#someone has a thing for muscles huh…👀👀👀

[j-liz]

Comic + update!

Beckers shame…

Here’s a gender swap comic for all of you!

So a little update, I’m going to be taking some classes this spring for learning purposes, so I’m gonna be spending a lot of time working on them! I will try to post as often as I can, but it will not be as frequent for now. I will try posting regularly on ko fi so my monthly supporters can really get their moneys worth, but I totally understand if some of you would like to withdraw for now! Remember, you are way more important! A full color version of this comic will be purchasable in my store, discounts will be applicable for all monthly supporters! Not all pages are painted exactly the same, as I’m experimenting with coloring styles but I hope it’s ok for y’all! Thanks for reading!

[matenrou-fan]

Hii, sweetheart! I don't remember if I've already asked you for a request but.. I've just realized that you write even for Obey Me! so I needed to request you something! 👀 you're free not to write it anyway! 🤗🌸 so..

Could I request for some headcanons for Beel, Mammon and Levi with an opposite gn!s/o? As "opposite" I refer about someone who's like completely different from them, for instance someone who's vegan or even on a diet for Beel etc..🤣 I know it's strange but I'd like to see how the bois would act with someone who's completely different from them.

Thank you so much and good luck with your blog! It's lovely! 💜 (love for that Doppo gif under the welcome message btw 👀✨)

Beel, Mammon, and Levi with an opposite NB! s/o

omg Hebi hi!!! (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠!! hiii I'm your biggest fan <3 It's the first time you requesting something and I'm really appreciate that!! please enjoy

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh.. What do you mean you don't like food?! He can't believe it…

-But he's okay with it, at least in the beginning of your relationship. That just means he can get a second portion, eating your meal himself. (or maybe it was a third one, as you can see Levi sitting next to Beel with a disappointed face, screaming when he gets time to eat his dish too..)

-But he's kinda curious, why did you decide to go on a diet? In his eyes, you're already perfect and he can't see this "extra pounds" you are talking about.

-Well, but Asmo also sometimes left his plate half unfinished, mumbling about the new blouse he wants to feet in, so Beel kinda understands your motives. But still, is all this diets actually worth it?

-He actually also has a diet, but quite the opposite of yours, as the only rule he's following is eating everything he wants, so he can gain more weight and put it on his muscles. Don't want to try?

-But as time passes and you become closer to him, he will try more and more to feed you, worrying that you are starving. You really want to say it's enough for you? For him, this little plate that you just eat looks like a glass of water, nothing that nutritious.

-So he would take you to different cafes and restaurants often, as it's his favorite type of date - just sitting together and eating, talking softly about some random things.

-"I hear that there's a new cafe opening tomorrow.." - he said with an excited expression, you already can see this hungry glow in his eyes and a little joyful blush on cheeks. But when he looks at you, he blushes a little bit more, smiling softly - "S/o.. You're the one which I wanted to share food with on this day, as it would be a special occasion, isn't it? What do you think?"

-He loves food, and he loves you, so why not connect these two things that always cheer him up? Even if you order something small, he's still glad that he was able to spend some time with you.

-"Ooh, this one is absolutely something.." - he leaned closer as you two were sitting in a cafe, his finger pointing out at the dish in the menu you have in your arms. - "I always can't get enough, you should try this meal too, s/o..!"

-Well, but if you are a vegetarian, he will not try to change that, respecting your choice. But it doesn't mean he wouldn't add an extra spoon of salad to your plate when you don't see that. He's still worried, after all!

-Would scold Mammon, as he's the one who always forgets that you don't eat meat when it's his turn to cook for everyone.

-"Beel, don't play nice, you just wanted to eat their portions, huh?!" - Mammon scoffs while Beel carefully takes pieces of meat from your plate. Well, maybe it's also the truth, but he's mostly worried about you, as he doesn't want you to skip dinner.

-After all, you're his precious human, and even if your stomach is not working like his own, Beel still loves you, always ready to help you with leftovers or recommend a delicious dish if you suddenly want to eat more.

-Oh, how foolish you are, being so nice and generous with everyone around...!

-He can't believe that - have all his dreams actually come true and now he has this cute looking wallet walking around him?!

-Yes, he will try to take advantage of it - it's a payment for his guide, after all!! He was the first who introduced you to everything around here, so it's natural that you're so kind to him, isn't it?! (no it's not and Lucifer would punish this poor greedy man when he will hear about this..)

-"You should be very grateful, s/o, that I am always babysitting you.." - Mammon shrugs his shoulders with smuggy face - "Other demons are not as good as I am, so always be next to me or someone will try to trick you, alright?!"

-Well, or at least Mammon tries to think like that. It's humbling to admit even for himself that your naiveness in finance actually touched his heart.

-You always don't mind buying him something or making a sudden gift, you know how hard it is to hide his blush?!

-"Is.. is it for me?!" - he looks surprised at the little box you give him, and then laughs happily with the most cheerful expression you've ever seen on him. - "That's it! That's my human, you always know how to cheer me up..!"

-But.. Something in his soul told him that he should do the same for you, when he sits in his room late at night, holding all your presents close to his chest. It's the only time when he can let his sensitive soul out, blushing and smiling awkwardly.

-He's kinda worried now.. You're almost the pure opposite of him. What if one day he would actually annoy you with his greedy behavior?! He can't lose this beautiful kind smile you always have for him..

-So he would try to make you a gift in return. Yes, "make", as Lucifer froze his credit card once again and he can't buy anything now. But also he thought that.. Aren't the things that you made with your own arms more valuable? It means you put effort and love in this..

-"S/o, be glad cause today is your lucky day! The great Mammon was so kind to condescend to merely humans and give you this..!" - despite his pompous speech you can see how heavily he blushes, holding a box in golden wrap in his trembling hands - "You should thank me for centuries now..!"

-But when you giggle and actually thank him, telling how much you appreciate something like that, he can't help but loosen up a little and stop being so mouthy, finally showing his softer side.

-"Hehe..glad you like it. I hope you look forward to something more, as I don't mind surprising you again.. especially when you smile at me like that.."

-His worst nightmare came true.. There's another normie in this house!!

-He is already having Asmo, who's always bubbling around about his parties and rich social life, but now there's you too, having no idea about games he's playing and anime he's watching..!

-Levi is kinda nervous every time he's talking with you. What if he gets infected with this "normie" virus?!

-But you are always so open and easygoing, absolutely opposite of his acute social withdrawal.. Why is talking with you so addicting?! Even when he starts mumbling about some specific details of his favorite Tale of the Seven Lords, you keep listening to him, and it makes him want to talk more and more..!

-"Hm.. For someone who's had their minds so deeply in this horrifying "party-party" thing, you are not that bad. You're good at catching everything that I say on the fly.." - he admires and looks away, ashamed. Why is his hand so sweaty and his voice trembling so much?!

-Even if he tries to talk with you less often, it feels worse.. just when he gets used to your bright presence in his hermit's life?! Your warm smile and little chit chats cheer him up so much, even more than the new figure of Ruri-chan that he bought recently.. Is he actually going insane?!

-So he breaks eventually and starts to drag you to his bedroom sometimes just to watch something together or play a new videogame he buys, cause now enjoying all this stuff all alone was not that pleasant. With you, experiencing the new series was much more interesting, and oh how fun it is to share his thoughts about cosplay with someone..!

-He was also quite surprised - someone with such a cute face as yours never heard of cosplay?! Hold on, your appearance reminds him about one of wizards from an anime he watched not that long ago, don't you wanna try now?

-"Here.. " - he shows you a picture of an anime character in some magic school uniform that actually looks like you - "We.. we can watch it together, so you would understand their behavior and know how to cosplay them, alright?!"

-If Levi can't resist this urge to talk with you, he at least tries to lure you in his world, recommending some interesting anime that would be easy to watch for beginners, lending you his manga and CD with games.

-"It's never too late to become a true otaku! You have the right potential!" - he nods with furrowed brows and takes the volume of manga that he gave you before from your arms - "And now it's time for a quiz!! Be ready, s/o!!"

-If in the beginning everything looked like a poor quality comedy to him, now he feels like he is in some romantic series and he's the main character..! He can remember an anime title with a similar plot where otaku fall in love with gyaru, maybe everything would be the same with you two?! He should recommend this anime to you next then..

