#this is why i work with pets. this is why i work AWAY from the island

[m1ngkis]

Tag w/ Mingi and San (18+)

A/N: Been sitting on this idea for almost two weeks. Enjoy! No Minor Zone

TW: Manager!reader, idol!Sangi, unprotected sex, 3some, oral (fem and male receiving), pet names (baby, pretty) , dry humping,

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The thought of Mingi and San taking turns snatching manager!reader’s soul together is doing something to me..

You’re blissfully unaware of why they need you in their hotel room so urgently. Claiming that they simply can’t fix whatever the problem is on their own.

Only to find that there is no problem and there is no emergency, they just can’t contain themselves anymore.

San swoops in first, sweet talking you and feeling his hands up your belly under your shirt. Mingi sitting on the edge of the bed, nursing a drink while you halfheartedly protest.

You know it’s unprofessional to be completely down with this but god, the little devil on your shoulder is screaming, “Do it for the plot!”

The words on your lips die as Mingi stands, taking his glass and holding it to your mouth.

“Open.” He whispers, holding your chin as he tilts the glass, burning liquid coating your throat. He hums as he watches you swallow it down, dragging his thumb across your lips to catch the remaining drops. “Good?”

“Yeah…” Your voice cracks in your whispering tone.

You try to focus over your overloaded senses. San’s cool hands groping your skin, his voice in your ear growling and deep. “Take this off.” He tells you but you can’t seem to move.

“Take it easy. She’s probably trying to make sense of all this.” Mingi scolds him, his own arms pulling you flush against his frame while he inspects your face.

“Fine, you go first then.” San yields with a smirk and you’re not sure what it means but you know you’re in for something.

Then without warning, Mingi lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist while his hands keep you up. You squeal, your arms going around his neck instinctively.

“Oh my god! What is up with you two!?”

“There she is!” San shouts as he fills another glass with liquor and chugs it back.

“Just put me down, Mingi!”

The man shrugs, all but tossing you on the bed and hovering over you, his body caging yours against the mattress. “You smell good.” He mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck.

“I-“ You try to make words but they are lost as he starts to press his hips against your core. His erection contained in his jeans but you can feel it just fine.

“Shhh. Let us take care of you. We know we’re a lot to handle so just let us return the favor.” Mingi rolls his hips just right and you can feel the warmth start to pool in your belly.

“O-okay. Fine. Just do that again.” You whine, locking your legs around his waist.

“What? This?” He repeats the motion until you are gripping him like a vice, your hands tugging at his hair as your moans fill his ears. “You’re gonna cum just like this aren’t you? Barely even done anything yet..”

Mingi sucks his teeth at you but he doesn’t stop grinding against you until you cum, your body shaking as you break out in a sweat.

“Damn that was hot.”

Your eyes widen as you remember San is in fact still in the room and he just watched you cum without so much as undressing.

You peek around Mingi’s frame to see San leaning up against the wall opposite the bed. He sees your eyes and waves as he starts to make his way over.

“Look at you…so beautiful. Isn’t she?” He smiles.

“Mhmm.” Mingi hums as he pulls away from you. You can’t help but whine and tighten your grip on his clothes as he leaves, letting San take over once again.

“I bet you taste so good..” San kisses your cheek, his hands going to unbutton your pants and tugging them down your thighs. “Gonna let me taste you?”

Your head is nodding as he slips your pants away, your shirt tossed on your own accord seconds after.

His lips trace down your body until they reach your slick cunt. San wastes no time diving in, his tongue putting in work to get you cumming again.

Your hands find his hair with a moan as you tug, your eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through your veins more intensely than before.

“Open your eyes.” You hear over the lewd sounds San is making.

You fight to open your eyes and are rewarded when they find Mingi posted up against the wall just as San was moments ago. His jeans unbuttoned and tugged down just enough to let his cock free as he strokes it slowly, up and down, keeping himself on edge as he watches you melt on San’s tongue.

He’s staring, his eyes not being able to decide which part of you to focus on but your eyes stay open, no matter how much you want to squeeze them shut as San sucks on your clit

“Ooohh god!” Your orgasm rams into you, frying every nerve in your body.

San locks his arms around your hips as you jerk up and inch away from him. He moans against you as he licks you up, every bit of your essence caught on his tongue.

“Just as good as I thought you’d be…” He murmurs and stands, making his way over to your flushed face.

The back of his hand brushes against your cheek, stroking the hot skin softly. “You ready?” He whispers.

“For what?”

He doesn’t answer, just smiles and kisses your lips.

You feel hands on your legs, lifting them up so Mingi can settle between them. The tip of his smacks your clit and San catches your moan on his lips.

Then you’re met with a burning stretch as Mingi attempts to push into you. You shout out, gripping San’s arms as your body tenses.

“Hey..hey, relax…it’s okay. You just gotta get used to him, baby.” San presses kisses to your cheeks as tears start to fall.

You shake your head at him, leaning up on your elbows to scold Mingi. “Fuck! It hurts!”

“I’m sorry, baby. I promise it won’t be too bad.” His thumb reaches down and rubs with clit, getting you to relax a bit around him.

“Maybe you just need a distraction, huh?”

You turn your head just in time to watch San pulls his shirt off, his pants and boxers following suit.

You feel the tension leave your bones and Mingi slips in easily, his hips flush against you.

“That’s my girl..” he whispers, leaning over to press a kiss to your chest as he starts to thrust.

You can’t help but lose your mind as his length hits just the right spot that makes you dizzy. Every drag of his cock against your walls is like a slice of heaven.

You close your eyes, your head in the clouds but San has other plans. “Come on, pretty. I’m not done with you yet.”

His hand is back on your cheek as his length bobs in front of your face.

You don’t hesitate, opening your mouth wide so he can have his way.

They feel like gods. Like they could have everything at the snap of their fingers. Ever since you were hired at the company the two have had their share of fights over you.

Only recently did they come together with this little plan of theirs.

“You feel amazing..” “Doing so good, baby.”

Your brain is so foggy, you can’t pin point who says what, they both have taken you over completely.

San cradles the back of your neck as he fucks your throat, his eyes squeezed shut as groans tumble from his lips. Mingi can’t tear his eyes away from your pussy, swallowing his length deliciously while he pistons into you.

“Ohh shit..shit. I’m gonna cum. You gonna let me fill you up, pretty?” Mingi’s hands are tight around your hips as his pace grows faster

You moan around San and feel him twitch in your mouth. “Ah- I think she said yes.” He laughs.

“Fuuuck yeah..” It doesn’t take long before he’s filling you up, every last drop being pumped deep inside you before he pulls out with a hiss.

“Move..move!” San slips out of your mouth and all but shoves Mingi away as he takes his spot. He wastes no time, pumping you full of his own cum with a strained groan.

The reality of what just happened doesn’t hit you until you are washed up and wearing Mingi’s sweatshirt while San heats something to eat.

Mingi chuckles as he watches the gears turn in your head. “Don’t worry, pretty. We’ll take care of you from now on.”

[crimsonmochi]

Prompt. Full-heartedly believe Choso is the goodest most pathetic boy for his partner ever. And not just when it comes to sex, just everything. He just loves you so much :( I can't prove it, but I can write about it. Smut included.

