#yall this is like the size of a whole ass fic....

[syluses]

𝄞 bloodhound

𓍯𓂃 hybrid sylus x female reader

(10k wc) ✦ summary: demanding, old, hostile— just a few of the warnings the man at the local shelter gave you before opening its cage. but it doesn’t matter. so long as he can protect you, all else can be forgiven. yet he’s more wolf than dog. more… man than wolf.

✦ content hybrid! sylus, nsfw/smut, hints of violence (not between mc/sylus), tension, kind of enemies to lovers-? he warms up to mc, knotting & adjusting to it, feral behavior, cunnilingus, slight somnophilia (not detailed), hinted age gap (all parties are 18+), possessive behavior, size difference,

✦ sidenote as by popular demand we have the latest installment of the lads hybrid collection 🙂‍↕️ i apologize in advance bc even as a wolf-man creature i made sylus older, because yall already know i love me a good ol’ fashioned dilf. dont ask me what bro is in dog years just know he’s scruffy! anyways do enjoy this lil thing while u wait for the caleb fic which i am busting my ass for :] 💕 ALSO sorry. he’s not feline this time… >_< this is def not my fav piece but i hope some of the girlies will like this one :] i did work hard on it it’s quite long. i gave it plot but tbh the smut is straight up filthy 😖 ig all we have left to do is hybrid rafayel! but that boy’s gonna have to wait lol :,) i do hav an idea for him tho ;D

With every step, it feels as if the walls of your apartment are closing in on you.

By your feet, at the front door you hardly have the coordination to close- blundering with the lock- lay a bouquet. Scattered. Flowers strew themselves across your hall as you kick the clasped bunch with the tip of your heel and glide from room to room, warily ducking into each one with your hand braced in front of your body, ready to beat and thrash and fight for your life.

In your other hand- a note. Crumpled, now. Shaking between your fingers.

You don’t think he’s gotten inside again- it seems the new home security measures you installed have thrown a wrench in his plans- for the moment, at least (although your spare key is still missing)- but you’re not wholly convinced you’re safe, either.

And to be clear, it’s better to be that than sorry: You’ll check each and every cranny of your little flat if it means reclaiming your peace of mind.

Your life is a different story though, as of late; threatened yet not something quite as simple to take back. Living with bated breath is no way to exist- neither with the perpetual looks thrown over your shoulder on the short trek back from the bus, the seemingly harmless creaks at night hurling you whole feet from your bed.

Because of that fear, you can hardly even bear to look down at the tiny paper in your hand to read it.

I loved that outfit on you yesterday babe. Can you blame me for taking a little from your wardrobe? ♡

Strangely, though, your drawer is just as you left it when you slide it from its framework almost fast enough to pop its screws, fearing the worst.

Clothes- your tee shirts, blouses for work and lacy bras, pencil skirts- fling across your bed, yet nothing is… amiss.

That outfit from yesterday.

With a gasp, you twist around to look at your hamper, and-

Sure enough, the lid is open.

✦

“-get a few new ones a week. Gets hard to keep up with ‘em all. All the personalities and quirks- a lot of them won’t even eat their kibble unless you look the other way.”

The cold brick walls and all the sounds bouncing off them (grunts, woofs, and nails against tile) become humdrum as the worker, waving a hand as he talks- rants, really- leads you through the pound.

The fluorescence lighting the place flares, whirs overhead. Everything about the setting is harsh. Obviously, you’re in no danger- but as you trail alongside him, you feel a sense of foreboding in your gut all the same. Like you’re walking into a dungeon.

The colorless walls swallowing up most of your vision make that silly threat seem an ounce realer.

You swallow, head on a swivel- yet not for fear, but sympathy as you pass an assortment of fenced-off pets. Some track you with a snarl. Some with eyes that plead. Still, they all share the undeniable tinge of distrust.

What an awful place, you think to yourself.

…But coming here had a purpose.

Your heels clip against the scratched floor and echo in rounds, a certain emptiness existing around you that seems misaligned with all the noise and sights.

Dogs in their cages— some upfront, teething at the metal, others: cowed to their corners, lying on thin blankets not quite as worse for wear.

To sum it up- creatures sapped of will. Defeated in life.

A distinct sorrow weighs in your chest, even as the employee happily drones on, a half-eaten tuna sandwich in one hand (the other: gesturing emphatically), hardly paying you any attention. To be fair, you’re giving him very little as well.

“-I mean, some don’t even eat at all. Picky things.”

Picky? You question quietly. Or without hunger? Their appetite for cheap, bagged kibble robbed right along with their appetite for life.

Your nails dent into your palm as you clench it.

It’s hard to get a word in edgewise as the man chatters away, but you manage to pile down your need to be polite for long enough to get in a:

Hey, excuse me, I asked what kind of dog you’d recommend for prot—

Clack, clack… Clack.

You come to a pause, dead-center in the walkway. The dull rhythm of his shoes remains where yours doesn’t.

“Heh. We got one a couple of months back who thinks this place is his own damn gourmet restaur-“

When he notices you’re not arm-to-arm, he, too, stops.

“Ma’am?” He turns.

“That one,” you breathe, just vaguely registering as the worker sidles up to you and glances at the cage you approach. The glint in your eye wins his interest.

For once since you entered the building, he shuts his mouth.

When he looks at ‘that one’ in question— a silver shock of fur, immersed in a shadow against the far wall— his eyes almost bulge from his skull.

A sharp laugh.

“Ah, little lady. Don’t wanna bite off more than you can chew, now. See-“

As he falls back into drivel (albeit, you lend an ear, curious now), you eye the pooch.

He looks a little wilder than the rest, a little more weathered, tucked to the corner of his cage but not quite ‘cowering’- no, he’s a touch too big and threatening for it to seem that way. More like… brooding.

…Yet you wonder all the same if that’s what he feels, too. Scared like most if not all of the others.

Your chest stirs again with that wisp of sadness.

If you could, you’d clip their collars to a leash and walk them all home, cramming them into your apartment with no thought and all heart. For reasons- countless reasons (having to do with your tiny home and even tinier wallet)- that’s not possible.

In a place as cold and unfortunate as this, he’d have every reason to be frightened, you think, but when your eyes soften with pity at him, his own narrow.

Thoughtfully, you blink.

As the worker rattles off his minor crimes around the playpen- and the hole he eats through their budget, what with his size- you can’t help but marvel at him.

Concerningly massive. With thick, silvery fur matted in certain areas, patchy with scars in others, and eyes that glow an unnatural shade of red- you can wholeheartedly say you’ve never seen the breed before. Less dog-like and more wolfish.

It warrants a raise of the brow, just what he’s doing here. Did he have an owner before? Was he abandoned by them? Or… was he just pulled from the street?

And if so, how many elephant-sized tranquilizer darts did it take to haul him here?

“So,” he says, stuffing his hand in his pockets, “Honestly, Ma’am, he’s probably not what you’re lookin’ for.” Giving your clacking heels and airy sundress a once-over, he sighs.

“We do have a Samoyed though- he was brought in just yesterday. Super playful. Great personality. Domesticated. He definitely won’t be here for long. Uh… this one here, though,” he snickers. “He’s unpredictable at the best of times. Growls when ya feed him- then growls some more ‘cause he’s still hungry... tsk,” he glances down at his hand, then. Evidently, there’s no mark there, but you think he’s imagining one that could’ve been.

“He’s on the older side, too. Can’t teach him any new tricks. And… big, as you can see. With his temperament, he’d probably tear a hole in your apartment. You, uh, you got an apartment, you said-?”

Right now, you should be thankful for all his advice- at the very least, relieved his chatter has become more meaningful, relaying all the pooch’s unruly habits. Yet you tune it all out, slightly cocking your head at the beast dog- a movement that, if you’re not imagining things, his scruffy one mirrors.

“He’s…”

“Yep. Like I said-“

“Perfect,” you breathe, falling to a crouch.

The man beside you coughs on his own spit. “What-? Uh, little lady, I seriously don’t think— hey, watch the hands! Don’t stick ‘em through!”

“-How much?”

You manage to pry your gaze from the ominous thing tucked a number of feet into his prison, cloaked and out of the light, to look up at the man. For all of the warnings and, really, defamation made against the animal— to his defense, he doesn’t lunge. Bark. Claw at the bars or slip his snout through to bite the harmless hand you extend in the space there.

No. With a lift of his whiskers, he watches.

Tuna-sandwich blinks. Eyes widening to twice their original size before he scrubs the lower half of his face.

Eventually, he shrugs. Takes a moment to process it.

As he does, you await the price with a hand already dipping inside your purse. I mean, you hope not to spend a small fortune during this outing- but it’s also an investment worth your while. There’s no saying when your stalker will show his face again. If tomorrow he’ll be waiting under your bed or in your closet for your return- hell, right now, the hackles on your neck are raised as if he could be lurking still.