[brown-little-robin]

hi robin :] very random but im watching craft videos while i eat dinner and it got me thinking about ur ceramics. giving u permission to ramble about the ceramics process (or literally anything abt ceramics), if you want to <3 idk anything abt ceramics like not a clue but im very curious and every time u talk abt them i stare at u w sparkly eyes (also i've recently developed a HUGE respect for all 3d arts bc holy shit making it look right at all angles ?????literally how)

👀✨‼️

Hi thank you so much!! staring at you with the same sparkly eyes,,, watching craft videos while you eat that's so cool,,, Also, weirdly enough, I have the same "how???" thoughts about doing 2d art. I have trouble conceptualizing making something look right from only 1 angle; that seems like a lot of pressure. with a sculpture, if something doesn't look right from one angle, I know there's probably some structural problem, and I turn the sculpture around a little bit and usually figure out that the problem is deeper than what I thought. I'm thinking of ears, specifically—how, often, my problem with the outlines of my ears (seen from the front) is that the back of the ear isn't full enough, I need to add clay, and just nudging the clay to fix the outline wouldn't Work. and I wouldn't have known if I couldn't turn the sculpture around. the respect and awe goes both ways

longgg ramble about the ceramics process below the cut :]

okay SO. the ceramics process, huh? Well, I mean, I'm really in love with the sculpting part, where you take wet clay and make it into an Animal with Bones And Muscles. I just love the animal form—I think in a similar way to how you love the human form and the way clothing folds. I do wheel-throwing too (I make cups, bowls, that sort of thing), but I've been sculpting since I was like 8 years old and I'm way better at sculpture. it's one of a few things in my life that I take genuine pride in. I love teaching people about sculpting, too!! nothing better than seeing someone instantly grasp the insight I spent years developing <333 ANYWAY

one thing that often surprises people about clay is that it's very... flexible, water-content-wise. clay is basically made of a bunch of small "plates" of dry material with water in between. the water makes the entire structure flexible, which is why clay shrinks and goes brittle when it dries. and clay is always drying out. small sculptures like the ones I make, especially ones with thin limbs (more surface area for the air to leech moisture out of) dry out within half an hour. I have to add water to the thin parts every so often the whole time I'm sculpting. but of course the clay has to be firm enough to hold the creature's overall shape, so it's a balance. it's always a race against time. it's super exciting. To Me, anyway

it takes a day or two for a sculpture to dry. After the sculpture dries out, that's when I paint it with my special pigments. (pigments that survive 2,000+ degrees of heat!!) Like this:

these are the same sculpture. the first picture was from right after I sculpted the wet clay; the second picture is after it got painted.

Then once a sculpture is made, it sits and dries, right? the water leaves the clay. but not ALL the water. that's why you "fire" the sculpture: you put it in a kiln and heat it up to ~1800°F. EIGHTEEN HUNDRED DEGREES. at that point, all the water boils out and the clay CHEMICALLY CHANGES. the "plates" begin to bond to each other. But they don't bond all the way in the first firing, because you want the clay to still be porous / hydrophilic. you want it to SUCK IN WATER. this is because you want GLAZE to attach to the clay.

Glaze—at least the kind of glaze that I use—is basically DIY glass. It's a lot of very fine silica (sand) with other stuff (like powdered metals) in it to give color. The sand-metal-powder is suspended in water to make it usable, and I stir up the glaze in its liquid form and dip my sculpture in it, and the super dry clay goes YAY WATERRR I'M SO THIRSTY and GRABS the glaze, and the powdery part is left on the surface of the sculpture while the water goes into the clay. it feels funny on your skin when you hold a sculpture in the glaze; you can actually feel the dry clay accepting the water. it feels like... have you ever dropped water on a bone-dry wooden board and seen the water spread out in the direction of the wood's grain? it feels like that.

the sculpture is left looking white and powdery and generally not very attractive. unfired glaze is just... thick white chalk.

THEN I fire the clay a SECOND time. The heat varies, but I always fire to at least 2,244° F. >:D >:D >:D and the sandy glaze actually MELTS INTO GLASS. and I open the kiln, which has the products of about a year or two of work in it, and I WEEP IN JOY because everything has COMPLETELY TRANSFORMED. firing is always risky. some of the sculptures always fail somehow—they break in firing for various reasons, or the glaze runs onto the shelf, or the glaze color turns out different than I thought. but some of them always come out BETTER than I imagined. and it's always a process of discovery, slowly unloading the kiln, layer by layer... the objects still warm from the heat of their firey transformation... hot enough to burn, if you're unloading before they've cooled enough, which I usually do because it's just so exciting...

and my glaze shrinks slightly more than the clay does. imagine that: a thin layer of glass shrinking more than it can take. you can actually hear it breaking. little quiet "plink! plink! plink!" as the glass shatters just a little under the stress. we call it "crazing" and it leaves little cracks in the glaze, like so:

you can also see tiny bubbles in the glaze on the rabbit's inner ear!

I just. (physically shaking) I just love ceramics so much. The sculpting part feels almost like meditation. it's almost a form of worship, for me, it's religious, it's a little version of creation, a way to look at bodies and try to express how they work. For the simple sculpture, I just make them from memory, but I work from references for my difficult sculptures—for instance, here's the little pile of images I collected to make my recent tiger:

the painting part is just plain fun, putting cool designs and stuff on a 3-d object in a low-pressure way. and then the two firings are pure magic. pure delayed gratification. it's incredible. you're telling me this thing I shaped with my mortal human fingers survives TWO THOUSAND DEGREES OF HEAT? you're telling me I get to MAKE COLORED GLASS? out of SAND and METAL? you're telling me after all that, I get to open up the kiln which has put these things through immense heat and see these beautiful objects and go I made those?????

YEAH. SCREAMS.

thanks for reading, I hope you had fun <333

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

but what happened when they got off the plane 🥺

Masterlist because now there are three parts

..............

I...Cannot stress enough that I've barely written for Bradley and I have not written for ANY of the other characters listed herein.

So I am again sorry if this is not it.

A part two to this post

Warnings: Fluff! Switches POV from Bradley to Reader. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. And a surprise twist near the end 👀

Not beta-read.

Landing isn't nearly as bad as taking off. She still grasps his hand for dear life, and lets out a panicked little squeak as the plane's wheels touch down. She even slaps his chest with her free hand when he teases, "I don't know if that sound was you or the plane."

"Don't make fun!" She laughs, tipping her head back against the seat. "Jeez! You spend four hours on a flight next to someone, watch roughly two hundred hours of House Hunters and you think you know a guy."

The two go quiet as they listen to the pilot's announcement, listing their arrival destination, and the time and temperature. The cabin fills with the sound of people's phones chiming as they shut off airplane mode, and the clicking of seat belts being undone.

They lower their gazes to their joined hands, and each seem to have to pry their hands from one another's. Her hands scrub nervously over her thighs, as they did before they took off. Bradley can't imagine what's making her nervous now. He doesn't ask; he doesn't dare.

Things with them are quiet and stilted, even as he gets her luggage down from the overhead and trails her out of the aisle and off of the plane.

They offer waves and smiles, and she thanks him for the four hundredth time before they go their separate ways—him to the baggage claim, and her to the taxis.

It's strange.

Bradley feels like they left their teasing at 35,000 feet, and his heart back in row 27.

--

"Where the hell's your head, huh?"

Bradley doesn't answer the taunt; he just takes a swig from his beer. He doesn't wanna say that his head is back with that woman's, resting atop hers, six miles off the ground.

"Hey. Rooster," Jake tacks on, snapping twice in front of his face, making Bradley shift his head back. "Cock-a-doodle doo, asshole. What's going on up there?"

"Just trying to tune you out, man. I am sorry to report that it is not working."

Jake rolls his eyes. "Who pissed in your gasoline?"

"Just lay off, Seresin."

"Who wants to play pool?" Phoenix pipes up before they can get any further. Rooster does not want to, but he stands as the others do, obligingly trailing them to the table. He waves off a proffered cue, and raising his beer to his lips again and looking around. It's not quite packed, but it's close. A few more people, and it'll take them an age to get another round. Bradley starts to open his mouth, to suggest that someone heads over to get order in. And then he freezes as his eyes catch on a familiar face.

She doesn't look nearly as nervous as when they were taking off or when they were landing, but she does seem a little anxious as she slots herself in at the bar, waiting for a drink. Rooster's heart leaps into his throat, but he hurriedly shoves it back down with the last of his beer, pushing himself off of the wall with a mutter of, "Be right back."

His squadron's questions land on deaf ears as he pushes through the crowd, muttering his apologies and doing his best not to lose sight of her. It takes some time, but he finally manages to muscle in behind her.

Bradley has two options. He can put his team's drink order and disappear. Or—

"Sure you wanna get the special?" He asks in a murmur, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "It can be a little bumpy on the way down."

He sees her shoulders pull tight, and grins as he hears her huff a laugh.

"I think I can manage it," She says firmly.

"Hey. Long as you don't make that noise you made when the plane landed."

"That came from the wheels."

"I don't think it did."

When she whirls around, eyes bright with indignation, Bradley can't help himself. His stomach swoops like he's just taken off, like his head is back at 35,000 feet while his feet are still on the ground.

"Could we get two of those, Penny?" He adds, head tipping toward the woman behind the bar, his eyes still set firmly on his seat partner's.

"Sure," Penny nods. Bradley can hear the smug amusement in her voice. Frankly, he couldn't care less.

"What are you doing here?" He asks. It's only been a couple of hours, but he has missed her face, and the warmth of her eyes.

"I'm getting a drink," She bats back. "Problem with that?"

"Not at all. Free country."

"Thanks to you."

"You're gonna make me blush. 'Sides, I can't take all the credit."

"No?"

"Nn-nn."

"Would it have anything to do with the people staring at us?" She nods back toward the pool table. Bradley finally manages to tear his gaze from her, looking back to where the others are watching them. Seresin has a shiteating grin on his face, his brows jumping when Bradley meets his gaze.

"...Guess we can give them some, too. Not the smiling guy, but everyone else over there."

She laughs, looking between them again.

"Friends of yours?"

"A couple of them."

"And the smiling guy?"