Choso, who just doesn't know what he would do if you weren't there. I mean, this boy gets lost so easily because of how much he wanders, he has to call you because he gets upset and has zero sense of direction.

"I don't know how to get home."

"Why did you leave?"

"I saw a kitty and I wanted to pet it."

Choso, who pouts, and he pouts a lot. He pouts when he doesn't understand something you're explaining, he pouts when he wants something, and he pouts when he doesn't get what he wants. Will act like you killed his whole family if you don't give him kisses right now.

Choso, who needs to be touching you at all times in some way, or he panics and thinks you don't love him anymore. The first time you gently push his hand away from your waist in public due to being overstimulated at the mall, he nearly has a breakdown going over every single thing he's said and done in the past week.

He told Yuji about it the next day, explaining that he will literally end his life if you leave him and telling him he had to help.

"Just make some sort of big gesture. You should be fine."

Choso decorated your bed with some flower petals the next day, found out he was allergic to pollen, and was sneezing throughout his apology. Apology you didn't know was for, but you forgave him regardless, nursing him back to health in your arms until he didn't have the sniffles from the pollen anymore.

Choso who was a virgin when you met him and remained one for a good part of your relationship, entirely confused when his dick would get hard when you held his hand? Love, why does it do that? It hurts. He couldn't look you in the eye for a bit after you had explained it, embarrassed and flustered.

Choso had to be shown everything bit by bit. He complained when you showed him porn because it's not you, so why would I watch it. Makes no sense.

Choso who, after that session, tried to masturbate, but it wasn't working. He was clumsy with his movements, too needy and eager, and didn't even know what he was supposed to be chasing. Until he thought about you smiling at a joke he made earlier, and before he knew it, he came all over your bedsheets.

Choso tried to hide what happened from you but couldn't lie when you asked why he was hauling your bedsheets into the washing machine on a weekday, meekly trying to put together the situation with words. After explaining, he asked if he needed to go see a doctor.

"That's normal, babe."

"Are you sure? Felt like I got possessed for a moment, maybe we have a ghost."

He couldn't understand why you laughed at that but was thankful for the reassurance that he wasn't dying.

Choso, who begged you to take his virginity a month later, whining about the wet dreams he had been having about you, confused about what it meant, but it had to mean something.

Choso spent an hour just feeling and looking at your body, unsure where to place his hands, where you liked being touched, where you didn't. He spent so much time asking questions, wanting to please and be good for you, that he only remembered how desperate he was when you finally took control, something blooming in his stomach as you gave him orders.

Choso, who discovered he cums fast and from almost nothing. He shuddered when you took his length in your hand, his back arching off the mattress as a soft whimper escaped his lips, shooting ropes of cum onto his stomach.

Choso, who discovered that going down on you was his favourite thing to do of all time. For a week straight, that's all he wanted to do; he wouldn't understand why you couldn't just stay under him all the time as he feasted. Has orgasms from it, too, completely untouched, just whining and moaning between your legs like a kicked puppy.

Choso, who pouts at you when you don't let him give you head.

Choso, who loves to be called a good boy, lives for it. In and out of the bedroom, it's like you saying "I love you" to him. Honestly has a bad day if you don't say it.

He is your good boy, and you will call him that.

Choso, who refuses to brat out because how can he be your good boy if he acts up. Days are filled with "yes ma'am," "no ma'am," and "right away." If anyone were to witness, they'd think you're running a tight ship military, but it's just your handsome man on his best behaviour as always.

Choso, who never argues. Not because of anything in particular; he's just not wired that way. He listens too well, is in tune with your emotions and his, and adapts fast. He just wants to make your life easier, and if you want the trash taken out at 8:31 instead of 8:30, then he'll be damned if he doesn't make that happen.

Choso, whose personal therapy is laying his head in your lap while you braid a strand or two. He loves the gentle tug on his scalp, loves your fingers in his hair, and loves to look up at you and see how focused you are.

Choso, who needs to feel helpful and wants you to depend on him the same way he depends on you, sometimes goes out of his way to make himself feel indispensable because he likes how it makes him feel. Once stole your schedule only to memorize it and recite it by heart when you mysteriously couldn't find it, the biggest smile on his face when you thanked him.

Choso, who could make out with you for hours on end just to feel your fingers playing with his baby hairs once. Nearly gets off on it.

Choso, who likes to shower with you only for the soap and shampoo part. He likes to be taken care of, your hands on his body as you lather him up properly, his eyes closed and his mind sleepy. Double points if you're taking a bath instead.

Choso, who lays in bed every night with you and tells you he loves you, why, for what traits, for what you give him and what you make of him.

Choso, who could write a whole essay about you, would never be done, could never run out of things to say.

Choso, who just loves you so much, needs you forever, no matter what.

[esotericbluntbaby]

bf! hamzah x reader headcannons (sfw!)

- i feel like his love language is acts of service. if you guys don't live together already, he definitely acts like you do. need to go run errands? he'll drive you. hungry? he'll cook you something. in fact, he has all the cabinets memorized so he really never has to ask you where anything is. he knows what you like and don't like, and obviously if you have any allergies, so everything he prepares is to your liking. stressed? he'll run you a hot bath, complete with candles and a laptop sitting on a table for you to watch movies. he would even sit down on the floor next to you to keep you company, just in case you wanted to talk. how sweet!

- though he's a busy man with his podcast and youtube channel, you rarely feel like you come second to his career the more the relationship progresses. although you probably reassure him that it's okay if he stays a little late to finish editing or filming, he makes it up to you by bringing you some food or flowers. he genuinely feels bad when he has to be kept away from his girlfriend, so he tries to make up for it afterwards by showing you that he thinks of you even when you're apart.

- he would definitely play games with you when he can. i feel like you'd get a random text from him while he's filming that says something along the lines of him playing a game with martin that he wants to play with you. if it's a horror game, he'd definitely have you sit on his lap. with each jumpscare, he holds you tighter as you both jump or possibly scream. you secretly know that it's just an excuse for him to hold you, but of course, you don't mind.

- whenever he watches you holding or petting red and blue, his heart melts a little. he enjoys when you take care of his cats since they're literally his children. there are times you'll sleep over and wake up to the sight of hamzah, red, and blue all cuddled up next to you.

- speaking of cuddle, hamzah seems like the type to have such a heavy grip on you when you're asleep together. i can imagine you trying to go to work or school and attempting to get up from out of bed but he simply doesn't let you. the grip he has on your waist is tight as SHIT like he's acting like he'd die if he let go. eventually you squeeze out of his arms and get ready, but he soon wakes up and asks you why you left him there.

- you are passenger princess. always. he HATES it when you drive because he doesn't see the point. he's always available to take you places and enjoys being your own personal chauffeur. he understands that you can do things on your own, but he wants you to understand that you don't have to since he's in your life.

- i feel like he's heavy on communication and comprehension. in the beginning of the relationship, he was probably scared to tell you when he got jealous or when you do something that bothers him, but over time he realized he has to talk or else nothing would change. if something's bothering him, he won't hesitate to talk to you about it in a respectful and meaningful way. he isn't accusatory, but talks to you with softness in his voice. you guys are a team. afterwards, he just basks in your existence and spends time with you to reassure you that you guys are alright.

