#stop watching prn

[cupcakes-are-ours]

*checks notes* yep he’s still hot

2022 edit: i am reformed and normal and im just keeping it to remind myself how stupid i was sorry for who i was in 2020 </3

[crazywolf828]

I've seen like fifty fic recommendation lists, and yeah that's great if you want substance, but where the smut fic rec lists at? Do they even exist?

[syrupgirl]

Sorry if you have done this before but maybe you could do a neteyam x reader and he is introducing you to his family ?

Love ur work btw

a/n: I did change this a lil so I hope it’s still ok, so reader knows the Sully’s vaguely and has only been known as a friend to Neteyam but now he is introducing reader as his potential mate. Also thank you for your compliments :p <3

(sum more notes at the end <3)

reader uses she/her prns and her body stays un-described

Mate material -Neteyam

“Is this really necessary, Neteyam,” You whined, sulking behind him. “They already know who I am, I feel like I’m meeting them again.”

He smiled and continued to wade his way toward the shore.

“Well, you are in a way. They will be seeing you in a different light now.” This man. He has some cheek.

Water whipped around your ankles as you ran after him. Taking Neteyam’s hand in yours, you spun him around and tugged on his arm repeatedly.

“Do we have to tell them? Why can’t they…Just figure it out on their own?.” You felt like child now, complaining over something so simple, but that’s how being with Neteyam made you feel; all fuzzy and floaty on the inside. Things were simple and easy when you were with him.

He finally stopped waking and took his arm out of your hand, replacing it with his hand.

“I understand if you are nervous, they can be,” he paused as if to take a moment to find the words. “intimidating when they want to be.” It came out as a laugh.

You snorted, “Your mother in particular.”

“She loves you!”

“She likes me as your friend, she might not as a mate!”

Neteyam sighed and pulled you closer; he could tell this was really bothering you.

“It’s not like there has been some, huge, drastic change. We’re still us, just…A more together version of us.”

A reluctant smile bloomed on your lips. “You sound stupid.”

“Ah.” You giggled as he pushed you away in mock offence.

“I take back what I said, you should be terrified.”

“Neteyam!”

-

Eclipse had come and the Sully family were gathered in their Marui, happily feasting on their dinner.

All that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and chewing of food, until Lo’ak took it upon himself to break that silence.

“So, big bro, what happened with yn today?”

Suddenly, all eyes were on the eldest Sully. A small smirk jumped onto Kiri’s lips and she quickly went to cover it with her hand and Tuk looked genuinely worried for your health. Lo’ak had a shit eating grin on his face; he knew what he was doing.

Neteyam gulped, disguising it was swallowing a mouthful of his dinner. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I saw you two getting awfully close in the water.” Neytiri looked as if she had finally checked into the conversation, putting down her meal and looking to her sons.

“I just thought maybe, she might have been hurt?”

Like a hunter watches their prey, his family set their gaze on him, silently hungering for more information.

In an effort to appear cool headed, Neteyam shrugged. “She was fine, not hurt.” He looked to his brother and shot him a look, “Why do you ask?”

“Oh no, just curious.” It looked like Lo’ak would leave it now and Neteyam internally sighed in relief.

“How is yn, Neteyam? Haven’t seen her in a while.” Jake asked. Oh well, the questioning wasn’t over.

-

“I think they are onto us.”

You let those words sit in the air they were spoken into.

Neteyam’s arm tightened around you and you turned more into his chest. The pool of water around you wrinkled gently with your movements.

The two of you had stashed yourselves away in a lone terrace, not unlike the ones that bordered the lagoon outside the village, but this one was a secret place for you both. Where you could be with each other without worrying about prying eyes or annoying brothers.

Finally, you answered him, “What makes you say that?”

Neteyam sat up more, causing you to be partially shoved off of him.

“Lo’ak started asking me these annoying questions while we were eating dinner last night!” He looked like he was a getting really upset; brows furrowed, arms waving wildly, voice raising.

You frowned and caught one of his flailing hands. “What kind of questions?”

“Just stupid ones! Like, why we are spending so much time together and why we were getting so close to each other yesterday in the wate-”

“Be calm, Neteyam. Slow down.” You brought his hand to your chest. “Breath, deep breaths.”

Neteyam stopped his ranting and sighed out a long breath. As best as he could, he copied your breathing.

“Now, explain to me why this bothers you so much?”

He is still for a moment, looking a little embarrassed. “He’s putting his nose where it doesn’t belong, it is just not his business.”

You snort at that, “Are we not about to announce our relationship to your family? Honestly, it’s not a surprise that one of them found out before.”

Neteyam sighed again. He turned to face you and gently took your face into his hands, looking between your eyes.

“I want it to be on our terms, not because of Lo’ak’s prying.”

“I understand that,” you hummed. Your hand covered one of Neteyam’s on your face and you leaned into it. “Sounds like we need to act on our plans a little faster.”

A kiss was planted on your forehead and you smiled giddily.

“I don’t want to push you, I know you are a bit nervous.” He mumbled into your hairline.

Your free hand found his face and brought him back to where you could look him in the eyes. Your thumb glided back and forth along his cheekbone and his eyes drifted closed.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

-

It really felt like you could not handle it.

The sun was high in the sky, beating down onto your skin. On a day like this, you would usually be bobbing up and down in the waves, happily soaking up the rays, but on this occasion all it was doing to you was elevating your already rapidly growing panic.

You and Neteyam sat on the woven walkways not to far from his marui. Today was the day where you would finally announce your relationship to his family. A monumental occasion really; the eldest son of Toruk Makto and former leader of the Omatikaya, had found himself a partner, a mate, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You had met the Sully family many times before, you regularly spent time with Lo’ak and Kiri, even spending time with little Tuk. But now, you were seeing them on such different circumstances, they might as well have been strangers.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Neteyam had offered, an effort to quell your growing nerves, unfortunately this just spurred into motion all the thoughts of things that could happen; ranging from awkward silences to Jake and Neytiri chasing you out of their marui for trying to take their firstborn away from them. Extremely unlikely and just downright stupid, but you were just grasping at straws for anything that could go wrong.

“Why can’t- why can’t you just tell them while I am far, far away?” Neteyam laughed heartily at that but you were deadly serious.

“Oh yes, I can see it now,” Neteyam gasped between giggles, “hey mom, hey dad, you know yn? yeah I want her to be my mate. Where is she? Anywhere you aren’t.” His laughed picked up at his own joke and you groaned, hitting his chest with your balled fist.

“I love your family, Neteyam. I really, really want this to go well!”

“And it will! We’ve had this same conversation over and over, i don’t know how else I can reassure you.” He reached his arm around your waist and dragged you closer to him. “Would you like me to tell you in english? I know a little.”

Neteyam said something you didn’t understand. The language sounded so silly you couldn’t help but cover your mouth to hide your giggles.

“Should we get going? They should all be home now.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

-

“Neteya- oh, and yn?” Jake paused. “How are you, yn?”

The entire Sully clan, excluding Neteyam, were all seated around the cooking fire inside the marui. Jake and Neytiri parked up close to each other: Jake prepping fish for cooking and Neytiri wrapped then placed it above the fire in front of them.

Kiri and Tuk sat next to their mother. The older girl attempted to teach the youngest how to repair a torn Ilu saddle.

Lo’ak lay next to his father, apparently completely uninterested in whatever was happening around him, until the two of you entered together, after which he sat up looking infinitely intrigued.

Tucking your arms behind your back, you squeezed your hands together and mustered up a smile.

“I am well, thank you, Toruk Makto.”

Jake continued to de-bone the creature he was holding before speaking to you again, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

You glanced to Neteyam, the nervousness you had buried starting to resurface again. He took a deep breath and reached behind you, taking your hand tightly in his.

Neytiri, who hadn’t looked entirely phased by your presence, suddenly perked up. Her eyes fell onto your intertwined fingers and then back to your face. It felt as if your heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Actually, sir, there’s…something I want to tell you.” Neteyam’s voice had an uncharacteristic nervousness to it and you could feel the smallest shake in the hand that held yours.

The whole family froze, each with sightly different looks on their faces. Lo’ak looked like he was on the verge of hysterical laughter, Kiri had her own little smile while Tuk was ready to hang off of your every word.

“What is it, Neteyam?” Neytiri asked. She stood and Jake followed suit.

The grip on your hand tightened before Neteyam spoke, “Yn and I, we wish to be mated. Before Eywa.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the family before you reacted. Lo’ak, who had been quietly munching on his dinner, suddenly started to choke and thumped his fist against his chest in attempts to dislodge the obstruction.

Tuk and Kiri had the same reaction, shouting “What?!” at the same time. Tuk visibly more excited about the news, while Kiri looked like this was the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

“My son, you are not yet a man.” Neytiri urged, slowly pacing towards her eldest.

“I have passed two of the three rites of passage of our clan! And now that we live amongst the reef people, I can complete the three by passing one of theirs!” The two of you had anticipated these concerns and had done your research on the matter. Since the Sully’s no longer lived among their own, the three tasks Neteyam had to complete to be welcomed into the Omaticaya as a man were no longer possible. It seemed only fitting that he finish of these tasks by overcoming the Metkayina’s last rite of passage that their men had to accomplish.

“Taking a mate is a serious thing, son.” Jake was now face to face with Neteyam. He had a stony look on his face. “I know you’re friends with yn, evidently a bit more than that, but this will be the person you spend the rest of your life with.”

Coming up beside her son, Neytiri put a hand on his shoulder. “Your father is right, Neteyam. These decisions cannot be rushed.”

By Eywa, you wished the ground would just swallow you whole.

Neteyam noticed your embarrassment and doubled down. “I know that, we know that! We have been talking about this for a long time and we’ve thought of everything.”

His father narrowed his eyes, he still didn’t look convinced, so you decided oh well, you already ready feel like you were in over your head, what’s a little more?

“If I may,” All eyes turned to you, “your son is the most caring, most passionate, and most mature man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He is infinitely understanding and loves with all he has. I cannot speak on his behalf, but I trust in the decision I have made to have Neteyam as my mate.” Your words continued to get smaller and smaller as your felt their stares bore into you.

Silence filled the space, broken up by the soft sound of crashing waves and the chittering of stray Ilu.

Neytiri spoke first.

“This is truly what you want, my son?” The mother laced her hands with the sons free one.

“More than anything I have ever wanted in my entire life.”

A look was shared between Jake and Neytiri and their children stared on.

“Neteyam,” Jake sighed, “I give you my blessing to pursue your remaining rites of passage by the Metkayina.” His hand reached up and latched onto the back of Neteyam’s head, bringing it closer to his own.

“My son, I see you.”

Your partner’s lip quivers and his brows told upward, it is clear he is using everything in him not to cry.

“And you, yn.” Jake turned to you, bringing his hand up to his brow and then back down again. “I see you.”

You repeated his gesture and sniffed, emotions running very high. “I see you, Toruk Makto.”

Jake smiled. “No need for the formalities, not now that we’re family.”

The rest of that night was filled with light and laughter. With songs and delicious food. You couldn’t think of a better way to be welcomed into this beautiful family.

