery. if she’d like, I can bring over some of my mom’s special soup; it’s really delicious,” you replied understandingly.

“that would be wonderful. thank you, I’ll text you about tomorrow” Trish gave you a quick hug goodbye before hurrying home.

“where were you two going, and what’s been rescheduled for tomorrow?” Vi asked, curious.

“the library. we have a history test coming up, and Trish and I often go there to focus. there’s a total silence rule, so we can’t gossip or listen to music. it sounds odd, but we get distracted so easily that the library’s our only hope,” you explained.

“want me to go with you?” she looked into your eyes. “unless this is some kind of special friend ritual?”

“no, no, nothing like that, but are you sure you want to sit quietly for an hour with a history book?” you raised an eyebrow at her.

“yes, especially since I have the test too. I’m not playing right now, so the coach won’t be able to get me extra credit for athletic involvement,” Vi said a little sadly, clearly missing her usual active lifestyle. but you weren’t giving in - the doctor’s orders were law, especially for Vi, and she deserved the best care.

“alright, then, let’s go,” you decided to steer the topic away from sports to take her mind off it.

“why an hour, though?” Vi asked, referring to what you had mentioned earlier.

“well, it’s not strict or anything, just a rule Trish and I came up with: an hour of uninterrupted studying, then any break or distraction we want. it’s like a little motivation,” you shrugged with a smile.

“if it’s the rule, then let’s follow it,” Vi said as she opened the passenger door for you and got behind the wheel.

ten minutes later, you arrived. there weren’t many people there, so you took your and Trish’s usual seats near the bookshelves. as you’d told Vi, there was complete silence, only occasionally broken by the sound of turning pages. Vi sat next to you, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. when she turned back, she caught you staring at her hands, biting your lip, which made her smile and raise an eyebrow. you felt a bit embarrassed, but it wasn’t surprising - you never focused on Trish this way, yet with Vi nearby, you realized it might be a little harder to concentrate.

you quickly looked away, pulling out a sheet with the test questions. each question had a list of recommended books to review. pointing out a few titles to Vi, you both set off to find them. the history section had plenty of books, so it took a little time to gather what you needed.

Vi leaned over to you and very quietly asked where she should find a particular book, you pointed to the bottom shelf, and she nodded. running your eyes over the stand with books, you saw that a little higher is hidden a book, the author of which is your teacher, usually it is occupied by someone, but today was a good day. when you reached for her, Vi looked up and was very pleased with what she saw. the length of your skirt gave a good view of your underwear, which made Vi feel incredible desire and attraction. she carefully stood up and slowly ran her hand down your leg from your ankle to your thigh until her fingers were under your skirt. you almost didn't let go of the book from your surprise, your eyes became round and goosebumps ran through your body, you wanted to say something, but Vi only put her index finger to her lips. she took the book and placed it on the shelf, leaving her other hand on your butt, glancing over at you, she smiled at you, desire burning in her eyes, you felt incredibly attracted to her, so you moved a little closer. her lips covered yours, you tasted her as her warm tongue slipped between yours, Vi pulled you closer to you, squeezing your butt tighter, her other hand ending up under your shirt, her thumb gently caressing your skin as her lips kissed you.

she pulled away from you and leaned into your ear, saying “the rule of complete silence, remember?”. her fingers ran up the fabric of your panties under your skirt and she ran her hand down touching you. she smirked when she felt how wet you were, running a finger over your clit you rested your head on her shoulder holding back a moan. every movement seems very slow and you wanted more, you could feel the vibrations going through your body when her finger started stimulating your clit more actively, you held on to her with your hands so you wouldn't fall. she covered you with her lips again and you felt her finger enter you, a wave of pleasure covered your body, you immediately started to move on it, kissing her more passionately, your hips moving and your body getting heavier. she wasn't about to stop, her finger digging into you harder and harder as you struggled to hold back a scream. only the rustle of the books reminded you where you were now, you almost didn't care, you could feel your wetness running on her finger, you were so wet and excited that you didn't care if they could hear you now, you wanted her touch, you wanted to cum from her fingers, you wanted to show her what pleasure she brings you. when her second finger was inside you tightened your grip on her, and Vi sped up as much as possible, your legs were just shaking at this point. Vi's other hand pulled your bra down and squeezed your breasts, you threw your head back and surrendered to the feeling, you came so hard it made your head spin. holding you, she pulled her hand out of your panties and pressed you against the bookshelf, kissing you again. her lips moved to your neck and trailed down.

“what are you doing?” you said almost inaudibly in surprise.

Vi just looked up at you and answered “you said we had an hour”

goosebumps ran down your spine and she returned to your neck again, kneeling, Vi placed your leg over her shoulder and lifted your skirt, putting her index finger to her lips again to keep you quiet.

her fingers gently pulled your panties to the side, and she ran her tongue over your pussy, collecting a mess you had done earlier. your body was so heavy that you grabbed the shelf with one hand to keep from falling. her lips pressed against your wetness, she didn't tease like before, her tongue was immediately inside you, you opened your mouth again in a silent moan and ran a hand into her hair. Vi's hands wrapped around your ass, and she ate you out greedily as you held back a moan. she was sucking your clit and running her tongue which was giving you incredible pleasure, you were moving your hips to ride her face as she explored your most intimate place. the second orgasm didn't take long, you came from her tongue even faster than from her fingers. you didn't have any strength left, but how nice it was. she put your panties back in place and climbed on top of you.

“I see you liked it,” she said teasingly. you just bit your lip and nodded, straightening your skirt.

“maybe next time I can sit on your face properly” you winked at Vi and ran your finger over her lips which were still wet from you.

“no reason to wait, you can still stand so…” Vi smiled and took your things and led you by the hand out of the library to the questioning looks of the others.

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rodimus prime x gn! flirty bounty hunter reader

sexy aliens at hotspots near you! • rodimus has learned that maybe cybertronians aren't as feared by the rest of the galaxy as he thinks.

warnings: nsfw, sexual content. (fisting, valveplay, friends with benefits.) non-cybertronian reader.

"come here often?"

your fingers rub absently on the safety lock of a battered pistol. the sizzle of raw laser still sends a wave of nausea through your system, before your internal servers have forwarded through past memories and interactions to positively identify the cocky voice rumbling through your communications system.

your lips playfully pull upwards.

"how'd you get my line, roddy? don't remember giving you this frequency babe."

the laughter that follows is painfully confident. so much so, that you can easily pick the chuckles apart and find the nervousness coursing beneath. he's about to snip back at you but that's just so predictable, especially since he's much more fun tongue-tied.

"daww, you missed me pretty thing? and here i thought you were too busy being a lil commander. if you wanted me so bad you coulda just told me the last time."

rodimus lets out the equivalent of a bark. you turn your attention to the sky, squinting in an attempt to see if he was piercing through the atmosphere or not.

"oh, you're mean! you know, sometimes i think you just like to project. i get you that riled up, sweetspark?"

that's how he wants to play tonight? cute.

you make eye-contact with a ball of flame and melted metal dancing across bright, magenta skies like a comet out of hell. humming, your pistol meets your hip, belt heavy with equpiment.

"your paint job gonna hold, hm? coming down awfully hot, needy."

"am not."

"uh-huh. sure, speedy. you want me to buff it better later?"

"just get that expression off your face. ugh."

that smile is downright cheshire. this planet's entire warmth and core couldn't force his frame any hotter than the sly smirks you design. it's your plotting grin.

the possibilities send a nice shiver down to his pedes.

"good mechs get rewards. stop playing coy and admit you're stressed and you missed me."

silence, for once, fills your comms. he can imagine you sucking your teeth with a feigned, sour pout.

"... be ready."

your head tips back when you giggle. legs drape over a slender, glossy bike before it sets to hover over rusted terrain, helmet clicking into place as your suit whirs to function.

[ welcome back, user. where to? ]

wrists twist back until the engine purrs. you wonder if rodimus will too.

"the usual. clear my night and tell trax the job is done."

your bike and you shoot through the desert in a blur, leaving the approaching prime and your disintegrated target of ash far behind.

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rodimus knows he shouldn't be interacting with you on any level. like, at all.

it's not as if you're a major threat. he's learned the hard way not to leap to conclusions, though you've never made a point of following through with any threats and you're cute, kind of intimidating. almost some figment of his imagination that flits in the corners of his optics.

he hasn't told anyone, anyone, on the ship about you.

for one, they just wouldn't get it.

rodimus prime, captain of the lost light, dirty pervert who enjoys interfacing outside his species every once in awhile. who is hopelessly intoxicated by a being hundreds of feet shorter and yet lets 'em run him up a wall.

for two, he's sure it isn't "ethical." magnus wouldn't look at him the same and he already was in hot water.

for three? well for three, you should be in prison. he's not sure where or which one, but from his research and your blunt pride, you're not exactly a good person.

not entirely. you've gotten rid of some awful corruption and he doesn't like how he's starting to question where his morals and your efficiency mix, because he's certain you don't fry his processors that bad to the point he's losing his sense.

you do.

rodimus lands on the planet's surface, fields buzzing too much to remember the name or care about proper docking. it's not as if he's sticking around for long, per your request.

which is cool. totally cool.

rodimus feels like shareware when he transforms into alt-mode, aware you're probably already waiting. his pistons roar and he fights the urge not to ding you again, because yeah, he's needy.

so what if he misses your mouth? missed your skin, synthetic and otherwise, missed your foreign technology analyzing his ticks and limits?

he needed this. he deserves this, that much was true.

the crackle of his comms make his wheels bite rock aggressively.

"don't make me wait."

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he arrives not even five minutes later. you're too static to care about or remember his measurement of time. it's quick and to your standards and that's all that matters.

his chassis is dusty. sure enough, there is visible damage upon his descent. you don't look up, or over, your shoulder until he drawls in bratty greeting.

"you know, most hosts are a little more attentive."

there he goes. classic rodimus, always misbehaving. biting what he could chew and choking instead.

you let the silence grow awkward before you give him what he wants. you can sense the way he's unsure by how his vents vary, fans slowly whirring as they lower the temperature down a degree.

"and most guests are more polite. who said i invited you?"

poor thing looks like a kicked pet. his optic ridges droop and his dermas screw up, stubborn.

"i can be good. it's just... i need you, okay? that's what you wanted to hear, right? just give me tonight. please."

he slips down the concrete wall as steps, practiced and nonchalant, drift his direction. all his insecurities and want bubble to a nasty concoction and his legs part without command.

he can feel it. your stare, right on his closed array. the visual, physical culmination of his obsession dripping and oh, primus. your mouth is opening and you're letting it fall on your tongue.