"He's a nuisance."

"He's a nuisance in uniform."

"Careful," Bradley reaches out, bracing his hands on the bar behind her and pressing close. "I'm gonna get jealous."

"Well. We wouldn't want that."

"Here you go," Penny pipes up behind them. "They're on your tab, Bradshaw."

"Thanks, Pen."

"Thank you!" His seat partner chirps, turning and taking hold of a drink, passing it to him. Bradley glances over, finding his squadron staring at them with renewed interest.

"Christ—You wanna get some air?" He asks.

"I think I got enough on my way here."

"C'mon, smartass," Bradley chuckles, taking hold of her hand and leading her over to the patio.

--

It's nice to have her hand in his again. It's only been a few hours, but he's missed the feeling of it. He doesn't let go of it as they settle side by side at a patio table.

"You didn't tell me you'd be coming here," He chastises.

"You didn't tell me, either," She laughs.

"No, I guess not...I think we managed to talk about everything but that."

"I guess we did," She agrees. He smiles as she raises her drink to her lips, his gaze holding steady on her mouth as she takes a drink.

"So?" He asks. "Do you like it?"

--

You fight to keep your expression steady as you swallow. He wasn't kidding—that's a little bumpy on the way down. The alcohol burns your throat more than you thought it would. You swallow, clear your throat, and nod.

"It's...Wow," You manage, "Okay, putting that down and taking my time."

Bradley chuckles, raising his glass and drawing in a deep gulp, swallowing it steadfastly.

"Showoff," You mutter, averting your gaze. "Are you stationed nearby?"

"For the time being, yeah. What about you, what brings you out here?"

"I'm visiting someone."

"Someone at base?"

"Mhm."

"Friend, family?"

"Family."

"Mm."

"Hm?"

"Nothin'. Just. Mm."

You smile, lowering your gaze to where he's still holding your hand. You think that he may pull it away, and you sweep your thumb along the side of his, like that'll entice him to hold on.

"You gonna be here long?" He asks.

"Uh—Couple of weeks. I'm here to—I mean, I'm not just here to visit, I've got um...I'm working. Like, a little."

"In town?"

"At base."

Bradley's brows shoot up at that, and you have to fight back a bashful smile as his head tips forward.

"What are you doing at base?" He asks.

"They're introducing a new inventory software. They wanted me to be in-person, make sure there aren't any hiccups."

"Why didn't you board with me when they asked for military personnel?"

"Oh, my—god, I was so, so late, and I only had a standby ticket. They, like, just squeezed me on."

"Well, hell," Bradley comments, leaning back a bit. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just...I wasn't thinking about it, and once I knew you were in the Navy...I dunno, I didn't wanna bank on us going the same place."

"Bank on it?"

"You know. I didn't wanna get my hopes up."

Bradley's smile widens warmly at you, and it makes your stomach flutter. You actually reach out and grasp your drink, taking a sip, just to occupy your hands and mouth before you can say or do anything stupid.

"...Couple of weeks," He comments softly, "A lot can happen in a couple of weeks."

"Oh? Like what?" You ask once you've swallowed.

"Like I can take you up."

"Oh—Oh no—"

"Oh yeah," He chuckles, nodding.

"Are you kidding? I could barely manage a commercial flight!"

"Mm, but I wasn't piloting. I swear, you'll find this flight way more smooth, way more enjoyable."

"I don't know if I believe that."

"C'mon," He laughs, leaning back and raising his free hand and holding up two fingers. "Scout's honor, remember?"

"I remember. I don't believe it this time, but I remember."

Bradley scoffs, leaning back and slapping his hand over his chest.

"You're breakin' my heart here."

"I think you'll be fine."

"Agree to disagree."

You hold one another's gazes, your smiles growing in tandem.

"Seriously, though," He says softly, shifting closer on the bench seat. "Can I see you again?"

"You really want to?"

"Yeah. I'd like to see if we're as good on the ground as we are in the air."

Your smile widens, and you can't help but swipe your tongue across your lower lip. Your heart thuds in your chest as he tracks the movement.

"You know," He murmurs, "The air host that came by with snacks—"

"Oh, you mean the snack you didn't wake me up for?"

"I gave you all of my sun chips."

"If you'd just woken me up, we both could've had our own bags—"

"Anyway," He presses, "She asked me...If my girlfriend wanted anything."

"...Oh did she."

"She did."

"Well, next time, you can tell her that I want to be awoken for snacks."

Bradley smiles more widely, leaning in just a touch.

"Next time," He repeats softly. You nod a little, gaze drifting to his lips.

"God forbid you get stuck beside me on a plane again."

"I should be so lucky."

His insistence is soft, his breath brushing against your lips. Your stomach flips, your grip tightening on his as his hand raises to cup your cheek.

And then you hear your name called, and your eyes snap open. You whirl around, spotting a familiar figure standing by the door.

"Dad!" You spring up, jogging over to him and meeting him where he stands in the doorway. He hugs you tightly, patting your back.

"I'm sorry I'm late. A meeting ran over," He mutters.

"Oh, it's okay! Really, it is, I, uh..." You lean back. "I had company."

"I can see that." Your dad tips his chin up, raising his voice. "Evening, lieutenant."

Turning around, you spot Bradley practically standing at attention.

"Admiral Simpson," Bradley greets with a stiff nod.

"Let's go," Your dad urges, nodding over his shoulder. "We'll be late."

"Yeah! Give me like two minutes."

Your father's eyes flicker between you and Bradley, and he mutters, "Make it fast," Though his eyes stay on Bradley.

"I will...Dad."

"Alright."

He gives Bradley one more nod before he heads inside. You shove your hands in your pockets, walking back to Bradley.

"So...I take it you know my dad," You hedge carefully.

"Admiral Beau Simpson...Is your father," Bradley manages, eyes still set over your shoulder.

"Yes." Your nerves begin to well up, and you find yourself taking your drink up and draining it. "Um—I really should go, but if—If my dad hasn't managed to scare you off—" Bradley's eyes drop to your rapidly heating face, watching as you fumble with your phone, "I would like to see you again. Might even hold still long enough for you to take me up."

You think he'll say thanks, but no thanks—you're certain he'll grip your hand and shake it, and tell you that it's been nice meeting you again before he flees the country.

But Bradley takes hold of your phone. You watch, stunned and elated, as he enters his information, then holds it out again. You can't help but grin, and take it from him when he holds it out.

"Great," You breathe. You turn, making it three steps away before you whirl around. You jog back to Bradley and lean up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. When you lean away again, you find Bradley's brows raised, lips parted in mild surprise.

"I'll, um—" You hold the phone up and wave it, "You know?"

"Yeah," He nods, smiling.

"Okay," You chirp, giving another nod before you turn, hurrying toward the door.

--

"Was that Simpson?" Jake asks as Bradley rejoins them.

"Yep," Bradley pops the 'p', leaning back against the door.

"He left with—"

"His daughter."

Jake's mouth works wordlessly before he laughs.

"Oh, Bradshaw," He shakes his head, "You are...So screwed."

Bradley can't help but smile a bit, face warming where she'd pressed a kiss.

"You have no idea."

[wyvernyxin]

Consequences [Karl Heisenberg x Reader]

•warnings: monster-fucking, noncon lycan anal as punishment, yandere! sadistic! heisenberg (obsessive, manipulative, etc) dubcon vaginal penitration with Heisenberg, cunt slapping and tit slapping, mindbreak? “sweeatheart/princess” breeding (because I can't help myself...) SMUT (18+) minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

•summary: Heisenberg warned you of the consequences if you tried to run. This is just the result of you breaking the rules.

•word count: 1.7k

•note: @dabitdabi for you? I always have time, ily!! <3 based off this convo 👀 also I think it's funny this is the darkest thing I've written and it's not for my anime fandoms that I mostly write for 💀 I am my own proofreader have mercy

READ THE WARNINGS.

You should have known better. All this time, he's hammered into your head that if you try to leave then there will be consequences.

Face and chest pressed to the floor, cement digging into your skin with someones... somethings claws digging into your hips. Not deep enough to draw blood, he has made sure that there would be no chance of this lycan turning you. There are already tears teasing the edges of your eyes. Eyes that can see the soles of dirty leather boots, trailing upwards until you can see Heisenberg's disappointed face, emphasized frown to show you just how bad you fucked up.

"I told you what would happen, you know."

Your bare skin prickles at his gaze and the breath on your neck. Heavy and heaving against your neck, something large pressing into your back.

You hear a tsk from him, "no teeth."

Suddenly the breath backs away, but not the bulge pressing against your bare ass that's hiked up and presented for the creature behind you. It's drool trailing down to the cleft of your cheeks. Drool is better than absolutely no preparation at all.

"I'm sorry," apologies will do nothing to get you out of your punishment but maybe some sympathy. Even just a little.

You cannot even hear Heseinbergs response of "you should be" before the tip of the lycans cock is pressing into your tight ring of muscles that have never been penetrated before. This is when the tears fall, pain striking through you until you are sobbing, the lycan pushing in with no care until it is hilt deep in your ass.

Between your sobs you are able to push out, "hurts!" because fuck, it does. It burns despite the little amount of drool from the lycan to rock into your asshole. But your cunt is pulsing, despite the pain or because of it, you are not sure.