Your heart had never felt so full.

a/n: so we only know 2 of the Omaticaya’s rites of passage and judging from how Neteyam has a banshee, it’s safe to assume he had begun the process of becoming a man in the clan. I don’t know if he had done his dream hunt so i just said he had🤷‍♀️yeah this took so long because I did a chunk of words every few days💀 anyways until next time, bye :p

[cosmal]

KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT — FACESITTING WITH EDDIE MUNSON

*:･ﾟ summary — eddie convinces you to ride his face.

*:･ﾟ warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her prns. face sitting, face fucking, reader is a little self-conscious, doubtful, encouraging eddie!!!!

*:･ﾟ word count — 1.7k

Eddie has you sprawled you atop his bed, thighs spread, held open by his meaty palms, and you sit there, palming your tits lazily. You’re down to completely nothing, he’s still in his shirt and boxers. You don’t think it’s all that fair.

“Eddie?” You call. He looks up from where he’s laying on his stomach, face between your legs. He smiles, all toothy and lovesick.

“What’s up, baby?” He asks, squeezing at your calf attentively. 

You turn your knee inwards and he stops you, palm flat. “You’re being very quiet.” You say matter of factly.

He kisses your knee with wet lips, “M’thinking.”

“Yeah?” Your voice becomes quieter the closer he inches to your cunt. “That’s scary.” you giggle.

He nips at your skin and chuckles. “That’s mean,” He kisses your leg where he’d bitten you, “No, thinking about you. About us.”

“Eddie?” You ask again. Your heart beats fast with worry and your face screws up. You sit up a little so he can see you better, leaning back on your elbows.

His grin puts your thoughts at ease. But still, he looks mischievous. You nudge him with your foot when he doesn’t elaborate.

After a beat, he says, “Want you to sit on my face.”

Your breath catches, “What?”

Eddie chuckles, “Want you to ride my face, baby. Like when I eat you out, but you’re on top.”

You laugh like he’s joking, But when he doesn’t join in with your unsure laughter, break out with a stupid joke, your voice rises in pitch, “I’ll squash you, Eddie.”

He kisses further up your leg until he’s at the width of skin between your cunt and thigh. It tickles and he grins when you shiver, “That’s the whole point.” He says into your skin, voice low and sultry.

“C’mon, Eddie.”

He looks up at you, eyes stern but still with that stupid grin, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you won’t squash me. But it’ll feel good. Promise.”

The thought of sitting on his face scares you, but the way your tummy tingles and your thighs instinctively move to rub together has you thinking that it might be okay. It could be…fun.

Eddie crawls up your body until he’s leaning up on his hands beside you. His face hovers above yours and your cheeks tickle when he breathes out. Moving down to catch your lips with his, he says, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know that right?”

You would never feel pressured with Eddie. Never. You nod reassuringly before turning to kiss his forearm beside your head. “I know.”

“But…” He pauses, “I think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“How do you know that?”

Eddie looks offended, face screwed up, “You think I don’t know my girl?” He pokes you in the side of your ribs and you squirm, bursting into a fit of light, airy giggles. “I know how much you love it when I fuck you with my tongue.” Your breath catches but not because of the tickling. He knows you too well. Reads you for filth. But, who wouldn’t love it? “But, I’ll love it more if you’ll sit on my face.”

 He’s working you up, you can tell. You hate that it’s working.

It doesn’t take much more convincing. Just some reassuring before he’s laying flat on his back, naked and too ready, and you sit at his side.

He pats his chest, skin slapping, with a smirk he knows you detest, “C’mon, baby. Up here.”

You roll your eyes, “I hate you.”

He tuts, and braces your legs until you’ve climbed over his chest, thighs on either side of his ribs, “No. You don’t.”

He palms at your thighs, tugging to ease you down. You lean down until your centre is snug against his chest. Eddie shivers at the wet warmth, still grinning stupidly when he watches you settle. Folds spreading below his pecs.  

You spread your hands over his chest, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

You, you think, giggling.

Eddie palms your thighs, smile turning confused, “What’s so funny?”

You shake your head, “This is so stupid.’’

“You think?”

Eddie looks at you, genuinely concerned. Brows high and pinched. You melt when he massages your skin lovingly. You feel so eased it’s a little scary. Maybe it can be both, you think. Daunting because you’re outside your comfort zone, but calm because you’re doing it with Eddie.

“No, no.” You shake your head, “No, I’m being stupid.”

“What? No, you’re not.” He says, soothingly, “Just take a breath, yeah?”

You do. You breathe deeply as he grasps your thighs to shuffle you closer up his body. You stop when you hover just above his neck. His breath feels hot against you and you clench unthinkingly. “You’ll tell me if you want me to get off?” You squeak, bracing the headboard with a too-tight grip. Your hands shake around the wood.

“My mouth might be a little full, baby.” He chuckles.

“I’m serious, Eddie. Pinch me or something.”

He pinches you and can’t help but glare at him. Stoic, he says, “Okay, yeah, I’ll pinch you or something. Just, fuck, sit on me already baby, Wanna taste you.”

“Okay.” You say breathlessly.

He guides you until you hover above his face. You close your eyes before he leans up to kiss your clit. You still don’t have the strength in you to sit completely on him yet. Still wary.

Slowly, he kisses at your skin. Over your folds, wet with anticipation, hot lips roving over you. He darts his tongue to catch your bead in his mouth and you jolt. Your legs kind of buckle and he takes his opportunity to pull you flat against his face, nose pressing into your mound.

He hooks his arms over your legs and pulls until you’re completely snug against his mouth, like the space between you is too big. Like he can’t get you close enough. With a probing tongue, it runs down to your weeping hole to gather your slick, dragging it back up to flick around your clit.

With every exploring lick, you jolt and twitch. Eddie laughs through you and it only causes more twitching. He pushes up under the hood of your clit and swirls, and swirls and swirls. Laps at you like he’s a thirsty man. 

His fingers press cruelly into the dough of your thighs and you have to stable yourself against the bed. Chancing a look down at where he’s sat below you. His head bobs back and forth, and his fringe crushes against your clit with a numbing pressure. It tickles and you can’t help but squirm against his face.

You push down with your thighs to balance yourself, bringing your hands to his forehead to brush away his hair from his face.

Grinning and messy, he pulls back from you, wet with a glistening sheen of your slick. Groaning, he says, “Fuck, baby. Makin such a mess.” Slurping, he darts his tongue back out to catch the dribbling wet like he can’t waste any. “Taste so fucking good.”

“Eds.” You whine, tugging at his hair probably too roughly. Hating the teasing in such a compromising position.

“Okay, sorry.” He doesn’t waste any time in wrapping his lips back around you. He’s slurping and licking, and if you had it in you, you’d be embarrassed. But, it’s too late for that now.

At a pace that has your fingers flexing through his hair and your legs shaking, he laps at you, pulling you close again. With his nose prodding into you just above your clit. You feel your high building in no time when he slides his hands along to use his thumbs to spread you open.

He explores your hole with his probing muscle for a quick moment, licking his way back up to flick at your clit again and you clamp your legs around his head, shoulders digging into your ass. Unravelling in his strong grip, he palms and licks until you feel yourself jolting with overwhelming pleasure.

You rock yourself against his wet face, trying to search for a release that feels excruciatingly close. Your legs tingle and your tummy aches in the best possible way. A whimpering, stimulated mess. When the feeling begins, you grind down, using his hair for stability.

Fucking yourself along his tongue, a searing heat overwhelms you, cunt clenching around nothing as you moan and cry out. You seize up around him and your knuckles turn white where they grip the headboard when his head switches movements, wriggling his face against the flat of your cunt, nudging every last nerve ending. 

When you begin to pant heavily, you remember yourself and where you’re sitauted. “Fuck,” Pushing yourself from his face and down between his legs. Squeezing your own legs shut. 

There’s a beat of only panting and sniffling before he sits up, smiling madly. You blink, panting out a sorry.

He chuckles deeply, “Fuck, baby. That was insane. You’re insane.”

You push yourself onto your ass until you sit. He pouts, “Stop, c’mere.”

He reaches out for you and let him grasp your arm and willingly pull you into his lap. You can feel his hard-on underneath your bare ass, pushing up against you. He kisses your neck, travelling up to your cheek with sloppy, wet kisses, stopping where your eyebrow ends, right across your temple. “Did,” Kiss. “Did you have fun?” Kiss.

Beaming, you say, “Yeah, I think I did.”

“You think?” He asks indignantly, a little faux offended, “Babe, you squeezed me so hard with those pretty thighs I couldn’t hear.”

You slap his chest, “Stop it.”

“It was quite rude actually. Couldn’t hear you moaning for me.” He laughs.

“Oh, poor Eds.” You entertain his teasing for a moment. He’s too cute.

He presses his nose into your neck, kissing for a moment and there are only the noises from his mouth before he nudges your face and says, “Oh, Eddie!” He moans, voice all high to impersonate you. You clamp your hand around his bicep, “Fuck, Eddie! Don’t stop! Fuck feels so good!”

You nudge him in his side and frown, “Stop. I don’t sound like that.”

He pecks you once more, “You’re right, baby. You sound much prettier.”

You roll your eyes like he didn’t actually do a good impression of you. You do kinda sound like that. You hate him.

gif — kwistowee !

[spadecentral]

📺 Encouragement From Beyond | First Years

>> requested: no >> a/n: i hate tiktok

>> masterlist: ramshackle (misc.) >> summary: you leave videos for each of the first years after you return home >> reader prns: they/them [not used] >> warning(s): crying, mentions of panic/anxiety attacks

Ace Trappola didn't think he would miss you as much as he did when you left. From the moment he met you, always being a greedy little shit was his way of keeping a little bit of distance between the two of you. When he saw Crowley with a box of tapes with one designated for each of the freshmen, he knew something was up.

Sitting in front of the television, Ace shook. He stared through tears as words spoken by your voice came out of the TV.

"I know you don't like planning ahead," you said. "But you gotta have some structure to your life! Make sure to take care of yourself. And also keep up the magic tricks! They're really cool and I think you could always get a gig as a magician if you aren't good enough to be a real one. Thanks for the jokes, you trickster."

You laughed. You laughed and smiled and swayed in your seat, before reaching up and shutting off the camera. Ace couldn't take it. He cried and cried and harshly rubbed his eyes, getting his makeup into them.

"Ah fuck!" he cursed loudly, but continued to cry. Sniffling every other second, tears ran down his face. This was his last piece of you, and yet he wanted to smash the tape. Smash it to smithereens so that nothing could hurt him.

Deuce Spade was almost as emotional as Grim when you departed. At least, that's what he likes to say. He couldn't hold a blank face as Crowley pulled out the box of tapes. He knew what they were of, you even told him. But he hoped he would never have to see those wretched things again.

Nearly yanking Crowley's arm off as he snatched his tape away, Deuce sprinted for the nearest room with a television. Yelling and threatening the students in the closest classroom to get out, he almost broke the tape as he jammed it into the VHS player.