A word relieves you of worries for naught.

“Nothing.”

…Wait- No, that can’t be right. Nothing? The- your future good boy is worth nothing?

“E-Excuse me?”

He sighs, exasperated. “You’d be doing us a favor,” is all he gives as an explanation. “You can have him for free.”

Dumbfounded, snapping your head back to the cage, you’re met with two crimson eyes that look almost hellish as they catch in the shifting fluorescence- and a pass of surprise on its face that appears almost… human.

“But, are you-“

“Haaaaah. Maybe it’s for the better. You’re like his savior, you know,” he comments, sparing a rather indifferent glance to the animal, “he oughta be thankful for you coming in here.”

And there, fucking again- like a blade wedged between your ribs and twisting—

“Too much longer and we would’a had to put him down.”

A squeeze of your heart.

Jaw fluttering shut, that morsel of information wipes the entirety of your hesitance out. Belatedly, you nod, perching your bag above your hip once more, a sense of determination smoothing out your features.

“When can we get him out of this cage?”

You ask without looking his way.

The sound of keys jingling on a ring has the silver-furred creature perking his left ear ever so slightly- a movement you track with curiosity as the beast’s chest swells in. It’s like he understands. Maybe he does. Maybe he’s seen countless people just like you filter in and out, pass him by, and ultimately land on a different pet to jailbreak take home.

“I can get you sorted right now,” he quips, helpful, “Just… You might wanna back up.”

Weirdly enough- and despite knowing you really should be cautious with a veritable beast from the local shelter, scarred to no end and skulking- all the tiptoeing around him is endearing in its own right.

He’s a good boy, you’re sure of it. Misunderstood, probably, like the rest of the poor, trembling things here— just in need of a nice, loving home and maybe a scritch or two behind the ear. And you’re positive, if nothing else, he’ll do plenty a good job at keeping your stalker at bay.

It takes a handful of minutes to loop the rope (not leash: rope) around his neck- yet the worker treats it as a pleasant surprise, muttering something about how he’s just a whit more cooperative today.

“Thank you,” you chime a bit breathlessly. Sure, your main goal in coming here was to find a suitable guard dog, but you can’t deny the excitement that flutters within as the gate closes to a now-empty cage, your new pet springing free.

Anticipation thrums in your chest as you eagerly accept the rope from him- “careful,” a snigger- and—

The ground beneath you all but gives way.

��Oh, sir- one more thing! What’s his name!”

He stops for a moment to turn halfway over his shoulder. Long, overgrown nails skittering across the floor as the leash tugs harshly and you’re rapidly propelled out the front door, into sunlight.

However, you do catch him shrugging.

“No clue.”

✦

A number of days pass. Those days drag by with an eagerness to get to know each other that seems only one-sided- and a caution on his end that borders uncanniness.

You buy him a fluffy dog bed (the biggest you could find; he’s bigger still). Quality food, not the rubbish they fed him at the pound. And you give him your patience; small, gentle smiles that you’re not entirely sure an animal can understand— but when you offer out your hand for him to smell, a sign that you mean no harm, he growls and retreats to his corner. He chooses one part of your tiny apartment to hunker down in and outright glares when you get too close.

This is your house.

This… was your house. Maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. As a week moves on, you concede to your bedroom or the sofa and watch him with resignation as he watches you back- and contemplate if you made the right choice.

Does he seriously hate you that bad? How can you make him understand that you don’t harbor any bad intentions for him-? I mean, aren’t animals supposed to have that preternatural kind of instinct anyway? to spot malice?

What is he spotting in you?

Curled up on the couch, you hang your hand off the arm and release the new brush you’d bought days ago. It’s seeming more and more like a useless purchase, yet after countless attempts to bathe and brush him- all for naught- it’s only now starting to settle.

Work was long. That one coworker was grating on your nerves more than usual and you could’ve sworn you heard a second pair of footfalls trailing yours after the bus back- but you can only look over your shoulder so many times without attracting the attention of people who start to wonder if you’re batshit crazy.

But you're not crazy. That- That psychopath is, and his countless notes and uninvited visits to your apartment while you’re gone are all proofs of that.

But that’s changed, now. If your dog hates you, he’ll hate an intruder even more.

You sigh, holding your head in your hands as you lean forward. Like a flower wilted, folded in on itself, too heavy with its withering to support its own weight. You rub your temples when you grudgingly glance up to the wolf-sized beast sulking in the corner.

He stares, of course; buttery light twinkling in imposing, ruby eyes in a way that almost makes him seem tame. Mellow.

Not quite.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to dislike him, or regret taking him off the pound’s hands— for all his stubbornness, the hostility he barely conceals, you know all too well that fear manifests itself in strange ways. Like when you almost snarled at your deskmate today for leaning over your shoulder again to review your work- the proximity too startling to handle. You’re irate. On alert. Scared. And it’s making you do unreasonable things as a way to calcify your soft skin into a protective shell. You start to think that you must be hard: the climate calls for it.

The mutt that broods behind your armchair is the picture of ominous- big and bad and threatening long before his lip even curls in warning. Everything about him screams see, look at my scars- my sharp teeth and nails. Don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me.

Your heart stirs.

Tiredly, you offer a small smile. “You are perfect, you know,” folding your leg over the other as you pat the open space of the couch beside you. It can fit four to six people if they cram together, but you know he’d take up the three cushions beside you if he sprawled out entirely.

He regards you with a microscopic flick of his ears. “Even if you don’t like me, that doesn’t change what I think about you. If you just let me give you a bath… I’ll let you sit on the couch, deal? I’m sure it’ll be comfier than what you got now,” you offer, gesturing harmlessly to the dog bed that lays unused by the table— for this reason or that, perhaps just as a way to show you he’s completely rejecting you, he’s avoided it.

Yes, he’s just a tatterdamelion, forgotten animal, operating out of instinct and whatever feels right.

Yes, you still had to mask your hurt over it.

You sigh. “I mean, I haven’t even thought of a name for you yet. And I’m sorry, I just…” Trailing off, you give your head a small shake and stand to your feet. In your mind, with no small amount of discontent, you realize you’ve reached a watershed here— one that separates your old, normal life from a sense of great uncertainty that rests on the horizon.

And you’re terribly concerned. And tired. But God forbid you start venting to a dog about it.

“Nevermind. Goodnight, boy,” you wave your doubts off dismissively, deliberately leaving the lamplight on lest he get scared in the dark. Sometimes, you think you see eyes staring back in it, too, so you put no judgement on him.

Pattering with heavy, sock-clad feet down the hall, “Sleep tight. Just tell me if you hear anything at the door-“

A labored sigh.

Nails clacking behind you— and for one awful second you fear the worst: You’ve turned your back to a beast.

Your breath hitches with the realization, yet as you swiftly spin around- half prepared to bolt or at the very least shield your head with your vulnerable, just as fleshy arms- you’re mistaken.

There, he stands, as a massive silhouette against the living room light angling into the narrow, dim hall. He’s like a bull in a china shop- monstrous, sharp claws etching lines into the lacquer of the maple wood floor, his tail sending fur gusting behind him as it falls. You become clear of two things, then:

One) you must sweep, and soon. And two)

He’s tilting his head- in an uncannily shrewd way- towards the ajar bathroom door beside you, and as he noses it open and stares at you, it’s with expectance.

Oh, and then three—

When you don’t respond right away, he steps around you and impatiently nudges you in- headstrong as ever- through the bathroom door with a throaty huff.

✦

He smells of strawberry shortcake. Vastly sweeter than what he really is, you think with a wry but endeared smile, when you extend a slow, ever-cautious hand to pet.

To your surprise, he lets you.

Call it a truce between you both. A comfier place for him to crash at for a little more peace of mind on your end.

With all the dirt and dried muck lathered out from his coat (it took an hour or so, and patience- as he flung water and stubbornly tried to readjust in the small tub- lots of it), you’re given the chance to finally see the beauty of his breed.

Chalky white fur, soft as the cashmere sweater stowed in your closet on standby for the chilly autumn weeks ahead. His hair is long, perhaps overdue for a trim- not that you’re deluded enough to believe he’d allow a groomer anywhere near him- and easily covers most of the scarring underneath.

Convincing him it was safe to let you clip his nails was an even harder task than getting him in the bath- but he… cooperated. In a looser sense of the word.

None of your limbs are missing. That’s a small miracle in itself. You’re thankful for the little breakthroughs with your new pet, even if it feels like you’re walking uphill all the while.

He hops up on the sofa beside you. True to your word, you allow it, the springs dipping beneath you both as he settles.

If the couch fell through the floor and onto the one below in a mist of crumbled drywall, you’d have no right to be surprised. None at all.