As you gasp into the floor, the lycan continues. Using your ass for its own pleasure and at Heisenberg's command, hands dug into your hips to pull you back down on its cock that's slowly becoming more and more pleasurable by the second. You look debauched — a gross display of snot and tears that you have yet to wipe away.

Heisenberg stays observing in his chair, watching as you fall apart on an unknown lycans cock, eyes rolling back into your head like a mindless doll as your thighs become wet with your own arousal. He knows it hurts, that's a part of the punishment. But don't you know it hurts him and you when you try to run? He just needs to teach you a lesson, to keep you safe and with him.

"What if I let that lycan use your filthy cunt huh? Have lil’ mixed lycan babies."

"No!" you are trying to claw forward to him, pressing out a demand just to want to find comfort in him.

"No‽" you can hear the smile in his voice, prompting you to elaborate.

"No... only wan' your babies..." trying to appeal to him and his deepest desires to make sure the filthy lycan drooling and groaning above you and drilling into your ass stays out of your most precious place. Part of it feels so true though. Even you believe it, that you want his seed inside you and never anybody else's.

The lycan brings you down on its dick harshly before Heisenberg can make any comments. Rutting into you and digging into the fat of your hips to use you like a toy, cock pulsing with an impending release. You do not even want to imagine how its cum would feel inside you. Probably the most disgusting feeling you could ever experience… but luckily Heisenberg’s possessiveness doesn't allow for it to finish in your ass. Trying to catch your breath, the lycan disappears, you think. You are too busy savoring the cold cement and grounding yourself from the echoes of pain resonating through your lower half.

"Just imagine if that big bitch Dimitrescu got you, you'd be drained dry by now and turning into a brainless zombie," the fear in your eyes almost turns him on as much as your pleasure does, rough hand finally making its proper home on your body and propping you up on shaky knees. Wiping your tears and stroking your quivering lip, he's giving you a pitiful smile.

"That's why I keep you, darlin'. To keep you safe," he's nodding in agreement to his own statement, prompting you to nod with him. That is true… you would rather feel these rough hands smelling of grease than the bite of the cold outside. Or the bites of other creatures…

A hand brings your head to his chest after he strips his shirt and coat off, caressing the side of your face as he manipulates your body to lay back on the cement. His shirt layered behind you to soften the harsh ground that's rubbed the skin of your knees raw. Sometimes he's reminded just how fragile you are, how he could break you at any second. Sitting back on his calves he inspects your knees, thumb rubbing over them and pressing into your chest as well that's gone sensitive, and inspecting how slick your thighs have become.

“You didn’t happen to enjoy your punishment did you, sweetheart?”

You immediately shake your head, mumbling denial while his fingers gather your juices and pressing it back over your clit, observing how your stretched and abused asshole flutters with the pleasure he allows you. You took your punishment pretty well, so he will allow you some respite. But not without some of more of his sadistic nature showing. He brings a rough hand down onto your cunt to slap it, splattering some of your liquids onto his hands as your thighs twitch to stay still. He is testing your limits, seeing if you will close your legs or keep them open as you are supposed to. Just a few more slaps that send your brain reeling from the painful spikes of pleasure he is giving you and then he is done. You did not close your legs, so you did good. He lets you know that with a gruff voice and a simple, “good girl.”

Elbows frame the side of your head while he places rough kisses into your body. He missed you so much while you were gone, even if for the short amount of time his heart still ached. But now you are clinging to him like you should be, savoring the soft affection he gives you along with he warmth he provides.

Of course you should have never tried to run. It was scarier than anything you could experience with Heisenberg. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you unless you were bad but even then he still would not let anything truly hurt you unlike the doll maker or his sister, or anything else in the village. Even the people would shun you probably, like Heisenberg said.

The tears have dried, kissed away by him while he presses firm into your body. Rolling his hips into yours while he maneuvers them to lift into his grinding. He leaves a messy kiss on your lips before pushing his pants down. Slipping his cock out to finally feel your soft cunt wrap around him. How he stretches you out is nothing compared to how the burn the lycan made you feel. It is a thousand times better, he is handling you like fine china and rocking into you slowly, swallowing your moans and letting you claw into his back.

He lets you mark him up because he loves knowing you want him, the thin scratches pumping his ego to the fullest. Plus, scratches are just half of what he’s able to do to you. Consider it a way to let some of your frustration out on him.

Your lower half still burns a bit from your punishment but the pleasure overrides it easily as he paws at your chest and thrusts into your soaked cunt. He can see how your chest jiggles with the bruising pace he has set, can you blame him for wanting to slap your chest as well? It was not too hard, just a few heavy-handed slaps and he can feel how your walls clench down even tiger around him while you whine.

Gushing around him, your legs framing his hips and allowing him sloppy kisses that make your mind fuzzy. He delivers a particularly harsh thrust causing you to push out a loud moan that makes him smirk.

“Feelin’ better, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhm!” He is not allowing you time to respond properly, cock pumping into you at a pace you can’t predict.

His hand comes to grab your face, pushing your cheeks together in a pout. “Words. Use them.”

“Feels-” he watches as your eyes roll back, the pleasure he is allowing you leaving you mindless, “-good! Feels good. Thank you.”

That must make him happy, huffing with a toothy smile while he slams into your breathless form, clenching his coat on the floor to try resist the jostling until your cunt quivers around his cock, pulling him in while you cream on it. He huffs out a praise you can barely hear while your orgasm wracks through you. But he keeps you speared open until he’s ready to do what you asked — fill you up completely.

“You were bad but... I’ll give you what you want princess,” with rough hands on your hips he finally brings you balls deep down on his cock, releasing his cum to flood your trembling insides that only pulls it deeper into you.

His cum leaks out onto his coat below you but only a bit. He keeps you plugged with his cock for a bit, savoring the warmth as he rubs his beard into your shoulder.

“I don’t like punishing you sweetheart, I like this much better.”

“‘M sorry,” you caress over the scratches you gave him until you run your hands through his hair. You don’t want to be punished again either.

“Have you learned your lesson?” You mumble out a simple mmhm but he will let you withdraw from speaking for now since you are both tired. This is better than trying to survive on your own in the cold, you are sure of it.

“Good.”

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Something a little different -- Lucien POV (written long before TNEOL came out, which I haven't even read) to the first time Jester cast Sending on Cree when they wanted to know more about the Nonagon in episode 110.

Cree gets a Sending from someone and Lucien can hear it echo in his head. An odd, warbly voice, like a high note in a low register, musical and rolling.  Faint, through the bond, but if he focuses it… “-ee!  It's Jester.  Remember me?  Where are you?  I need to talk to you.  It's about…” Cree looks decidedly put off, and he can feel it through the bond as well.  The tension in the muscles of her back, the cant of her ears, the dislike curling around her lips.  He tries not to broadcast too much of his amusement. “Nonagon,” the voice finishes up. …Well now he’s curious. “Or Lucien, you know,” it continues in that overly casual semi-sweet tone.  “Lemme know, okay?” Cree practically winces with discomfort and Lucien tries not to smirk too broadly at her. When she responds sharply, “Who is this?!” it’s obvious she’s lying through her teeth.  Surprising, as she’s usually a better liar than this.  “I don’t think that I can help you.” He leans back against the wall of the little cave they’re camped in, tilting his head and staring intently at her, waiting for her to tell him what that’s all about.  Something in that voice sounded… familiar.  Strangely so.  Even stranger, he didn’t hate the voice immediately despite the too-cloying-to-be-real sweetness. “The blue girl,” he nearly jumps this time, not expecting yet another Sending so quickly.  “Jester. We met a while ago. I had a group of friends. We knew Lucien!  At the… the Evening Nip.”  A long pause.  “…Money’s involved.” The voice sounds a little annoyed this time, but still with that odd sweetness.  Stilted as well, pausing to remember details, probably lying about the last bit, but… interesting.  Jester, huh? Cree says nothing, clearly waiting for the spell to expire. He doesn’t have to prod her any further out loud.  His mind simply presses on hers the slightest bit and she bends to it, as beautifully as she always has.  His Cree.  His first devoted Acolyte.  His beloved Apostle. “They were friends with the little…” Cree starts speaking aloud, but he feels her struggle to find a word and her voice instead echoes in his mind: “the shard, as you called it.  Very devoted to him, it seems.  I don’t know what they want.” “She sounded strangely familiar.  Interesting,” he responds telepathically. “More annoying than anything,” Cree thinks back at him, and Lucien lets out a snort of laughter.  Then he feels her genuine frustration, her jealousy, her possessiveness over his memory while these intruders came in claiming friendship with what little was left of him.  He feels her heart break as this Not Him thing laughs and drinks with his new friends and walks out the door with them, only a few whispered words insinuating he knows her at all.  She suspects that was entirely a con.  She feels foolish for it, embarrassed. Well he can’t have that.  Of course she’d be a bit weak to deception from someone wearing his face, after two years without him. Lucien strokes Cree’s soft, smooth fur and holds her against his shoulder that night as she falls asleep.  He allows his voice to dance in her mind, promising not to leave her, that the sliver hadn’t been anything but a shadow, that it hadn’t been him.  That he would give her the world and so much more, for her belief in him.  He would burn universes to ash and build galaxies in their name.  Cree’s gentle purring is soothing to him on a level he didn’t realize he’d been missing. It doesn’t quite fill the empty space.  But it echoes and reverberates there, like a lost sense of ‘almost.’  A vague promise of ‘please.’