- when you guys are out together, he acts like he hates when you baby him. he tries his best to seem as masculine and strong as possible when you two are in public. in private? the complete opposite. he prefers being little spoon and resting his head on your chest while you stroke his hair. he loves when you kiss him on the forehead and when you call him cute pet names. he looks at you with so much adoration when you treat him like he's your baby.

- when you're upset, he definitely tries to cheer you up by making you laugh. whether it's cracking joke after joke or pretending to fall or finding a funny game to play with you, he will not stop until he sees you smile. he hates seeing a frown on your face and will genuinely do anything to take any sort of discomfort or pain away from you.

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authors note

i decided to write at 1:24 on a school night because i NEEDED more hamzah fics. ts is kinda ass tho but we thug! take care of urselves lovelies mwah i will write more soon!

[viharbinger]

💍 Romance And Weddings (Fred Weasley x fem!reader)

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Wife!Reader (I'm fuckign tweaking)

Warnings: Fred not dead 🤫🥰, pregnancy, marriage, reader is female, usage of pet names (love and darling), this is set shortly after the second wizarding war

a/n: I have exams tomorrow and I'm writing Fred Weasley x wife reader fic??? I think I need the mental hospital

You and Fred started dating in your first year of Hogwarts. It was a small parchment of paper passed to you, asking, 'do you want to be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no' I mean you both were eleven, without a worry in the world and there wasn't any harm in dating. And when the school years went by, it seems like it wasn't just a silly childhood crush after all because you've both become accustomed to calling each other your boyfriend and girlfriend and hanging out together everywhere.

You've had your awkward first kiss, reluctant hand holding, and even broken up a couple of times during your time in Hogwarts. But what surprised you the most is why you said yes to his marriage proposal! I mean, it's common knowledge that most highschool relationships just don't work out. But now, you have officially been dating for a little over 6 or more years, if you don't count the times you've broken up over silly arguments— you've even moved in with him and George!

Even when you were dating, Fred would always teasingly flirt with you, it had you turning red all the time. And you'd also do it back at him, making him turn equally red. Soon enough, those awkward first kisses became natural and a daily occurrence for the both of you and you got more comfortable with each other.

So it was just a little after Fred and George had opened up their shop and the Wizarding community was starting to divide into two sides. Business was booming, Fred and George were making more than enough galleons to fit into their pockets and were looking to treat themselves.

They've bought themselves the dragon-skin suits, gifted their family presents and started living comfortably. But Fred had a thought. You've both dated basically throughout your most important years— and been with him the whole time! He wants to treat you to something but what he didn't think he would get was an engagement ring.

He just happened to come by a jewellery store when he saw it... A ring that would look so beautiful if it sat on your finger. He bought it without a second thought but decided not to propose just then, because you never know, right?

He kept the ring in his jacket pocket at all times, and even made sure you never washed the jacket yourself to prevent you from accidentally seeing it. He was gonna keep it for a momentous occasion, and... Maybe the momentous occasion was when you and Fred were in the middle of a fight against Death Eaters in Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do this earlier, love!" He shouts through all the noise happening in the school. "You're an idiot!" You snapped, hitting one final blow to a death eater, and then clutching Fred's arm to pull him away to safety, your finger glistening with the ring he just proposed.

"You couldn't have done this in a worser time?" You breathed, quickly blocking an attack at another Death Eater, and Fred fires at him. Teamwork makes the dreamwork. "Yeah, but you said yes, didn't you?" He laughs amidst the battle, now pulling you to where the rest of the survivors are also fighting.

When the fight was finally over, you were cuddled up against him with your head on his shoulder sitting on one of the dining chairs in the great hall. You finally had the time to admire the ring on your finger, and this action doesn't go unnoticed by Fred. "Once we're out of here, I promise I'll give you the best life possible. Anything for my darling wife." He cheekily grins, caressing the hand that you held up to look at.

"You're crazy, you know that?" You blush, hiding your face in his neck. And the news doesn't go unheard in less than a week. He's sent owls to his family, yours, friends and acquaintances all about your engagement and that a wedding date is to be announced.

"Fred, where are all these owls coming from?" The replies came around the same time, and he was just smiling cheekily. He pressed a long affectionate kiss to your temple as you opened the letters with furrowed eyebrows. "You told... Everyone? Already?!"

Every week without marrying you keeps Fred so antsy to marry you, it's adorable. Before he's even married you, he's already calling you 'Mrs. Weasley' or referred you as his wife in every conversation. When you're shopping with him too, he's insufferable. He's constantly making suggestions for the wedding, "I think this napkin would look nice on the guest tables, what's say you?" or "That dress would look lovely on you for the reception, love. Just suggesting."

And the first week back to the Burrow after your engagement was celebratory. Molly was ecstatic and welcomes you into her family warmly, not like you weren't ever part of it.

Finally came to the wedding, it would be big with a lot of friends and families. Being one of the Weasley twins, there would be fireworks setting off after your I do's and it would just be magical. Seeing you walk down the aisle for the first time, his eyes would burn trying to hold his tears. He thinks you're so beautiful, he couldn't help speaking it out loud, earning some laughter from the audience.

During the wedding reception, he couldn't help stare at you everytime, either. He also gets so drunk off of firewhiskey with his family, he starts calling for you if you leave him for longer than 3 minutes. He'd slur your name, and be so tired he would just lay his head on your shoulder for a short nap, ruining your perfect outfit with his drool.

And not even a few months had passed since your wedding when you find out you're pregnant with Fred's baby. Not surprising of course, being a wife of a Weasley basically meant you're gonna have a broody husband. You had no fear in telling him, because it was his idea after all. Well, he'd try to pretend it's your idea by planting it in your head.

He'd purposefully take care of Teddy Lupin to show how much of a good father he would be in front of you. Or he'd somehow shift the conversation to be about how he loves how cute babies are. "I know what you're playing at, Freddie." You jab a finger at his chest, and he catches it the second jab and presses a kiss to your hand. "Don't know what you're talking about, love."

When you finally agreed to the idea of getting pregnant, he literally wasted no time. He's already running his hands all over your body, kissing you breathlessly and pulling you to the bed... And the rest is history. But the first baby is just a start, he says. Like I said, he's broody and even jokes about wanting to have a 'full quidditch team' which you swat him for.

<3 pleaz reblog and like

[sxftmxlki]

Temporary Bliss; Albert Wesker

Pairing; S.T.A.R.S!Albert Wesker x GN!Reader

Genre; Smut

Word Count; 1.5k

Blurb; It's a slow day in the S.T.A.R.S. office and yet your captain is still overwhelmed with paperwork and like the diligent rookie you are, after catching him in the midst of his stress relief, who are you not to help him?

Warning(s); masturbation, voyeurism, blowjob, petnames ('sir', 'pet'), risk of being caught, office sex, Wesker being Wesker, possibly OOC, not proofread, porn w/ some plot.

AN; Probably the most self indulgent fic I have ever written, the Wesker brainworms are worming, lads. Also first ever actual fic on here and it's smut, because of course. F in chat for Chris.

Unfortunately for you and the rest of S.T.A.R.S, it had been a slow day in the RPD, nothing major happening besides a few phone calls and filing reports. The only other company your team gets is a spider scuttling across the floor. 

The unusual complete silence of Captain Wesker’s office soon catches attention, the captain usually at least being heard typing or muttering to himself but instead he was simply dead silent, like he wasn’t even there.