Slumping on a wooden chair, he stared as you became animated on the screen. Almost as mesmerized as when he saw you first, he didn't even notice the tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Deuce!" you said like you hadn't even left. You didn't leave. Not then, anyways. "You're going to be one hell of a police officer, okay? You aren't gonna slack off, right? I believe in you. And I'm gonna miss you and everyone else a whooooooooole lot. So be on your best behavior for me! Thank you for being with me this last year, I'll never forget it."

As the tape came to a stop, Deuce started choking as he cried. Collapsing onto the floor, his coughs came out dry and morphed as he sobbed. He didn't want to touch the tape yet. Didn't want to ruin it with his hands. He was going to treasure that tape until he died. And maybe when he died he'll be with you; so he won't need it anymore.

Jack Howl really tried to hide that he missed you. But his ears and tail didn't get the memo. When Crowley lifted the lid to that box, it reeked of you. His patience was running thin when Crowley finally got to him, so he snatched it out of Crowley's hand. But not in a rough way. Never in a rough way. This was you. He'd never want to hurt you.

Walking to the library, he asked the librarian if he could have the television room to himself as he watched the tape. Almost on the verge of crying when he went into the room, Jack slid the tape into the VHS and sat back on a creaky chair. As the TV whirred on, the first thing he heard was your voice.

"Hey Jack," you said, smiling at him. Well, he knew you weren't smiling at him, but he wanted to think so. Just once. "Sorry for uh... this."

Jack's tail curled around his torso and his ears fell flat. He was about to say something back to you, but he had to remind himself that you... weren't there.

"Could you make sure that everyone... takes care of themselves?" you laughed nervously, scratching the back of your head. "Like brushing their teeth and eating properly? And don't overwork yourself, either! I'm not assuming the worst or anything! I'm just— I—." you stopped, and took a breath. Jack modeled your breathing as well, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm just worried. I want you all to be safe when I'm... well, you know," you trailed off. "Anywho! Thanks for being my friend and stuff, bye now!"

As the tape shut off, Jack had no one to model his breathing after. Spiralling, Jack's breaths got heavier and heavier as his chest got more constricted. Almost passing out, he fell out of his seat and onto the floor. He stroked his tail in silence, trying to replicate your breathing. He was trying to do anything to get himself back up again.

Epel Felmier stood silently as he watched Crowley pass out the tapes. When the headmaster finally got to him, Epel took it gently, barely touching it. As if lost, Epel stood there before one of the teachers had to guide him to a room with a TV. As the teacher began to reach for the tape, Epel got ultra-defensive. Hitting and kicking, Epel yelled at them to stay away from him. To stay away from you.

After the teacher retreated into the hallway, Epel carefully put the tape into the VHS. He dared not break it in any way, in case there was something really important you wanted to say.

"Hey Epel," you say. Greeted by the familiarity of your voice, Epel calms down almost automatically. "I hope your family's farm is doing well! I hope they're still selling tons and tons of apples."

All the boy could do was nod along with your words.

"Don't be too reckless, okay? I love who you are, of course! And keep being rambunctious," you sighed. "Just don't go too overboard. Don't test Vil's limits. Please, for the love of the seven, don't test Vil's patience.

"And also, make sure to keep practicing at Magical Shift, okay? You've got some real talent," you smirked. "Score a basket for me. Or whatever they're called here. Sorry for never learning, haha.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks for being a little shit. But for real, thank you for staying by me."

As the tape shuts off, Epel's mind goes blank again. He can't cry. Shouldn't cry. Wouldn't cry, won't cry. So the only way for him to deal with his feelings is to shut them off.

Epel pulled the tape out of the VHS and walked out of the door to the classroom. He didn't know what he was going to do with the tape of you just yet, but he definitely wasn't going to throw it out.

Sebek Zigvolt promised himself he would not get emotional at your departure. He didn't. Not at your departure. Sure, he cried alone in his room that night, but what does it matter anyway? The next morning, he was suspicious right off the bat when he was called to the headmaster's office. And when he saw the box of tapes with everyone's names on them, it clicked.

He almost wanted to refuse the tape when it was handed to him. But out of too much curiosity, Sebek took it. The tape was heavy in his hand, much heavier than it should have been. Or maybe it was just his mind playing games on him.

Pushing the tape into the VHS was probably the hardest part for Sebek. Debating it, he finally decided not to. Sebek couldn't. He won't. He will not cry because of you again. Huffing, Sebek brought it back to his dorm room with him, placing it on his dresser. The same dresser that had a photo of you and the rest of the first years on it.

Sebek knew he might regret his decision later. But, he decided that now is not the time for such tomfoolery.

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[quiltedgold]

reader being saul's temporary secretary or assistant? and he's obviously got the hots for reader, but they tend to zay he's got to try better than that. that changes when he's drunk in his office after a long day, both of them Ray to get home, and when he tells reader to start closing up shop and they tell him yes sir, he calls them a good girl (which he doesn't realize goes straight to their crotch c: )

i went a little taxi gone wild with the drunk thing, hope you don't mind! i am such a sucker for intoxicated hookup fics, literally whenever i'm drunk i'm thinking "man if only saul goodman were here i would hop on him so quick😔" this one also features a cheeky reader who very much knows what they're doing to excite Saul but gets a kick out of denying him lol. thank you very much for the request dear anon, i hope you enjoy <3

Closing Time - Saul Goodman x reader

wc - 1.3k

warnings - smut, sleazeball saul bc duh, they/them prns for reader, fembodied reader, alcohol, boss x secretary

When Francesca took two weeks’ leave on account of her fractured kneecap, Saul worried at the thought of having to find a replacement on such short notice. Then, like an angel sent from heaven, you arrived at the door that very same morning, inquiring about a secretarial position. He hired you on the spot, thanking his lucky stars for small miracles. It didn’t hurt that you were a nice piece of eye candy, absolutely stunning in business casual and sporting a sweet smile and “innocent” look. 

However, Saul quickly realized you weren’t as naive as you looked. One afternoon he dropped a pen in your path, hoping you would bend over to pick it up and put your ass on display for him. Instead, you looked at the pen, then back to Saul with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to try better than that, Mr. Goodman,” you tittered before striding out of his office. 

He picked up the pen himself, face burning. Rats. Of course you weren’t going to be that easy, he’d been blinded by his first impression of you–the sweet, unassuming young secretary, shocked that an older man would show interest in them. He would just have to go about his pursuit in a different way. 

This didn’t stop him from eyeing you. Some days you showed up in short skirts or especially tight tops, teasing him with peeks of your cleavage or slivers of your smooth upper thigh when you crossed your legs as you took notes during client meetings. 

Whenever he tried anything, no matter how innocuous–inviting you to join him for your lunch break or inviting you back to his place at the day’s end–you responded the same as before: You’ll have to try harder than that, Mr. Goodman. 

And he could tell you were dragging him along, playing with his affections like a cat bats at a ball of yarn–you often bit at the cap of your pen while looking him right in the eye through hooded lids, or stretched your arms when you knew he was watching, buttons pulling taught against your chest. Sometimes you noticed him adjusting his pants after an especially flirtation-packed encounter, which you’d acknowledge with a little giggle and a toss of your hair. 

It drove him crazy. 

After one especially long day filled with interactions with some of his more unpredictable clients, Saul sought refuge in his office and knocked back a few glasses of scotch, relishing the loosening of his tense shoulders. 

“Sweetheart, would you come in here?” he called, tugging at the knot of his tie.

You appeared in the doorway, hands on your hips. It was obvious he’d been drinking, and his lips always got looser under the influence. Not that you minded the nickname, but you could at least put on an air of righteous indignation. “Yes, Mr. Goodman?”

“You can start closing up shop–thanks, darlin’. Good work today.”

“Yes, sir,” you turned to leave, just catching his reply.

“Good girl.” 

It was offhanded, you could tell he wasn’t really thinking about the words he’d just said as he took another noisy sip of his drink.

But you stopped in your tracks. The simple phrase sent a flood of warmth to your core. Had he really not said that to you before? Clearly not, based on your body’s reaction. 

“What are you waiting for? You want a drink or something?” Saul asked jokingly, expecting silence or your usual rebuttal. This was just another one of his propositions.

Yet… 

You turned back around and strode towards his desk. “Yes,” you said decidedly. “I would.”

His eyes widened, but he sat forward and grabbed a glass for you, tipping the decanter. “Lucky me, I get my secretary as a drinking partner. Say when.”

You waited until the glass was three-quarters full. “When.” Then you plucked the glass from the table and downed it, wincing a bit at the malty flavor. Hell, up until now you’d only known the cheap liquor of college parties and family holidays. But, the liquid quickly warmed your stomach, sending a wave of relaxation to the very tips of your extremities. You leaned over the table, waving the empty glass slowly in his direction.

Saul chuckled. “Woah there, champ, no one’s timing you. Here–” he gestured for your glass, which you gave and he filled back up. 

Instead of accepting the offered cup, you strode over to his side of the desk. 

“You know,” you began. “I really shouldn’t be drinking on the job. And especially not with my boss.”

Now closer, you could see his lined face begin to flush. The alcohol’s influence, of course, but also your body’s proximity. Not a coincidence that you’d worn the shortest shirt and tightest shirt that you could get away with today. 

“Believe me, I’m not tattling,” Saul said, putting his hands up in a “you got me” gesture, but his eyes were fixed directly on your chest.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not accusing you of anything,” you hummed, tapping at the arm of his chair. “But still. Maybe it’d be better if I have a story in case someone asks me about it.” 

Emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through your system, you lowered yourself onto his lap, one heeled foot keeping yourself grounded. You swore you could see the stars exploding in his eyes; you knew this was what he’d wanted since day one. 

You put a saccharine voice on, thickening it with innocence. “Oh, but I swear, I didn’t want to drink it. He practically poured it down my throat,” you purred, placing a hand on his chest. 

“So that’s your angle? Sleazy boss got you drunk to cop a feel?” Saul asked, eyes darkening, but now he brought the glass to your lips, which you parted immediately. “He sounds like a real piece of work.” 

You smirk. “He is.” 

Saul tipped the glass’ contents into your mouth, scotch splashing across your tongue and down your throat as you swallowed as much as you could, the excess bubbling over your lips and soaking the front of your shirt. His other hand held your jaw in place, fingers a little too rough against the soft of your cheek. 

As he withdrew the glass, you made a big show of licking your lips to catch the leftover drops, then captured your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for him to make the next move. 

Saul patted your cheek, the warm metal of his ring knocking against bone. 

“Good girl,” he said lowly. His hand slid up the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His thick fingers knotted in your hair, tugging ever so gently. 

“Thank you, sir,” you replied with a sharp intake of breath at the tug. 

Upon hearing the title, he let out a groan and pulled you towards him, mouths meeting messily. The taste of malt liquor mingled on both of your lips as you panted into each other, high pitched keening from you and small whines from the back of his throat. 

His other hand snaked down to grasp at your ass, collecting a generous handful and using it to hoist you closer to his body, his hips jerking up to roll against your thigh as the kiss deepened. 