"hahhh.. frag." he stores the image in a file far away.

"like candy, roddy. i can forgive you for intruding if you haven't been touching yourself like i asked, darling."

he groans and his digits scrape the foundation. you suck your finger and he's shaking.

"sure tastes like it."

frag it all. you make him so desperate it's embarrassing.

he nods his head fast and his panels pop and lock open.

leaning forward, you make a mental note to see just when your schedule will open up again this lunar cycle. while his spike is just as pretty as he is, an curved phallic throb of silver metal with sparkling, ruby bio-lights, you dip lower instead.

rodimus didn't have time to ask, hearing the whoosh of your thrusters and suddenly tongue and spit find his node with turbokitten licks.

"ooohhhh, okay, hah! w-warn somebody before you just g— guhh..!"

you never ask him to mass displace when intimate. it's partially the reason he feels so gross. there is no reason for him to be this broken already.

he should be breaking you. you should be under him, unable to take an inch. unable to think straight, or walk straight—

you're nibbling.

the rounded knob is rubber and thick. solid. firm, but slippery. you're not worried about harming him, though you do bite harder than necessary to ensure he's getting stimulated.

transfluid starts to drench your chin as you swirl and slobber, forming a warm suction that earns you a glitched moan.

"yes, yes, yeeeeeeaaahh... j-jhust like. ah! that.."

eager fingers circle his valve. he hiccups his approval.

then, your hand. he has to focus on not crushing it but from the yelp and helm bumping the ceiling, he wasn't expecting the action at all. you dreamily continue to coat him in your saliva as your wrist slithers in.

rodimus is sure he's going to offline.

you're not big. that's been established. but he still has to ease his calipers, legs trembling as you shove more and more of your forearm in him.

"please don't stop. i-i'm sho sorry. i'll be good. i'll be so good fhoure yew."

lubricant coats his faceplate when he hears your wicked amusement murmur against his valve instead.

his processor is fuzzy. he can't grab at anything because his strength will collapse the support beams, or you'll shoot that domineering leer that makes him feel like he's tipped over a vase.

rodimus whines, bleats. after lapping and swallows, your mouth has lost patience and drifted to his pulsing shaft instead. your lips are so much softer than a cybertonian, pillowy and velvet.

meanwhile, you are lazy. still pumping up to the elbow, in and out, in, out, innnn, outttt.

"let me see you cry, honey. so cute when you do. so handsome. so pretty."

the captain ex-vents sharp. his optics are cerulean. they glow in the darkness and drink you up.

"y-yeah?"

greedy! he's too obvious.

"you're the prettiest cybertonian i have ever seen." there it is, that engine growl. it vibrates your form with a tickle.

"my little light. my perfect...", you know what you're saying is going to make him overthink. you keep going because you feel how close he is already. "perfect prime."

that does it. rodimus tries to reboot his vocalizer as he shrieks out, dopey and bursting. a large, pink pool puddles at his aft, a single servo snatching you by the waist by instinct and dragging you up, up, up, up.

his glossa shoves down your throat and you paw at his helm.

he wants this burnt into his very being. his spark is thrashing.

"give. more. c'mon."

smoothing away tears, you suckle. his glossa slithers out and spit and fluid makes spider-web bridges between your mouths.

"you know i am not that mean, right? relax your pistons."

rodimus looks at you, albeit too tenderly. you close your eyes and distract you both instead by kissing him again.

"hah. as if. you're evil."

"you seem to have a habit of letting evil people around you, roddy." clink. the suit on your body phases off. he looks like he wants to stick you in his intake, drool and all.

"... touché."

[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟱]

synopsis. megumi believes that the greatest stroke of serendipity is his dad and you tucking him into bed.

words. 1.4k

warnings. none!

note. living off of gojo crumbs these days..life is not gojo-ing the way it used to gojo 😔💔

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family tasted like honey. thick and sweet and easy to spread out, even though it was a pain to wipe the excess of it off the spoon.

megumi knew what honey tasted like, but it was too sweet for his tastes until the evening his dad tucked him into the sheets and the dim lights of the lamp dipped the room into golden hues. kuro and shiro were curled up at his little feet, keeping megumi warm and cozy like a cocoon of fur.

a teddy bear — one that satoru had won for him at a fair — was in megumi’s arms while he stared at his dad with eyes like that of a doe. innocent and pure, but a little sleepy around the edges. “where’s [name]?” megumi pouted, blinking his big eyes.

a look of surprise flashed across satoru’s features and yet..he wasn’t surprised at all. the kid was so attached to you, always wanting you in this little home and asking about your whereabouts. he had been devastated when satoru explained why you couldn’t come over because of your period and even wrote you a little card, wishing you a speedy recovery for your tummy aches.

“she’s washing the dishes, little man,” satoru explained calmly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you need anything from her?”

a beat of silence. then, megumi nodded his head once slowly. “yeah. it’s important.”

affectionately, satoru ruffled a hand through megumi’s messy locks and chuckled like he always did: so carefree and easy-going. “fine. i’ll get her. wait a sec, yeah?”

megumi eagerly waited in his bed with his black eyes round as the moon and shimmering like the night sky just outside his window when his dad came back with you in tow. the mattress dipped underneath your weight and some more as satoru took a seat right next to you on the edge of his bed.

this was the picture megumi wanted to see for so, so long.

his papa being next to his mama, tucking him in and wishing him a good night.

“papa told me you wanted to see me?” you asked with a gentle smile sitting upon your lips, voice soft as silk and warm as..honey.

yeah, maybe honey wasn’t too bad if you were there.

the innocent words of a mere child got stuck in megumi’s throat. dark eyes darted about the room, plump cheeks reddened like ripe apples on a warm summer day and for some reason, his heart was pounding under his ribs. instead of hurrying him, you waited patiently for megumi to find his words that had gotten lost in his throat.

“can you tell me another story?” megumi mumbled into his precious teddy bear with the fancy bow wrapped around the neck.

ah, how sweet of a kid megumi was. you swore your heart melted like ice-cream in the sun and turned into nothing but a puddle.

“you tell him bedtime stories?” satoru inquired. lips pulled into a warm smirk, he couldn’t help but feel curious what his son and the cute babysitter were up to when he way away for work.

“i do,” you confirmed, “every evening, i tell him a story until he falls asleep.”

satoru chuckled. “you’re lucky, buddy. [name] never tells me stories when it’s bedtime for me.”

at that, megumi giggled. “papa’s jealous.”

was this what family was like?

to have mama and papa sitting on the edge of his bed, tucking him in and being so playful with each other? to go on walks together and have mama tend to his scraped knee while papa was busy scolding the stones megumi had slipped on?

megumi never wanted to let go of that feeling. ever. not even homework could ruin the warm, fuzzy feeling of honey in his tummy.

nonchalantly, you waved a hand in front of satoru’s face, brushing his feelings of so-called jealousy off. “anyways,” you said, “let’s see what tonight’s story will be..”

behind you, you could feel satoru pouting at the way you dismissed him like he was nothing but a fly on your shoulder and maybe he even whispered to megumi how cruel women could be, but you paid his antics no mind.

“ah.” your face lit up when you came up with a little story. “a long, long time ago, there lived a princess far away from home. all she wanted to be was a child, but her big bad brother forced her to become the wife of a king of a culture foreign to her. but despite her hardships, she wasn’t alone. you know why?"

a gasp fell from megumi’s lips; the kid was obviously hooked from the very moment you opened your mouth. “tell me! what happened to the princess? did a prince rescue her?” he asked, wanting to know all the details about the world you had made up in your head just for him.

shaking your head, you smiled and leaned in like megumi’s excitement was rubbing off on you. “even better. she was gifted three dragon eggs that would eventually hatch and bring magic back to the world…”

while the princess was starting to conquer the world with her dragons and make a name for herself, megumi fell asleep. his little eyes felt like lead and all that could be heard were his soft snores and an occasional sniffle. the teddy bear was still held tightly by megumi though. not even an apocalypse could rip the plushie from his hands, you and satoru thought.

“so dragons and princesses? that’s what you’ve been telling my son about?” satoru inquired once he closed the door behind megumi’s bedroom and it was just the two of you on his couch, watching the last scenes of some mediocre rom-com play out.

“so you are jealous,” giggling, you nudged satoru playfully before relaxing back into the soft cushions with a sigh making it past your lips.

it was a little moment of peace before you’d go back to your own home. the more you were with the gojos, the more you noticed that your four walls lacked some life. sure, a couple of plants lived on your shelves and on the window sill, but they weren’t a little kid asking for cookies right before lunch or dogs barking in their sleep or satoru who’d keep you company on the couch.

home was nice, but this..this was family. life.

“maybe a little bit,” satoru joked and stretched his arm along the backrest, so close to your shoulders. how badly he wanted to just pull you in and relive the moment you snoozed away on him, but he refrained from doing so.

like there was an invisible line he didn’t want to cross.

satoru blamed the rapid beating of his heart on the way you handled megumi. how couldn’t he feel a little attracted to you when you got along with his son so well? it was just the hormones, he wanted to tell himself but the budding feeling in the soil of his heart spoke otherwise.

it wouldn’t be long until that sprout would grow roots and bloom into something that would fill the cavern of his chest; lungs, arteries, heart and veins. all of it would be in full bloom.

while satoru could rip out the budding something like it was weed, he chose not to.

“you know, there is a little party that my company holds and i thought it’d be nice if you became my plus one,” satoru spoke in soft tones before settling his sky blue gaze on your surprised face. he could watch the cogs in your head processing his words and then– ah, it clicked.

“..are you sure? i don’t think i’d fit in well.” furrowing your eyebrows, you immediately thought about all those men in suits from brands you couldn’t even pronounce and their curled mustaches, their wives draped in diamonds and everything fine.

it was a world you didn’t belong to and yet..

“let that worry be mine,” satoru assured you with an easy shrug of his shoulders and a smile on his lips which was so easy on the eyes. “you’re the only person who could make that evening interesting and there’s free food.”

“i’m in.” you immediately agreed.

satoru blinked in surprise.

so all it took for you to accompany him was the promise of free food.