The team quickly began speculating what could cause the captain to be so silent, some suggested he was sleeping on the job, others guessing he was merely indulging in a hobby – like reading. 

But you, for some reason you couldn’t name, felt almost compelled to check Wesker’s office. You were a new recruit on the team, having joined barely two months ago, and in that time your captain never showed any tolerance towards you – always pushing you to do better or write more reports than the others. So, you couldn’t exactly decipher why you were now stood here during the late afternoon lunch break, planning to check on Wesker in his office. Perhaps you believed that if you showed some concern for his well-being, it’d earn you brownie points with him. 

As you stood there, debating whether or not to knock or simply leave, a faint sound caused you to pause. 

It was quiet, nearly imperceptible, you almost thought you had imagined it. But then you heard it again, louder this time. 

A thud, followed by a hissed curse.    You’re not sure what compelled you at that point but you suddenly found yourself pushing the captain’s door open to gaze into the office, and the sight that greeted you made you freeze. 

Wesker was leaning against the edge of his desk, the surface hidden under large piles of paperwork, his shirt and jacket laid haphazardly on the floor and his hand was slowly tracing up the expanse of his stomach towards his chest. 

You knew by that point, you should have just left, forgot you ever saw anything, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. 

And when you saw Wesker twist his nipple with a heavy breath, you couldn’t deny the hot flush of desire that pooled in your gut. 

Wesker’s hand continued its ministrations on his nipple, pulling and twisting the sensitive bud. He seemed entirely unaware of you watching him as his other hand slowly ran down his stomach, pausing at his belt buckle. 

With practised ease, Wesker undid his belt with a quick flick of his wrist. Making fast work of his pants buttons and pushing the fabric down his thighs, his cock springing free, the flared tip an angry shade of red and already leaking precum. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth as you watched Wesker wrap his hand around the base of his shaft, his head lolling back with a shuddering sigh at the contact. He stayed like that for a moment, simply relishing the feel of his hand wrapped around his thick girth before he slowly began to pump himself. 

Wesker’s breath turned heavier, tilting his head down to watch his hand work his shaft through half lidded eyes. His movements began to pick up, his hand now moving at a pace that made him have to stifle his gasps and moans. 

You hadn’t even noticed you’d been caught watching him until you pulled your gaze away from Wesker’s leaking cock to lock eyes with your captain, his normally icy blue eyes bore into yours with a dark hunger. 

Neither of you spoke for a long minute, Wesker’s hand still working himself as he just stared back at you, until... 

“Come here,” 

Wesker’s voice was low and gravelly, a stark contrast to the controlled, stoic demeanour he always protruded. 

Your legs moved before you could process it, walking into the captain's office, your mind a haze of your own arousal and anticipation. 

Wesker simply watched you for a moment, his face flushed as he fist-fucked himself in front of you. His lips were curled into a slight smirk, the captain not at all annoyed or angry by the revelation you were watching him. 

“I saw you watching,” he finally said, his voice a low growl. “You didn’t come in here just to stare, did you?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, and you were sure he’d gladly make a show of masturbating in front of you. 

“No, Sir.” The words left your mouth unbidden, fuelled by the arousal and desire building in your gut, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Wesker’s hand stroking his erection. 

Wesker’s fingers curled round your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He studied you a moment, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your gaze kept darting downward. “Then what else are you here to do?” 

“Whatever you want.” Again, the words left you before you could stop them, you were acutely aware that the two of you were still technically in a public office, that someone could walk in at any moment and catch you but the thought only turned you on more. 

Wesker hummed, drinking in your words. Something about them made the coiling feeling in his gut tighten, the thought of you doing whatever he wanted fuelling his arousal. “Whatever I want?” He echoed, chuckling as he leaned closer to you, his breath hot on your face. “Are you sure?” 

For some unknown reason, all words failed you in that moment. You simply stared back at Wesker for a long second, you couldn’t articulate it but, you were sure. You wanted this. Wanted him. 

As you slowly nodded in response, Wesker hummed approvingly, leaning back against his desk and bracing his free hand on the surface. He ignored the few papers that fell to the floor at the sudden disturbance as his voice lowered to a deep, authoritative rumble. “Kneel for me.” 

You didn’t have to be told twice, sinking to your knees in front of him, the sight delighted Wesker more than he cared to admit. “Good pet.” He practically purred, his fingers carding through your hair before grabbing a handful of the soft strands and giving a light tug. 

“Since you’re already there,” he began, pushing your head forward slightly. “Might as well put your mouth to use.” You didn’t realise how close to his cock you were until his leaking tip was prodding at your lips, his precum smearing across your skin in a glistening sheen. You gulped at the sheer size of him, thick and long with a prominent vein running along the underside. 

Wesker notices your hesitance and lets out a disapproving growl, pushing your mouth closer to his cock. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He states simply, the words alone causing another spike of arousal within you as your mouth finally opens, wrapping your lips around the tip. 

Wesker’s head lolls back as you take him in your mouth, his breath leaving him in sharp gasps and his fingers tighten in your hair, only allowing you a few seconds to adjust to the stretch before he began moving your head up and down his shaft.  

The pace he set was firm, slightly uncomfortable but not unwelcome, and when your hands come up to fondle his balls, his stoic composure shattered. 

“Oh, fuck...just like that....you’re so good at this...” The words left him in a low mumble, but they rang out like a gunshot in the otherwise silent office, and you couldn’t deny the pride swelling up inside you. Your response was a hollowing of your cheeks, sucking him off firmly, which earned you a groan from Wesker as he glanced down to watch his cock disappear into the warm, wet confines of your mouth. 

His cock throbs in your throat, and you can tell he’s close. “Fuck...g-gonna-....gonna cum...m’close.....need to-” Wesker’s grip on your hair was borderline painful now but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, your mind a clouded haze dominated only by thoughts of Wesker and the way he’d began to thrust into your mouth at a brutal pace, his tip ramming the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him. 

“Oh, god....shit...I’m gonna....I’m-” Wesker was suddenly cut off by his own loud, sinful moan as he threw his head back in ecstasy. His hand in your hair forcing you down on his cock as his orgasm wracked through his body, your nose was practically flush with his pubic mound.  

Wesker’s moans echoed in his office as his cock shot thick ropes of warm cum down your throat, painting your insides white. He held you at the base of his cock for a long moment after his orgasm, giving a few lazy rolls of his hips as he rode out the last of his high before he eventually let go of your hair, allowing you to pull back off of his cock. 

His vision was hazy, the intensity of his orgasm leaving Wesker’s limbs heavy, but he still managed to gently pet the top of your head. Staring down at you with heavy breaths as he tried to at least compose himself, a few blonde strands of hair had been knocked loose from his pristine hairstyle and were now sticking to his sweaty forehead. 

Wesker was about to speak, his lips parting slightly, before the sound of the door opening caused both of your heads to whip round to see the stunned face of Chris Redfield in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. 

[yelenasdiary]

PLEASE, I need anything with Yelena being the best auntie to Wandanat's kid 😭

Afternoon with Aunt Lele

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Niece! Reader

Summary: Aunty Yelena is asked to look after you for the afternoon. 