Trying not to show a fraction of your joy as he sets his head on your lap lest that deter him, you bite back a grin and rest a hand on his back. You avoid needless contact with his head- you get the feeling that’s a iffier place for him. You’d respect it, of course. Your show of patience has been nothing less than outstanding in the past week. Now that you’re finally making headway with him (and yes— his letting you bathe and sit with him is headway), you’re encouraged.

Besides…

Unpredictable. The forbidding advice of the shelter employee rings in your head.

Ahem.

It’s late.

Tomorrow, you’ve another long day of work and second-guessing your surroundings and the people in them. Whether or not you’ll be attacked in your own home by your persistent ex-boyfriend who couldn’t stop meddling with your life even if it meant saving his own.

The doubt, momentarily, is pushed to the back burner.

You smooth your hands through his velvety fur. A strange layer of peace drapes itself over you, warming your chest like a fleece as his back rises and falls, your quiet breaths punctuating his own heaving ones.

“You’re a good boy, you know,” you murmur contentedly as you lay your head back and drift off. A crimson set of eyes regards you carefully, peering up through fine, snowy lashes.

From the barrel of his chest, he lets out a deep rumble like he understands. You know he doesn’t.

Half awake, you weave your fingers along him, “You are. You are a good boy,” as if it’s come as an epiphany to you- made realer as it’s spoken.

Before you let sleep take you entirely, you murmur with a ghost of a grin, teasing despite knowing it’s ridiculous because your words aren’t coherent to him- just a swooning, soft sound to bitten ears—

“Hey… I could tell you didn’t really like Cookie, or Sweetie, or Dragonfruit, but… what about…”

A moment passes. Barely, you register his snout lifting from your thigh.

“Sylus.”

Before dozing off, you’re fairly certain- for his sake- you’d left the lamp on that night.

…But when you wake the next morning to your alarm blaring in the room over, all that lights the living space is the sun streaming through the blinds.

✦

You blink and autumn is in full throttle.

You blink and you’re trading your thin sleep shorts out for pajama pants and slippers- layering your work blouses with wooly cardigans.

Days leap over one another like cards of a rolodex— yours, on your cubicle desk: filled with doodles of the unruly pooch waiting at home for you. Idling over him is all that you can do to ease your mind as anxiety gnaws through.

You worry for him when he’s home alone. Not because you heed the warnings you were once given- ‘he’ll tear a hole in your walls’- but because you care for him, and with that brings the inexplicable want to see him as soon as possible.

Of course, he can’t speak, but he shows in his own way that he misses you too when you’re gone.

Once your shift ends, you do as you did the day before. You quickly take the jacket off your wheely chair and gather your things, waving to the select few coworkers who don’t make you want to rip your hair from the root.

Perhaps if you’re quick enough, you’ll even make it off the bus, to your complex, before the sun sets. You appreciate fall for its colors. Not for the darkness it brings far too early to be comfortable with.

Every alley appears with teeth, in those eerily quiet moments when you make the short trek back home. Cars purr beside you on the congested roads, and despite cursing traffic on the ride to your stop, you’re grateful for it now.

At least more people are out; potential buffers to stave off your crazy ex from putting his hands on you…

Potential witnesses if he does.

Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. Every evening you can’t help but wish you could just- take Sylus with you to work. But for so many reasons that’s just not possible.

Stuffing your hands in your pockets, you breathe out a fine mist and pick up the pace.

You can’t escape dusk from falling- but you can take advantage of the early moments of it right before night comes swinging.

You nervously glance up to the sky, a fiery swatch of orange sat under starry blue, and tell yourself it’s fine.

…It’s fine- and yet you swear on all things holy you can hear boots pacing behind yours—

A gasp. You turn around and get ready to rip your pepper pray from the scabbard that is your pocket- for naught. Emptiness greets you. Sneering and quiet. In the distance, deeper into the city, a car honks. Where you are now though, you’re more or less alone.

You wet your lip where it’s dented from biting. You turn around, and press back on.

It’s okay. You’re almost home. Just a bit further. Within ten minutes you’ll be crooning to your ‘puppy’ and itching behind his ear while he rigidly thumps his tail, closing his eyes indifferently as if he wasn’t hurrying to the door as soon as he heard the lock.

Yes, that’s right. In ten minutes- on the dot (you know because you’re toying with your watch to calm yourself)- you’ll be slipping off your jacket and refilling his water bowl, tossing him scraps as you prepare a nice steak dinner in celebration of your weekend commencing. The fancy wine you’ll pair with it is to help wash it all down and pretend you’re financially better off than you are. Not to help your nerves.

…Even Sylus, the creature who doesn’t understand you even if sometimes it seems he unexplainably does, would be hard-pressed to believe such a feeble lie.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Your heels. A dull, monotonous rhythm against pavement, one you relish now because it fills the crisp, silent air.

Then-

Tap tap tap.

Your heels- “Hey baby, wait up- where ya going?”- with the sound of another and the bone-chilling revelation that every suspicion you had was grounded—

You don’t even turn around. You don’t reason with, stick up the bird to, or even hastily shout a fuck off, creep, over your shoulder because you’re not sure you have the luxury to.

By the sounds of it, he’s already close.

“Oh no you don’t. Come on, baby, just let me fuckin’ talk to you!”

-Closer and gaining still.

Fear rattles through you. It goes from zero to one hundred in a breath- yet how to breathe becomes a distant memory as your lungs still. The pulse in your throat drums, and suddenly your cardigan isn’t enough to save you from the ice eating you from the inside out- a cold sweat already forming at your nape.

You’re in such a panic you even forget about the spray in your pocket- the assortment of makeshift blades (keys, pens that grow knives when you click them) tucked in your purse. You have a small arsenal in there. Yet your mind spins.

“Stop-! I haven’t even been able to visit you lately because of that fucking asshole- since when you’d get a new boyfriend, baby? Do you really not care about me anymore? I just wanna talk!”

No. No no no- and new boyfriend? What-? All thought is dashed from your brain, his hollers becoming static. No, just ignore him, it doesn’t matter what nonsense he spouts to try and get you back- you won’t so much as glance behind you. After all he’s done to hurt and twist and outright disgrace you and your home, you don’t think he deserves it.

You break into a sprint. The concrete path pushes beneath you. You feel like you’re running in a dream, you’re so terrified- but you do run. You run like hell. You run like a girl.

You fiddle for the key in your purse, shaking as the door opens and you slam it behind you. His hand almost gets stuck in it, the knob jiggling loudly just a millisecond after you lock it.

As the reality of what could’ve been settles, you’re horrified. Cold in the face.

Sylus is there, leaping over to reach you. You wonder if the fury you catch in his wide ruby eyes is your imagination or reality; if he has the inexplicable knowing- based on your frazzled state or the noise- that something is terribly wrong.

“Sylus-“

You breathe with relief, but you don’t linger. You skitter past to the kitchen for a weapon- a real, proper one. A snarl rips from his throat as you leave him behind you, shouts sounding in the hallway behind your door. He barks at it. Ferocious and lupine. Surely not the make of a dog, of a pet meant for four walls and a roof— no, it’s a separate beast entirely.

Hostile, unpredictable, growly- dangerous. Oh, you’ve no choice but to hope all the labels on his package are true. That he’ll rip your ex-boyfriend a new one if he finds a way in.

Hyperventilating, limbs like jelly, you stagger over. In the short span of time it takes you to turn out the kitchen and down the corridor, you contemplate either opening the door and saying go boy, go— or simply staying back to ‘defend.’

You turn the corner and blanche.

Someone’s in your house- not the creeping, painfully familiar face, however, no- and he’s naked.

And then, everything you’d been working so hard to build with your froward pet over the months, the foundation of trust and patience, the hard-earned truce made between you both… As red eyes flash at you in warning, a hand taking the shaking knife from your own before he opens the door— it all shifts.

The bottom falls through.

The man opens the door, and perhaps you should be thankful that he takes the squabble outside because you’re sure that the blood spraying from your ex-boyfriend’s nose as it breaks would be impossible to scrub from your walls.

✦

“Relax,” he grouses with a tsk, “I’m not gonna bite.”

With split knuckles, a long leg crossed over the other where he sits on your couch, canines just a little too sharp as they catch in the lamplight- that’s hard to believe.

The blade he’d taken from your hands lies on the cushion beside him, and while you don’t make a grab for it, you think he sees the way you eye it- and the knife block in the kitchen- as you clench your fist to keep yourself from fainting while you gawk.

“Y-You’re not my dog.”

One of his brows lifts with amusement- or challenge, perhaps- as you deny the truth laid out before you. It’s impossible. Of course it’s impossible. He-

That can’t be Sylus.

For a moment you believe he’ll agree. Nod his head and say, no, I’m not your dog- I’m a person; because that’s certainly how he looks. But he doesn’t.