“You’ve been–killing me–all, hah, all week,” Saul moaned through the kiss. “Your fuckin’--your body, the looks you give me, the–the goddamn pen biting.”

You laughed, which turned into a whimper as he worked a hand under your bra. “I told you–you were gonna have to try harder.”

“Well, Jesus, shit–If I’d known all that meant was getting drunk and–callin’ ya a good girl, hell–” he groaned as you ran a hand down his stomach and palmed his erection– “I woulda done it way sooner.” 

You kissed him again to get him to stop talking–he was cute, but more so when he knew when to shut up. All you really wanted to hear at the moment were his overwhelmed whines as you worked at his cock.

You had, what, one more week here? You’d already wasted the first with petty flirts and pretend prudence–you hoped Saul was okay with you rescheduling his meetings, because you were going to use the rest of your employment wisely.

[smellydano]

good boy || edward nashton

edward nashton x afab!reader smut

warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!eddie, prn without plot, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), teasing, riding, fingering (f receiving), if i missed anything lmk !

synopsis: i don’t have a good synopsis it’s just eddie being a little meow meow sub baby

word count: 1904 (i promise i’m trying to make them longer LOL

a/n: i haven’t posted anything in a while it feels, i promise i’m still writing and working on requests! i just have a lot going on :3

“would you like to take this off me, eds?”

eddie nods as his shaky hands make their way to the clasp of your bra, attempting to unbuckle the beautiful lacy fabric. you giggled as he struggled, eventually separating the clasps. he slowly pulled the straps down your arms, watching as your breasts drop gracefully in front of him.

“good boy, now what about my undies? do you wanna take them off too?” he moaned at your words, especially the name he’s been accustomed to. he swallowed another moan, hands trailing towards your hips. he slowly started to pull at the waistband when you stopped him.

“ah ah, on your knees.” you looked up at him with a smirk as you stopped his hands. he nodded with a shaky breath, moving down to his knees. his face meets you at waist level, you feel his breath on your stomach as he slowly pulls the matching lacy panties. he didn’t understand how they were comfortable, as they barely covered anything.

eddie lowered your panties down your soft legs, his fingers trailing down your thighs. you lift your legs out of the underwear, eddie tossing them to the side with your bra. you ruffled his hair, watching him smile as he looked up at you like a god. “aww, such a good boy.” you coo at him, his cheeks turning a quick pink.

still on his knees, you cupped his cheeks. thumb gliding across his cheekbone as you whispered praises. “you’re being such a good boy, eds. do you want to touch me?” he nodded quietly, hands to his side as he waited for your permission.

as soon as you gave him the permission he was desperate for, his hands made their way to your waist. he pressed kisses onto your stomach, slowly trailing further down. he wanted to please you, as best as he could. he wanted to treat you as his own god, worshiping your body as such. his kisses got closer to your aching cunt. he looked up at you, waiting for your permission once again. you nodded, his lips quickly make their way to your cunt. he shuffles his knees on the hardwood floor, attempting to get comfortable. his tongue pressed against your clit, wiggling back and forth. you let out a loud moan, gripping eddie’s hair with force, shoving his mouth against your cunt.

“fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. getting me all ready for you. such a good boy, you know exactly how to take care of me.” he let out a whine as he heard your words, his cock straining painfully hard against his pants. you push his head against your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit as his tongue worked its way through your slick folds. he lapped up as much as he could, your wetness covering his cheeks. you could feel his slight overgrown stubble against your cunt, making you moan out. while gripping his hair, you slowly moved your cunt against his mouth, grinding yourself on his lips and nose. you heard a muffled whine, looking down and watching him work your pussy with his tongue.

“c-can i use my fingers?” he asked, pulled away enough for you to hear him, although he was still muffled by your cunt. you looked down at him in awe, “what do you say?” you question.

“can i use my fingers, ma’am, please?” he pleaded, looking up at you with puppy pleading eyes. he wanted to make you feel so good. you let out a breathy moan, “go ahead, good boy.”

he didn’t waste any time, swiftly bringing his fingers up to your sopping pussy. he slowly brought his index finger to your hole, pushing in as much as he could. you moaned loudly, holding his head in both hands. he added another finger, wanting to stretch you out as much as he could, to prep for his cock. your breathing pace got quicker, mouth dropping open as you watched his fingers thrust inside you. your sounds of pleasure letting him know he’s doing a good job. he smiles into your cunt as his tongue lapped against your clit. he looked up at you, watching your body react to his work made him painfully aroused. his cock now hard as ever, making him groan with every moan that falls from your lips.

you pulled his face away from your pussy, admiring the slick left all over his face from completely devouring your cunt. he gave you a dopey smile as he looked up at you, already pussy drunk. you giggled, caressing his cheek. “you want to get undressed for me? you did so well taking my clothes off, i want to see you take yours off.” you said with a smirk, tilting your head as he stared up at you. he kept his gaze as he got up on his feet, awkwardly playing with the hem of his shirt.

“do you need help, baby?” he whined and nodded as your hands found their way to the hem, lifting it off his pretty torso. you threw his shirt to the side, admiring his beautiful chest and tummy, running your hands up and down them. his breathing got quicker as you made your way towards his belt, swiftly unbuckling it and pulling his pants and boxers down. you watched as his cock slipped free from the constraints. he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away, never taking his eyes off you.

“lay back, baby. you treated me so well, let me take care of you.” you pressed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him very gently. eddie fell back onto your shared bed behind him, adjusting himself to get comfortable. you climbed onto the bed, on top of him. you spit on your hand, then brought it towards his cock, slowly pumping him. eddie’s whines filled the room, he’s been on his best behaviour, waiting for this moment.

“aww, listen to you. such a good boy for me, baby. can you keep it up?” you whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his body. he quickly nodded, “yes m-mommy. please.” he whined, his eyes closed, mouth open, desperate for any touch you’re willing to give him. you smiled, watching his body react to your touch. his hips slightly pushing up, he held back what he could, making you push his hips down with your other hand.

“shh baby, don’t move your hips. or else i’ll have to punish you. we don’t want that, do we, baby?” his head shook as he whined out in fear. “please mommy, i can be a good boy. please pretty mommy!” you smiled down to him, looking at that cute cherub face, his precious cheeks, his gorgeous pleading eyes. you couldn’t stay mad at him. you lifted your hands off him, trailing them up to his chest, rubbing his chest. your thumbs occasionally ran against his nipples, which made him throw his head back with a moan. you chuckled as he cried out in pleasure. with his whining, you threw your leg over his side, finally straddling him, exactly what he needed. Your core slid against his hard cock, biting your lip from the friction. eddie was a mess underneath you, gripping sheets to hold himself from cumming over the simple pressure of you on top of him. you guided his dick along your cunt, then swiftly sinking onto him.

eddie let out an almost animalistic groan, face contorting from the pleasure he so desperately needed. you gently bounced on his cock, hands holding yourself up by his shoulders. your tits directly in his face, he leaned up towards them, smiling wide as he pushed his face between your tits. His whining continues as you ride him. you creep up towards his face, pressing light kisses all over his cheeks as he held your hips, helping you guide yourself.

“fuck, you fill me up so good, eds. y-you’re such a good boy.” you whispered into his ear, kissing the stray tears on his cheeks. he looks up at you as you sat up on him, moving your hips in a way that he couldn’t handle. your knees pressed against the bed as you kept your pace, lifting yourself up and down.

“p-please mommy, i n-need to fuck you. please pretty mommy, p-please!” he begged, his attempt to hold himself back wasn’t working, as he was so pussy drunk from you. he tried to keep his hands where they were, but he couldn’t help himself, he loved your body. he worships your body. the way your cunt clamps down on his cock, almost milking him, he was obsessed with it. with you, and your beautiful body. you chuckled, brushing the stray hairs from his face as you guided his hands where they needed to be.

“you want to fuck mommy? aww, you’re so cute. come on, baby, show me how you make mommy cum.” you cooed, teasing him slightly. his excitement through the roof, he gripped your hips and fucked into you, bringing his knees up to support you. his hips thrusting into yours at an impossible pace, he threw his head back with a whine.

profanities spill from your lips as you kiss him, breaking the kiss occasionally to let out more. his own cries following. his cock hitting the spongy spot inside you, making your stomach burn. your sink yourself onto him at a faster pace, your moans and his filling the room. he looks up at you on top of him, tits bouncing, mouth open, he watched as your hips worked its magic on his cock.

eddie had full blown tears trailing down his cute pink cheeks, letting out sobs as his hips met yours. with his mouth agape, you stuck two fingers inside, which was met with his lips wrapped around your pretty digits. he sucked on them as you pushed them in further, pushing in and out. “i wish i could fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, eds. your lips wrap around my fingers so nicely. i bet a strap would fit so much better. what do you think, baby?” you whispered, sending him into orbit.

he came immediately from your words, hips stuttering as he filled your cunt. his orgasm led to your own, milking his cock as you rode out your high. eddie shook underneath you, holding onto your hips for dear life, surely bruises would appear in the next couple days. you slowed down your bouncing, settling on his cock as you both came down from your orgasms.

you leaned down and kissed his cheek, making your way down to his neck. “i never said you could cum, baby.”

eddie’s eyes shot open, realizing he came without permission. his lips start to tremble as he looks up at you, your goddess like figure still sunk down on his cock. he never came without your permission. he knew he always needed permission to cum. but he couldn’t help it!

“i’m sorry mommy! i’m so sorry! please forgive me!” he begged, eyes glazing over with tears. you caressed his cheek, calming his cries. you pressed a light kiss on his forehead, “it’s okay baby, but that’s not what good boys do. good boys ask to cum. i think this calls for a punishment.”

his eyes were filled with list and fear, preparing himself for the punishment about to come.

——

a lil teaser to a probable part 2 !!

this is a lil different than what i usually write ,, so lmk if u liked this !!

i’m trying to work on more shit, maybe some other not dano related content because i’m a whore

as always, requests are always open! likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated !! tysm for reading 🖤🍄🧚🏻

[notiddygothgf]

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader

content warning: smut, prn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, waka is a FREAK, MDNI

word count: 4.5k

authors note: shit is about to get real hehehe... comment suggestions on what yall wanna see in the next chapter (iykyk ;)) thank u all for the support!

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

YOU HAD BEEN AVOIDING HIS TEXTS for a week or so now. Actually, that was a lie. There was no “so”; you knew exactly how long you had been ignoring his texts. It had been a week and two days.

Waka

|  i hope u got home safe doll

|  gn

Delivered 1w ago 

Waka

|  hey u ok?

Delivered 1w ago 

Waka

|  call me when u get the chance

|  i wanna talk to u

Delivered 2h ago 

You stared blankly at the phone screen. 

Takeomi strolled into the room. Setting his phone on the dresser next to a glass of whiskey left unfinished from last night along with a pack of cigarettes, he shrugged his coat onto the floor. You watched his chest heave as he sighed with relief. He slicked his hands back over his hair, laying down a few strays.

“You okay?” You asked. Normally you wouldn’t – you didn’t want to be the one that anger was directed towards, and Takeomi was like a ticking timebomb – but today was one of his good days. “You seem tense.”