Tiny Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard bullying (its light) | 1.8K

AC: Reader is 7 here, thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x

A Widow’s Sunshine Masterlist

The bell rang loudly, another day of school was over! You and your friends rushed to grab your backpack, the hall crowded with children of all ages, all happy to be seeing their friends from over grades and making plans to go home together for a playdate or sleepover after all, it was Friday. You waited patiently for others to grab their belongings before you reached for your bag and carefully put some drawings you had finished in art class into your bag before swinging it over your shoulder. 

“Have a good weekend Y/n!” Your friend, America, smiled softly. 

“I will!” You replied watching her walk off with her other friends.

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar name call. You turned around and saw a young boy with big brown eyes smiling at you, “Nicholas, you have paint on your cheek!” You chuckled. “my friend was giving me a face paint” the boy replied. He was still classed as the new kid at school but that never bothered him, he made a few friends, you included and was always happy to see you. 

“Do you have plans for the weekend?” He asked as the two of you began to walk down the hall together. 

“I don’t think so, my mom’s might be working” you replied with a small hint of sadness.

“My mom said she’s taking me to a farmers market tomorrow” Nicholas said with excitement, “she said we can take Señor Scratchy with us on the car trip!” He added. 

“I wish I could take Liho with me on trips but she would run away” you said, shaking your head before the two of you stepped foot outside. Nicholas’s eyes quickly locked onto his mother, making his smile grow bigger. “There’s my mom! I’ll see you Monday!” He turned to you, giving you a friendly wave. “Bye Nicholas!” You smiled, waving back.

He ran towards the tall dark haired woman who would smile and wave to her whenever she saw you, you couldn’t remember her name, but you always waved back at her. 

As you continued to walk towards the school gates you couldn’t see any sight of your mom or Wanda which made you frown a little as you remembered the rules of not going pass the school gates unless you were with your mom or Wanda.

“Why the frown little widow?” You heard a familiar voice approach you. As you turned, your eyes grew wider with happiness as you laid eyes on your beloved aunty.

“Aunt Lele!!” You beamed, crashing into her with arms wide open. “Mom didn’t tell me you would pick me up” you added. Yelena smiled softly, hugging you back, “Last minute changes but it’s okay, right? Because we’re gonna have a fun afternoon” she explained as you pulled back to look her once more. 

“Did you bring Fanny with you?” You asked, soon forgetting the sadness of not seeing your mother after a long day. 

“She’s at home so why don’t we go and drop off your backpack, grab Fanny and go get some frozen yoghurt?” Your aunt suggested. You nodded quickly with excitement, naturally taking a hold of her hand before the two of you walked towards her blue pick-up truck. 

Once you arrived at your aunt’s small but cozy apartment, you didn’t waste any time throwing your backpack to the floor and greeting Fanny with a big hug. She licked your cheek making you giggle as you ruffled the fur of your aunts pet. Yelena couldn’t help but smile to herself at the sight in front of her. 

“She’s super fluffy!!” You smiled, brushing off some of her shredded fur from your school uniform. Yelena chuckled, “Kate gave her a wash yesterday, she also smells like strawberries” she said. 

“Can we take her to the park, aunt Lele, please?” You asked, bouncing on your toes. Yelena nodded, “sure, I’ll just go get her lead and collar” she smiled softly before walking into the spare room. 

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As you walked down the sidewalk, Fanny trotted happily beside you, her tail wagging while you held on tightly to her lead. Yelena walking on the other side of you, trusting that Fanny wouldn’t wander too far where she would be pulling you along.  You admired how fluffy she looked, the way her fur danced in the breeze almost made her look like a little cloud. 

“How was school?” Yelena asked as the tree of you crossed the street towards the park. Fanny was already sniffing at every blade of grass as the playground in the near distance grew bigger for her. 

“It was good, I had art class today and music class!” You boosted, pausing in your steps to allow Fanny a moment to fill her nose with all kinds of different smells. “Sounds like a fun day” your aunt replied, staying close to you. 

“I drew a new picture for mommy but next time, I am going to draw something for you!” You replied, giving her a wide smile before handing her Fanny’s lead, “can I go play on the playground aunt Lele? Please?” You asked. 

“Just make sure I can see you at all times, okay?” Your aunt replied, “I’ll be sitting on that bench over there” she added, pointing to the park bench that was just outside the fenced playground. 

“I promise aunt Lele!” You said before running off to the color playground. Other kids that you had never met before were playing together, even including you on their little game of chase. Yelena and Fanny sat and watched as you ran freely around the playground, laughing whenever you were tagged. 

After a while, one of the young girls brought out her pink and yellow frisbee and asked if you wanted to play with her and some others in the open field part of the park. You of course asked for permission first from your aunt who allowed you to go play with your new friends, Fanny tagging along who soon stole the show.

Fanny loved catching the frisbee that you and the kids threw for her, she made all the kids around her giggle with excitement, eventually she would wear herself out and that told Yelena it was time to say goodbye to the park. 

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“What flavour frozen yoghurt would you like little widow?” Your aunt asked, smiling down at you. 

“uhm” you paused in thought, looking at all the different flavors behind the glass display. “Mango please” you added, pointing to the soft yellow colored flavor. Yelena ordered two small frozen yoghurts then the two of you sat outside with Fanny to enjoy the frozen treat. 

While you were enjoying the sweetness of your mango treat, out of nowhere, you were reminded of the comments a girl in your class made about your artwork in class today. Yelena, seeing the light in your eyes start to fade felt her brows frown ever so slightly. 

“What’s up little widow, is your yoghurt not good?” She asked, catching your attention.

You shook your head, “it’s fine, it’s yummy” you replied before scooping another small mouthful. 

“Are you missing your mom?” She asked, but again, you shook your head. “Did something happen at school?” She questioned. You looked up at her, “There’s this girl in my class, and she keeps saying mean things about my drawings. Today she poured glitter all over my drawing I made for mom and now I am worried mom won’t like it as much” you opened up, your eyes dropping to the frozen treat in your hands. 

Yelena, concerned for your feelings, leans in a little, “you know what? Not everyone knows how to appreciate creativity. They might not see how special your drawings are. I know you mom loves them” she smiles softly. 

“I hope so because I work really, really hard on them!” You pouted, looking down at your frozen yoghurt.

“I know you do” Your aunt comforts you, “maybe you could teach me how to make some awesome paintings like yours!” She added. Instantly, your eyes lit up as you looked up at her once again, a big smile growing on your lips, “I can teach you aunt Lele!!” You beamed with excitement, “we can make a painting for Fanny too!” You added. 

Your excitement warmed your aunt’s heart with joy, “I have one request though” she said before taking a small mouthful of her frozen treat. You nodded, your mouth full of mango goodness as you kept your eyes on here. 

“I have this big empty space on the wall in my living room, do you think maybe you know a really cool artist that loves to use lots of colours and different shapes that could make a big painting for that space?” She asked. 

“Me! I can do it Aunt Lele!! Please pick me!!!!” You almost jumped out of your seat, making your aunty chuckle at your excitement. 

“Do you think you’re up for the job little widow?” Yelena asked with a playful grin on her lips. 

“I am the best person for the job!” You replied, forgetting about the horrible teasing comments you had gotten from the girl in your class. Yelena couldn’t help but smile as you rambled on about all the fun ideas that quickly filled your imaginative mind. She knew she would have to make a trip to the arts and crafts store for when you could visit her next. 