“I simply changed forms,” he explains. “Not who I am to you.”

With nothing else to say- no real rebuttal- you can only flounder. “N-No. You’re not Sylus.”

That pulls a soft huff from him, “Oh, kitten,” he grins a tenuous grin, “I’m wounded. And here I thought your kindness had no takebacks. You gave me that name, didn’t you? Sylus.” He sighs, a heavy, affected sound- like this is no more than a theater play to him as he adjusts on your sofa.

“I guess I’ll just have to settle for something else, then… Is Dragonfruit still up for grabs?”

D-Dragonfruit? How does he…

The way he looks at you then, with a lift of his chin as he angles his brow in provocation, a smirk only touching half his mouth- makes you freeze. The little hairs on your nape rise.

…Yet he’s just as scarred as your pet, with the silver hair and the gemstone eyes— massive, over six foot tall and muscular- and the air about him is… familiar. Too much to be comfortable with.

“Y-You’re not-“

Before you can splutter out another denial, he sighs and drops the bravado. He spares the weapon beside him a dismissive glance, stretching one arm across the back of the couch.

“Look, if you don’t believe me, that’s your choice. I won’t try to convince you,” he states, “I’ll just let my actions speak for themselves in the course of the next few days.”

…What? The next few days? Does he plan to stay? What- no. No no no! This mysterious, albeit helpful stranger (helpful in the way that he shook your persistent ex from your doorstep- through violent means, of course) can’t seriously think you’ll just let him crash at your place after feeding you such a ridiculous lie. He’s not your dog. He’s- he’s not some werewolf that can shapeshift on a whim- those only exist in fairytales and teenage romance novels.

Not in your tiny apartment.

“N-No. You- you’re crazy. You have to leave. You have to! I’ll- I’ll call the cops!”

Not-Sylus seems unfazed. Perhaps even a little offended at your bluffing: the vehemence is there. But the certainty is not.

Sure, the department wasn’t having your stalker drama- but an intrusion you’re actually witnessing like this can’t be easily ignored. If your crappy ex ends up snitching (you doubt it, what with his involvement)- all the more evidence, right?

He all but rolls his eyes, saying like it’s obvious, perhaps even with a mite of amusement, “I’m on your side, kitten. Don’t get all…” he looks you up and down, and you hate the flutter of your heart that’s more than just fearful— it’s self-conscious. “Hissy now.”

You punch out a scoff of disbelief. “You’re some stranger in my house! Look- I appreciate what you did, okay? I really do,” you start. You have to pause in between to take a breath because God knows you mean the words you say- you’re just inwardly afraid that the fix was only quick, not permanent, and with the sudden disappearance of your dog? Good luck protecting yourself now. Fuck, you don’t even know where he went- maybe he booked it out through the door when you were too distracted by the chaos to notice.

But then… why the hell would he leave? He- He’s never done that until now!

You rub your face and stare at him. The fear lends itself to a distant echo the more you realize you’re no longer in immediate danger. The guy is an unwelcome (and flashy, literally) intruder, yes, one your pooch would waste no time in maiming, but he’s not an active threat... You just have to figure out how to get him to leave.

“But my dog is a dog. Not a human. Not… you.” That you even have to say it out loud is ridiculous.

Even if, the longer you stare, the more you begin to believe it.

The scarred skin, the unmistakable, red eyes, and the somewhat bitten ears- his body weathered from what you suspect to be years of tussling in underground fights (evidently: winning them, not without the cost though)…

And that arrogant little air he carries with him, the one that first endeared you so.

Sylus, it all says.

But no. No- this is insane. Months of being stalked and living like a bug under a microscope have made you worse for wear. Impaired your judgment.

He draws you back to the present with his rumbling voice. “Your dog is more than just some animal,” he huffs. “Don’t tell me after all you’ve experienced with the stalker that you’re… frightened of this side of me? Really? Of all things?” His chuckle is as rich as it is short as he shakes his head.

Frightened? No… that becomes a more distant word. You’re more so stunned than anything else right now as the pieces start to fall in alignment with each other.

“Well, how about this,” he offers at your silence, waving his hand. “Let the week pass. By the end of it, you can decide for yourself if I’m real or truly just a figment of your imagination, sweetheart… You…” he lowers his gaze, then. Uncertain, almost.

“You can even decide if you want me to stay.”

He rubs nothing between his fingers, glancing up again with a pointed brow. “Deal?”

And if you say no? If, on the off chance you’re wrong and you kick him right back to the curb- to a sorry life of abandonment and bloody illegal brawls and God knows what else?

Your mouth wavers. “I- I don’t believe it.”

You do believe it. But it’s crazy.

He almost snorts. “You’d better start. But with that pest taken care of now… I think you’ll catch on quite fast,” he grins. “I’m here for you, kitten. Isn’t that what you wanted me for? Protection? Don’t tell me once I serve my use you’ll throw me out?” He laughs. But then he sighs right after, pursing his lips and looking down to his lap where he makes no effort to adjust the thin blanket that covers his nakedness as it nearly slips.

Headstrong. Cocksure. Bored with his surroundings in a way only mature folk really tend to be. The sage advice of that employee flashes in your mind— ‘he’s on the older side, so naturally he’s a bit grumpy, snippy’; really, you shouldn’t gasp at his temperament but with your current situation it’s a little hard not to when he clips out-

“So? Do we have a deal or not?”

And, well, what’s the harm in giving him your couch for one night?

Or several.

✦

A wintry chill pricks up your neck. Along your arms. Down your limbs where they bundle beneath the covers- to the tips of your toes as you respond with a shiver.

It rattles you in tandem with pleasure.

Upon waking, a few things blitz through your mind too fast to catch. For one, you’ve woken before your alarm- meaning you’ll be miserable in the minutes or hours of consciousness before it actually does go off. Secondly, the bed feels heavier.

…As do your bones.

Third— Sylus is not on the couch like he’s been for the past few months. He’s with you, in the comfort of your own bed, and as the wooly blanket slips down your upper half- leaving you to the cold air- it reveals to you a head between your thighs.

Pried open. One held up for a soft kiss while the other is pinned down— both wet. Sticky with- with you.

You gasp. “Sylus-“

You’ve no time to even rub the sleep from your eyes, big weathered hands anchoring you in place, because he lifts his head from his plate for a millisecond when you try to stop him and does something he hasn’t for months.

He snarls.

“Quiet. I’m eating.”

Protective. Territorial. That isn’t your pussy he eats from, lapping fervently at it as if it wasn’t just a number of hours ago you were hand-feeding him steak cubes from the cutting tray— no, it’s his.

He blocks your hand from interfering when it slips beneath the cover. So when that doesn’t work, you attempt to clamp your legs shut (quavering, you realize, on either side of his lupine face). All your efforts- bogged by sleep and the simple fact that he was leagues stronger- are for naught.

‘Good try’, his eyes seem to tease, though, glittering devilishly at you as his tongue flicks your clit. And then, when you hesitantly lie back and rest a hand in his hair- ‘that’s it, kitten.’

“Good girl,” he practically purrs.

He’s got a big appetite. You’ve known that.

Not as much as you do right now.

“Sylus, wait wait wait,” you moan. Life has thrown so much your way, especially in the past year or so, but you never went belly-up for it. You fought and resisted and squared up.

But right now, half of you almost wants to take him lying down- let him take his fill of you and then pin you down to take some more. Let him have his way with you, whatever that may entail.

But you- You have work tomorrow, and- and responsibilities—

“Hush,” he goes, voice muffled, having some preternatural ability to tell just what you’re thinking. He drifts a hand up your belly to splay over the valley of your breast. Your heart thumps beneath his callous palm like a metronome. Like a ticking clock, counting down the seconds or hours before you need to get up and get ready. Start a day in which you leave home, leave Sylus, and spend the rest of it longing to get back.

“Just take the day off.”

Grudgingly, you lie your head back. It’s… not a great idea, but as your rationale clouds, it seems like your best one.

“O-Okay.”

As a hot, long tongue stripes up your pussy and then his other hand, the one he used to comfort you in his own weird way, slinks downward again- the ceiling becomes too boring to bear.

So you glance down.

He’s handsome as all get out. Really, a couple months ago when he first appeared to you as a human, that was all you could think as days passed and you became grossly aware that you were sharing a confined space with a man. That you had been all along— and your prancing around the apartment half-naked was just one of the countless spectacles he’d seen.

He never pounced, though. Never lunged. Never bit you like a dog or hurt you like a man, even when every bit of his crude exterior screamed hazardous. He was a good boy. And you don’t care what form he takes; he took you as you are, didn’t he? When you were scared of your own shadow and a little snippy because of it. He let you hold the leash to his heart and snarled at anything that came too close- protected you against your piece of crap ex without prompting. Turned your fear into a mellow thing.