send me a 👀 and I’ll post a snippet from a WIP that I never got around to finishing this year.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Congrats on the followers! You totally deserve it and more! 💖 Your work is incredible and I always look forward to your posts! From the alphabet prompts could you do D & H from the sfw section and Q, V, and S from the nsfw section for Giyuu 👀 (hehe it was difficult to choose all of the prompts were so, so good!!) Thank You 😙💕

Thank you so much!! I’m super glad to hear that people enjoy my works a lot ʕ⇀ᴥ↼ʔ♡

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D - Dates

I can see this man planning a lot for dates

He doesn’t seem the type to like things last minute and would like to know at least a day in advance, so he usually plans them out unless you plan them out first

He doesn’t really follow the “stereotypical” version of romantic and kind of keeps it more casual but manages to make it feels very romantic

Like he doesn’t set up candles and rose petals with an expensive dinner and brand new jewelry, he’s more on the intimate and always wants to hold you close to him kind of romantic

I can see Giyuu going all out for anniversaries though. This man plans them months ahead. He’s all prepared and has a full list of things you two could do, what things he’s going to buy and spoil you with and probably even has some of the other Hashira’s who are willing to help, help set everything up

A typical date with him would be anything really lol

Going out to the garden, going to either of your favorite restaurants, going to a park, going sightseeing in a nearby town, going to festival, or even just chilling at either one’s home

Either way, Giyuu’s full attention is on you. And he doesn’t stop touching you

He will always either be holding your hand, have both your arms interlocked, hugging you, kissing you, messing with small strands of your hair, everything

This man is dedicating his entire day with you

Most of the time Giyuu hangs out with you, he qualifies as a date lol

“I better get going now, Y/N,” he kisses the top of your head, “There’s a Hashira meeting I have to go to. Thank you for the date”

“The date? Giyuu, we were just chilling on my engawa the entire time??”

“Yes, I know.” He’d just say blankly. He’d then smile at how confused you look and kiss you again before he walks away

H - Hair

Fuck. Yes! Play with this man’s hair!! He loves it!!!

He doesn’t really take a lot of care of his hair and literally just puts it up in a ponytail to maintain it

It gets tangled a lot so one day you’re just like “Giyuu, what the hell, why is there such a big knot in your hair?”

“There is?”

“Giyuu!” You just grab your brush and start combing his hair as gently as you could to get all the knots and tangles out

Giyuu. Fucking. Melted.

He loved feeling your fingers comb through hair and scratch at his scalp. It was honestly lulling him to sleep

You noticed how calm he got and his muscles relaxing so you decided to just always play with his hair

He figured that since he loved the feeling so much that maybe you would too, so he occasionally plays with your hair and just runs his fingers through it, enjoying the soft feeling of your hair against him

If you guys are cuddling and he’s the big spoon, you’ll be buried in his chest and he’ll just hug you tight around him and just brush through your hair

You play with his hair often and it actually became a daily occurrence where you’d just comb his hair for him. You’d often just mess with it and put it in funny hairstyles like pigtails or five braids scattered randomly

Playing with his hair also helps calm him down and puts him to rest so if he had a really stressful day or comes back from a mission where he couldn’t save someone, you’d comb through his hair all night to help keep him soothed and sleep easier

nsfw!

Q - Quiver

Giyuu was honestly super surprised, he didn’t know something like that could happen but fuck did he enjoy it. It made Giyuu feel super good

“Damn, I made you feel that good, huh? I’m just going to have to do that to you every time now.”

And he stays true to his words. He was quick to pick up on what made you feel super good and would keep it locked in his memory and make sure to do that to you each time

He’d tease you with it and do it nice and slow and gradually build up speed to bring you back to a quivering climax

He loves seeing you really enjoying sex so the fact that he was able to make you quiver multiple times has him over the moon

Especially since I see him as a “I wanna see your cumming face” kind of guy, he really fucking loves it

S - Sexy Clothing

Giyuu would just turn bright red immediately

“Y-Y/N... you’re um... *ahem* dressed um... won-wonderfully, I-“

You can see how excited he is to see you dressed up in such seductive clothing, stretched out on the bed in such an inviting way. He’s so awestruck she can’t move. You had to call him over to break him out of his trance

He quick to throw off his sword and haori and jump into bed, quickly putting his lips anywhere on you

His hands roamed all over your body, stroking every curve and palming at the sensual clothing

He tried to keep it on your body as he’s fucking you because he loved the way it looked on you so much but some where along the way it all ended up on the floor

V - Vulnerable

Giyuu usually prefers loving and intimate sex so I can see him being vulnerable a lot during sex

He comes back from a long mission after not seeing you for days and all he wants to do is cuddle fuck you

He holds you super close to him the entire time and is very slow and soft with his trusts, whispering into your ear about his much he’s missed you and how much he loves you

He usually does missionary during sex like this so it’s easier for him to hug you close to his body, hold your hand and kiss you the entire time

These vulnerable sex times with Giyuu also tend to last a while since he’s going slow and just enjoying every second of it, taking in your scent, touch and sounds after missing it for so long

“I’ve really missed you, Y/N. I’m glad I was able to come back home to you.” He’d whisper into your ear between moans and whimpers

“I love you” “You feel really good, Y/N, I’ve missed this feeling” “You skin feels so soft and you smell so good, I never want to go a mission again if it means I’ll miss out on this.” “Your starting to feel tighter, are you going to cum?” “Just hold on a little longer so can come together”

Giyuu’s thrusts become a little faster and harder to bring you both to your climax. He buries himself deep inside you as he cums and moans close to your ear, inaudibly rambling on how good you feel, how much he loves you, and how he never wants to leave you

[ackerfiction]

Hey, I saw that you're open for requests! How are you, first of all?

May I request an angsty scenario with cheater Levi x reader? Sad or happy ending, you choose, I just want to cry 👀

Sorry I took a hot minute to answer! My pet was poorly so I was caring for him, but it's all good now!

Y/N had been suspecting it for weeks. The late nights, the way he just dropped into bed with no interest, things had been a little strained and now she was sure of the cause. He was cheating. She was sure of it. She'd been talking to Ymir about it, about the many signs. It was Ymir who suggested it, Ymir who pointed out the obvious. How could she have been so blind?

So here she was, waiting. It was late, later than usual tonight. Any minute now, Levi would walk through the door and into the bedroom, undress and leave his clothes folded neatly and placed into the laundry basket, then he'd go straight to bed. It wasn't just a phase, it was a routine. One that was leaving Y/N feeling very disconnected from him, very alone and very confused. "Oh, so you're home?" She watched as he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, she knew she sounded hostile, but he seemed not to notice, "Where have you been?" "Working." Levi sighed, unbuttoning his shirt, "I know it's late." "Indeed it is." She watched as he changed from his uniform and into his pajamas, flannel pants and a plain shirt. "Am I missing something here?" He finally turned to face her, the bags under his eyes caused by his infidelity, his late nights with someone else. "Am I?" Y/N asked, holding his gaze. "Y/N, what is this about?" Levi's jaw muscles tensed, he was too tired for this right now, he was already spread thin enough. "Who is she?" "What?" "The other woman you've been seeing Levi." Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, her voice threatening to break, "Who is it that you're spending all your nights with, why don't I get to see you anymore? Why is it that I'm not enough, huh? All I do is try for you, I fight non-stop to keep it together, I work so damn hard. So who is it?" Levi remained silent, astounded, Y/N carried on, unable to stop as the tears began to spill, "Why is it that I would give my life for you, but you can't even give me a few hours a day? I am so tired of falling asleep alone, seeing you for a brief moment before we have to work, not even seeing you at meals. I can't take it anymore!" She threw up her hands in frustration, Levi sat quietly beside her.

"Look, I am sorry." Y/N thought her heart might break, "I am sorry. I haven't been spending as much time as I should have with you, you are right. But I am not cheating on you Y/N. I wouldn't even consider it if I had the time." He was strangely gentle, "Work has swallowed me whole, I know. I am sorry." Y/N was sobbing now, "I don't believe you." "Look, Y/N, the only person I have been with is Hange. We are developing something top secret, what I tell you needs to stay in this room, with us. We might have a new weapon to take down Reiner and that damn titan of his, okay? You'll see in a week or two, it's almost ready. You know Hange, as soon as she gets a new project nobody can have a life. But I'll talk to her, okay? You are by far the most beautiful, talented and least annoying person I know and I love you. I would never do that to you." Y/N was crying heavily, her pulled her in and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her on the head. "Let's go to bed, okay? I'll talk to hange tomorrow and ask her to let you in on this, you'll see." "You promise?" "It is a promise I am making with no regrets."