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135 for Peter- I can’t- it genuinely sounds like something he would say🗣️

Peter Maximoff/Reader drabble: ⚡"I'll be honest: I get off on the thought of you."⚡ warnings: use of "truth serum," dirty confessions. also, i don't usually post unedited writing. apologies if this isn't up to par with my usual, polished work !!

Spending a venturous night sneaking around with your bestie, you followed behind him on your toes. Stealthily moving through the X-Men’s base of operations, you found yourself snooping in Beast’s lab. Your teammates all slept upstairs in the mansion. Which gave your mischievous pal all the time in the world to unleash hell. Peter had a bad case of sticky hands that night. He smuggled a few gadgets from Hank’s lab tables.

While he gave into his klepto compulsions, you busied yourself with a mini-fridge labeled "Samples. DO NOT TOUCH!"

You were a good little nugget. You knew you shouldn’t be so nosy. But part of you wanted to take the risk, just to impress your trouble-maker friend. Giggling quietly, you pulled the fridge open.

“Duuuude! Check this shit out!” You whispered.

Your curious eyes scanned the army of glass vials lined up neatly inside. Cool air fanned your face as you leaned in. Squinting, you read off the labels one by one, mumbling their names under your breath. Peter appeared by your side in a speedy blur. He peered over your shoulder. On impulse, he hastily snagged a vial or two without a second thought.

“Oh, dude, sick! Are these his nerd potions?” Peter snickered.

“I think so! Metamor-...Metamorphose Elixir? What the…” You tried to keep your laughs at a low volume, “Angel’s Essence. X-Celeration. Honeysuckle…” You scoffed as you picked through the fridge, “I don’t even know what half of these mean. What’d you get?” 

Absentmindedly, Peter paced the room. He moved backwards with effortless grace, reading the vials in his hands. The stolen gadgets stuffed in his jacket pockets made sharp noises as they rustled together.

“Uhhhh…Super Sonic Boom…pppffbbbttt…what even is that?? I told you, Hanky boy’s, like, nerd supreme.” Peter rolled his eyes affectionately, before reading off the next one, “And I got…OHHHHHOHOHO!” He raised his voice a little too much, and you quickly shushed him, “Sorry! Sorry! Just…check it out! Truth Serum!”

You skittered up to Peter, snatching the vial from his hand, “You really think it works??”

Peter wiggled his silver brows. His lips stretched in a cat-like grin. Totally aloof and super chill.

“Only one way to find out, ah?”

You popped the cork off the vial, giving the sample a sniff test. Neon liquid bubbled inside. It reeked strongly of pickle juice. The scent made you reluctant to try it first. But after an impromptu game of rock, paper, scissors - of which you ultimately lost - you braced yourself and took the tiniest swig.

“C’mon! That was nothing! Don’t be chicken shit!” Peter teased, tossing the other vial in his hand into the air, catching it before it fell to the floor.

You smacked your lips and hollowed your cheeks, feeling your eyes overflow with tears; all in immediate reaction to the serum’s sour flavor. Several seconds became a minute, as you stood there in silence. Over eager and irritable, Peter huffed. He rapidly tapped his foot. Before breaking the silence with a restless exclamation of-

“Well!? Did it work ‘er not?!”

You chuckled, gesturing with the vial.

“I hate it when you do that.”

Peter’s expression fell. He slumped his broad shoulders, catching the other vial just in time after tossing it again.

“Huh? When I do what?” He asked, giving you a defeated, puppy dog look.

“That. When you act so impatient? I can’t tell if it's super annoying, or ridiculously cute.” You spoke without filter, shifting your bashful gaze, “And…augh. Please stop looking at me like that. You really are so freaking cute it’s unbearable.”

“Wait...are you...” Peter’s lips curved upward in a cocky grin.

Covering your mouth with a hand, you felt your cheeks heat up in a flash.

“Did I…what the hell did I just say??”

“You really think I’m that cute, huh?” Peter sheepishly blushed. Pulling his lip between his teeth, he flitted his gaze to the vial in your hand, before meeting your shy eyes again. He threw you a nod of his head, “Lemme see that.”

Peter downed the entire vial in one shot, instantly shuddering as the tart taste oozed down his throat. He smacked his lips, scowling, looking at the vial with a single brow raised.

Not even two seconds passed before he openly admitted-

“I’ll be honest. I kinda get off on the thought of you, like, all the time.” He said on impulse, his dark gaze still fixed on the empty vial.

When he tilted his head up to meet your eyes again, you gaped at him with your peepers blown wide. Peter blushed an even brighter shade of scarlet. Laughing uneasily, he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uhhhhh…heh…uh…wow…awkward.” Peter whistled, shaking his head, “I guess…safe to say…this shit most definitely works. Way to go, Beastie!”

“Do…” You hesitated, biting your tongue for a microsecond before you found the courage to continue, “Do you really think of me like that? Because…I mean…I'm kind of into you too.” You confessed without meaning to, "Or...no. I'm really into you."

With no filter to hold him back anymore, Peter's lips moved at an alarming speed. He began spouting an onslaught of filthy words. As he did, you felt hot, pulsing wires of tension pull between you both. Drawing each other in closer.

“You say that now. But if you knew how much I beat my meat thinkin’ about your body, you'd never wanna talk to me again. It happens like fifty times a week. I just can't help it, babe!” He shrugged, his face burning hotter and hotter with every loose word, “H'oh, man. I should shut up now. I should really shut up. Before I admit somethin’ else. Like how I can't stop starin’ at your ass when you're not looking.”

“What!?” You burst out laughing, hiding your blushing face with your hands.

He matched your laugh with his own, “Sorry. The pickle juice of truth's got me acting all kinds of loco right now.” Peter bit his lip again, stifling his next words before they slipped out anyway.

“Sometimes you get a feisty attitude with me and it really turns me on.” He added, "Ah...shit."

Basking in the thrill of this back and forth truth game, you parted your lips. Anxiously awaiting your own, inevitable disclosure.

“I've always wondered what your speedy tongue would feel like on my…” You sealed your mouth shut once more, groaning into your hands.

"YOOOO! No way! Seriously? You're twisted, baby. That's hot."

Carelessly discarding the vials, letting glass crash the floor without a moment's pause; Peter grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into him. You both searched each other's eyes frantically.

A devastating degree of mutual attraction had the two of you on edge. Peter waited for you to break the silence with another sexy confession. You did the same. Waiting. Anticipating his next words in hopes he might say something to further turn you on.

“I have a huge boner right now.” He fessed, biting his tongue to suppress his giggles.

You wheezed loud enough to shake the earth, surely waking up the whole mansion.

[yanderestarangel]

—ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴇʏᴇs┊ʙɪ ʜᴀɴ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

TW: porn plot, smut, ftm reader, sex without a condom, creampie, bdsm, daddykink, praise kink, brain rot, v!sex, collar.

The silence of the night was interrupted by your heavy, lust-filled breathing, along with the mechanical sound of the chain that connected to the collar around your neck. — the other part, which pulled you, was held by Bi Han's strong hand, who watched you as if you were a work of art that only he could access.

"Beautiful..." He sighed, praising you softly when he saw you so submissive to him, practically crying to please him. Your knees hurt and your thighs were bent on the cold floor — waiting for any command from him, just something to obey him and have the pleasure of touching him. The grandmaster's cold hand went to your face and lifted your chin enough to caress your lower lip.

"You should really see how beautiful you are now." Bi Han's words came out as a broken moan, seeing you vulnerable like this, he grunted as he saw you put your head on his muscular thigh, your hand going straight to his sore bulge in his pants. His erection pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, practically begging to be released and make you a quivering mess begging for cum — just for him.

You moaned at the sight of him taking off the adornments that held up his lin kuei uniform, the soft, erotic sound of fabric rubbing against his hard flesh was enough to make you whimper at the sight of his cock finally naked and in front of you — heavy, thick, a little darker than his exposed skin and with a head dripping with precum.

You could smell musk and a surreal heat coming from him, most of the time he was cold in every place on his body, but when he got so hard for you, the low temperature was replaced by a heat that made your clit throb.

"You always make daddy so happy, spread those legs wide, be a good boy for me." Those words made you see stars, every affirmation, every compliment, it was all worth it if it meant you could please him at the end of the day and feel him deeply inside you, as if you were one, even if for a while of orgasmic joy.

Slowly, reverently, he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock brushing against your slick, eager folds.

As your mouths remained joined in the sweet, languorous kiss, Bi-Han slowly entered you, the initial penetration slow but deliberate, as if cherishing each millimeter that connected them further.

You felt every inch of his hardness as he filled you up, inch by inch, not taking the speedy route but rather the passionate and intimate one, enfolding your body around him, letting it know he belonged there, just as much as your heart did with his.

"Fuck... so good for me, you're my slut aren't you? My pretty boy desperate for my cock." The cyromancer pulled the collar a little more, making you look him in the eye as you felt the fat tip of his cock slowly hit your cervix, making you have difficulty speaking or thinking anything other than moaning his name until you drained. every drop of his cock — "Let me see those eyes, be a big boy and keep your gaze on me..." He moaned hoarsely as you heard the obscene sound and also the soft weight of his balls repeatedly slapping your ass, each thrust made your legs shake and you cried and just became a sobbing mess because of his cock filling every inch of your wet hole.

His fingers found your rosy bud, teasing and fondling it, adding to the sensations already coursing through your body. He could feel that you were wet, tight, warm, every inch of you a perfect fit for him. A soft grunt escaped from his lips as you clung to his biceps, the grip sending a chill down his spine, He increased his thrusts, making you unable to even protest and just accept that pleasure that threatened to consume you.

"Damn so warm..." Without hesitation, he bent to your breasts, giving them a hungry, possessive bite, a trail of hickeys decorating your tender flesh. He moved to your neck, sucking on the delicate skin as he left his markings there as well, branding you with his passion and devotion.

"Beg, my sweet boy... Beg your daddy to fuck you, to fill you with his seed." He wanted you to know what kind of power he had over you like this, how utterly and completely at his mercy you were, and he would take advantage of every inch of it.

The look in your eyes when you looked at him, knowing you wanted this, it made Bi Han feel like the king of the world.

A small and weak but messy and needy "please" left your lips and that was all he needed to hear. Feeling your body tense, Bi Han knew it was time to deliver, and so he thrust hard once more, unleashing his hot seed inside of you. His balls tightened, emptying all the way, coating your insides with his cum, while you cried out in pleasure, your pussy squeezing him.