Warmth prods at your heart. Loosens your legs up where they clench around his head.

That day at the pound turns in your memory like a spindle.

You could’ve lost him. He- He could’ve been gone forever hadn’t you showed.

…But you did show. For the shitty time you’d been having, Sylus was your one silver lining. You were there for each other as a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold.

Your fingers tug gently on his scalp. Fruity shampoo breathes out from the blanket when you flip it over his head to allow him better access. Nerves eat you from the inside out. You’ve seen the looks, the hungering glances and felt the fingertips that linger in seemingly innocent touches:

Finally experiencing the culmination of his quiet longing is a whole different game, though.

Slurps ring out from your thighs. Your sighing, candied words- spoken in that ridiculous tone reserved only for him- make his ears perk atop his head.

“Good boy,” you breathe. “Y-You’re perfect.”

He rewards your obedience with a finger, thick and delightful. You gasp and arch your back into his hands- or, his one hand- a throaty moan rippling from his open mouth. The several little muscles in his face go lax when you coyly guide him deeper into your cunt and he melts.

“You taste delicious,” he whispers. “Sweet girl. I can-“ a deep, shivering inhale. Not from you- from him. “I can smell how much you want it…. You’re soaked.”

You mewl his name and almost reach full relaxation ‘til you glance back down and, with the covers off, spot where his other hand disappears. He’s naked- not in the boxer briefs and sweatpants you’d bid him goodnight in- and holds his fat, upright cock in his hand.

And his hand is big. Can dwarf every part of you with its hold.

His cock is somehow bigger.

Your heart leaps from your chest as he eyes you. He’s daunting. Every bit intimidating and then some- especially as you realize he won’t be just content with kitten licking your pussy, delicious as it is, and ending the intimate moment right afterward.

Dogs will always take the bowl if you slide them one: and then look to you later for seconds.

Point is- he’s insatiable.

You shiver as raunchy images flash in your brain— rough fingers pinning back your thighs as he rams inside you, setting a relentless pace as he bites and sucks and claims.

In your imagination, he doesn’t pull out when he comes.

…What really takes your breath is the engorged knot at the base of him, though, flushed an impatient red. Fattening by the second.

Cum- not pre- dribbles from the tip. For how long he’s been at this, you don’t know.

“Sylus-!” You mean to shriek it, but you can only manage a whispering scream. “Wait, wait, wait! what do you have in your hand-!“

A grin plays at his lips. Crooked, recalcitrant.

Challenging.

He’s hardly lucid, what with the delicious heat emanating from the slick lips he stuffs a second finger in, to acknowledge your question, so it’s surprising when he pulls back a centimeter to make an answer. Lust grips him tight— the need to fuck and take and mount— but that concerned, cute little bump in your brow is one he wants to smooth.

It’s the least he can do.

“Take a guess,” he sussurates, licking slowly up your inner thigh. Torturing you. “It’ll be in yours soon though, kitten, so get ready.”

Your eyes bulge from your skull.

His response: a low chuckle paired with a moan.

From that point on, even as he suckles expertly at your puffy clit, working you to a sniveling mess as you scream on his fingers, you’re focused entirely on what he’s doing below the blanket. He palms at himself- it’s all he can do to relieve the ache as he wrestles with his fraying self-control- massaging his balls and knot as they throb.

When he withdraws his digits from you, eyes drooping at the cream coating his knuckles before fluttering back at the taste of it— you lie back down and gulp.

Taking work off today is a good idea. You can already think of a few excuses. Not being able to walk properly is one of them. Being unable to get out of bed… Feeling so sore and feverish after he’s fucked you into pyrexia that you can’t even move an inch without being reminded of it.

He straightens. The cover slips off him entirely and he’s tall. Hulking. Painting you in his shadow- but the moonlight brings out the sheer hunger on his face, and you alight with warmth all over again.

You hope he’s primed you. You pray he’s done good to prepare you for what’s to come. Because oh, it’s coming. You know that.

“Now,” he heaves, dragging your legs either side of him as he kneels. You can tell he’s not well off, trying to muster a cocksure grin but failing as he perspires at the temple. “To the good part.”

You frown at that, almost- a pang of hurt weaving through the haze of desire and the smell of your musk on his fingers as he licks them clean again, ever thorough. He notes the flicker of your brow with a thoughtful pause and then a sigh, shaking his head as he grabs your jaw and angles his front down.

He chuckles, and you experience a singular flash of softness when he goes, “Oh, so sensitive… Don’t pout. I thoroughly enjoyed the opening too, kitten.”

You’re shaking. Insides molten with the pure want for him to just- to just do something already. There’s no opportunity to come down from your high because you feel his cock bob against your tummy as he sets himself up, and you burn anew.

Oh, you love him. You really do. He’s endearing in all the places he shouldn’t be. He’s charming and strong and willing to fight for you. So you don’t care if he’s a little old and slow on the uptake when it comes to new tricks- territorial and intimidating. He’s yours.

Eyes half open, you lift your hands to trail from his pecs to his firm, scarred belly. With a hiss, he trembles. Catches your wrists and tuts at you a second later, saying, “It’s better to keep those at your side. Once you get me going, I won’t be easy to stop.”

And you’d be half tempted to tease him some more, you know, but fuck if he isn’t massive. And fuck if you aren’t a little scared for it.

So you clutch the sheets as he drives himself inside with a grunt, and settle below him. You trust he’ll take care of you.

The entrance is, at first, surprisingly smooth, what with the natural lube you’ve provided for him. You let him lift your ass and bend you into a bow-shaped thing so he can hit deeper- and that’s when there’s some turbulence.

Your fingers curl into the cotton fabric. You brace and wait for the sting to subside. When you realize your eyes are clamped shut, though, you open them to see his expression and pall at the sight of him.

He’s gorgeous. Even when he looks like he’s ready to sneeze- brow scrunched and jaw slack as he dragoons himself inside, tormentingly slow- he’s nothing less than charming through your lens. But you’re thankful for the time he gives you to adjust because you need it.

Frankly, if he intends to put his knot inside— and he fucking won’t, there’s just no way— the walls of your pussy need the patience on his end.

For several seconds, Sylus does not breathe. You’re sizzling hot; when he eventually bottoms out, he can’t tell where he starts and you end- all he knows is that it’s gooey and warm and so fucking tight his balls throb. He deliquesces between your thighs. You welcome him, your body like a landing pad.

He supposes, right then, you’ve always been very hospitable.

Sylus curses. “Ngh, you’re tight... Loosen up,” he presses his forehead to yours and hisses out through his teeth. His eyes glitter like rhodolite in the dark. Reverent hands run down your side and clasp your hip. With your slick still coating his lips- tangy sweet, you find, as he presses them to yours- you realize he’s worshipful. The moonlight pouring in the blinds makes his silhouette glow a true blue.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, swiping over your bottom lip with his tongue. “Sweet, and soft. And a very good girl. I’ve got your back. You know that, don’t you?” Then, he draws his hips back and—

Your little bed judders. But the squeak that sounds out is yours as he ruts back inside and your labia brushes with his knot.

He won’t put it inside. He won’t. You’re sure of it. Mutts only do that when they’re mating. Mutts only do that. Sylus is- is so much more than that, and….

“Mmm,” an uncontrollable moan escapes you as he begins to move, like really move, and your eyes roll.

With some difficulty, he continues. “You’re naive. Plucking something like me from its cage. But I admire your bravery, kitten, so— f- uck— let me just show you, hm? How far my loyalty goes?”

Void of words, you nod.

The reindeer-patterned bedsheets aren’t enough. Your hands leave them in favor of Sylus, grasping around his back so tight your fingertips can make out the raised scars there. Planes of muscle flexing with divots with every thrust forward.

Offhandedly, he hits that sweet spot inside you. Your nails dig in by accident, and you say his name, stringing out the syllables in a delightful, dizzying mewl.

The floodgates- they burst open. Something in him gives.

He rams forward, abandoning his restraint altogether as his furry, salt-and-peppered tail whacks the mattress beneath you. That fat swell below his cock teases at your sweltering hole with every pump inside, and Sylus burrows his nose into your sweaty neck to whimper.

You’ve never heard such a noise escape him before. Huffs, grumbles, long, exaggerated sighs he makes whenever he finds a nice spot to lay down (usually on you), as if he pays the rent around here— but never that.

He whines, words strained, “Think you can take my knot? Hah… Nod your head for me, kitten- because I don’t think that I can stop it. I can’t wait any longer. I need you to…” he shudders, “take it.”

One moment you’re nervously glancing down to monitor him- and the next he’s nudging your head back with his nose before crashing his lips to yours. Your eyes widen when he flips you over, presses his chest to your back, and thrusts inside with vigor.