You felt your own shoulders tense as his weary eyes met yours, cold and unreadable. To your surprise however, he answered. 

“Shit day at work,” he sighed again. He approached the edge of the bed, and then took a seat. His hands began working at the first few buttons of his shirt. He glanced back at you. “You want to help me get my mind off of it?” he asked, clearly hinting at something more.

You didn’t want to. Not really. But, shit, the guilt from last week was eating you up inside. You figured it was the least you could do. 

You clicked your phone off, ignoring the way the screen lit up for a brief moment as you went to flip it over. With a slight tilt of your head, you offered, “Come over here then.”

Takeomi grinned.

You felt your whole body jolt upward as he pressed into you. The weight of a fully grown man against your chest – squishing your sore breasts into your ribs in a way that was nothing short of agonizing – wasn’t one of your favorite feelings, to say the least. No, you weren’t a fan of that.

Nor were you a fan of the harsh and brutal pace he had set. His hips slapped your ass with a bruising fervor. He had your arms pinned around the pillow. 

Sex with Takeomi wasn’t the same as it used to be. What used to be night after night of passion-filled movement, words of unadulterated praise soon became hard, bland sex, devoid of love or affection.

Takeomi’s hands gripped your hips with such force that you knew it would leave scars. He growled, “You like that, you whore?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. You didn’t, really, but you didn’t want him to know that. Instead, you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling. Anything to avoid eye contact. You feared the worst, although you weren’t sure what that entailed. Perhaps he could read your mind, peer into your soul from your eyes like tiny windows and see you in the backseat of a benz getting your guts rearranged by his least favorite cohort. 

As his thrusts became more erratic, more harsh, you knew he was close. You weren’t.

His hands found your chin, forming a light grasp on your neck and then bringing your attention to him. Your vision was blurred a little as you fought back memories. Memories of a certain blond tearing you up from the inside, memories of lilac eyes peering deep into yours, pulling at the string of your resolve as he took you further and further away from your morals. 

And when you glanced up, you swore you could see him for a moment. You swore that for a moment it was him hovering over you, sweat rolling down his tatted chest and arms while he drove into you. 

That it was his strong arms braced on either side of you. Perhaps he would reach over to hold your hand. 

“Such a good slut,” Your boyfriend purred – though it was sort of odd. It sounded like him, but when you glanced up at him once more you knew it wasn’t. His pretty face was dusted with a gentle, rosey hue – and, God, he smelled amazing. Wakasa licked his lips, glancing down at your exposed chest before staring at you with an almost feline hunger. He sighed, “You feel so good.”

You felt yourself begin to smile. It felt nice, actually. You fought the urge to say his name.

Quickly shaking your head, you tried to ground yourself. Focus, you said.

Takeomi groped your breast. “Shit, baby,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

You finally pulled together the strength to look at him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you braced yourself for impact.

Bzzzzzt- 

Takeomi looked towards the nightstand. His phone was buzzing. Though the screen was flipped over, the faint blueish light reflected off its surface. 

With an agitated sigh, he paused his movements, reaching over your naked body for the device. He lifted it up, checking the screen to see who had decided to call him at that particular moment in time.

Incoming Call: Wakasa Imaushi

You felt your heart sink.

Takeomi groaned, pulling out of you with enough sudden force to tear a gasp from your lungs. He sat up, raised the phone up to his ear, and then said – with all the kindness of a man who had just been interrupted mid-sex, “What do you want?”

You tried your best to hear his response, thought it sounded muffled. You could hardly hear him over the incessant beating of your nervous heart. 

With a slight raise of his brow, your boyfriend shifted away from you. “Yeah, why?”

He spared you a sideways glance. 

Shit, you thought. He knows. He knows. 

“Yeah, I’ll be right over, give me like…” Here he trailed off. You tried to ignore the way his eyes befell your bare body. “Ten minutes.”

He hung up, and then he sighed. There was a brief silence – during which Takeomi slipped out of bed. He began reassembling his outfit. “I gotta go, toots,” he said.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up. You tried to seem like you were concerned about him. In reality, you just wanted to make sure Wakasa hadn’t told him about the… business meeting the two of you had had.

Takeomi slid his jacket on over his wrinkled shirt, and for the hundredth time, he told you, “Work shit.”

You pursed your lips. You hated it when he said that shit.

Before you could pry more details out of him, he was on his way out. The door shut behind him with a loud thump.

You sighed. For the hundredth time, it seemed, but there was nothing else you could do. The cold air on your bare skin was a harsh reminder of your stance in your boyfriend’s life. He didn’t even care enough to stay behind and cover you up.

So you pulled his sheets over your own cold body, nestling into the pillows and relishing in the silence that followed the departure of your boyfriend. Extending a hand out towards the nightstand, you felt around blindly for the pack of cigarettes he had left behind. You reached for the lighter you knew he always kept in his bedside drawer with the other.

You considered, although very briefly, the possibility of running after your boyfriend. There was a slim chance that Wakasa was telling him all about your endeavor with him, of course. You figured that at this point, there was nothing more you could do to change the situation, so why bother?

Flipping open the red pack, you produced a slim cancer stick, rolling onto your back and then holding it with your teeth. 

After the week you’d had, you could use a smoke.

The lighter clicked a few times before you were able to actually light up. The end of the cigarette sizzled as you pulled from it. The warmth blossomed across your cheeks and down your throat. You blew it out with a relieved sigh.

Before you could relish in the feeling for too long, you felt your phone going off beneath your head. You clamped your teeth down on the cig, digging around beneath the pillow until you produced the device. 

The brightness was turned all the way up. You winced slightly before your eyes actually adjusted to the screen.

Incoming Call: Waka

And there it was again – that shitty, sinking feeling in your gut. 

All of a sudden, you understood why your boyfriend had answered the phone so angrily. The appearance of his name on your screen had you shifting uncomfortably. 

Should I? 

No. Let’s not open that can of worms. 

But no one’s around… 

You glanced at the screen, biting your lower lip between your teeth. 

Fuck it. You picked up on the last ring.

“Hey,” you said. God fucking dammit, why did that sound so casual? 

You heard him rustling around on the other end of the call. 

“Hey.” 

You took another hit. Then you exhaled. “What just happened?”

He laughed. That devilish little laugh of his. “You’re inside, right?”  

“Inside where?” You asked. In retrospect, you should have known better.

“ Take’s place,” he deadpanned, like that much should have been obvious.

You let the silence build up before you answered. “I… Yeah, uh… yeah, I’m inside.”

“Come outside,” he said. “I’m waiting for you.” 

Then, rather stupidly, you felt yourself answer, “Okay.”

The silence was thick, palpable, and extremely uncomfortable. You sat in the passenger seat with your hands folded neatly in your lap. Right now, you were counting the stitches on some of the accents on the leather dashboard. You were at 23 so far, but realistically it could have been any number. You were just trying to keep your eyes down and away from the devil in the seat next to you.

You felt his gaze burning a hole into the back of your head before you heard him. 

“We gonna talk about why you’ve been ignoring my calls?” He asked earnestly, but the domineering undertone had you squeezing your thighs together. 

Stop that. 

The faint aroma of his cologne was dizzying, notes of amber, fruit, and spice whipped together in one delightful elixir that had your head spinning a mile a minute. He smelled of nicotine. The way you had been thinking about him, he could have been made of it.

“Sorry,” was all you could muster up. 

Wakasa stared out past the windshield, onto the street below, the same place he had picked you up the first time the two of you had hooked up. It looked different now in the middle of the day–

The first time?  

You scolded yourself for thinking that way. First? There wouldn’t be a second.

“You had me worried, you know,” He sighed. His voice sounded different today. Maybe it’s because this was the first time you’d been this close to him while sober. 

Close. You were suddenly hyper aware of that fact. The fact that his arm was braced on the same armrest that was pressing against yours. Face flushed, you averted your eyes.

A hand on your arm roused you from your reverie. Your eyes traced it back to Wakasa.

His eyes were soft and, under the afternoon lighting, seemed prettier than usual. Like windows peering into a field of lavender flowers. He’d opted to leave his hair in a ponytail today. The pretty locks hung over the back of his neck and cascaded down over the top of his broad shoulders. 

He looked…

No.

You found your way back to the image of his hand on your arm again. “Did you tell him?”

You saw him shift out of the corner of your eye. “No,” he said. 

You felt some of the weight be lifted from your shoulders. Not much, but some. 

More silence.

“Look…” you trailed off. Your mouth felt remarkably dry all of a sudden. “This can’t happen again, okay? I’m not a cheater.”

The man next to you huffed out a little humorless laugh. “Yeah?” He asked, though there wasn’t a drop of sympathy in his voice. “Takes two to tango, doll.”

“It was a mistake,” You snapped back, perhaps a little louder than you’d originally anticipated.

Wakasa poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Okay,” he said. “Well… can’t just pretend it never happened.”

“We can, actually,” came your quick retort. “And, ideally, we will.”

He sighed. You watched his grip tighten on the steering wheel ever-so-slightly.

Keeping your gaze trained out the window, you spoke again. “I’m telling you we can’t see each other again. Okay?”

For a moment, Wakasa looked like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to make you stay. Worst of all, you kind of wanted him to.

No. 

Eventually, he answered. “You can pretend it never happened, but I’ll know,” he muttered. “You’ll know.”

“That’s for me to deal with,” You replied. There was another long, horribly awkward silence that spanned for a minute or two. You looked outside, at the evening sky, and then back at your lap. “Can you take me home now?”

He looked at you. With a quiet scoff, he said. “You sure, princess? Don’t have nothing else to say to me?”

You did.

You had so much to say to him. You wanted to reach out to him and tell him to leave you alone. You wanted him to beg you to stay. You wanted to part ways with him and never have to see his stupid, pretty face ever again.

You had all of these conflicting feelings all at once that had just been building up over the last week and a half, so many that your head felt full even thinking about them.

But then the reality of the situation hit you. Your feelings probably didn’t matter to him. You were a cheater, probably one of many easy hookups on his roster. This – all of this – was probably just him getting his sloppy seconds in.

You didn’t matter.

So, yes, you had a hundred thousand feelings you wanted to pour out to him in that moment, but none of them came out. 

It was just a hookup, you reminded yourself. Who gives a fuck? 

“No,” you affirmed. “I have nothing more to say to you.”

For a moment, it almost looked like he had an objection to make. He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Alright,” he sighed, pressing the ignition button to start the car up again. “Then let’s get you home, doll.”

You didn’t want to go home. You wanted to stay right here with him and at least bask in the last few moments you had with him before your inevitable return to a dreary relationship with a dreary person. Call it stupidity, you didn’t care.

You felt different around him. Who knows? Maybe it was just an illusion.

But one more look back at your dealer – his shoulders tense, his eyes avoiding contact with yours as he shifted the car into drive – had you reconsidering. 

It couldn’t have been your imagination.

. . .