"Good boy... Fuck-- good boy..." His hot seed filled you completely as he continued to thrust, even after he orgasmed, enjoying the way your walls milked him, the way your moans turned into whimpers, the way your body trembled under his — he slowly pulled out of you, leaving a trail of his seed, watching as it dripped out of you, forming a hot and sticky puddle on the sheets.

As you laid there, panting deeply with lust, Bi Han leaned in and kissed the top of your head, then he would turn you to face him, petting your hair, looking at you with a satisfied smile.

"I love you so much, baby boy, I'll never leave you... You're mine forever, aren't you?" He sighed softly, hugging you tightly and finally releasing the collar from your neck, but you both knew that you would never leave him either, you were addicted to it after all, addicted to being Bi Han's obedient boy, and honestly, you couldn't be happier to be used by him like this.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[tinytennisskirt]

i need more vampire art

more vampire boyfriend! art headcanons with a plot, super simple tied together 💋🍒🥤🧛🏻

warnings: mentions of biting, some slight smut, kissing, mentions of alcohol and marijuana, more plot less headcanon

pt 1 here

- vampire art biting your hand, specifically when you go to cup his face, his teeth against your skin, never piercing, but biting. or when you use a hand, thumb on one side and fingers on the other side of his mouth just to squish his face endearingly and he bites that little place between your thumb and fingers. sharp teeth. cute sharp teeth. like this:

- vampire boyfriend, so of course he remembers a lot more than he should. simple things, but before he turned you, he was remembering things you did that even you didn’t remember- with ease, too.

- vampire boyfriend who is still gentle when he touches you just because he’s used to thinking he can hurt you. he can’t anymore, or he can try, but it’s hard to. but it doesn’t stop him from being gentle when he kisses you, when his hands slide over your skin. he feels less cold than he used to, but that’s because you’re as cold as him now. you remember the ice of his hands over you and now he feels warm, almost. and you never knew him to be warm, so it’s different but it feels good. and safe.

- you don’t sleep anymore, so losing the comfort of sleeping next to him is tough, but it’s still just as lovely to lay in silence with him because boredom is hard to come by when you’re a vampire. especially a vampire in love.

- when twilight comes out it’s so funny to watch and know. honestly not far off from your reality and you are confident you’re the only people in theatre who are able to relate remotely. you spend the whole time after talking about it and laughing over things.

- when you kiss, you like to bite his lip. he loves!!! it when you do. more than most things. he loves how your teeth feel against the plush of his lips and it’s a weakness, if you weren’t already his weakness as a whole.

- it’s only you, he knows that- it can’t be anyone else, nor would he want it to be. you both can’t die a normal death but it’s good to know he’s all in for until whenever that abnormal ending comes. just how it is. how could you both be almost immortal and waste that on anything else?

- when the sex is good, it’s good. he’s gentle, you’re not, he loves it. mess of teeth and bodies and god- the speeds at which you’d never be able to handle if you were still a regular person. stamina like nothing you’ve ever felt and are the orgasms,.., better? all you know is that it takes a few hours to come down from that sort of high.

- art will continue to buy you flowers, even though they seem to die all the time, but it’s just the way you perceive time that makes it that way. he replaced them the second they start to go so you don’t have dead flowers in your presence ever. he’s always speedy and replaces them for you. it’s a new bouquet every few days.

- vampire art who does the killing for you when desperate and in need of something. animals only. you’re SO twilight for this. ‘vegetarian’ vampires, but he takes care of everything. you miss regular food a lot and sometimes it’s a little upsetting, the way you eat, what you eat- and art is always there to comfort you through any of those periods. he’s sweet, running a hand up and down your back, telling you that you need to do it to keep going and that eventually, you’ll get used to it.

- and he’s like that every time you miss what used to be. he’s there, always, on his knees sometimes just to comfort you, running hands up and down the sides of your legs to comfort you, wide-eyed, crooked grin with those sweet little sharp teeth. he’s there every time you feel low about vampirism. you miss your life, he knows that, he won’t ever dismiss it. he misses it too. more than anything. but you’re in it together and he makes sure you know that. and that he’s sorry. it’s his fault. but you never let him take blame because you wanted this. it was your choice and you’re happy with it, just not all the time. and that’s okay.

- the entry thing is so real. obviously, you’re young forever but at least you’re old enough to go to bars. however, it’s tricky when you have to get in. funny, like a sitcom, asking to go into the bars and clubs when you’ve already been pat down and asked for ID. you and art can’t stop laughing the first time it happens, leaning against each other- the bodyguard guy thinks you’re already drunk. you’re asking to talk to the owner, laughing. only the owner can let you in since the guy lives in the place above the fucking bar.

- or worse, when patrick starts living out of his car early twenties and swears it’s a temporary situation and you both can’t get into his car without asking first. a drive with music turns into a whole ordeal when patrick refuses to give permission saying to just get in. but he lives there, you can’t!

- patrick learns a few months later why. and it’s a shocker but he’s been cracking jokes about it since art turned, so it’s not really that big of a thing. just takes him some time. he wants in on it too.

- you sit in a circle talking and patrick is the only one who can get drunk off of alcohol but you and art found some creative way to feel something, i don’t know what but imagination might work. so you’re tipsy in your own way and you’re talking to him about it and he really wants in. it’s a thought…

- being drunk is fun when you’re a vampire but with patrick around it’s a little dangerous. number one, he’s still human duh! and two, your alternative to alcohol acts the same way wine does… red, dark, lustful. so when you kiss art, the kissing doesn’t stop because you’re into it. so into it. and patrick who was originally minding his business rolling a joint, looks over at you and art kissing on the bed and he can’t take his eyes off of you both. you kiss him with so much force, it’s more than he knows he could take.

- when you take a break from kissing and the conversation starts up, the vibe slowly begins to change. you wipe your lip and grin, sitting a little dazed against the wall. patrick comes and sits on the bed, lights the joint. he asks if sex is better as a vampire, to add to his list of pros in the persuasion list. he thinks it’s going to be fun to be a vampire. and you answer honestly, with a few more details than needed and it gets things rolling and establishes the fact there’s an ask coming from patrick without him saying the words. asking questions, getting closer to actually asking.

- art is yours. he will always be yours. vampire boyfriend! but it doesn’t always need to be just the two of you. and soon, with everything in the room seeming to get hotter and hotter, patrick asks them if they’d still ever fuck a human- given an alternate reality where they aren’t together and art has his answer, technically he had you while you were still human and yeah, in an AU, you’d do it. so he proposes it then. there. and in a few minutes, patrick has art pinned to the bed and they’re kissing.

- you intently watch their mouthes as they kiss. watching. noticing. seeing. and it’s not long before their mouthes get traded out for yours and you and art, vampire boyfriend and girlfriend are sharing patrick tonight. it’s easy, you’re all friends. it’s a good thing patrick likes it rough- with your guards down, it’s easy to get carried away.

- you don’t really talk about it later, but it’s not a taboo topic. it’s been referenced a few times since in good context. patrick, however, can’t get rid of the idea that he wants to be a vampire. you tell him as a friend that he doesn’t want it and it’s not as great as it seems. but he still wants, which is fine. just… not a great idea.

- vampire art has taken up journaling because it might be fun to document the years and you do stumble across his notebook. he took up journaling one month into being with you and it documents everything you’ve been through, his inner thoughts, and it’s filled with words of love and thoughts about you that could come off as poetry. he’s really well-spoken, you knew that, but he was good with written words too.

- he has all these ideas for your future together. saving for a house, getting jobs round the clock for a year and saving for a place of your own out of stanford. talking about the fence- he loves to daydream about it. it’s you and he knows it. he wants everything that he can have with you. kids are now out of the question, but there’s ways. and you’re so young too… with so so so very many years ahead.

- he’s learning to rougher with you, taking what you have to give and adding onto it. his walls are falling down around him and god, he’s good when he’s not obsessively gentle. not to say that isn’t amazing, but change is always fun.

- you get into a fight one night. you’re on the couch and you don’t think art should turn patrick. art wants him to, patrick is his best friend and he knows what he’s getting into. but you tell him that you know patrick thinks it’s all fun and strength, speed, and sex- not considering the fact his future is screwed up. that eventually people would wonder why you aren’t ageing. saying patrick only sees the pros and never the cons. and that turning him might be a mistake. art is opposed, but he hates to offend, so he’s trying his best not to. and you’re distraught. the way you are when you miss being human. and he wants to comfort you, but his position needs to stand. though when you look at him like that he can’t do it. he’s sorry.

- his apologies do mean something. when he says sorry he does what he can to make sure it’s a permanent change. he wants to keep you happy, he never wants you to hate him. he looks at you with his eyes soft and he means what he says when he says things. he’s sorry. you’re sorry too. and you talk about it calmly.

- it’s decided that you talk to patrick again before deciding. so you do. you tell patrick all the negative things and he still wants it, so art makes the plan. and it’s okay. it’s what he wants. it just takes a while to get used to.

- it’s good that the three of you are the same now. the diet he regrets. you told him he would. but the three of you hang out a lot more. tennis is a lot more fun with those accelerated features and it’s fun to watch the boys go. it’s dangerous and exciting.

- art makes almost too much time for you. he worries that you might think he wants more time with patrick, the now-vampire- you didn’t think so. but he’s curled in your lap and he just wants to ‘make up for his time with patrick’ pretty much tenfold. cancelling on patrick, even. just to sit and watch something with you for hours. just to kiss you. he will cancel on everyone for you. shamelessly to them- he tries to keep it from you.

- in those hours that a person would usually sleep, it’s usually spent awake, eyes closed, non-talking. it’s a good time to think and destress and unload all the experiences that no sleep comes with. constantly up, constantly doing something. art respects it, always. if he has something urgent to tell you obviously you wouldnt be ‘asleep’, but it’s never so important. quiet downtime is important and he’s gentle, he would never ruin that.

- he brags about you to anyone who will listen. he’s got a lot of time to brag and he’s going to take every chance possible.

- the plan to work your asses off with multiple jobs a day for a year goes by in no time, and soon enough you have enough for your house. patrick pitches in and takes the basement apartment of the house. and it feels normal. three vampires living life. it’s going to be a long one but you’re in the right place.

[moolovesyou]

finals week | angus tully x reader

a/n: just finished my last final, i have a massive headache, but i must do this or else the voices in my head will get me.

s: its time for finals and angus tully is not a very good study buddy.

w: sex mention, no actual smut.

wc: 1.7k

"Angus Tully, I swear to god if you don't walk away in five seconds, I will hurt you in ways the KGB couldn't even imagine."