[caramellohigh]

juyeon x reader

genre: (eventual) smut, fluff, (might have?) angst, university!au, fwb 👀

warning/s: mentions of drugs, smoking and alcohol

word count: 4.6k (these chapters seem to be getting longer.. i’m sorry > <)

synopsis: if there is one thing Juyeon doesn’t like about himself, it’s that he’s a nice guy. and it’s… strange.

because why would he feel that way when it’s not something to dislike? what about it has Juyeon perpetually annoyed just hearing it in the same sentence as his name?

perhaps it’s because Juyeon doesn’t want to be just a nice guy. perhaps it’s because… he isn’t.

a/n: i just wanna know if deobis out there are okay after today’s release and cb show because... i most definitely am not adlkjglkdj yeah, i don’t have much more to say but like, we’re getting there. happy reading everyone <3 feedback is always appreciated ^^

Chapter 3 | Unfamiliar Chemistry

You’re leaning back against your chair, arms crossed over your chest in displeasure and narrowed eyes glued to the floor. You’re in a bad mood today. Literally the moment you cracked your eyes open, you already wanted to break someone’s neck but you have no idea why and that only pisses you off even more.

You’re huffing, cursing your stupid morning class in your head when a body stops by your seat. And before you can snap at this person for even just standing in front of you, a paper bag is gently placed atop your desk. Your brows furrow in confusion.

You look up with annoyance written all over your face, only to have it completely wiped off the moment you lock eyes with Lee Juyeon. The muscles on your face soften almost immediately and your tensed shoulders relax. You slightly shy away from his gaze, a little embarrassed for almost snapping at him a few seconds prior.

Amused by the way you straighten up in your seat, he chuckles and tilts his head at you, “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, a familiar miniscule smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

You just purse your lips and look down at the paper bag. “What’s this?” you ask instead and open up the bag to see what’s inside. Your mouth partially falls ajar at the contents you’re seeing. It’s food… breakfast to be more specific, complete with a cup of your favorite coffee.

What…?

Why would…?

You stare up at him with an incredulous look, “Seriously?” But he just innocently blinks at you, not sure why you’re reacting the way that you are. “You’re crazy… You already give me free food at the cafe and now…” you trail into a soft sigh and Juyeon chuckles cheekily, an almost childish grin gracing his face and his eyes disappear into adorable half moons, “Eat. Kevin says you always skip breakfast.”

Your mouth opens to say something back, something along the lines of ‘Kevin’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.’ or perhaps a simple ‘thank you’ but you don’t get to. Not when Hyunjae appears out of nowhere and slaps a hand on Juyeon’s shoulder. He’s slightly taken aback, especially with the force his so-called friend is using to squeeze down on his shoulder.

Hyunjae gives you a hard stare for a moment and then he glances between you and Juyeon. He snorts, “Really? Her?” He starts laughing dryly, pulling Juyeon closer and whispering, “Dude, she’s bad news.” Still, it’s loud enough for you to hear and you’re more than sure that he did it intentionally with the way he side-eyed you as he said it.

“You wouldn’t want to associate yourself with… the likes of her.” Then he shifts his gaze back to Juyeon who’s looking quite annoyed himself. “Do you? I mean…” He fakes a concerned expression and fixes the strap of his bag on his shoulder, pouting mockingly, “You’re a nice guy. I’m only looking out for you.”

His tone rubs you the wrong way. You grit your teeth, wanting so much to punch him square in the face but it seems as though you’re not the only one. Juyeon squints his eyes at him, jaw clenched and hands balling into fists.

Panic starts to bubble up at the pit of your stomach, Hyunjae staring back at Juyeon with the exact same fire, eyebrow cockily raised to taunt him even more, “What? It’s true! You are nice, aren’t you? That’s all you ever are.”

Juyeon’s nostrils flare up. He’s about to make an advance, a tightly balled fist ready to break Hyunjae’s nose but you shoot up from your seat and shove yourself between them. “Jesus Christ! You’re both giving me a fucking headache,” you grumble, running a hand through your hair as you walk past them and out the lecture hall.

Whether it was Hyunjae’s words getting to you or you’re simply sick of being a good student, you revert back to your habits, partying almost every single night, drinking until you pass out and finding yourself in some random guy’s place the next day.

Not only were you not turning anything in, you’re also barely showing up to class (specially the ones Juyeon is in) and you’ve actively avoided going to Cafe Oasis at all costs. You have no idea why but you don’t want to see Juyeon… or him to see you.

After what happened between him and Hyunjae, you don't think you can stomach him seeing you for the mess that you are. You don’t think you have a face to show to him anymore. He just got harassed by a friend for being, to some extent, associated with you and you can’t let that happen again.

“You!” Flinching at the familiar voice, you try to walk away with quicker steps but Kevin catches up to you easily and pulls you off to the side, “What the damn heck is wrong with you?! I haven’t seen you all day! Where’ve you been?”

He has his hands on his hips, lips pressed into a thin, displeased line and his brows are in an angry furrow but you’re completely unfazed. Nonchalantly, you shrug and pick at your nails, “I just didn’t feel like going to some of my classes today so I didn’t. Big deal!”

He scoffs and sucks on a tooth, “Specifically the ones I’m in, huh?” You simply nod your head, not knowing how you’re going to explain that that’s not the case and it just so happens that Juyeon is in the exact same classes.

Kevin can only roll his eyes, “Juyeon was looking for you at the cafe, you know! He’s wondering why you don’t come with me anymore.” The name perks your ears and before you can even stop yourself, you’re already blurting out, “What did you tell him?”

Kevin just gives you a deadpanned look, “What am I supposed to tell him? I don’t know. I’m just as clueless!” You bite down on your lip, fighting the urge to ask more about him. You know for sure that Kevin’s going to take your curiosity the wrong way and you really don’t want to nor do you need to deal with that right now.

“Well, whatever. I got to go...”

“To class I hope?”

When it takes you a while to reply, your best friend lets out a defeated sigh. “...I have something else to do,” you belatedly say and he raises an eyebrow at you, “Mhm, and what is that exactly?” Your eyes trail away from his and you purse your lips as if you’re thinking, “I’m going to watch a movie with someone?” He throws you a suspicious look.

“...Is that code for ‘I have a dick appointment?’ or something?”

“If I say yes, will you let me go?”

He makes a face at you and shakes his head in disappointment, “Unbelievable! You’re unbe-fucking-lievable! In the middle of a school day? Are you insane?!” You simply shrug and flash him a cheeky grin as you wave goodbye, “See you whenever!” And you’re off, leaving Kevin to cluck his tongue at your retreating figure.

He turns around and walks off in the opposite direction, contemplating your mental stability with his eyes focused on the ground when he suddenly hears Juyeon calling him from a distance. And for some weird reason, his stomach twists uncomfortably. He stops mid-step and smiles at Juyeon anyway as he waits for him to jog over.

“You’re alone again,” he says as a matter of fact, frowning a little, “She’s not sick again, is she? Haven’t seen her in a while...” Kevin sighs deeply. For the small amount of time he’s spent with Juyeon, he’s figured out that he’s not the best at hiding his emotions. Kevin awkwardly scratches his brow, “Oh, uhm… actually she--”

“Wait, isn’t that her?” Juyeon’s hand shoots right up, about to wave and call you over but then some random guy approaches you, his filthy hands grabbing your hips and harshly pulling you close to him. You stumble forward but you’re giggling and slapping his chest playfully. Then he whispers something into your ear, making you giggle even more.

Juyeon doesn’t notice it but as his arm slowly drops down to his side, his jaw clenches tightly. He tries his hardest to pry his eyes away from you, turning back to Kevin with a tightlipped smile. “Guess she’s busy,” he weakly says. Before his face betrays him, he quickly makes up an excuse to leave and Kevin nods, pretending like he buys it, watching Juyeon walk away with a heavy heart.

The bass of the music blasting inside the frat house mimics the boom and beat in your ribcage, veins coursing with some type of euphoric high for what tonight has to offer. You’re only on your third cup of whatever concoction they decided to serve yet you already feel slightly buzzed.

It’s a bit odd considering you take your liquor pretty well but perhaps it was the ambiance? That familiar but rancid smell of smoke and alcohol combined, and maybe a small hint of questionable brownies in the air that’s contributing to your giddy feeling right now. College parties, you gotta love them.

You came here alone, as you usually would and you’re out on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the huge living room, an infamous red cup in your hand as you sway your hips to the rhythm. You’re feeling yourself as you dance, getting lost in the music, just waiting for prey to come to you instead of hunting one down yourself.

Sweaty, burning hot bodies bump into you on the dance floor but you don’t care and they don’t either. Some guy is already inching closer to you, following the sway of your hips as he glues his crotch to your ass and you chuckle at the predictability. But you play his game anyway, making him at least half hard before sauntering away to refill your cup.

A couple of hungry eyes stare at you while you make your way into the kitchen and you smirk, confident that at least one of them will follow you there. As you pour yourself more alcohol, you start counting down in your head.

1...2...3...4…

You swirl the drink in your cup and then take a sip, letting the bitter alcohol sit on your tongue for a moment before swallowing it, your throat stinging at the burn.

5...6...

“Hey,” someone whispers into your ear and you smirk even wider at the timing. You turn around, putting on a sweet, deceitful smile, only to gasp when you see Juyeon standing right before you. “Juyeon?! Wh-What are you doing here?”

You’re stunned beyond your comprehension. You’ve never seen him at parties like this before and in the middle of a school week too. “A friend invited me,” he replies vaguely, a red cup identical to yours in his hand, empty with nothing but melting ice sitting at the bottom.