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Back at your aunt’s apartment, you were busy in the living room with Fanny lying beside you on the floor as you drew another wonderful and colorful picture for your mother, this one was about your afternoon with your aunt. You drew playing in the park with Fanny and getting frozen yogurt with your favorite aunty in the entire world. 

Yelena on the other hand was busy in the kitchen cooking up a big pot of macaroni and cheese for dinner, at your request. She would be sure to tell her sister that the pot of pasta was in fact your idea and not hers. 

“Aunt Lele?” You chirped, as a thought popped into your head.

“What’s up little widow?” Yelena asked, beginning to dish the macaroni and cheese into two bowls. 

“Can I come with you and Fanny next time you go on your big walks? Mommy said you like to take her to the forest” you asked, always wishing you’d be able to tag along one day. 

“Of course! We would love for you to come with us! I’m going to take her next weekend, so I’ll ask your mom later when she comes to pick you up” 

“Thank you, Aunt Lele!!!” You jumped with happiness.

“No worries little widow, now, dinner is ready so how about you go wash your hands?” She suggested with a soft smile. You didn’t waste any time before rushing off to the bathroom, eager to eat some of your aunt’s famous macaroni and cheese.

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[unluckilyimnot]

Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.

Bonten with a soft gf!

Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi

fluff / no tw / wc: 900+

Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.

m.list | rules

Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.

Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.

Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.

"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.

Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.

Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.

Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.

You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.

Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.

But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.

Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.

To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.

Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.

Let me know if you liked it !

[breadandbloodybutter]

Flexing some Not Safe For Work writing to get back in the groove. Warnings/What's Involed: Raphael x 'Reader' {no gender implied}, Mild Sex Scene, Mild Mention of Choking, Most Likely Didn't Live Through That Sex, Raphael Language of being derogatory of mortals needs and lives or just anyone that isn't him.

As he'd lifted their leg to partake in the scent of their skin, a longer than mortal tongue ran along half of the appendage's length.

Was he showing off? Transforming himself, one piece at a time? Of course he was. After all, part of such an intimate dance was the performance itself.

All for his own benefit.

Haarlep had once quipped that Raphael only ever loved Raphael - as true now than it had ever been. Putting on such airs and graces, indulging in the subtle art of using words and whimsy to ensnare the willing; it might as well have all been foreplay for himself.

Still, there was always something so deliciously divine about the way that they would look at him, breathless and wanting - just the way that he liked them. To taste the very sweat from their pores, to know that in this moment, they existed only for him.

Souls would never taste sweeter than those willing to bear themselves nakedly to the endless hunger of a devil.

"Legs apart now, pet." Raphael would purr with a voice thick and sweet as honey, now black nails digging into their thighs as he settled himself between them. Ordinarily, pleasuring another was beneath him, more of a mercy on their behalf than any desire to do so - oh, but the way that this one begged and pleaded so sweetly, the air thick with how much they wanted to be defiled..

It would have been ungentlemanly to not have a more personal taste.

The screams that followed would have surely been heard by the tavern below, but he cared little for any auditory audiences they may have had. Let them hear - let them envy, tremble before how he could command mortal flesh to bend, to beg and to break. To hang on every one of his words, to sing (and sometimes curse) praises to the heavens, whilst he showed them every sin that hell had to offer.

Licking at his lips, Raphael reached over to grab a nearby silken handkerchief, wiping their filth from his mouth before addressing them again smugly. "I take it that you have no complaints?"

Rather a pity that mortals tended to be so fragile. One of the few benefits of Haarlep at least, that there were less limitations, if any. Perhaps, that's why he found himself indulging from time to time - that their lives were so fleeting. To taste upon their souls before they were completely consumed. Such a privilege it was for them, surely.

Oh, and the trepidation! The way that their poor hearts would stutter, their breath would catch at having to accommodate his cambion form, far greater than any cock they would have taken. How their eyes would widen for the briefest of moments, before rolling back at the overflowing of ecstasy, even with the pain of it - to feel every ridge driving again and again without pause.

Succumbing to such desires could ultimately earn one their death.

How their arms would try to hold him - so sickeningly mortal - and he would knock them away, that they would dare try to embrace him in such a human way - holding them down by the throat and knowing that their lives, the very essence of body and soul - they were in his hands, that they were dependent on him, every thread of their existence in this moment was tied to him--

Such thoughts always led to the same conclusion. Snarling through a furious climax that most couldn't even have the decency to live through. And why should they? Blood certainly wasn't the only thing an infernal had that was always running hot.

Thankfully, the staff at the Sharess Caress were always providing excellent room service, and a discretion that led to a profitable exchange. For as long as he would support their business, they would support his.

..Even if on occasion, that business may have overlapped with personal pleasures.

[jarofstyles]

The Heart Of The Woods

Hi my loves! I wanted to give you guys a peek into our grumpy mountain manrry! He’s different to some that I’ve written before but I think you’ll like him if you give him a chance

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WC- 1.4k

Warnings- tiny bit of rejection, asshole h

He hadn’t been sure what he was thinking.

Hiring a housekeeper had not been on his agenda, but it put his mum at ease. Being far from her, up in his large cabin in the middle of the mountain, she had said she worried a lot about not only his well being, but about him overworking himself. His days started early, working on splitting wood, emails, driving down to deliver it, and all of that. His group of employees that worked on the lot not too far from his own place up the mountain were his main source of socialization and even they knew not to bug him too much.

Harry preferred to be left alone.

So why hire a housekeeper? It sounded okay at the time. Someone to keep the fire stoked and the house warm so he could come home and not have the house be cold for him and his animals, someone to cook and clean and… another body in the house. Make it less lonely. Maple was a good companion, Ash was too, but a dog and a cat didn’t replace human connection. Perhaps that’s why he had found himself feeling more irritated lately.

Watching the car pull in, he had to wonder how she could fit her belongings into such a small vehicle. Weren't women supposed to have a lot of stuff? The question was answered as she stepped out of the car, light wash jeans clinging to her thighs and pink sweater hanging on her form as she waved up to him. "Hi!" she grinned a tad bit too brightly for his comfort, jogging up to the wraparound porch. "I’m so sorry l'm a little late. I got lost at the turn- the split in the road? and I didn't have good service to call and let you know. I usually try and do that.”

She was rambling.

He grumbled, wiping his hands on his work pants. “Late's fine. I didn’t have any plans today, just don’t make a habit of it.” Glancing at her car, then back at her, he gave her a little bit of a look. “You got everything you need?” He wasn’t the best at socializing, famously, but she wasn’t aware of that yet considering their talk had mainly consisted of emails. It would be something she quickly found out.

“Oh!” Her chuckle was nervous as the man stood tall above her on the wooden porch, making her look up a bit at him. “Uh, yeah. I.. I kinda had to get out of my place in a hurry, so this worked out.” She smiled up at him before looking back to her car. “Did you want me to grab my stuff now or did you want me to do it after you give me the run down of what you want me to do?”

He sighed, stepping aside to let her pass. “Follow me.” He led her inside, shutting the door behind her. It was weird feeling someone else in his space. It had been a long time since he’d heard footsteps other than his own or his pets in the hall, and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it yet. Leading her down the wooden hall, he brought her towards the main part of the house- a large step down living room he mentally referred to as the den. The stone fireplace was lit with the fire going already as he gestured to a chair by it. “Sit.”