You were just trying to study. You went the full mile, going to the public library for complete and utter silence. Unfortunately, Angus had spotted you from the Barton courtyard and followed you with the false intention of "also studying".

You rubbed your temples, staring at the chemistry book intensely in hopes it'll radiate into your skull. You could feel Angus's stare on you from across the table.

"I just wanted a pencil." He mumbled, scratching his scalp and adjusting his curls. "If I don't have one then I can't work, and then I really won't shut up."

You groaned loudly, erupting a sharp 'shhhh!' from the librarian on the other side of the library. You reached into your bag, grabbing a particularly dull pencil and basically launching it at Angus. He picked it up, analyzing the lead tip.

"This-"

You glanced at him with a glare that no curse word could've amounted to. With a single lift of your finger, you pointed him to the pencil sharpener on the wall, never taking your eyes off of your book.

"Thanks, angel." Angus winked obnoxiously.

You and Angus had a weird relationship. He would call you every pet name in the book and behave all chivalrous, opening doors and giving you his seat at fundraisers. You were a blushing mess all the time. You weren't as straightforward as him, but you had your ways. Angus would get flustered whenever you touched his hair or wore your uniform with one or two buttons left unbuttoned on purpose.

You two had something going on, but neither of you had the guts to do anything about it. Especially not now, during finals week. However, you couldn't deny the cloudy fuzz of seductiveness forming in your brain. When you were supposed to be thinking about atoms, you were thinking about Tully.

You looked up from your book with curiosity. It had been too quiet. Angus was stood at the pencil sharpener, standing incredibly still, staring at you with wide eyes. As soon as you noticed him, he perked up. He was waiting for you to look. He signaled the sharpness of the pencil, pretending to stab himself with it. He sprawled his hands out, leaning against the wall with a small 'thud'.

You couldn't hold the small chuckle from your lips. It egged him on. He sprung from his feet, marching stiffly like the royal guards to his seat in front of you.

"Are you gonna study now?" You scoffed, a small smirk playing on your lips.

He pursed his lips. They were chapped and slightly red from how much he chewed on them.

"Sure." He looked down at his book, realizing it was upside down, and proceeded to flip it and open to the first page. Not even one second past, before he opened his mouth again. "Can you help me here?"

"First of all, you are astonishingly smart. We both know this. Second of all, that's the table of contents." You sighed.

He nodded as if he was still trying to understand.

"Oh, you misunderstood." Angus reached forward, grabbing your free hand. He brought it to his chest and placed it directly over his heart. His fingers wrapped around your wrist. "I need your help here."

You could feel the thumps of his heart. Thump, thump. It was a speedy rhythm, which makes sense because Angus uses his nerves to deliver comebacks that George Carlin would holler at.

You grinned, "Oh my, yes you do." You spoke in a sarcastic, yet sultry tone. "Your heartrate is irregular. I reckon you have 1 more hour to live if the heart attack gets to you before I do."

He laughed, dropping your hand to the table. You faced your attention back to your book, writing your notes on your journal beside you. You had finished the chapter on the atomic structure, finally feeling some sense of relief. All that's left is the periodic table.

From under the table, Angus inched his foot closer to yours. He nudged your shoe slightly, then shoved it forcefully. You narrowed your gaze at him, moving your chair backwards for more legroom. It didn't seem to matter as Angus kept nudging you with his feet, trying to pull you forward by clamping one foot in between his legs and yanking backwards.

The chair screeched loudly and you almost slipped off your chair. Another 'shhhhhhhhh!' was heard, this time uttered with more silent rage.

Your gazes connected. His face was plastered with this look of feigned innocence. His face tilted forward, resting on the palm of his hand. He looked at you through his lashes, darting his tongue out to lick his lips. A small smile grew on his face. If he wants to play, we'll play. You took your chances and slammed your foot in between his thighs. Of course, you didn't actually castrate him right then and there, kicking low enough to hit the wooden chair. Yet, he took the message, immediately sitting up straight with a red tint all over his face.

You continued with your studying. The words were blurring together. Lectures were more your thing. Nothing was retaining. Every morsel of information was blocked by a big wall of boredom. It was frustrating.

From in front of you, Angus could tell you were struggling. He was going to offer to help, but his hubris urged him to push you to come to him for help. It was diabolical, but you were going to break soon. You just needed one more push.

You turned the page, pinching the bridge of your nose anxiously. Your brain felt like a foggy, humid morning. Then, interrupting the beautiful 6 minutes of silence since Angus spoke, a whistle. A whistle in the tune of 'Build Me Up Buttercup' by The Foundations. A song Angus listened to and thought of you so much that he began to taunt you with it.

It started off slow and barely above a whisper. But then, it grew gradually. He looked everywhere but you, minding his business. It got so loud you were about to call over the librarian like she was the national guard.

Then, it happened. You snapped.

You lunged your hand forward, scrunching Angus's cheeks together. The whistling stopped abruptly. His brown eyes widened. With your other hand, you reached it forward slowly. It hovered over his pencil, before you flicked it off. It rolled under the desk.

You kept your hand on his face, preventing any cheeky quip from spewing out. Your eyes never left his. He kept glancing between your face and your hand, as it moved over to your pencil. You picked it up slowly, raising it in the air, before dropping it to the floor.

"Oops."

You gave him one last glance before letting go of his face. You stood from your chair crouching down under the table. Angus practically threw himself off of his chair, banging his head on the desk in the process. He was on his hands and knees, trying to fit in the small space. You sat still.

Even in the dark, you could see the paleness of his face and that sculpture-worthy nose. Many times you just wanted to trace his nose with your finger. His eyes flickered between your face and the floor.

"Is this it? Are we doing it? I don't have a condom but I can pull out." He nodded excitedly.

"I needed a private place to hurt you. I want to pass this test before I get arrested." You gritted your teeth, picking up your pencil and holding it to his neck.

"Are you sure that's all you wanted to do? With the way your hands were on me, I think we could've covered a few more bases, angel."

Your lips formed a thin line, rage dissipating into exhaustion. You brought your knees to your chest, hugging your legs.

"I can't do this. I accept defeat. I'm gonna fail." You spoke with monotone.

Angus scooched closer, "Hey, you're gonna pass." He rested his slim hand on your knee, rubbing it softly. His act had dropped, he couldn't stand seeing you like this. "You're so smart, you're just a little tired. I can help you."

"Really?" You raised your head. Angus nodded with a smile, tilting his head cutely. His curls covered his face slightly. "I owe you."

"You don't have to do anything." He said in a soft whisper, eyes never leaving yours, sending pangs of exhilaration into your heart.

You bit your lip.

"What if I want to?"

He sat up immediately, hitting his head on the bottom of the table. He hissed, rubbing his scalp.

"Angus Tully," You leaned forward and you could feel his breath on your face. "If you help me, I'll go on a date with you."

"Really?" His face lit up, eyes squinting as his grin covered his whole face. "Next Friday? After finals?"

You nodded.

"Seal the deal." You whispered.

He put his hand forward, but you pushed it back down. He glanced back at you, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. You leaned forward slightly, hoping he would take the hit. Angus let out a single nervous exhale through his nose, before closing the small gap slowly. Your lips interlocked for a soft kiss. His chapped lips were smooth and meshed with yours perfectly. You reached your hand forward, placing it onto the back of his skull. You scratched his head, and he leaned impossibly forward, applying pressure with more fervor.

You both leaned back, faces red with blush.

"Careful, before they actually think we're having sex." I warned. He ruffled his curls nervously, playing with the tie around his neck.

You handed him his pencil that had been forgotten. The both of you popped out from under the desk, earning a few curious glances from other studying patrons.

Angus hurried over to your side of the desk. He scooted his chair as close as possible to you. Your shoulders and knees touched. The two of you couldn't stop the smiles from showing on your faces.

"So, chemical reactions, huh?"

[theyanderebin]

Yantober Day 4! Homemade Meal!

OR home"maid" hah! Get it? Cause she's a maid! Aha!

This is my silly maid girl, she's so happy to be around you!

My browser is set to American English and i need to change that at some point! Seeing as i am not American and it is frequently making me doubt spelling choices lmao-

(Prompt can be found on @ozzgin's yantober list which is! You guessed it! right here!)

It's about 690 words!

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Her day began with humming cheerfully as she opened the windows and allowed herself, about.. two minutes to breathe in the air. And then she was off! Practically speeding through her morning routine! There was a mission she had and she would complete it! Shower? Check! Uniform? Check! and still cute, she twirled into her next step her black dress fanning out. House windows? Opened! Beds? All made!!

To the kitchen! With determination she skipped her way down there blonde hair bouncing gently with every step. She pushed the door open staring down one of the cook intently. "Fine.. fine.." They sighed, shifting there food prep elsewhere in the kitchen. "Yes!" she quietly hissed, cheerfully stowing herself away in a section of the kitchen to prepare breakfast. For you! her beloved! She had to make sure it was perfect! and it would be! She'd even been skipping out on journalling in her afternoon free time just to practice, granted a few of the cooks were getting growingly exasperated with antics. "They simply don't understand!" She thought humming as she whisked a small bowl of egg mix. "I love them so much! It's perfectly sensible i want to provide for them!" Pouring half into a hot pan and attentatively watching it as she generously sprinkled in a few extras. Folding it in half and flipping it. "Oh i hope they like it! I hope they love it!" She plops one almost perfectly cooked omelette onto a plate. Making a second, swiftly repeating the actions. Laying it to on a plate. She giggled quietly to herself, "It looks like a heart!" She cooed in her mind. Setting it aside to keep warm in a low heated oven close by. Toasting some bread as she smashed an avocado, mixing in some lemon, garlic and a smidge of chilli. Also maybe a tiny bit of her saliva but that's between her and the avocado!

With Your omelettes and avocado toast lovingly plated she bid the kitchen a speedy adieu! Hoping desperately to deliver it to you right as you wake up from your beautiful slumber. Ah.. how peacefully you slept! The moon gently peering around the edges of your curtains, painting soft lines of light across your perfect face. How lovely it was in those quiet moments, even if you didn't know she were even there at all. She relished them.