“I just wanted to see what it’s like,” he adds a little later when you’re still clearly confused. You nod slowly, unable to tear your eyes from his for a long while. You feel weird.

Because for a moment, you’re actually happy to see him again but then you remember you’re supposed to be avoiding him and the once comfortable silence between you two gets a little awkward.

You break eye-contact first, taking a sip as you rack your mind for ideas to escape. Juyeon just smiles and practically leans over you to refill his own cup. And your brain freezes. No, your entire being does. Was it your fault for standing in the way or his for not asking you to move?

You stand perfectly still anyway, biting your bottom lip as his scent fills your nostrils. Your eyes slowly flutter to a close and your mind suddenly calms. He smells like home, so warm and comforting that it should be criminal.

Your brows meet in the middle. Why is that the first thing that came to mind? Is it the alcohol? Is it hitting you already? Or is it just the drastic change of what you’re used to? Most of the guys you’ve been with smell like this frat house, a mix of cigar smoke, alcohol and a strong ass cologne that’s equally as unpleasant. It reminds you of emptiness, a cold and dark feeling.

It was never something you liked but it wasn’t like you could avoid it either. Those are the types that fit you after all. Not Juyeon. Not kind, gentle and cozy Juyeon whose mere scent is like a much needed embrace after a long tiring day of just trying to survive the harsh world.

Had you been drunk right now, you would’ve already melted into his chest because as random as it may sound, he oddly feels that way too. His presence gives you a sense of ease that you had no idea you could achieve.

Time feels as if it’s moving so agonizingly slow. You gulp as discreetly as you can, almost crushing your cup from how firmly you’re gripping it. It’s just that… When the fuck is he going to move away? You thought he was refilling a cup not an entire jug. Why’s he taking so long?

But just then, he finally leans back. Your eyes snap open, naturally finding their way to look into his own. You return his soft smile with an awkward one, looking away immediately and taking a nervous sip of your drink.

Casually, he shifts to stand next to you, leaning his bottom against the counter as he looks into the busy living room. There are other people in the kitchen with you but everyone seems to just fade into the background, the loud music sounding muffled and far away.

“So what have you been up to? Haven’t seen you around campus lately,” he says after a few more beats of silence and you inwardly sigh. You shouldn’t be here right now. You should’ve left already but you’re still here. Why? Why did you stay?

“I’ve been busy…” you shrug and take another gulp while Juyeon just nods, “Seems like it.” You thought then that your conversation would end but Juyeon keeps going. He makes an effort to shift the awkward air and you have no idea why... but you let him.

Next thing you know, you’ve been back to the living room just sitting on the couch with Juyeon, to the backyard lying on the grass and dipping your feet in the pool yet you no longer refilled your cups. You don’t even know where it went, too preoccupied just talking and laughing with Juyeon and unknowingly spending the entire night with him.

When the party died down, everyone hammered and ready to succumb into the night, you’re surprised you’re still sober. You’re not at a random apartment with someone you barely know but with Juyeon in the exact same spot you’ve been on for hours: right next to him.

“It’s kind of strange coming out of a frat party with my head not spinning,” you mumble, genuinely weirded out that you’re even walking straight. Juyeong laughs in amusement and you chuckle along.

Since the party’s considered over, Juyeon naturally offered to take you home. But having spent the entire night with him already, you know that probably isn’t the best idea. You politely declined his offer but of course he insisted, saying how he’s much more comfortable taking you home himself than just dropping you at a bus stop. And of course, you couldn’t say no to him.

So here you are, walking to his car, sticking close to him to avoid bumping into the drunks and accidentally getting barfed on. Juyeon has a hand at the small of your back to guide you, looking at you every now and then to check if you are still okay even if he knows that you’re more than sober right now.

You were already surprised enough when he said he has a car but now that you see it and recognize it to be one of those crazy expensive high end ones, you’re even more surprised. You snap your head to his direction as he unlocks it, eyes nearly bulging out of its sockets. He just chuckles at you and opens the car door, “Why do you seem so shocked?”

He puts his hand at the edge of the door opening so you don’t accidentally bump your head and you melt a little on the inside. The sweet gesture is making your face feel overly warm too, something you tried to hide by ducking your head so your hair falls over your cheeks.

“I don’t know? You work part time and you said it was because you wanted to help your parents out?” you mumble back before he makes his way to the driver’s seat, his charming laughter fading into the evening air when he walks away.

“That’s right. But what does that have to do with my car?” Settling into the driver’s seat, he turns to you and reaches over for your seatbelt. You shrink slightly in your seat, “Sorry… Guess I was just assuming things…” You bite your bottom lip, turning your head away so you’re not breathing on his neck and being creepy.

You feel him nodding, “I get it though. My parents didn’t want me to work because I’m in Uni. they said I should just focus on that since they’ve got everything covered but I still wanted to anyway. I mean, I eventually have to be financially dependent, right? Why not try it now?”

You’re lost. You stopped listening and maybe even stopped breathing after he said he gets why you’d assume. How can you function properly anyway when he’s leaning over you, surrounding you with his annoyingly comfortable scent and presence? When he’s putting the goddamn seatbelt on for you when you very crealy could’ve done it yourself? He just has to be a gentleman, huh?

“You okay?” His voice snaps you back into your senses. He tilts his head at you, an amused expression on his face and you feel utterly stupid, spacing out so much you didn’t even notice him sitting back properly and starting the car.

The moment you arrive at your apartment complex, you already knew that Juyeon would still walk you up to your front door but you told him anyway that he didn’t need to. Just like a while ago though, you gave into him a little too easily.

Now, as you’re thanking him and bidding him goodbye, a crazy idea pops in your head.

It’s pretty late already. You have no idea how far he lives from you and the fact that you could clearly tell how tired and sleepy he was on your way here makes you feel uncomfortable. It wouldn’t hurt to let him sleep here tonight, won’t it? It’s not like anything bad would happen… right?

Your grip around the doorknob gets tighter the more steps he takes away from you, your teeth sinking deeper and harder down into your bottom lip. If you take any longer making a decision, he would’ve made it to the elevator already. So, taking a deep breath, you call out to him and he immediately stops in his tracks, turning around.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you spend the night?”

He blinks at you in surprise and for a moment you’re flustered. Knowing you and the reputation you have, the invitation could very much mean the opposite of what you intended, “N-No! Not like that…” you shake your head right away, “It’s just…” You bite down your lip again, suddenly nervous for no apparent reason.

“It was very nice of you to take me home even if I live kinda far from the frat house. It’s already the ass crack of dawn and you look really tired right now. I don’t want you driving home and getting into some accident or something. You’re already here anyway and well, I think it’s better if you just-- M-Maybe it’s more convenient if you--”

You’re rambling. You’re fucking rambling and stuttering like an idiot and Juyeon is just standing there with his lips gradually tugging into a smile. Your words pick up speed as your sudden nervousness overwhelms you and it only makes you even more embarrassed than you already are.

Jeez, why is it so hard to reciprocate his kindness? It seems like you have some sort of ulterior motive behind it when you really don’t.

“Alright,” he says softly, already walking back to your apartment. You open the door wider to let him in and once it clicks to a close behind you, your nervous feeling morphs into agony. You did not think this through.

Because 1.) You forgot that you didn’t clean at all today, 2.) You have no idea where you’re going to whip out a fresh set of clothes for him to sleep in and 3.) He would not fit on your couch so where the fuck are you going to let him sleep? The floor?!

Reigning in your mild panic, you discreetly take a deep breath through your nose and try your best to tidy up as quickly as you can while he’s busy taking off his shoes and jacket. You speed walk into the living room, picking up your trash and random clothing articles strewn on the floor.

“Need help?”

“No!”

Juyeon stands up from his crouching position and he backs away from one of your pants, sheepishly smiling, “Okay, sorry.” You redden at your small outburst, ducking your head as you pick up the rest of the clothes. “N-No… I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over so…” You toss the rubbish into the nearest bin and pile your clothes up a bit better in your arms.

“Why don’t you take a seat while I get you some clothes to sleep in? You can turn the TV on and help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be right back.” Juyeon nods, socked feet shuffling further into your small living room while you disappear into your room.

You quickly shove your clothes into the hamper and rummage through your closet for anything he can change into. “Oh for fuck’s sake…” mutter under your breath, realizing that you also didn’t do the laundry which means your clothes are very limited at the moment.

Sighing exasperatedly, you grab your favorite oversized t-shirt and as embarrassing as it is, your hello kitty pajama pants. You pop your head into the bathroom to check if it was clean and to your relief, it is. You mentally thank yourself for that and for stocking some extra toothbrushes too. You then leave the clothes on your bed, taking a clean towel with you outside.

You come out to see Juyeon slouching on the couch, phone in hand as he scrolls through his social media. He yawns adorably, immediately whipping his head around when he hears the door click. “Here. You can wash up first,” You sit on one of the armrests and hand him the towel, “Your clothes are on my bed and there’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom for you too, the blue one.”

Juyeon smiles up at you sleepy, mumbling out a thank you before he gets up. He leaves his phone on the coffee table and promises that he’ll be quick. You just nod and watch him disappear into your room, blankly staring at the closed door.