With the new angle, you stretch around him with a mewl, but every bone in your body locks when his hips slam flush to your ass and—

His knot pops inside with a gasp.

Throwing your hands to the strong ones he latches around your midriff, you wail. He clings to you like a limpet, his thighs trembling behind yours as he moans endlessly in your ear. Pointed teeth graze at the nape of your neck. He doesn’t bite- but amidst the warp of pain and a pleasure so intense it gives you vertigo, you distantly realize that he probably wants to.

He holds himself off. Breath hitching as his pelvis claps into you. Euphoria rolls across him, shocks him like a static bolt, every fiber of his being awash with it as his jaw falls open and he succumbs to you.

When he comes, it’s so hard his ears ring.

The walls of your pussy become less hospitable, then, clenching around him so tight as you both cum that for a moment, he can’t even say a word to ease you. He aches inside you- you can feel it. The girth of him twitching as your heat swallows him up with a spasm. His knot takes all thought from your brain. Stuffed inside your poor hole, tumid and veiny.

You feel him coalesce with you, too. Eagerly rutting his seed inside (ensuring it sticks, you realize when he drops a finger to your folds, checking for leakage), releasing rope after rope of hot cum as you go limp and take it.

You offer up a choked mewl when he kisses at your spine, brushing your hair aside just to access your neck where he licks and sucks. You trust Sylus not to get carried away with a bite if he did, to lose out to what he’s been taught.

Evidently, he doesn’t trust himself.

Your fingers dig into his thick, scarred forearm and he sighs behind you- a long, feeble sound. He’s barely able to keep himself draped over you- let alone support your own position beneath him, what with the soup you’ve made of his brain- but he manages.

Silence sprawls out as you attempt to steady your breaths. All that comes in between it is the occasional, wet squelch and the gusting inhales he takes at the column of your neck.

“It… hurts. So good…” he hisses after several beats. Only marginally brought back to reality, you flutter your eyes open and offer a yip back. “You’re doing so well, though… Just-“ He twitches inside you, then, throbbing like a second pulse point, his cock undulating in your walls, greedily taking up all the space.

“Fuck. Stay still, sweet girl,” he grunts, harebrained. His eyes crinkle and close. “I want it all inside. Don’t wanna see so much as a drop escape that perfect, tight pussy. Hah- you hear me?”

“Y-Yes,” you quiver back. Speaking is too difficult, you realize a second later, shoving your open mouth into the pillow as you pant for air.

Yet, you can’t help but ask with a slur, “Sylus- when- when will it be over?”

He moans, right in your ear. Goosebumps run up your naked body- all that clothes you.

“It’s too big,” you cry.

“No,” he quips. “It’s just right.”

As if on cue, your cunt gives another squeeze around him, milking him for all he’s worth. In response, he bows his forehead into the crook your shoulder and jaw make to bury a whine, and your mind spins when you register his balls, hanging fat against your ass, lurching. And oh, you’re spilling, you can feel it, beginning to ooze profusely from your puffy lips even as he keeps it plugged; really, even if Sylus wanted to separate from you (he doesn’t), he couldn’t.

There’s nothing in him that wants the distance. The idea of self-autonomy. The idea of independence. No- he’s all yours.

“We’ll wait it out,” he breathes. Coasting a hand along your belly in an effort to placate you. He knows it can’t be easy for you. But the world— that stupid, irksome ex-boyfriend of yours— needs to understand where your heart belongs. There’s no better way to show that than to demonstrate it first with the body.

And you—

(Bitten by his branding kiss, supple skin covered with the divots of his teeth, your belly full of his veritable seed-)

Well. Nobody should look at you, he decides in his spirit right then, and come to any other conclusion but the one that you’re his.

Unmistakably, irrevocably, his.

“It’ll subside soon enough,” he soothes with a peck to your throat, a surprisingly chaste move. He loops his arms around your waist again and carefully- mindful not to exacerbate the heady ache- maneuvers on his side, pulling your back to his front. He whispers at your ear, “So long as you don’t move or stir me up, we’ll be fine.”

Yet, a set of canines brush at your jugular, and again- there’s that inkling, this time in better clarity, that passes your conscience. You know he wants to bite. To mark. To claim. You know it and have the vague idea of all it entails, yet he… won’t.

With a frown, cursing as you turn ever so slightly and his fat knot shifts inside you, you hazily meet his eyes.

His are practically glowing, laying heavy on you. Charting across your face the moment they make contact, observing every brief flicker of your expression to try and assign a feeling— happiness, he hopes, contentedness— to it. His lashes totter and you burn with shame when a lewd suck rings between your legs, his cock wet all the way down to the slight plush of his abdomen.

You don’t mean to pout, “why won’t you-“

“Not yet, Kitten,” he scolds. Trying to swallow down a pit of self-consciousness in your throat, you murmur, “What, do you not want me?” Sylus huffs as if offended. His eyes drag from your lips to your searching eyes.

“Really, kitten? …What, should I give you an equally stupid answer?”

Oh, you’d tug his tail if you had the luxury of moving right now-

“Of course I want you. Can’t you tell?” He sighs, then, burrowing his nose into your neck almost to hide. His ears droop along his head, donning a relaxed look.

“So. Did you like it..?”

“Y-Yeah…” you murmur, carefully looping a hand back to stroke behind his fuzzy ears. “But, I just… I thought you’d really do it, I thought you’d really tie us together-“

He chuckles richly. “We’re already tied together, kitten,” peppering another kiss below your jaw, licking appreciatively at the sweat that clings to soft skin. “I’ve belonged to you for some time now, haven’t I?”

Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s right.

“I- I guess so. Yeah.”

“So no more whining,” he lifts his chin to sample your lips, this time- his knot still throbbing white-hot and insistently inside you (albeit the ache is lessening)- eyes lidded as he conveys his affections.

“I’ll do it when we’re both ready. When…” He pauses to swallow.

In that short frame of time before he next speaks, you’re drawn to all his scarring. The faded ligature marks around his neck, the seemingly permanent gnashes along his body (which was a touch too lean before you familiarized him with good food). The nip taken from one of the ears sat atop his silvery, mussed locks. In that moment, you don’t see the misshapen, loveless thing he was beaten into— but rather the softness he worked to regain for you.

“When I know it’s manageable.”

If he feels unsure of himself- whether he can remain… civil, for lack of a better word, amidst the fervent haze that a mark would bring about— then you suppose you could wait for a bit longer.

“Okay,” you murmur with a faint, understanding smile, caressing one half of his face dotingly. You tilt your head slightly to plant a firm, benevolent kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“But you’ll always be a good boy to me, okay? I trust you. I told you before- you’re perfect-“ Rather roughly, he noses your head back into the pillow, readjusting his iron hold around you as he grumbles into your hair.

“…Hush. Now close your eyes and go back to bed. I’ll tell you when it’s ready to pull out.”

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, + 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐��𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 ♡

[okiedokrie]

size kink go brr

Summary: Reader is horny, Mingyu is big, size kink go brrr

Characters/Pairing: Boyfriend!Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Smut, dirty, self-indulgent, porn without plot. (Crack, yeah, this is a crackfic smut.)

AU/Trope info: Established relationship. No thoughts, head empty, monster cock Mingyu.

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Female reader, smut warnings under the cut

A/N: reskin of another fic i wrote for ateez bc I need to feed yall

Smut Warnings: cunnilingus, degradation and praise at the same time(?), choking, very large emphasis on the fact that reader is getting split open by what is essentially a third leg, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, creampie, reader starts crying at one point but Mingyu isnt into that, biting, reader overstimulated to the point she short-circuits. 

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You screamed as he gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair as two of his large fingers scissored you open. The dirty slurping noises come from Mingyu as he ate you like a starved man, he groans and almost buries his nose in your pelvis, breathing in your scent, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as if your pussy was the best thing in his mouth after fried chicken. 

He bucks into the mattress, dick hard and leaking at the tip in his boxers, if you kept moaning so pornographically and pulling at his hair he might just jizz in his pants. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs hard, pulling your pussy closer to his face, the man was on a mission to make you cream (or better yet, squirt) all over his face; an essential part of his skincare, at least that’s what he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Mingyu! Mingyu! I’m cumming- cumming-!” You whine out, clamping your thighs around his head as you push his face closer, Mingyu welcomes your orgasm with his whole mouth by messily slurping your cum. He pulls away from your cunt once you start cringing from overstimulation, using his hand to wipe your cum off his chin.

He quickly discards his pants and boxers, “Help me get your legs over my shoulders babe.” He says as you hook your hands under your thighs, spreading out your legs as Mingyu slots himself between you, pumping his dick quickly. “Fuck, you should see how hot you look, so tiny and so willing to take everything I give you.” He said while lining his dick to your entrance. You can feel the tip of his dick prodding at your hole, you bit your lip as you brace for the entrance of his gargantuan, monster cock; I’m talking thiccc with three ‘c’s, third leg, can play baseball with the fucking moon kind of big.