You hated formal outings. Your boyfriend being part of a criminal organization was something you tried hard not to think about when it wasn’t necessary. You hated how Takeomi brought you around like some sort of trophy wife to show you off to all of his friends. He would make you take off of work, and then he would make you put on your nicest dress and spend 3 hours on your makeup to look “presentable”. It was all so incredibly fake. It made you crazy.

Tonight was one of those nights. 

You twisted the golden bottom of your Revlon stick, pushing the tip of the lipstick up and revealing a deep, rich shade of red. Pressing the flat end of the tip to your bottom lip, you carefully lined your lips with the pretty hue. You pressed your lips together and spread it around. 

Praying the limousine didn’t hit a speed bump, you touched up the area just above your lips.

Another week had passed since your confrontation with Wakasa. Under any other circumstance, you would have been worried about bumping into him, But if there was one thing you knew about Wakasa, it was that he hated attending formal events. 

If Waka was in fact the notorious Wakasa of Takeomi’s drunken tales – the same Wakasa who you hadn’t met before in the entire six years you’d been with Takeomi for this reason – then hell itself would freeze over before he showed his face at a formal event.

Your boyfriend’s freshly shaven face revealed itself as you tilted the little compact mirror in your hand towards him. He looked as if he was about to say something, then he paused. He looked at your lips, and then up at your eyes. “Red?”

You nodded. After applying a second coat of the color and pressing your lips together once more, you asked, “You don’t like it?”

“No, I don’t,” he hummed. He looked handsome tonight, hair slicked back and a fresh-ironed dress left unbuttoned at the top. You didn’t bother voicing these thoughts, though, because you knew they wouldn’t be reciprocated. “Red is a whore’s color.”

Recapping the little tube of lipstick, you set it down on your dresser. If only he knew. 

You gazed into your reflection in the mirror in your palm. Sitting in front you was a girl you hardly recognized. Her face was done up like a porcelain doll. A long black dress cupped her breasts and her waist, cascading down over her daintily crossed legs. Her hair was done up, slick, not a stray hair in sight.

She looked perfect.

The mirror reflected the image of your boyfriend bracing a hand on your shoulder. He leaned down to press his nose against your ear and then, like a strong reminder of your place in his world, he whispered, “Don’t let me catch you so much as looking twice at another man while we’re there.”

You were Takeomi’s girl. That’s all you would ever be. 

“Okay,” You swallowed. Though his words were only cautionary, you understood the deeper implication.

The limousine rolled to a stop. 

“We’re here,” Takeomi said. He shifted towards the door of the limousine, popping it open and then offering his hand to you. “Be on your best behavior.”

Reminding yourself that you would be okay, you allowed him to help you out of the limousine. The skirt of your evening gown fell over your clean shaven legs, just in time to protect you against the gust of cold wind that blew past. 

Pulling a strand of hair away from your lips, you allowed Takeomi to hook his arm beneath yours. The two of you began crossing the street.

You knew what being on your best behavior entailed for Takeomi. It meant that you would be pretty, poised and quiet, not to speak unless spoken to. You would stay away from the men when he was not present and stick with the women. 

That was your place in this world.

Wakasa wouldn’t be there tonight. There wasn’t a lick of doubt in your mind. But still, a little part of you hoped he would show. That he would come and sweep you off your feet again and give you another whirlwind night to remember.

Your heart belonged to Takeomi. That’s how it had to be. Yet it seemed these days it wasn’t his name that was being sung deep within it. It wasn’t the image of his jet-black hair or his deep eyes that peered into yours in your dreams; it was someone else’s.

And silently you cursed yourself for letting yourself get so hung up over a man who you had only seen a handful of times, even if that man had shown you more passion in one night than Takeomi had in the last two years of your relationship with him.

Takeomi stopped in front of a security guard. The man looked him up and down before bowing slightly and stepping to the side.

Takeomi pulled the door open for you, letting you step around him to get in first. 

You silently nodded your thanks.

The building looked much bigger on the inside.

The clouded scent of perfume and liquor that hit your nose the moment you entered was damn near enough to knock you off of your feet. The door opened immediately to a large room – shrouded almost completely by darkness, save for the purple and pink neon lights which flickered and flashed to the beat of the music. The bass was loud enough to rattle your ribs. 

Directly in front of you on an open dancefloor was a sea of drunken, grinding bodies. Bars and tables framed the open floor. There was a stage on the furthest wall from the door, directly across from where you were standing, where half-naked women slithered around metal poles. There was a door hidden inconspicuously in the wall next to it. In all honesty, the only reason you had even been able to tell it was there in the first place was because you saw a few dancers passing through. 

You slid your fur coat off your shoulders, hanging it on the coat rack next to you. The dance orgy a few yards away from you may have generated enough heat to warm the entire room, but the gust of wind that blew in from behind against the bare skin revealed by your open-back dress sent shivers rising up and down your back anyway.

Takeomi slipped dutifully through the crowd, heading towards the nearest bar. You followed close behind. He stopped in front of a staircase off to the side of the place, someplace secluded and marked off with a sign that read “VIP ONLY”.

The two of you began your gradual ascent. You struggled to keep up with Takeomi, heels threatening to catch in the steps.

You followed Takeomi to a door. He brushed past it, letting it fall back against your shoulder. 

Asshole, you thought. It would have been nice if he could have pretended to care.

This room was different. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The small stage you were on danced with colors from the lights below. Your heart began to race. You always got nervous in big social settings like this, even if you had done it too many times to count before.

You were anxious.

It was a stupid sentiment, but as the adrenaline began to wear off, you finally processed what was about to happen. The VIP lounge spanned lengthwise in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing a stage, where a group of five or six men sat. They were being flocked by female waitresses, and the ones who weren’t serving them drinks were entertaining them in conversation.

Takeomi approached the men with his back turned to you, greeting them with a grand smile.

You eyed up the couch. Swallowing thickly, you reminded yourself of what had been eating you away this whole time. He’s not here. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, you followed after your boyfriend. You could do this. It was only for a few hours.

He’s not here you reminded yourself again as their faces came into sight.

But, still – almost as if you wanted to be wrong – your eyes scanned the men on the couch.

Thank god you did.

You glanced nervously between two more men, and landed on a familiar face you really were not expecting to see tonight.

His legs were spread open so casually, as if he had made himself quite comfortable on the couch. As if he knew you weren’t expecting to see him here. His sharp lilac eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. 

Feeling the rhythm of the music thrumming in your veins, rattling your heart against your ribcage – or perhaps it was the sight of him that did that to you – you licked your lips.

The first one to greet you was Sano Shinichiro. You knew him well. He was the leader of this successful group, the one with the little brother in a wheelchair. He stood up and offered his hand to you. “Nice to see you again. You look lovely.”

Feeling yourself soften a bit at the compliment, you let him kiss your hand. His lips pecked the spot just short of your wrists – a respectful distance. “Hi, Shin.”

“Waka, you’ve met my girl, right?” The sound of your boyfriend’s tensed voice brought you back to his side. He smiled at Wakasa, hell, he even sounded friendly. But his energy was everything but.

Blonde-purple hair tied into a bun this time – half up and half down – he was a sight to behold. He donned a form-fitting white dress shirt, though the first few buttons were undone. It seemed to be intentional. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing sleeves of those intricate tattoos of his that spanned the length of both of his arms. He had a black suit jacket draped over his shoulders, and the slacks he had on fit him in all of the right places, just tight enough to illuminate his thighs and waist but still managing to fit loose enough over his frame for it to look casual. It was an effort for you to tear your eyes away from his pants. 

Wakasa’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something you had actively been trying to suppress for the last week. He looked so pretty today, though that seemed to be the case every time you saw him. Statuesque features were illuminated by the light above you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When his eyes settled on your made-up face, a devious smile graced his lips.

“We’ve met,” He had deadpanned, though his eyes were a dead giveaway. They seemed to drink you up with a hunger that bordered on animalistic. 

“Pleasure to meet you again,” You feigned a smile, offering him your hand. It was for the sake of public appearance, of course, but you couldn’t deny the way you trembled as you reached for him.

He followed your movements, staying perfectly still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

He was here. Against all odds, with all of your luck, he was here.

He leaned closer towards you, gently taking your hand into his warm grasp – sending sparks flying up and down your body as he did so. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed a gentle kiss just above your knuckles. Even after the warmth of his lips left your skin his touch lingered over your fingers. “The pleasure is mine.”

Gracefully plopping down onto one portion of the cushioned couch, Takeomi gestured for you to take a seat next to him. Keeping your head down, you followed.

Behave, you reminded yourself.

[lovecoree]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝐁𝐓𝐒

pair: bts x short blackfem!reader

synopsis: head canons of being with BTS members.

warning: reader is black coded, reader uses she/her prns, reader have Trinidad and tabago Caribbean roots, let me know if I miss anything!

a/n: requested by @lelewright1234

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

obsessed with your cooking. I’m talking about the best food he ever had in his life. Jin loves trying different foods. When it come to you cooking for him he’s always thankful and loves the food. “I can’t wait to eat your delicious food babe!”

You and seokjin have been dating for 6 months and he’s already thinking about popping the question.

The location is beautiful. Nice sunset view, the bright beautiful ocean, the sand that feels nice on your toes as he gets down on one knee, opening up the black velvet box revealing the big diamond rock.

It was beautiful and perfect.

Of course you said yes. Being with him was amazing and he could say the same.

Enjoying being newlyweds as y’all both explore each other’s culture is beautiful and fun and would bring so much happy memories.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

Married for three years and have one daughter.

Namjoon taking pictures and videos of you and your four year old daughter dancing to machel Montano songs. Smiling as you and your daughter laugh together.

Namjoon trying to figure out how to fix y’all daughters hair for school.

“Princess you have beautiful hair.”

You watched as Namjoon put y’all daughters hair into two big bush pigtails perfectly.

“Not bad.” You smiled. “Learned from the best.” He smiled kissing you on the lips.

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

Helps you out around the house making sure to tease you as you waddle your way into the kitchen.

You’re five months pregnant and you’re expecting a baby boy!

You pout as you try your best to grab a cup from the cabinet, Yoongi comes up behind you grabbing your favorite cup and sitting it on the counter, kissing your cheek he smiled while rubbing your baby bump.

“My short baby.” Your pout only made him tease you more.

“Ok, make your own food tonight.” Your thick accent coming out whenever your mood swings kick in.

Yoongi immediately stops laughing and try his best to convince you to let him eat your amazing food.

“Ok baby I’m sorry.”

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

loves..I mean LOVES the carnivals.

He’s so mesmerized by the way you dance, smiling as you dance to the beat. Your red costume complimenting your skin great, your hair nicely done. You are beautiful!

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you the whole night.

You send him a sly wink when you got closer, moving your hips as he tries to catch his breath.

You are even more happy to teach him how to dance to your music when he ask you once y’all both got home.

Him giving you a nice massage after you change out of your costume and wrapped up your hair.

“You were amazing baby, I can’t wait to see you perform again.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

Been married for two years and still gets shy seeing you in your costumes for the festivals you attend.

You find it cute as he tries his best to look at your eyes the whole time.

Once alone he’s not afraid to roam his hands on your body.

“You look beautiful jagiya.”

Talks about having kids together.