Speaking of relish! She had arrived to your room with your avocado toast! It's not really relish though, is it? Oh well. She knocked gently on the door, silently shifting her weight from one foot to another for barely five seconds before gingerly pushing open your door. Shutting it behind her. "Good morning," She chirped quietly as she wandered closer to your barely awoken from. Plate set on your bedside. Leaning her body slightly closer with a sweet smile on her lips, "I've prepared breakfast for you. I thought I'd give delivery since you've been working so hard.." Praising you as you blearily sat up. "Oh.." You yawned, stretching "Thanks." She placed the tray in your lap.

It was only a little awkward while you ate, her wide eyes staring in almost unblinking, excitement? A smile permanently affixed to her lips as she watched you. Finally she broke the lengthening silence, "How is it? Do you.. like it?" With the way she stared at you, you weren't sure if you could say anything but yes… Not that you would! It was pretty good after all! If you were to say no.. you almost shuddered at the thought of her bright eyes dulled with sadness or worse hurt. "Yeah," You said cutting another chuck of omelette, "It's really good." You smiled, placing it into your mouth. Her eyes practically sparkled more than a jewel upon your simple praise. "Ah!" She clasped her hands together, "I'm so glad you like it!"

She would be riding that high desperately for the week to come, her journal overflowing with how much she would love to cook for you again and how overjoyed she was that you loved it! So much so in fact that her handwriting was notably worse that week…

[jesswritesthat]

Miya Atsumu: Daughters

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~900, fluff

• Atsumu ponders a question he recently got asked in an interview and drags the whole of MSBY into it.

Warnings: None

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"Who would you let your daughter date out of the team?"

It was a question he'd been asked at an interview recently, one he'd skilfully dodged and redirected to his love life with his clever response of 'Well I gotta find the love of ma life before thinkin' 'bout that~’.

Now he had a spare moment, gifted to him by the sheer curiosity of his teammates, he actually gave it some thought.

Bokuto and Hinata stood eagerly beside one another, practically bouncing on the heels of their feet once the faux blondes' analytic gaze landed on them.

"Well definitely not yous' two, that's for sure."

"Omi! I'd let you date my daughter." The pair hadn't a moment to deflate when the blonde instantaneously snapped to Kiyoomi who was as sharp as ever with his response.

"And risk being related to you through marriage? No thank you Miya."

"Oi, ya can't talk to yer father-in-law like that Sakusa Kiyoomi!"

Hinata hummed aloud in thought, surveying the MSBY Jackals before landing on a welcome option.

"What about (L/n)?"

You'd strolled up at this point, wanting to see what all the fuss was about when you heard your name. Atsumu meeting your surprised gaze with an analytic one of his own.

"Hm?"

"Seeing if 'Tsum Tsum would let his daughter date you." A quiet sound of understanding left your lips as response to Bokutos' disclosure, once more darting back to the uncharacteristically silent Setter.

"Ah mean..." Atsumu blanched, fingers darting to the back of his neck as the panic set in. "I would want 'em to but wouldn't like 'em to."

Not only yourself, but Bokuto and Hinata stared at him perplexed, brows raised in curiosity meanwhile Sakusa shook his head with a resigned sigh.

"Wait, what's the age difference? Is (Y/n) still my age or my daughter's age - 'cause that's a whole other story."

"Daughter's age I guess?" Shoyo shrugged, looking to Bokuto for assurance.

"Then what's the age difference between me an' (Y/n)?" Atsumu asked again, mentally calculating in his head before Bokuto jumped in.

"Why so many questions? You never gave anyone else this much thought."

Silence. Likely concocting a lie.

"Yes I did!"

You were certain the team had mentally flashed back to the instant "Not you." they'd received and focused on the severe lack of questions he'd asked regarding them.

"No you didn't."

"Nope, literally was right here when you said it."

You thought he would've come up with a better lie.

"Then— then it's because (Y/n) isn't a teammate."

"Woah! HOW DARE YOU 'TSUM 'TSUM!" Kōtarō clutched you immediately, pointing an accusing finger at his setter. "(Y/n) is apart of the team, just because they don't play on court doesn't make them less important!"

"That's not what I—"

"For the record, I'd treat your daughter amazingly Atsumu! I'd bring her flowers, make her smile, and care for her when she's sick by making dinner. Oh! We could cook together too - maybe she'd like to visit new cities and restaurants with me." You gleamed momentarily, the way he'd crossed his arms and looked away from you with a pout amusing you slightly.

"No not happening, yer a terrible match for ma daughter and I won't allow it."

"Guess it's Sakusa who wins the date." You casually shrugged, Kiyoomi grimacing at the thought.

"I didn't want it in the first place."

"Omi Omi don't be so rude!"

You rolled your eyes as they all went to begin practice with varying farewells, yourself returning to your own role with nothing more than a playful smile.

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It wasn’t until practice was over did you realise you hadn’t quite escaped their shenanigans for the day regardless of your speedy exit. Atsumu cornering you whilst you collected your belongings.

"Yer in a hurry, ya got plans?"

"Actually I'm eating at home tonight."

"Oh was ma daughter unavailable fer ya to take out to dinner?" It was said pettily, a childish tone in play that only caused you to shoot a snarky remark to the MSBY setter.

"Atsumu, are you jealous of your non-existent daughter?"

There was a moment of pause where he shot you an expression of pure offence that soon morphed into an intense stare off - him breaking far quicker than you'd thought.

"She gets to do all this cool stuff with ya and yer haven't even met! We don't do any of that and I've know ya fer ages!"

"Atsumu... all you gotta do is ask y'know? We can hang out when we’re both free."

“No that’s not what I mean! I don't want my daughter dating you because I wanna date you!" Your eyes widened at the proclamation, so that was why he was acting so weird about this whole thing.

“Date me? Atsumu are you feeling alright?”

You only received a groan mixed with defeat and aggravation, the man carefully linking arms with you and once again bring you to his teammates.

"I've changed my mind on (Y/n). It's all worked out." Though sceptical at Atsumus’ apparent newfound confidence in the previous matter, Hinata was the one to hes Tōya toy question his setter.

"So... you'd let your daughter date (Y/n)?"

"Hell no! My daughter can't date her parent, that's just wrong."

"Atsumu!" Immediately you pushed his proud frame with a shocked and frustrated yelp, the team practically howling at the idiocy you’d both displayed.

"What? We're gonna—"

"Shut up Miya! You're going to say something I'll want to slap you for."

Of course they’d worked out he liked you from earlier, but the last thing they expected was this open chaos - you certainly weren’t going to date him anytime soon now.

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[okkalo]

What about a request of Mikey confessing to his crush in the aftermath of Kanto Incident?

hi anon! this was my first time writing mikey,, hope i did him right,, also sorry for the wait!! i kept doubting everything i wrote and kinda restarted lolz…anyways! hope u enjoy!! <3

i tried not to include spoilers so this should be safe for readers who haven’t gotten to the kanto incident yet!!

mikey x gn! reader

“y/n, you came.” mikey’s voice made you turn your attention back towards him. he was dressed in his usual comfy attire with his hair half up, nothing out of the sorts by the sight but it still felt off. perhaps it was because of the time apart from him.

“mikey, hi,” you greeted with a smile, one that paired so perfectly with the afternoon wind that he’d be a fool not to adore. he walked up to you, sitting down next to you in such casual light, almost as if you two were never apart. despite his easiness, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous—something mikey was quick to catch onto.

he moves his upper body so that his shoulder collides with yours, nudging you slightly to the side. your narrowed eyes that were quick to point at him only made him smile.

“what was that for?”

of course, he just shrugs, playing innocent, “whoops.”

you can’t help but scoff, sending your shoulder into his to give him a harder nudge. mikey only giggles at it, unaffected. if anything, he’s happy you loosened up, reminding him of the person he fell for.

“you’re such a child, mikey,” you sighed, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes catch onto his boyish giggles for a moment longer. something in you swirled at the sight, it was no secret that you missed him.

“stop lookin’ at me like that, i’d think you have a crush on me or somethin’,” he mumbled, his hand giving your thigh a nudge as he looked forward to the scenery. while he acted nonchalant, you panicked on the inside, your widened eyes giving it away. did he know?

“who said i have a crush on you?” you hastily asked, trying to play it off.

“really, you don’t?” he suddenly shot his head towards you, his eyes widened in surprise. “i thought you liked me back,” he mumbled, as if they were the easiest words to say in the world.

“i never—wait what?” you immediately paused in your words to look over to him now, cheeks slightly pink as you two looked at each other with the same widened eyes. “you like me?”

“i like you a lot,” he confessed, his eyes relaxing only to narrow, now scanning you. “you don’t like me back?”

well, that was unexpected.

“no! i do!” you immediately correct him, now feeling foolish as you were hard contradicting yourself. mikey, confused even further, just stared at you, mouth agape as he tried to read you. just as he was about to break the silence, his stomach instead took the honors of voicing how hungry it was.

“you’re hungry? of course, you’re hungry, you’re mikey—let’s go eat,” your speedy words only gave away how flustered you were at the situation. before you could go too far, however, he was quick to pull you by your wrist back down to him, your faces just inches from the other.

“can i do this?” he asked in a muttered voice, his eyes indicating exactly what he meant as he looked at your lips.

and god, if only he knew what that did to your stomach, which was swirling with butterflies. still, your eyes meeting his, you could only give a small nod, not trusting your words to do the rest.

he was quick to move in, one hand on your cheek as his lips slid against yours. he was surprisingly gentle, against all things you knew about mikey, his kiss was gentle and short. he greeted you once again with a smile as both of your eyes fluttered open to meet each other once more.

he opened his mouth to say something, though his stomach was quick to cut in once again, groaning. you couldn’t help but giggle, the moment already making your heart pace with excitement. he only gave a soft chuckle, his hand reaching out to nudge your arm.

“let's get something to eat first, i’m hungry,” he spoke softly as he moved to stand up, his hand immediately reaching down to help you stand. “then let’s talk.”

unedited. thanks for reading!

[sethsclearwater]

Paul coming home from patrol to reader having an anxiety attack and comforting her

you weren't totally sure how you got here but here you were, curled up in bed doing your best to calm yourself down as you processed the news of how quil got hurt on patrol from yet another rogue vampire in the region.

although emily had let you know that he was perfectly fine thanks to his speedy healing abilities, you still couldn't help but get yourself worked up over the thought of something happening to paul who was also out on patrol.

you weren't sure how long it had been but after what seemed like forever, you heard the front door open and close followed by the sound of paul's footsteps coming over to your bedroom.