You hiss as the tip of his cock breaches your entrance, his large calloused hands guide your hips onto his dick as he pushes in more. You hiss at the delicious sting of his dick, removing your hands from your legs and opting to claw at the bedsheets, Mingyu takes one takes a hand that was once guiding your hips to hold onto the headboard, the view from below was great.

You slowly take him inch by inch, and even with how wet you are the penetration still seems to burn, it took a lot more time than you think for Mingyu to bottom out, like, when I say MONSTER COCK I MEAN it. Once he does bottom out, his pelvis meeting with your ass, the tip of his angry cock pressing up against your cervix and pushing away some of your organs. 

He pulls out slowly, gauging your reaction to every vein and ridge on his cock, as he pushes back in you furrow your eyebrows, biting your lip as you feel his dick rub the entire inside of your pussy. He groans when you clench around him, nails digging into the wood of the headboard as he starts with a gentle pace, moving his hips in and out slowly at first, before speeding up the roll of his hips.

“Holy shit- Mingyu! Fuck so big, too big-!” You cry out, you really can’t be sure that’s what you said though, even if he isn’t fucking into you at an animalistic pace he still manages to fuck the brain cells out of you, you might just be babbling nonsense right now. He makes a noise between a moan and a groan, biting the inside of his cheek, “You take everything I give you- you understand?” He grunts out, speeding up again and pinning you down more, he is low enough for you to feel his hard breaths on your ear, he bites down on your shoulder in an attempt to quiet down his noises, he wants to hear you.

You grip his arms, moaning in a high pitch and babbling nothing in particular, Mingyu was fucking you stupid with his giant cock and you couldn’t be happier, his pace now was brutal, the skin of your ass stinging with how hard his pelvis has smacked into it, you could feel yourself get embarrassingly close already. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries as your orgasm was speedily approaching, you clenched around his dick to signal to him your incoming orgasm, but it never came, because suddenly Mingyu got off and pulled out, denying you your orgasm. 

You whine in frustration, making more babbling noises and doing grabby hands at Mingyu, he chuckles and bites his lip, looking up and down your naked body, from your hard and perky nipples to your abused and tender hole. He finally enters you again after making sure your climax is nowhere to be seen, this time he starts fucking into you with fervor, holding your hips up to hit the deepest part of you, “Fuuck- that’s it, take my cock like the good fucking cum slut you are-” He says, somehow the combination of his praise and degradation make you whine out, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts, head empty, only big Mingyu and his big cock destroying your insides.

You were so, so close again, but Mingyu slowed down the aggressive pace of his hips, stopping his thrusts and just grinding down slowly, you started to cry, you wanted to cum so badly but Mingyu didn’t let you for the second time already, “Fuck- Mingyu, please please please, let me cum! I’ve been so good, please-!!” Mingyu, not having the heart to deny you again, finally decides that he was going to let you cum.

He lays down, “Go on and ride me, babe, I know how much you love to bounce on my cock.” He says, so naturally, you jump up and immediately straddle his hips, sinking onto his cock quickly, he takes a sharp intake of air as you enthusiastically start rolling your hips, grinding down on him. You place your hands on his large and firm chest, then you start bouncing up and down his cock, loving the sting of his giant dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Mingyu can feel himself coming closer to his high as you clamp down on his dick like a vice, trying to milk him for his worth, he grips your hips and starts bucking up into you, you whine out and babble expletives, mouth hanging open and drooling, digging your nails into his chest as your orgasm approached you quickly.

You throw your head back and finally cum, your jaw slacking open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the spasming of your pussy pushes Mingyu over the edge too, sending his load straight into your womb, this action threw you violently into another orgasm, making you choke out a strangled moan as your cringe of oversensitivity.

You both pant out, you’re exhausted and sweaty, muscles sore, pussy raw, and you just want to pass out in a tub full of warm water. Mingyu shares the same sentiment, so he runs a bath for both of you to get cleaned up, and once you two are done taking a bath, you sit down on the edge of the tub while Mingyu changes the ruined sheets. He tucks you under his arm, kisses your forehead, and you both pass out.

FIN.

[skyracha]

More to Love

[Seungmin x chubby!reader]

RQ: @sunnybunnybabygirl

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POV: You’re visiting Seoul for the very first time with some friends. On a night out, you have some wardrobe troubles but a handsome stranger helps you with your confidence.

Content: absolute fluff, but also like kinda suggestive but in a cute way? who am I kidding freak!seungmin returns yall, kissing, cursing, reader has insecurities so negative self image talk, CREEP ALERT before seungmin gets introduced, drinking, sexual content, partying

a/n: ngl this is 90% world building and 10% the pairing i’m sorry this kinda turned into a crack fic. not proofreading just going on pure vibes

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I felt so nauseous. Like I was going to puke right here in my hotel room. Not from nerves or anxiety, but because my shapewear was suffocating me.

This girls trip to Seoul was meant to be fun and a way for my friend group to relax and let loose. Now here I was 5 days into our trip and all I’ve been is self conscious.

I’m used to being a little plusher than most since all my friends are on the thinner side, but in Seoul? I stick out like a sore thumb.

I run my hands down my sides, my curves overly accentuated in the dress my friend Yena picked out. My friends never made me feel this way or uncomfortable, in fact they were my personal hype women, but sometimes it crept up.

I had a tummy, wide hips, love handles- etc. Most of the time it never bothered me, but everyone here was picture perfect it was intimidating. My friends were being approached by people on the street everywhere we went, and I hadn’t even gotten a shop clerk to say ‘hello’.

I bit my lip when a knock sounded on the bathroom door. “Girl get your ass out here! I wanna see your hot self in the dress!” Yena shouts from the other side. I can’t help but laugh, reluctantly opening the door.

Her jaw drops and she takes a few steps back, holding up her hands. “I’m lost for words. Girl you look sexyyyy!!” She squeals.

I laugh at her. “Says you!” Her dress was skin tight with a skirt detail. It fit her beautifully, but I always thought everything fit her well.

Yena was tall but still had enough curves to make her proportionate. It was so unfair. She was considered “mid-size” but her height made her even out some in her mid section. She had bigger hips like me, but her hourglass shape made them look good on her.

Her phone dings and she shimmies as she reads it. “Okay- the other girls are downstairs. Penn says she found us a party to crash. She somehow got us on the list.”

We both pack our small purses and head downstairs to join the group. There were 8 of us in all: Me and Yena, Penelope (Penn) and Eden, Lauren and Circe, Kie and Avon. Kie and Avon were out with family and would meet us later. We’d all been friends since our school years. “So where’s this party?” I say as we walk outside to catch our Uber.

“An old friend of mine lives in Seoul, and he found out we were in the area and said he’d put us on the list. I figured a private party was better than a public club.” She shrugs and smiles.

“Why do I feel this man is more than just an old friend?” Lauren pokes Penn’s side as she tries to swat away Lauren’s hand.

“We mayyy have slept together once or twice- or for a few weeks while I studied abroad.” She coughs as we all laugh.

“I hope there’s cute boys there.” Eden sticks her tongue out and scrunches her nose. “All of us better be bumping and grinding tonight!!” She shakes her butt on me. “Especially you Y/N! I am determined to find you a boy toy tonight.”

I shake my head, “Good luck with that. I’m more excited for the whole getting so drunk I can’t move in the morning thing.”

“Amen sister!” Circe high fives me. “I plan on finding us a sugar daddy to buy us shots and drinks all night.”

“Oh- drinks are free at this party.” Penn throws it over her shoulder before confirming our Uber and climbing in. “Wait, you’re not with Uber?”

We all perk up as she pauses halfway getting in. “Oh! Okay!! Girls come on! My friend sent us a car!”

“Who is this guy?” Yena says to me as we climb in last. It’s like a limo inside, the backseat wrapping around the inside so we’re all facing each other.

“I’m not sure what you did for this mystery man, but keep it up. I could get used to this treatment.” Circe pops open a bottle of champagne and drinks straight from the bottle.

“None of your business.” Penn laughs and takes a swing from the bottle, passing it around to all of us.

Suddenly Yena shrieks and pulls out a bunch of shooters from a compartment. “SHOTSS!!”

We all shout as she passes them out, and Yena halts us to make a toast. “Here’s to dancing- A vertical expression of horizontal intention!!” And she knocks back her shot with a shake of her head.

We all follow her lead as we laugh. “We’re pulling up now maams.” The driver says over his shoulder as the car stops.

“Let’s go find your man.” Eden practically crawls over all of us to get out.

Lauren pulls her back. “Hold on Kie just texted me her and Avon are already inside?”