One girl and one boy.

“Imagine walking around pregnant, you’ll look stunning.”

“You’ll make a wonderful mother.”

“Are kids might be short since we both lack height.”

“HEY!”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

Brags about your cooking to his group.

“Yup my beautiful girlfriend made me a delicious meal.”

“She makes the best food ever.”

His parents making you lunch for you when you go to work.

Your boyfriend leaving cute notes in the lunchbox for you.

“Have a lovely day babe.”

“Don’t over work yourself <3”

“I miss you already.”

Being a nurse comes in handy, but sometimes Taehyung use it for any excuse as possible.”

“Look baby, I’m bleeding badly.”

“Tae.. it’s just a paper cut.”

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

Teases you..I mean full on teases you as a hobby.

“You need help reaching that.”

“My short girlfriend needs help, hmm?”

“Aww are you mad at me? I’m sorry babe.” No matter how much he apologizes he gots a playful grin plastered on his face.

Takes care off you

Loves watching you get ready for work

Friday nights y’all both watch a movie together and enjoy the food you prepare.

Carries you to bed when you fall asleep through half of the movie.

“Good night beautiful.”

[crownedtargaryen]

cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): this chapter deals with small acts of trauma response! so sorry it’s so short :’) rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter doesn’t have anything NSFW though. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @fairysluna @daenerysapologist

My memories were scattered from the previous night, and I only vaguely recall the care my new friend provided for my sick and drunken state. Though, the trauma I had faced was clear, a feeling of disgust plagued my senses. I allowed Aegon to see me in a vulnerable state when I knew I should've walked away.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone's vibrations, one notification after another. I open my eyes slowly, groggily reaching over to grasp my device. The noise intensifies as my eyes widen at the abundance of messages and notifications on my screen. I skim over the words and see a video of Jace and Aemond throwing punches. I watch his face bloody as his expression grows dazed. Eventually, Aemond falls and Jace rushes me out without regard for his damage. My heart grows conflicted, unsure whether I should find his defensiveness attractive in such a serious condition. I shake my head, opening my messages and spotting missed messages from Jacaerys. Countless apologies and loose comments, trying to explain and justify why he hurt his blood in such a way. He also assured me he didn't take advantage of me, a sigh escaping me.

I started writing my response, but I heard idle chitchat downstairs. Familiar voices flood my ears, but I lack the motivation to get out of bed. The hangover hits me like a truck. I sigh, sinking into my sheets as a soft knock comes on my door.

"Come in," I call with a strained voice, since these are the first words I've spoken today. I clear my throat, watching as the door opens. I expected Cregan or Robb, but when I lock eyes with Jace, I feel my heart dance. "Jace?! What- What're you doing here?"

The brunette seems shocked at my response for a brief moment, before softening and stopping in his tracks to refrain from making me uncomfortable. "I've come to check on you; and to, if it's alright with you, get my jersey back?" His words are gentle, a smile on his lips as he signals to my shirt. I look down, surprised to find myself wearing what he wants returned. "But, my biggest priority is your health. Are you okay? Last night was scary. I hope it didn't make you look at me differently." I notice his face is bruised and his knuckles have a bandage wrapped around them. I sit up, wincing at my headache, then wave him in. Jace enters the room hastily, closing the door behind himself and coming to my bedside, inspecting me carefully.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asks quickly, surprising me with his eagerness and care. I shake my head no, a soft hum escapes him. "I have a sore question if it's alright to ask." His voice is now hushed. I look at him and furrow my brows. "Go on," I urge. Jace inhales sharply, pursing his lips for a moment before asking his question.

"Did… Did Aegon manage to do anything? Before I got to you?" His voice shakes now, my gaze waning. Flashbacks to the event fill my head, and tears roll down my cheeks. I feel Jace staring at me, moving onto my bed to hold me, but stopping himself. "Can I touch you?" I nod, hiccuping and sobbing as he hugs me close and cradles me in his arms, softly shushing me and rubbing his hands down my back. I feel a kiss on my head as he strokes my hair, holding my head to his chest. I hear his heart racing, my own heart clenching at the raw emotion he's showing to balance mine.

"I'll fucking kill him," I hear him whisper under his breath. A sense of safety falls over me as I tuck my arms around his torso. I continue to sob, my tears staining his brown shirt. He doesn't react, just rubs my back lovingly. "You're safe, I promise. I won't let anyone touch you." His voice is soft in my ear, so sincere. I clench his shirt, looking up at him. Our eyes meet and I notice tears are dripping down his cheeks as well. I smile at him, noting he's trying to hide the worry he feels about me. I hiccup violently at first, but my sobbing slows and turns into gentle cries, then into mere hiccups. He places his forehead on mine, making me melt in comfort.

Then, I do something I hadn't expected of myself. I move in, clashing my lips with his. I feel hesitance from him, and he doesn't kiss back. He merely moves his head away and looks at me sadly. I feel confused by his response, but he cups my cheek and kisses my nose. "Not now, okay? When you're in a better place and can make better decisions, we can work something out. You're not in a proper state of mind." His voice is hushed and careful. I sense defensiveness coming over me as I resist him, humiliation washing over me.

"I'm sorry," I say softly, feeling him staring at me. "I think you should leave. I'll give the jersey back at school," I grip my arms, clawing at the skin to bite back the sobs.

"I didn't mean to offend-" he begins, but I cut him off. "No, no. Please. Just take a leave, Jace."

I hear his sigh as my bed surfaces to its normal height without his weight on it. Opening the door, he moves towards it. I hear him say one last thing before he departs.

"Take care (Y/N)."

And with that, he left me grieving. I sit in my bed, sobbing uncontrollably in response to his leaving, wailing in my bed out of desperation and anguish from the embarrassment and trauma I’d been faced with. I couldn’t keep myself together anymore, I was truly falling apart.

I rip off his jersey, throwing it across the room due to my raw emotions, screaming in frustration with myself for doing such a thing. I grab my pillow and squeeze it, tears streaming from my cheeks as I curl into a weak and helpless ball, overstimulated by the smallest things. I ruined it, I ruined it all. I couldn't breathe, my lungs feeling as if holes were poked into them.

Eventually, I cried myself to sleep. Blissful in my solemn slumber.

[mononoke--hime]

i just think women are very cool and i think they should make everything easier for women like shoutout for keeping it up, i don't think i could do it

happy international women's day to my favourite girlies in the world: mutuals

[iluvjakey]

HEADCANONS ABOUT SKZ DURING SEX

warnings: mention of daddy kink, bulge kink, sub and dom, oral sex (f and m receiving), dirty talk, cockwarming, praise kink, degradation kink, fingering (f receiving), somnophilia, underwear stealing, teasing, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), breeding kink, threesomes, bdsm, masturbation, mirror sex, public sex, intercrural, roleplay, prn twt link, reel link, yt link.

a/n: i had this draft for like months(?!!!) and i noticed it while i was cleaning my stuff lmaoo anyway,,, enjoy and ofc you can disagree or agree with me, it's ok<3

chan

- vocal, he really enjoys to let you know how amazing you're making him feel with his moans and soft grunts

- his moans are really good 😩😩😢

- likes to see your face while fucking you

- obviously his favorite positions are missionary or you sitting in his lap, whatever that can let him see your face is perfect

- has a slight daddy kink pretend to be shocked

- PRAISING KINK HELL YEAHH ‼️

- “you're doing so well, darling”, “look at you, you're taking me so good, baby”

- goes slow at first but when you tap his arm he can't stop railing you very deep

- likes oral sex, whoever is receiving it's ok for him 🙈

- into cockwarming, he actually likes to do it everywhere, specially in his studio or after going home at midnight

- loves breeding you (consensual ofc)

- he sends you videos of him jerking off if you're in the mood, which is often

- discovered he's into somnophilia after you left him notes giving him consent to fuck you in your sleep when he comes home very late. the idea scared him at first but you guys talked about it so he tried it a couple times and now it's a thing of you two

minho

- this man's second name is TEASING ‼️

- he won't put his cock in until you beg for him to do it

- his tip is rubbing your clit and lips, looking at your dripping cunt

- loves watching you squirm beneath him

- “you really like this fat cock, isn't it?”, “you're so fucking pathetic, whining to get fucked like the slut you are"

- most of the time he's like this but before anything he asks if you're in the mood

- you guys get each other very well that he felt like you were made for him and him for you

- his top positions are doggy style, missionary but your legs on his shoulders or you against the wall with your legs wrapping him

- kinda likes to see you touch yourself

- he suggested you to do a threesome with one of his best friends

- prefers to receive oral sex than doing it

- he doesn't really moan but his groans and heavily breaths drive you crazy

- has a thing for slapping your face with his cock 😩‼️

- he actually likes the aftercare because he takes you to the bath to scrub your body and hug you from the back asking how you feel drawing patterns on your bare skin

changbin

- loves your whole body and he says that repeatedly, even the things you're embarrassed to show him

- he often starts rubbing your legs over his thighs and kissing you softly, laying you beneath him while he's marking your neck

- his favorite positions are missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl or whatever that he can spank your ass

- strips for you because he knows you like it very much and actually feels confident with his body

- he's vocal and moaning, his gasp gets heavier when he is about to cum

- going back to another point, he really likes your ass. grab it, mark it and slap it hard. he's a sucker for leaving your ass marked with his hands. this reel makes me go insane very badly everytime i watch it

- also he loves to choke you, especially with his toned arms like this

- he buys you new stuff every weekend, it could be a lace beautiful set or toys for you to use we'll know this man is rich af

- not very into quickies because he enjoys to appreciate your body and the whole experience

- slow and deep sex when he's tired after working on his studio 😩💘‼️

hyunjin

- he is the type of guy who doesn't have much experience but knows exactly what to do and what he likes

- “can i?” he says while playing with the ribbon of your shorts, you nod and he puts his hand under your panties rubbing above your clit. the sensation make you squirm and it just increases his ego

- he's very skilled with his fingers and so with his tongue. actually you prefer this than intercourse

- it took him some time to tell you about his kinks, these are a slight bdsm, choking and public sex

- “you're so beautiful, you drive me so crazy”

- he started to be into degradation kink because you really enjoyed being such a brat with him

- he can't keep his moans and grunts to himself when he's buried in your hole

- also he loves blowjobs, specially if you do it in the morning because he wakes up horny very often

- he's so in love with positions were he can make eye contact, such as missionary, cowgirl and specially this it's an image

- and he would be into mirror sex, it really turns him on. he can't control himself enough so he reaches his orgasm faster

- loves hickeys and biting, doesn't matter if the marked one is you or him

- would suggest you to undress for him because he wants to paint you naked but it'll end up with you two having sex covered in paint

jisung

- would be scared to hurt you so he's always asking if you like this, if you're comfortable or if you want to stop he's so caring

- after some weeks he became a cocky flirty bitch with you 👹

- he's SOOO into quickies everywhere, doesn't matter if it's in public or something but he'll be kinda worried to get caught

- his eyes sparkle every time you touch yourself when he's ramming you

- a big fan of your tits. if you let him he'll be sucking them and grabbing them casually in the day

- loves giving and receiving oral sex, he's a 50/50

- he created a special sex playlist for you so the members won't hear you while fucking but they actually recognize it when you two are locked in his room LMAOOO

- he goes insane if you ride him!!!!! he just wants to admire you and having your tits bouncing in front of him is a big yes

- a total switch, he can be a soft dom in a moment and a sub in another

- has a file with your nudes because he always finds a moment of his busy day to jerk off in his studio to release some stress

- “ah~ c'mon baby, c'mon”

- maybe he'd steal some of your underwear, like that pretty pink lace you love to wear. he does this to jerk off with them later...

felix

- wouldn't mind to try new things every day

- he's a sucker for ruin you when you're wearing skirts, he actually enjoy to lift the material and grab your ass when nobody is watching

- his favorite positions? lotus, 69 and missionary

- would like to finger you while spooning, moaning in your ear and telling you the filthy thoughts he has for you

- “fuck, you're so tight, uh?”