Y/N was distracted a little by the skylight- and then the view outside. It was absolutely gorgeous. The whole place was. She had slightly underestimated it despite the size of the place when she had applied to work eyes but she would make it work. At least the view was great. She could see that there was a deck outside, the view of the mountains sprawling behind them sort of blowing her away. The awe only lasted a few moments though, when she heard him clear his throat. Oops. “Sorry.” She smiled nervously. “The view distracted me. You’ve got a beautiful home.”

He grunted, not really used to compliments. Small talk wasn’t his thing. He sat down in his recliner, stretching his legs out in front of him before resting his hands on his knees. “So, as your employer, I expect you t’keep this place clean. Cook meals, do laundry, that sort of thing.” He paused, looking at her critically. “M’not home most of the day, and when I am I’m usually in my workshop. It’s the building out to the side that you saw.” He clasped his hands together. “We don’t need to have a ton of interaction. I need you to keep the fire stoked, maybe feed Ash for me if I get back late. I don’t have a lot of rules, but I ask you to respect my space.”

“Uh, alright.” She nodded, taking out her phone to take notes. “I figured the normal house stuff. I…” Her body felt the cringe as she went to ask it. “I haven’t really stoked a fire longer than it’s taken to do a bonfire while camping so, if there’s some sort of magic you know to keep it going longer I’d love to know it.” The girl didn’t want to fuck it up. The man worked with wood. The last thing she wanted to do was waste it.

It did make her a little unsettled to hear the other part, though. “Um, and what do you mean exactly by not needing to interact? Like, you don’t want to see or hear from me?”

Harry paused, his gaze sharpening a little on the girl. He was used to being alone. He liked being alone. He didn’t want to come home to some sort of chatty roommate. “I mean exactly that.” He said gruffly.

“Oh.” She replied quietly, swallowing the lump on her throat. Her gaze averted when his sharpened on hers, looking towards her lap. He was a little intimidating and she felt embarrassed for some reason- but logically she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. Didn’t mean her body knew that, though.

“O-Okay. I’ll make sure to give you your space.” Her head nodded, convincing herself it would be good for her. Maybe akin to rejection therapy. She had hoped for something a little different, but this was the escape she had needed- she couldn’t complain. “Can you tell me what kind of foods you like, or don’t, so I can make what you’ll eat?”

Harry grunted, his expression relaxing slightly at the mention of food. He hated being bothered with small talk, but food was something he could appreciate- it was part of her job, anyways. He could talk abojt that. “I like meat and potatoes. Steak, roast chicken, mashed potatoes, that sort of thing. Don’t bother with fancy shit. Just straightforward, hearty food.”

He paused, thinking for a moment before continuing. “And coffee. Black coffee. None of that fancy latte crap. Just straight up coffee.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “That’s all you need to know for now. You can start preparing dinner and I’ll be back later.”

“Oh! I… are you sure?” She stood up too, following him. “Where should I put my things?” Part of her felt a little nervous she had fucked up with how fast he seemed to want to get out of there, but she didn’t know what she could have done to offend him. Was this just the way he was? Probably. She shouldn’t take it personally- but part of her did, just a bit. “I don’t know which room I should set my things up in.”

Harry turned around, his expression still stern. “You can set up in the spare room down the hall. It’s the first door on the right.” He pointed down the hallway before continuing. “I don’t need any help with my things. Just worry about your own shit for now.”

Her eyes fell down towards the floor, nodding at his words. It must just be the way he was, she concluded. He didn’t bother saying goodbye as she heard the door close, the ticking of the large grandfather clock in the den the only sound until the start of his pickup was muffled outside.

Who the hell was this man? And what had she gotten herself into?

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

I would love to see how you'd handle Grian's first time storing one of the mers for Sea Speaker! You keep teasing it and I'm getting so impatient-

(sorry if that sounds rude, I can wait, just figured I'd ask anyways)

nah not rude, also cograts u get a short story :D

So yes nomfs are involved

Grian had been sitting on the beach eyeing the wrasse, Skizz up. The mer had attempted to shove himself down the avian’s throat about what 18 times by now? Just staring at them he swore he could feel the wiggling, a hand came up instinctively at the phantom movements.

After the first couple of attempts, grian lost his appetite for a couple of hours too. It’s possible that stemmed from his throat being sore though.

Shrimp- er wow old habits do die hard hm? But Zedaph turned to him pretty much asking if he was okay with just his expression. Grian stopped the throat rubbing. “I- yeah I’m good, just-.” He looked at Skizz who was oblivious to the whole situation. The shrimp mer nodded in understanding, Skizz had been fighting with him a lot to get in his throat, for reasons unknown to the avian. Grian had been getting tense about being by the wrasse for that situation, not that he noticed it all too much, being around most mers made him tense anyway. Back to the main point though, it was odd, why would anything want to shove itself down his throat? He’d get the wrasse cleaning his teeth, but shoving itself into a throat was a whole different level of weirdness.

I suppose it might not be if he doesn’t know that avians don’t use their crops the same as mer’s. As far as Grian’s seen the mer also almost always gets into Impulse’s, and Tango’s crop’s just on command, or well likely by asking.

Speak of the devil, the other two swam up chatting to each other, the 4 hung out all the time, it was surprising with the range of species. At the same time, it was neat.

“Hi T-mango,” Grian said with a smile.

The Eel mer stared at him in a blank confusion.

Impulse mumbled something, a smile on his face.

Tango turned to him and yelled, his hands on the shark’s cheeks pushing his face.

The larger mer laughed, a big belly laugh.

Skizz was instantly looking at Impulse’s mouth then back at Grian.

Grian shook his head no, not feeling it today.

Skizz shrugged and just slid into Impulse’s mouth, the shark didn’t fight it. Once Skizz was down Zedaph approached Grian doing the uppy arms which the avian picked him up. The shrimp pointed towards his mouth making Grian nervous. “D-do you want to clean?” He asked. Zed shook his head no, at least he was honest, then pointed at his throat.

Grian made a nervous noise his eyes glancing away, though when he did turn back to Zed he was being pretty polite and just waiting. The avian sighed and opened his mouth putting Zed in, then lowering down, his tongue pulling away from the salt water as it went in. The mer pet his tongue, checking out things without actually poking like Skizz did. Eventually, Grian put his mouth deeper, his whole mouth full as he breathed through his nose. The problem came when Zed pressed in on the back of his mouth he swallowed. Grian coughed softly, but without the movements, his body felt the need to swallow. The avian cheeped nervously but swallowed Zedaph towards his crop, the avian panicked, but his body kept working automatically till Zed was in his crop. The avian let out panicked noises, rubbing his hand over his stuffed crop. He could taste the bitter salt water on his tongue, he could also feel it being swished around in his crop.

His hands brushed the shrimp, he felt odd with his shell, a lot harder than fish.

He felt hands, it made his panic rise but he realized they weren’t pushing hard, instead, it felt, felt amazing, he started cooing, his eyes looked dreary and soon he fell back in the sand, his wings and feet twitched.

He could make out the 2 mers staring at him, but his body felt too good to care. Noises slipped out of him, endless happy noise.

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do u have any emily or/and jecka hcs? <3

hai mootie! i have a few for jecka and a TON for emily, so brace yourself :0

-this is kinda canon anyway, but despite how much jecka wants to appear stable, she’s incredibly argumentative. she raises her voice at people the moment she gets slightly upset and has serious trouble with keeping her calm.