You can’t believe Juyeon is here. The only other male you allowed in your apartment is Kevin and you can’t believe he’s spending the night to just… sleep. This is weird. Today has been very, very weird.

You walk back out into the living room with your hair halfway through drying, cozy and warm in your old uni sweater. Juyeon is already dozing off on the couch and your lips curl into a smile at how ridiculous but cute he looks in your pajamas.

You walk over to him as quietly as you can and gently tap on his shoulder to wake him, “Juyeon?” Humming, he flutters his eyes open. “Uhm… I’m not sleepy yet so I’ll stay out here and watch some movies… Wanna go sleep in my room for a bit? I’ll wake you up later if I wanna turn in already.”

You know for a fact that he won't sleep in your bed while you take the couch so you already planned this while you were washing up. He blinks at you slowly, clearly contemplating your offer and you pray in your head that he just says yes but then he shakes his head.

“‘Sokay, I’ll stay here and watch with you. I’m... not that sleepy.” As if to prove it, he sits up properly and forces his eyes to open wider. You chuckle, “But Juyeon, look at you.” You reach down to caress his cheek and his eyes threaten to fall shut just from it.

“Go to sleep.”

“But--”

“C’mon,” you give him a light nudge and thankfully, he gives in not a moment later. “Don’t hesitate to wake me up, okay? I’ll move to the couch right away,” he yawns as he stands up, stretching a little. When you’re sure he’s inside already, you plop down on your couch, automatically lying down. Exhaustion has already caught up to you but you tried not to show it just so Juyeon would agree to sleep in your bed.

You sigh tiredly into a random cushion on your couch, feeling around for the remote. You do end up playing a movie and you do attempt to watch it but not even halfway through it, you’ve already fallen asleep.

And only 2 hours later, Juyeon wakes up when he notices you still haven’t come inside. He gets out of bed and comes out, only to find you fast asleep with the TV still on but there’s no more movie playing. You’re curled into yourself, shivering because you don’t even have a blanket with you.

He frowns. Did you really fall asleep by accident or did you mean to sleep on the couch all along? Letting him take your bed while you’re out here, cold and uncomfortable. Sighing, he quietly walks over and carefully carries you into your room.

He sets you down on bed gently, brushing your hair out of your face and patting your head affectionately before tucking you in. But just as he’s ready to leave, you stir awake. “Juyeon?” you murmur, shifting on the bed to face him. He hums softly.

“Why am I…? Why’d you…?”

“Shh, go back to sleep.”

“But-- Wh-Where’re you going? Are you leaving?”

He lightly shakes his head and walks back to your bed, bending over to stroke your hair. “No, I’m staying. I’ll just go sleep on the couch.” For someone who’s half asleep, you’re quick to hold his hand on your head and pull him down, “Here…”

Your brain is drifting in and out of sleep. You can barely form proper sentences, let alone think straight but all you know is that you don’t want him to leave and you keep tugging on his hand for him to stay, even going as far as to scoot aside to give him space.

Juyeon blinks multiple times, flustered. Your constant pulling has forced him to sit on the mattress. Still, he needs to make sure. He says your name softly, drawing circles at the back of your hand, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I’m fine with the couch, I promise.”

You don’t say anything, instead you just pat the space next you with your free hand and pull the covers off just enough for him to slip inside. Juyeon studies your face, the moon being the only source of light in your room. You blink at him sleepily, still slightly tugging on his hand as each blink gets heavier and slower.

Sighing, Juyeon just climbs in bed with you, his mere warmth lulling you back to sleep.

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[spitdrunken]

Tbh Pokemon was a childhood interest and I never was really super interested in it like as a NSFW thing for a long time but... I had some real freak moments fantasizing abt Maxie when I played Omega Ruby for some reason

There's a part in the game where you're in the secret Team Magma base and you gotta use those confusing teleporting pads that are in every game to get around and you can go to Maxie's bedroom and when I was a teen all I could think about is... huh, if someone disappeared here who would know where to find them? 👀👀

Imagine Yandere Maxie who's been pushing down his feelings while he's busy with his doomsday plan, catching you and your wiped out team in his base all alone by yourself. It's like the solution to all his problems all wrapped up in a neat bow for him; if you're stuck here and he has his team keep an eye on you when he's busy then you can't keep interfering with his plans, can you? He's got you all to himself and sure you may bristle and glare at him whenever he's around but he's willing to be patient and ease you into a relationship.

It's so hard to figure out what he wants at first, other than the obvious which is to keep you out of his way. He makes sure to visit you regularly, make small talk to you over a cup of coffee or something sweet he's brought you to eat while the grunts watch you from the other side of the room and give you a look that subtly reminds you not to cause a scene with the boss.

He's up to something but he doesn't give you much info to go off of what that is, at least not at the start. He gets touchy, a lingering hand on your shoulder or waist, unprompted praise about just how clever and determined you are, how much potential you could have if you were here willingly. He decides the clean clothes in your backpack will no longer do and you should be wearing his team's uniform instead, decides it's too crowded for you to sleep in the room with the other grunts and lets you sleep in his bed instead. Alone to begin with, then you have you to deal with him sleeping next to you, heart pounding and muscles tense all night scared of where this is progressing.

He's a criminal but not... that kind of criminal right? He starts pressing up against you and draping his arms around you in his sleep. Starts getting more affectionate and talking about your future here in the team, especially once his plans go through to summon Groudon. He talks as if you want to be here, as if you have a choice.

Any resistance is flatout ignored and brushed off, if you be difficult enough he'll put restraints on you, but he never threatens or hurts you, never says anything that acknowledges what he's doing is wrong. After all, if he's delusional enough to believe using Groudon to wipe out the seas is a smart move why would he have the sense to realize you don't want this?

Okay I got a bit carried away there considering you've just told someone else you've never played ORAS o-o;; and it's been a few years since I played the game and probably not entirely accurate and I'm not a writer but please tell me I'm not the only one that's not normal abt him...

I have actually played ORAS, it’s just been a while! This is really, really good though… I don’t really have anything to add!! I do think he would be the type to really ease you into things, not make a move for a while even if he is of the personal belief that you want this as well- But perhaps, if it really does take ages,, maybe he’ll slip something in your drink that really makes you want him. (And I see him as the type of person who is pretty nervous about sex, doesn’t really know what he’s doing. At least then your brain is so foggy he doesn’t have to worry about that either <3 Just to make you feel good, just to allow you to enjoy it more.)

[endlessdrifter]

👀🍑🌹🌈💘😝🌸👌👅💦🛏️ for Aaron

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner? “I huh.... I’d... I’d like someone who can be gentle with my heart but terribly rough with my body. A man, of course. M-maybe someone who... doesn’t mind I can be.... very needy.“

🍑 - Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference? “I... I’m a bottom.” Not just a bottom; the bottomest.

🌹 - Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference? He’s too shy and embarrassed to admit this, but he’s submissive. Waaaaay too much.

🌈 - Sexual fantasies? Another thing he’s too shy to admit himself, but he has this fantasy about being tied up and used for a whole night. That and semi-public sex.

💘 - Kinks? Frot, daddy kink, semi-public, bondage and edging.

😝 - Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet? “I’ve... I’ve b-been told I can get pretty loud when it starts... when it starts feeling good, yeah.”

🌸 - Do they have an aftercare routine? “I’m--- usualy the one who ends up needing... I, I mean, no, yeah. I like to cuddle m-my man and caress his muscles to soothe him until he falls asleep.”

👌 - Favourite position? “............ doggy style while having my hair pulled.”

👅 - Oral sex. Do they prefer giving or receiving? “Yes, please... all of it, all the time. I d-don’t mind either.”

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on? “B-big arms, big chests, smug grins... and I’m... I m-mean... I like big dicks too.”

🛏️ - Do they like having sex outside of the bedroom? If yes, where? “Anywhere, l-literally anywhere, please.”

[sluttyhenley]

11, 13, 15, 21 👀

11- what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Description/the bits around the dialogue. Which is in part because of how often I’ve found myself writing smut since declaring I would never write smut again because inevitably it feels awkward and there are so many things happening and it’s hard (someone should be) but that kind of writing has forced me to flex those descriptive writing muscles

13- your strengths as author

I think I’m funny. More detailed/serious version of that answer is that (despite missing emotional cues irl) I think I can nail them when I’m writing

15- why did you start writing?

Two things: I’ve always told myself stories. Like always. (Bored in the car? Time for a story. Bored in class. Let’s see what happens next in that story. Trying to sleep? You get the drift) So then as I started understanding writing conventions more the stories started actually being something that I could write down? On top of that is I am incapable of just enjoying a thing and moving on (some of those stories I mentioned? Basically fan fiction except I didn’t know that was a thing when I was 10) anyway those things l am incapable of enjoying start living in my head rent free and next thing I know I’ve got Ideas ™ and then I’m writing them

21- what do you think when you read over your older work?

Honestly it’s kind of a mixed bag. Sometimes it’s. Huh this was actually pretty decent? Sometimes it’s yeah I clearly didn’t have a lot of practice yet and I could definitely do that idea more justice now. And sometimes I’m looking at old stuff I’ve written like idk suddenly I can’t read. Like because it lived in my head at one point my brain just refuses to process it (which is a fun thing that makes editing a challenge)