- this guy is a pussy eater and i know you agree with me

- he's in heaven when you're softly gripping his hair and saying his name repeatedly

- smack your ass when he's thrusting you = 🌎

- many times he has suggest you cockwarming until you agreed and he loves it but can't stay still longer so he just moves slightly and it ends fucking

- PET NAMES, PET NAMES, PET NAMES

- he often likes to call you while you both are masturbating. it doesn't matter if he's not away, he's just not tired of you

- he didn't know he had a bulge kink until he noticed that he was so deep in you that your body couldn't hide him enough

- likes to cum on your stomach or your mouth

seungmin

- i'm sure he gets horny pretty often but don't want to make you feel uncomfortable

- likes to be in total control everytime so he's the dom in the relationship

- although he's really good with you, so caring and gentle. you're very precious for him

- not very vocal and moaning but his groans are enough to let you know how amazing you're making him feel

- his favorite place to fuck you is his room or the couch, specially in quickies

- may be interested in role-playing

- this man loves railing you from the back; the weight of him over you gently and your chest facing the bed

- when you sit on his lap swirling your hips while he's on the edge of the bed = HEAVEN

- he's so used to hide when you two had sex in the other dorms that making you suck his fingers to shut you up is still a thing even if he has his own bedroom now. it just feels amazing ✋

- he really loves handjobs but not really into giving him head

- would like to try some degradation on you only if you're ok with it

- his favorite spot to cum on you is definitely your thighs

- everytime he's eating you out he would squeeze your thighs each side of his face because it really turn him on

jeongin

- always giggling and goofy the entire time, you really enjoy being with him

- he would be so into intercrural sex and frottage

- loves quickies!!!! he wants to do it almost everywhere only if he's sure you two won't get caught in public

- you two are like fucking bunnies, never get your hands off of each other

- at oral sex he's up to giving and receiving, he prefers casual blowjobs and suck your pussy when you're tired from work/school

- passional and very close sex is what defines him, he's really in love with you and every part of your body so he'll be praising you every minute

- ofc his favorite position is missionary or this one were you're laying with your legs spread and he grabs your lifted waist to ram into your hole. he just loves to see you all fucked for him

- tits >>>>>> ass

- he won't miss letting you know how you're making him feel, what he wants to do and asking if you're ok

- i'm sure he doesn't have a lot of experience but he will try his best with you learning how to please you well

- he likes to finger you while watching movies alone, and he's pretty good using them 🤞

- “this is so good, my love...”

[leviathanthesnake]

John Doe x Reader

General dating headcanons

No gender specified for reader

They/he prns for Doe; you/your for reader

I made this while listening to this playlist

Pre-dating headcanons

Along with the interactions shown in-game, Doe also 100% stalks you

He probably walks in the store and just watches you from the isles, not even caring if you can see them, then just walks out

Follows you home

Goes in your house when you’re not there

leaves you suprises

He forgets that this isn’t really normal, and doesn’t really care anyways.

I feel like they have a house or apartment and has a room full of pictures of you, along with things he might have taken

Sneaks into your house at night and sleeps with you. You wake up with him staring into your soul

Once they finally get you to like them..there’s no going back

Dating headcanons

Follows you EVERYWHERE

Like if you get out of bed to go to the bathroom

They’re right there with you, standing in the doorway

He tries to stop you from taking baths or showers

Once you explain to them that you have to do it for your well-being he’s much more understanding

Insists that you don’t buy scented soap though

They’re always latching onto you

If you’re cooking, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and squeeze you

Because he loves you, of course

Speaking of cooking, he can’t do it. At all

They tried once, and almost burnt the house down

You cook together now

I think that they love sweet things, so if you can bake he’s so happy (he loves what you make no matter what)

He’s really touchy, so if you’re not a fan of that you’ll kind of have to adapt or ask him to tone it down a little

Anytime you’re not occupied- and sometimes when you are- he’ll try to cuddle you

They like to spoon, and it doesn’t really matter which one they are (he wants to be the little spoon)

Sometimes he just flops down on you, not caring if you have things to do

I feel like he only has to sleep like once a week, but does it everyday anyways just cause they want to lay with you

PLEASE run your hands through his hair

It’s kind of alive; it’ll wrap around your hand as soon as you start touching it

He purrs. 100%

They still leave you suprises. If you don’t like the gore he stops giving you things like that

Probably gives you teeth or something

If you have things you like to collect, all he does is look for those while you’re gone

If you ever come back from work upset because of something someone did to you, he’s literally ready to kill

All in all, you’re happy together, and he loves you and is willing to do anything you ask

[elf-osamu]

Dazai, chuuya, kunkida x male reader going to movie theater ❤️❤️

a/n : i apologise for the wait, i wasn't really in the mood to write lately :")

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“MOVIE THEATER NIGHT”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated !! ]

fluff, can be interpreted both as romantic and platonic, osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, doppo kunikida (separately) x male!reader (no specific prns used)

warning(s) : slight food mention in kunikida's and osamu's one, slight cursing in chuuya's.

words count : 366 words

DOPPO KUNIKIDA :

[ ☆ ] he has calculated beforehand everything you two need to know: tickets and snacks' prices, how long it will take you to get to the movie room, where your seats are located, how long the film will last (advertising included) and what triggering topics are discussed in it.

[ ☆ ] with him, there's no need to worry about unexpected events.

[ ☆ ] he's the one who is silent most of the time, almost entirely focusing on the screen.

[ ☆ ] however, doppo is also quite aware of what is going on around him because of his job.

[ ☆ ] if you don't mind it, he'd gladly hold your hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.

OSAMU DAZAI :

[ ☆ ] he's the one who understands how the movie will develop after watching the first five minutes of it.

[ ☆ ] yeah, quite irritating/lh.

[ ☆ ] though it doesn't mean that osamu won't appreciate and enjoy it.

[ ☆ ] in fact, it's quite the opposite. if we're talking about a good film, of course.

[ ☆ ] if you don't mind spoilers, he'd whisper to you what will happen, going into detail. he's almost always correct.

[ ☆ ] not gonna lie, there's a high probability that his gaze isn't concentrated on the screen but on you, softly smiling at the sight of your interest in the movie.

[ ☆ ] he steals your snacks when you're not looking, you can't do anything to stop him. if you do the same to him, he won't complain.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA :

[ ☆ ] chuuya is a man who possesses extreme vitality: every feeling, whom he experiences, is rather strong.

[ ☆ ] so his reactions regarding the film are genuine, and he's often taken by surprise.

[ ☆ ] 100% the one who comments every single thing, trying to keep his tone low.

[ ☆ ] “wait. what the f*ck was that?”, “no f*cking way”, “why the hell are they... nevermind”, “if they were real, i'd have punched them already”.

[ ☆ ] if you both liked the movie, he'd take a few posters and maybe also plan to buy merch inspired by it. he is the way he is.

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[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[spadecentral]

💋 Kiss My Lips | Vil Schoenheit x Reader

>> requested: yes, by @cupids-chamber >> a/n: none

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!! >> summary: vil asks you to kiss him >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none(?)

You sat on Vil's bed and watched as he covered his pretty face with makeup.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?" you questioned him. "You look pretty without the makeup."

"Imperfections must always be covered up," Vil muttered. "Now shush, otherwise you'll mess up my eyeliner."

Sighing, you fell back on his bed. "I don't know why you spend so long on your appearance. You look absolutely stunning with or without it. And sometimes I think the makeup makes you look a little doll-like."

"What?!" Vil turned around in his seat and stared at you, an appalled look on his face.

"I'm just being honest, babe." you sat up, holding your arms up in defense. "I like your face without the makeup better, just sayin'."

Vil sighed as he turned back around, "It's 'saying', dear. Don't forget the g."

"Sorry, prince." you smiled at the little nickname you gave him.

"What did you say?" the blond turned back around to look at you, halfway done with applying his lipstick.

"...Sorry?" you questioned.

"No, no, after that."

"...Prince?"

"That," Vil's lips quirked up only the smallest bit. "Say it again."

"Of course, my prince." you smiled happily.

"Come here."

Nodding, you walked over to him. "Whatever could you need? A mirror? Perhaps a drink? Maybe a—"

"Shut up and kiss me already." Vil said quickly, stopping you in the middle of your sentence.

Stupefied, it took you a second to respond. You quickly shut your agape mouth before smirking. "Of course, my prince."

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[atlasscrumpit]

Could you do a bit on age regressing reader with the moon knight system? Not forced regression just like a reader who copes with overall stress and intrusive thoughts by regressing (any prns or titles)

Let go, angel

You woke up beside Steven, seeing he was still fast asleep.

You didn't have a great sleep, you'd dreamt about your father over and over again.

You knew today would be a rough day, but you hadn't ever regressed in front of the boys and you were afraid.

What if they thought it was weird?

But you couldn't control it.

"Steven?" You whispered as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"Love? Everything okay?" He whispered as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I had nightmares." You whispered as he looked at you sadly, he gently reached forward and brushed his hand over your cheek.

Steven didn't say anything, he just pulled you into him.

"When this happens...sometimes I can't help my mind regressing." You muttered as Steven ran his hand through your hair.

"You mean age regress?" He asked as you nodded a little.

"That's okay, baby. It's normal with trauma. Why haven't you ever regressed around us?" Steven asked as you closed your eyes.

"Whenever I felt it coming on I would try to force it to stop, I was embarrassed." You replied, feeling Steven nod.

"You never need to be afraid, my darling. You know I would never ever judge you. If you need to let go, let go, my sweet girl." Steven whispered as you nuzzled into him.

"I've got you, angel. I always have you. You're my good girl, we all love you so much." Steven whispered as he played with your hair.

"Do you want me to make you some pancakes, babygirl?" Steven asked as you peaked up at him.

"Is that a yes?" He said as you nodded a little, making him chuckle.

He got up before helping you stand up, you followed him to the kitchen and watched him get all the ingredients.

You sat at the table and waited for Steven to cook.

When he was done he brought a plate over with cream and syrup on top of pancakes making you smile.

"Thank you." You whispered as Steven sat beside you and kissed your forehead.

"That's okay, my sweet girl."