"princess?" paul called softly, his footsteps picking up when he heard you sniffle as you sat up to wipe the tears from your cheeks that couldn't seem to stop falling.

as he stepped into the bedroom, he immediately saw your shrunken figure and was quick to come stride over to you, "hey, hey, deep breaths," paul cooed, climbing into bed next to you so he could pull you into his lap and hold you close, "take some deep breaths princess," paul murmured, gently running his hand up and down your back as you tried to calm yourself down enough to explain what was stressing you out so much in the first place.

you couldn't seem to calm yourself down though and just settled for wrapping your arms around his neck, shifting in his lap so you could wrap your legs around his waist and hold him close to you as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

his scent alone was enough to calm you down a bit, your nervous system finally giving you a bit of relief as you took him in, squeezing him tightly to you. paul continued murmuring quiet reassurances to you, clearly giving you a few minutes to calm yourself down a bit before asking you what was wrong.

you knotted your fingers in his hair, gently stroking his scalp to soothe yourself a bit, "you're okay," paul murmured, pressing his lips to your temple for a soft kiss as he listened to your heart rate, patiently waiting for it to slow down a bit more before continuing, "can you tell me what happened?" he asked, also running one hand up your back to gently thread his fingers through your hair and scratch at your scalp.

you sniffled, nuzzling your nose against the crook of his neck, "jus' got scared you were gonna get hurt," you whispered, tightening your grip on him as another wave of tears came rolling down your cheeks at the thought of him getting hurt on patrol.

paul let out a heavy sigh when he realized you already knew about the quil situation, just gently scratching at your scalp for a few moments while he thought about his response, "promise i'm okay princess," paul reassured after a minute, pressing another gentle kiss to your hair, "'m right here," he added softly, peppering your hair with gentle kisses.

you nodded, taking a few deep breaths, both of you just sitting together silently as paul allowed you to calm yourself down, "why don't we put on a movie? you need to get some rest kitten," paul suggested after a few minutes of silence, kissing your hair when you nodded.

you lifted your head from his shoulder to peek at him, gently cupping his jaw in your hands so you could get a better look at him, "can you stay here tomorrow?" you whispered, a pout on your face that had paul feeling horrible for how upset you were over him.

"i'll be here as long as you want me to," he reassured, sliding his hands down to rest on your hips, "promise," he added softly, offering your hips a gentle squeeze.

"why don't you lay down? i think that'll make you feel better," he suggested, offering you a soft smile when you nodded, allowing him to help you lay down. you quickly tugged him down with you so he was spooning you, barely containing his chuckle as you intertwined your fingers with his free hand while he grabbed the remote so he could get something on the tv for you two to watch.

[mxdarling]

["did you miss me? because i really missed you" / "no! i'm not going anywhere and neither are you! we're stuck together now, i'll make sure of it"]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: the greatest detective, will never leave your side and neither will you leave his.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1.8k

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] my first bsd work LOLL god when I say I was writing this with trembling hands I wouldn't be lying, I was so scared to write for him even though he's one of my favs fufuu I just hate mischaracterization and i don't wanna fuck this up, anyways thank you anon for requesting ranpo with #30 and #22! it has been my pleasure to write for him LOLL enjoy!!

[warnings:] lowercase, ooc ranpo, yandere behavior, they/them prns, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, ranpo sits on reader's lap, mentions of stalking, implied reader being blackmailed by ranpo, reader is taller than ranpo, non consensual kissing (cheeks & lips), ranpo licks reader's fingers, eavesdropping.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

RANPO EDOGAWA, the greatest detective in the world, one who could solve a case in under 3 seconds, your annoying and childlike coworker, the one who has no ability, is currently following you around like a lost child. this has been going on for—at least, 4 minutes max—just him trailing a few centimeters behind as you continue to walk to your destination. in all fairness, when he found out you were going to the grocery store, he immediately jumped into the conversation and decided by himself that he's going to join you during your trip.

"areee weeeee there yet? i don't remember the journey to the store being this long!" a loud whine comes out of ranpo's mouth, worsening your mood as you hear his whiny voice, the kind you'd hear from a 6-year-old child who is simply too impatient to wait for their turn. from your peripheral vision, you could see several people looking at the two of you, ranging from confusion to judgmental stares. his shoulders are down, making him have a slouched body posture as he walks behind youin a more lazier manner than you, who is so close to speed stomping and leaving him behind.

"are we ther- hey! wait up!"

scratch that last thought, you're going to have a pleasant trip to the grocery store and you're going to leave him behind if that's what it takes to have peace of mind.

(fortunately for him, you didn't. your dislike for attention proves to be something he could use to his advantage, seeing how you crumbled under the feeling of many eyes turned towards you two when he whined and cried in the middle of the sidewalk, making a scene in broad daylight, taking his wrist in your grip, and dragging him along to your destination, making him match your speedy pace. he'll definitely keep this in mind for future use.)

the office was quiet, and you were alone in the room—switching between writing and reading a bunch of papers piled up near where you're sitting. despite having gone through just a few pieces of paper, the weight on your shoulders and back has gotten rather heavy, like you didn't stretch your limbs beforehand after waking up from your 5-hour rest. the silence was odd, to say the least, not that it wasn't unwelcome; it just made you curious about what your co-workers were up to, which made them not present in the office today. maybe yosano is out shopping, maybe kunikida and dazai were out chasing down criminals, and whatnot, maybe atsushi is helping out to solve a case with... him. the oh so great detective, fucking ranpo.

as much as he preached about how great he is and how everyone else in the detective agency respects and admires him, you were quite indifferent towards him in general. you aren't sure what everyone sees in him or what makes him so interesting that he's able to get this much attention—in other words, he's just plain boring in your eyes. actually, scratch that; he's more than boring; he's an absolute brat. he's whiny, always munching on his snacks so loudly, refusing to do work or cases sometimes, and acting like his super deduction is an ability. what's even worse is that he seems so determined to bother you constantly, every chance he gets. rarely are you left alone and left to breathe from the overwhelming detective—even if you are given a moment of peace, he'd come running back acting like an even bigger headache for you.

"(nameeeeeee)!" filling up the room with his shout, he pushed open the door with such force that it banged so loudly that the noise echoed to the other side. you could feel his attention on your back as silence once again filled the room. in the most coincidental (and worst) timing, the headache you were talking shit in your head comes into the office—a dreadful pit building up in your stomach as you mentally pray in your head for whatever ranpo is going to put you through this time. you could hear the skip in his footsteps. every step he takes, more sweat starts rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and imagine a life without ranpo, without the suffocation of love and attention he gives you, without the anxious thoughts of being followed on your way home (you have major suspicions that it's ranpo but have nothing solid to prove it's him), without him blackmailing you into compliance, without-

dragging you out of your inner thoughts, the headache makes impactful contact with your back. "did you miss me? because i really missed you!" he says in a cheerful tone, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight grip and rubbing his cheeks against yours like someone would greet their lover when they miss them so much (he's doing it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, you think). to further prove your point, he smashes his lips against your cheek, not once, not twice, but multiple times in the same and adjacent areas of your cheek. if this had happened to you several months ago, the simple act of him trying to wrap his arms around your shoulders would make you go away from him as fast and as far as possible—even more so if he tried to kiss you, your water bills would skyrocket through the roof for how much time you would spend in the bathroom trying to scrub away the kiss on your cheek.

"no i didn't, actually" having gotten used to his (non-consensual) affection towards you, his actions do not faze you; on the outside, that is, there still remains that pit of disgust you used to have all those months ago. those urges to swat his body away from yours to give yourself some space are still there, yet you do nothing to act on any of them. you simply decide to indulge in whatever antics he has up his sleeves this time for the next few hours of your day—not that you had a choice, anyway.

(several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times he intentionally ignores it for his own benefit. the one time he went overboard was when he made himself comfortable on your lap, handed you several sweet snacks you assumed he got from his secret stash, and forced you to hand-feed him until he was satisfied. to say this stunt of his hindered your productivity would be an understatement. you were way behind your planned schedule by the time you finished hand-feeding him all the sweet snacks.

just as you were about to ask him to get off, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, saying something about "there's still some crumbs left!" which confused the fuck out of you until you felt the wet sensation of a tongue licking your fingers. the horrors expressed on your face seemed to further encourage the amused ranpo, as he started sucking on your fingers too! neither of you two brought up that incident again, though you're glad he hasn't done this again; you aren't sure how well you were going to handle the next one.)

"i guess you could say smart men are my type," you say rather subconsciously without any thought or care of your co-workers' reaction to your answer, instead putting all your focus on your computer screen and continuing to type away as you hear several gasps and 'no way's from your left side.

"(name), are you.. sure smart men are your type?" there was hesitation in their voice, disbelief even—like they didn't believe you the first time. "uhh.. yeah? i didn't really give much thought, but intelligence is hot, i guess," you said once again, answering in the same manner you did the first time. you weren't sure what they were trying to get out of this conversation, but if you had to guess, most likely they're attempting to set you up on a blind date. "..alright, if you say so.." they say, ultimately ending the conversation and switching topics to avoid making the awkwardness linger in the atmosphere.

(little did you and your co-workers know, the great detective was listening in on the whole conversation. hearing every word that came out of your mouth, to say he stumbled upon your little talk on accident would be a lie—he doesn't go to such lengths without a reason. to say he's surprised by your type of men like your co-workers were would be another lie, but he's quite puzzled. if smart men are your type, why do you always seem to give the expression that you're disgusted by him? no matter, as a detective, it's his job to uncover every bit of mystery and solve for all the missing pieces.)

stepping out of the building, bidding farewell to your co-workers, and parting ways as you walk to your house, taking extra caution by putting your keys between your fingers in case you were to be stalked by someone, especially a certain someone you've been trying to avoid all day long...

"(naaameeeee)!!" and speak of the devil; he shows up to come and ruin your day just when you're about to go home—how fun. you let out a tired sigh and turned around to see ranpo running towards you at full speed. the sight set off alarm bells in your head, so on impulse, you tried to get out of his way and hoped he ran too fast that he ended up hitting a light pole straight in the face. yet it seems this day of yours wouldn't be so lucky, because suddenly he grabs your shirt, pulls you a little lower to his height, and then kisses you on the lips.

your eyes widen in shock, momentarily stunned for a second, before you feel your instincts kick in and roughly push him away.