-i hc emily as trans and she started HRT really young and REALLY shadily. type of person who DIYed estrogen but the thing is it somehow worked. the only reason why this happened though is because she got into drugs in general really young

-adding onto that, i feel like the reason she has an obsession with selling fake drugs to middle schoolers (it happened like four times throughout the series, the fuck) is because it happened to her a lot. to a point where she’d go over to people from her school trying to buy shit and tell them “this is fake, kick that guy’s ass.”

-i’m both really into jeckole and emicole, so yay! i feel like regardless of wether nicole starts dating one or the other, they would BOTH get incredibly jealous, showing it in different ways.

-Emily in specific i think would be incredibly on jecka’s ass for a few weeks after she and nicole would start dating, like sending her death threats, actually trying to follow through on death threats, not supplying jecka with drugs anymore (by far the worst part). then two weeks would pass and she’d get over it. and completely forget she was ever into nicole. she goes up to jecka and says “hey wanna buy addies” and the poor girl would jump back expecting emily to be holding a knife.

-i’m the case of nicole dating emily, i don’t think jecka would confront emily or even look her in the face ever. she would keep being friends with nicole, but only for a short while cause it starts to hurt too much. she’d rather die than ever confess that she’s jealous. or that she had feelings for nicole. and unlike emily it doesn’t go away. it just doesn’t.

- …on a happier note! i said this on another posts but jecka has a very soft spot for pets, however she never gets to have them whole living with her dad cause… you know. emily however, who lives and breathes to spite her parents, is someone who i’d imagine to have tons of weird pets (who she somehow takes proper care of). i’m talking weird ass birds, ferrets, a whole ass raccoon. and one time for some reason jecka and nicole go over to emily’s house when her parents aren’t there and jecka falls in love with all the pets. and that’s one of the things they can finally bond over!

-jecka also jokes by saying that nicole is basically her pet, cause she’s very high maintenance and basically has to take care of her anyway. nicole weirdly doesn’t disagree.

-i have this split headcanon for emily’s parents where they’re either super conservative and purist or they’re absurdly worse than her in terms of being high as balls 24/7. i imagine them to not be divorced either, but this is more of a ‘haha wouldn’t it be funny’ gag than an actually serious one. it’s just ironic.

i’m a lil tired and that’s all i can think of rn… hope you enjoyed tho! thanks for the ask <3

[eah-confessions]

AITA for Almost Revealing My Classmate's Secret?

I (15F) was out in the school woods, during the lunch break. Then I notice my classmate (15F) C, having a run with her pet wolf.

They stop by near me (I'm sitting in a tree, but they don't notice me), and her wolf licks her, which pushes of her hood. And guess what I see?? SHE HAS WOLF EARS!! C had ALWAYS kept her hood on no matter what! And now I get why!

Anyway, C then gets all anxious, sends her pet away and then runs off (with the hood put on of course). I follow her, and give her a "slight" nudge that I saw the wolf ears.

C begins to plead not to tell anyone, and while I don't plan to tell anyone, I start forming a prank in my head.

Comes the PE class, and by then I managed to snatch a deer to release when it's C's turn to run the lap. (we're outdoors, dw) So, the prank would be that since she has WOLF ears, C will ACT like a wolf (tbh she has growled like a dog before) if she sees an animal that wolfs usually eat!

And as she'll chase the poor deer in front of our classmates AND out teacher, C will have no choice but to reveal the ears!!

Everything goes according to plan - everyones in shock that out of nowhere C had outrun others who also ran the lap, and she looks like 1 minute away from curling in a ball and crying.

Then out of the blue, a classmate (15F) R gets up and exclaims how her "speed running" spell must've worked on C! I get all confused, but before I could understand what's going on, R puts a spell on my legs, and I start running like a mad-man!

After the spell (thankfully) wore off, I talked about the situation with my friends (both 15F) M and L. Both claimed that I deserved it, and that the prank wasn't funny or made any sense.

M always says weird stuff and is the oddball of the school (I love her btw, don't @ me!), so I didn't take her that seriously, but hearing that come from L frustrated me - she's my sister from another litter, and yet she's NOT taking my side??

What's up with people these days?! It was just a prank! Am I genuinly in the wrong here??

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ooh I love this question! haha here are a few brief ideas:

1. jennyanydots - owned by a middle aged/senior couple. one is a veterinary clinic owner and one is an animal rehabilitationist! they live in one side of a moderately-sized duplex in a middle class semi-urban neighborhood.

2. jellylorum - she lives with a seamstress who works from home. her father was a tailor who jellylorum also grew up with, but he passed away when Jellylorum was a young adult. she watched the daughter dutifully take care of her father while he was ill until the end. the daughter inherited his business and now she lives alone with Jelly in a modest brownstone.

3. tugger - lives with an upper-middle-class couple that have a daughter who spoils THE FUCK out of tugger and is constantly pampering and cossetting him.

4. mistoffelees - was found abandoned as a newborn by a young couple who fostered him until he was weaned. they felt they couldn't keep him, so they passed him along to the wife's friend, a man in his early thirties who lives alone in a small flat above a dance studio. misto is almost more a phantom visitor than a PET (it's like...he's not there as often as some of the other cats are at their humans', he's like mostly an 'outdoor cat,') but his human knows mistoffelees will always come back and always has kibbles out for him. he runs the dance studio downstairs and mistoffelees loves watching him practice and run his classes. one of his regular students sometimes visits the flat and misto is also very fond of him. he strongly suspects the two are partners. mistoffelees loves his human, but feels there is some kind of pall of fear/sadness always hanging over him, and he can't seem to figure out why

5. victoria - she lives in a wealthy area in a BIG fancy house with a husband and wife that have two daughters; one in grade school and the other in middle school. Im irresolute about what the adults do, but Im thinking the two girls at least are both very involved in ballet. victoria is often a rapt spectator of their practice sessions. also she's very pampered and spoiled and is their only pet.

6. demeter - lives in a lower middle class brownstone, with a husband and wife and their two or three rowdy sons. there's also two or three rowdy dogs. at some point, the husband left to participate in WWII, so what very little love and attention demeter could get was that much more reduced with one human gone and the other becoming busier, having to juggle all these kids and pets and household responsibilities. demeter likes the adult human, but she's not very comfortable in that house, so her visits are pretty infrequent.

theres a few for now! IT guy is finally arriving lmao

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I am a firm Lion Change hater/blue paladin!Lance truther but also i am almost intrigued by canon Black Paladin!Lance if only because i firmly believe he would still end up being depressed, isolated, and ready to kill himself but without the dead gf ending and within 3 seasons instead of 8.

[minakoaiinos]

Lost my original post of this from the other day but I genuinely don't understand how Black Butler discourse ever shifted into the does Sebastian ~really~ like Ciel or is Ciel just dinner line of conversation that is pervasive as it is because Sebastian is the one that has absorbed his whole existence into Ciel's. Sebastian's face is what Ciel wants Sebastian's whole purpose is doing things for Ciel Sebastian's every hell of a butler yes my lord speech is about how he's Ciel's and Ciel is the one going around saying shit like whatever Sebastian is just my pawn 💅

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bellum x linebeck chapter summary drafts that won those polls:

chapter 8

chapter 14

chapter 20