"ranpo, what the fuc-!?"

suddenly you feel an unexpected impact hitting your chest, emitting a surprising noise from your mouth, making you cut off mid-sentence. ranpo buries his face underneath your chin, rubbing against your skin with his cheek like it's a pillow—opening your mouth. you tried to protest once more against him, but nothing came out. the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrap around your torso and your arms holding you in a tight grip, sending the message that he doesn't want to let you go. after what felt like eternity to you, he looks up and shows you the poutiest expression you've ever seen him make.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you! we're stuck together now; i'll make sure of it!"

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PLEASE DO NOT COPY, REPOST, SHARE, TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION + REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

[shockinglyangel]

HOW THE SLYTHERIN BOYS ARE IN BED

MATURE

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

- Was a virgin before he met you

- Aggressive top, soft bottom

- Skilful hands!

- He's very good at kissing both your lips

- Hair grabbed (make sure to glue your wig down)

- Into pain, but only if it's done to you <3

- BIGGG on eye contact

- "Look at me when I fuck you"

THEO

- Down for whatever, whenever

- Holds your hand during

- Super slay aftercare

- Pretty aggressive but will tone it down if he notices you don't like it

- He's as much of a receiver as he is a giver

- Enjoys watching you crumble beneath him as it's an ego boost for his already inflated ego

- Experienced

BLAISE

- Quick, speedy, zoom

- Into the taboo

- Such a giver but doesn't complain if you want him to receive

- Secret about his sexual endeavours so it'll most likely be in a private place

- After Quidditch in the changing room is the only exception

- Find you want to please him very attractive but will most likely turn it down so he can please you

MATTHEO

- Much rather receive but he's totally fine with giving

- Is highly experimental, out of everyone you're not likely to die while having sex with him!

- Pretty rough

- Impressive rhythm

- Not too keen on silence and will most likely have some sort of song on (based on the era, that will be so funny so have fun getting down to Elton John)

- Verrrry spicy

- Will definitely deny you that sweet sweet release and then leave!

LORENZO

- MUNCHHH

- Would spend hours, days, weeks, months down there if he could

- He is a starved man

- Loves when you take control

- HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING

- If cameras exist you'd have a lot of whimpering audios iykwim

- Worships your body very single time

- can go multiple rounds

- aftercare is top tier

TOM

- Rough.

- Will literally go until he are both physically exhausted

- his mass of stamina is slightly concerning

- Cares more about his down pleasure (L for you)

- Isn't much of a giver, would happily receive though

- Morning sex, celebration sex, angry sex, make up sex, happy sex (rare), sad sex - i think you get it

- thinks sex is the solution to everything

[hwajin]

— anywhere but home

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: — hwang hyunjin | 4k follower event

genre: suggestive, fluffff??

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

Long after midnight, city lights past you, flashing speedy, bright. Hyunjin's hand on your thigh, the other on the wheel, driving familiar streets, the way to your house. It was far too early. Too early to lose his touch against you, too early yet to say goodbye, too early to leave him for the night.

Your street and he was ready to turn, park you, give you a kiss and leave for home — you couldn't leave him yet.

"Don't turn here. Just keep going."

Surprise laced in his demeanor and he gave you a look, yet complied. Kept driving, past your place, past your neighbourhood, onto streets that still looked familiar, less homely, though.

"Why, you good?"

Another look, a squeeze against you thigh — it was far too early to let him go and you'd be utterly crazy to.

"Yeah, just don't wanna leave you yet. Don't want this night to end."

Your voice barely a whisper, within laced a hint of seduction, of desire. For him, his closure, his devotion to you; you needed him always, through sleep and endless nights.

Another look at you, darker now, more knowing, longing. A firmer hand on your leg, a turn into yet another street, fairly secluded, almost offside. And he stopped the car, swiftly and impatiently, turning off the motor, meeting eyes with yours.

"C'mere."

You found yourself on his lap in moments, shuffling to get between him and the steering wheel, a task uneasy though he moved back his seat for better access. Straddling from left and right, hands on his nape travelling to his washed out hair, his own playing with the hem of your shirt, caressing waist beneath the cloth. And your lips found their places on each other, instinctely. He clashed into you, teeth against teeth and sighs filled the small of the car, silence broken into sounds of initial pleasure.

Hyunjin grabbed onto your hips with more vigour, more purpose, lust laced within his motions, infecting you. You were his and his only as he was yours, and maybe, if you believed it enough, your time would never have to end, this night would never have to end if you didn't leave for home.

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[rocketinthesky]

Partners in Misery

“You fucking idiot. Would it kill you to be careful so I don’t have to worry about you all the time?”

- A GAX Zombie Apocalypse AU (George Russell x Max Verstappen)

‼️-cw: injury, blood, adult language ‼️ ~1.1k words one-shot | read on ao3 instead

George felt lightheaded, gasping for air as he fell to the ground. He’d sprinted away from a hoard of clickers and got caught in a broken window in his escape, a shard of glass digging into the flesh of his left side. So much for a quick supply run.

As expected, Max was none too pleased when he showed up busting through the front door of their temporary hideout.

“What the fuck?”

George glanced up at him from where he leaned against the doorframe, a sharp pain shooting up his side where he still tightly clasped down at the bleeding wound. He was struggling to catch his breath, let alone give Max any response.

“George? What the fuck happened?” Max’s voice started to sound more frantic, eyes darting all over George’s figure before landing on where his palm is pressing into his abdomen. Max’s eyes widened, terror, anger—grief, George thought, a flicker of it, but maybe he was being delirious—washing over his face as he growls, “Did you get bit?”

George barked out a laugh, ignoring the smarting in his side. “You’d be delighted to put us both out of our misery, mate.”

“George.”

George’s eyes travelled from the serious look on Max’s face, down to the tautness of his shoulders and finally to his fists clenched at his sides, trembling ever so slightly. It was hard to take Max’s anger too seriously with that cute lisp of his.

He heaved out a sigh. Everything ached. He wondered if he would bleed to death soon. He was too scared to check the wound.

“Clickers.” He finally said, averting Max’s gaze but aware of its intensity boring into his skull. “A hoard of them. I needed to get away as fast as possible, y’know they’re some speedy motherfuckers. Leapt through a broken window and got a shard slice through me.”

Max didn’t say anything. The silence was resounding; George could hear the blood rushing to his ears, his heart pounding in his eardrums, and Max’s quick, soft breaths filling the space.

And then—

“You fucking idiot. Would it kill you to be careful so I don’t have to worry about you all the time?”

George snapped his head up, equal parts incredulous and exasperated at the scowl on Max’s face. Max turned around, walking away from him in swift steps to rummage through his backpack. When George saw him carrying the first aid kit towards him, he felt his frustration subside.

Max didn’t utter a word as he carefully goaded George into removing his hand from the wound. His expression didn’t change, giving nothing away to the severity of it. George decided to do himself a favour and not look down.

“Take off your shirt.” Max ordered. It was pointless when before George could even move a hand, Max began to do it himself.

George flustered at the action, the proximity, then flushed redder at the realization that Max’s touch was evoking such a reaction from him when he was teetering the line of death.

Max worked silently, disinfecting the wound before bandaging it up, only opening his mouth to tell George to stop moving so much at every violent jerk of his body from the pain.

“Mate, I’m trying, but it fucking hurts!”

Max looked up at him then rolled his eyes. “Your fault for being a fucking idiot.”

“Fuck you.”

A hint of a smile played at the corners of Max’s lips. George tried to relax as much as he could now that he wasn’t in any immediate danger. Rather, he was quite safe. Besides, he was a little distracted as he watched Max. He was aware of how blatantly he was staring at Max’s concentrated face, but Max was kind enough to not call him out for it.

“I wouldn’t be happy doing that.” Max said suddenly.

George didn’t know when he’d closed his eyes, but they fly open, a little dazed and confused as he looked at Max. Max didn’t look back, still working away at his wound, but continued.

“Putting you out of your misery. If you got bit.”

George’s heart had finally settled a little but at Max’s words, almost a whisper between them, has the muscle galloping in his chest. He glanced down, notices how Max’s hands are shaking a little as they carefully work at his wound.

“Wouldn’t be less miserable yourself?” George said.

“Such an idiot, Georgie.”

There was something uncharacteristically fond about the way he said it that had George’s eyes widening in disbelief.

“Since when were you such a romantic, Maxy? Thought you hated me.”

George expected a quip back, perhaps even annoyance. Instead, Max looked up at him, the hard set of his jaw relaxed, eyes softened and gleaming under the dim amber glow of the dissipating sunlight piercing through the gaps of the boarded window.

“Since we ended up together in a zombie apocalypse, maybe.”

George only realized his jaw went slack when his tongue started to feel like sandpaper. He closed his mouth shut with a click of his teeth, in his mind a deluge of emotion. Some old, some new. All of them insanely complicated, as it always was when it came to Max.

He thought about the irony of it all, the first person he’d find after the world had essentially gone to shit being the guy he always butt heads with on and off the track. He missed racing, the controlled thrill, the passion, the competition. In a world now overrun by more zombies than living humans, George only had his feet to run and keep him alive. Running into Max was an accident, and staying together to keep each other alive was only convenient.

He wondered, when had it become the goal to keep each other alive and not to keep themselves alive?

“You’d rather live on in misery with me then?” George said after a long silence.

Max’s lips curled up, something feline-like in its quality.

“Misery loves company.”

George would laugh, but the sound hitched in his throat when Max suddenly cupped his cheek.

They locked gazes. George swallowed down his nerves, his disbelief that this was happening. That Max Verstappen, three time formula one world champion, his biggest rival on the track since the day George started racing, the man who rarely even looked at George without any cameras around—Max was leaning towards him, head tilted ever so slightly, breath ghosting over George’s lips.

George’s eyes flutter closed at the press of warmth against him.

Kissing Max Verstappen felt just as good as it used to whenever he beat him on the track.

Kissing Max Verstappen made George want to try and keep going despite the inevitable doom the world was heading towards.

Kissing Max, the softness of his lips despite the rough slide of his cracked skin, the heat of his palm bleeding into his cheek, the pain in his side now bandaged and forgotten…kissing Max felt like misery.

Misery in its impermanence.

In its bittersweetness.

In the way it made George forget he was ever miserable to begin with.

A/N : hello hello i do plan to post the second part of the soulmate au very soon! But i asked for a prompt from bestie and she delivered and then happened hehe hope yall enjoy this little drabble. Also! I would love to get prompts in my asks, so feel free to send any with what ship you’d like, and i’ll try my best to write them out! Can be dialogue, trope or word prompts. Thanks for reading <33