We all scramble to get out of the car and Penn leads us to the door. The venue is a giant house, people are everywhere inside and outside. The bass from the music shakes the ground as we get up to the door and a young man runs out to meet us.

He’s around the same height as Yena, but taller than the rest of us and has black hair and dark eyes. “Penn darling!” He immediately goes to bring her into a hug where both of his hands grab her ass.

The rest of us exchange glances and awkwardly stand around. “You never told me your friends were so gorgeous.” He looks over all of us, still hanging onto Penn with one arm. “I’m Yeosang, nice to meet you ladies.” He winks and waves us inside.

Immediately upon entering, the house is crammed full of people, and we all have to hang onto each other to keep from getting separated. Yeosang quickly gives us a rundown of where everything is before dissapearing into the crowd with Penn.

“This is more than I think I bargained for.” Lauren says. “I’ll be at the bar if you need me.” With that, We’re down to 4.

“Should we try to find Kie and Avon?” I say, but Eden laughs.

“I already found Avon.” She points to a table on the far wall, surrounded by people. On top of the table is Avon, dancing with a dark haired man. “Come on!!” She grabs my hand, which causes the other two to grab onto me and each other as Eden leads us over there.

“You’re here!!!” Avon shouts as we get up to the table. The man she’s with is absolutely working the crowd as they dance together, singing along to the music playing. “This is Jay!” She shouts.

Yena spots two men in the crowd and drags Circe with her, “I see myself a tree to climb and he has a friend.” Suddenly Eden and I are the only ones left.

Jay brings another man up onto the table and he’s rather tall. “Yunho give me the cans! Avon is gonna show me how to shotgun!”

“Let’s do body shots!!” Avon turns and suggests.

“Maybe we should go find drinks?” I say to Eden, and she nods as we head to the bar.

We both stop in our tracks when we see Lauren sitting with at least 4 shot glasses in front of her and a drink. She sees us and goes wide eyed. “No! I am drinking freely tonight and you can all entertain yourselves!”

“We’re just getting drinks.” Eden says with her hands up in defense. Lauren was always the mom of the group, so this was like a night off for her.

“How many kids do you have?” We hear a male ask.

Sitting next to Lauren was blonde man with curly hair. “I have 7 kids.” She says. “Two there,” she points to us, “One’s on that table over there, and I don’t even care where the other ones are.”

He laughs as Eden and I lean on the bar waiting to order. “I have 7 as well and I don’t know where they are right now.” He sees Eden and I watching and waves at us. “Hi, I’m Bangchan, but you can call me Chris.”

We both introduce ourselves, but Lauren orders them another round of shots drawing his attention back to her. Eden flags down the bartender and orders our drinks.

We make our way to the dance floor when I hear Yena’s laugh. I turn to see her throw her head back onto a tall man’s shoulder as she dances against him. They’re both laughing and smiling despite the sexual nature of their movements. She spots me and Eden and waves us over, where I see Circe with a man as well. They’re both drinking out of large cups, and laughing.

They don’t even notice us as they go to the bar and dissapear. “Y/N!!! Eden!!! This is Mingi!!” Yena is definitely already tipsy and the man seems intoxicated as well but he backs off her when we approach.

I nod as he goes to shake my hand. “Are you Yena’s friends? I met Circe, she’s off with my friend San.” He says in an overly loud voice, way louder than he needed to be.

“Yeah we-“ Eden was gone. “I am.” I do a quick scan and see her talking to a gorgeous specimen of a man.

Yena and Mingi start dancing again, and I’m suddenly taking in all of my friends as Eden and the man are now making out. “His name is Wooyoung if you’re curious.” I startled at the voice behind me.

I turn to see a blonde man with freckles. “Felix. Nice to meet you.” He smiles and I’m pretty sure he’s the human version of the Sun. “I haven’t seen you at one of these before.”

“My friend knows Yeosang? He got us in.” I smile awkwardly, dying to get out of this crowd of people.

“Oh Penn? I know her. She came to a few of these back in the day.” He laughs and I nod. “I take it this isn’t your scene?”

“No, not really.” I fiddle with my drink straw and gaze around. The only friend I haven’t seen yet is Kie, but she’s the shy type and probably hiding out somewhere.

All my other friends have found guys and are having the time of their life.

Penn is off somewhere with Yeosang doing who know what. Eden is 3 feet from me with Wooyoung basically fucking with their clothes on while dancing. Circe is off with San drinking her little heart out. Lauren is making friends with Chris, getting drunk like a tiresome single parent. Yena is grinding and laughing with Mingi smiling brighter than I’ve seen in awhile. And then there’s Avon dancing and doing body shots with Jay.

Meanwhile I’m standing here doing nothing, per usual. “I have a few friends that way too. Do you want to get a drink?” He smiles again and I look down at my still half-full cup.

“I appreciate it but I’m okay. I think I’m going to try to find a bathroom.” I smile back at him and he wishes me well before I wonder towards the hallway Yeosang pointed out earlier.

I find the bathroom and knock on the door before opening it, but I jump back at the sight. “Y/N!!!”

I see Kie try to cover her half naked self with a man hovering over her and she’s sat on the counter. “Kie?!”

“This is Jungwon…” She says sheepishly and I look to him to see his face is bright red and he looks like he’s going to cry.

“I’ll just….” I close the door and then go back to the main room. Even Kie found something, or well someone in this case, to do.

—

A few hours later and the party has completely changed vibes. Lauren and Chan are now doing shitty kareoke on the platform in this lounge, Circe and San are drunkily passed out in a corner booth, Penn and Yeosang are still yet to be found again along with Kie. Jungwon on the other hand was on the other side of the room from me being heckled by his friends.

Avon and Jay are now doing shots and making drinks behind the bar, still the energetic and wild child people they are. Eden and Wooyoung are still on the dance floor, his shirt now half unbuttoned and her dress riding up her legs, both of them absolutely disheveled.

Yena and Mingi left the party an hour ago. Hopefully they went to his and not the hotel room I share with her.

I sat at a table off to the side, just observing as I typically did when we all went out. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing by yourself?”

I look up to see a man I haven’t seen yet tonight. He looks older, but something in my gut twists. “Just responsible for my friends.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have some fun. Come on sweetheart let me show you a good time.” The man is visibly wasted, and quickly approaching my personal space. He leans on the wall behind me as he completely covers my space with himself, my face uncomfortably close to his crotch.

“I’m not interested.” I try to shove at him, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to stand and pulls me against him. I almost puke at the smell of alcohol coming off of him.

“Too bad, you’re alone, I’m alone come on let’s go.” He begins dragging me by my wrist across the room, leading to the hallways when I feel an arm snake around my waist and pull me backwards into them.

“Babe! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The arms turn me around and I’m met with a handsome man smiling down at me. “Who’s your friend?”

He looks up and I follow his gaze to see the creep is nowhere to be found. The man slightly loosens his grip on me. “Thanks for that.”

“No problem, I’m Seungmin by the way.” He puts the hand not around my waist in his pocket.

“I’m Y/N.” The way he’s staring down at me is so intimidating, like he’s trying to read me.

“Oh no.” Seungmin looks behind me on the floor and I follow his gaze to see my drink. “Let me get you a new one, please.”

“They’re free here?” I laugh, but subconsciously I can’t get my mind away from his hand still around my waist.

“Let’s just pretend they aren’t yah?” He smiles and we head to the bar. “Did you come here alone?”

“No I came with friends but I’m pretty sure two of them left with guys and the others are all dispersed. Ones doing Kareoke.” I point to Lauren, who is now attempting to keep up with Chris as they kareoke a song in Korean. If everybody at this party wasn’t plastered, I’m pretty sure it’d be offensive.

“That’s your friend? That’s my hyung! They seem to be getting along pretty well.”

“You’re one of his kids?” My eyes widen.

“Yes.” He groans. “We’re all apart of a group, 8 in all. He’s the oldest. Can I ask why you’re not into all this?”

“I never have been. I’m usually the odd man out while all my friends are swarmed by other girls at the party or guys trying to get with them. No one really does that to me, so I tend to do my own thing.” I shrug.

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows knit together.

A harsh laugh comes out, “You have eyes. Do you think guys wanna naturally come up to me in a club? Look at my friends.” I point out the ones I can find. “Versus me. You really think guys are gonna choose this over them?”

Seungmin stares at my friends for a few moments, and then looks me over twice. “Yeah, I do. I am.”

I have to blink to comprehend his words. “You’re what?”

“Choosing you. You’re acting like you’re not absolutely stunning.” He puts a hand on my arm and squeezes.

“I’m confused. What’s happening here?”

Seungmin laughs and then moves so my back in against the bar counter and he’s leaning into me with both hands on either side of me. “You think just because you don’t wear a single digit size means you’re not worthy? You really think there’s no guys out there that like that?” His stare becomes predatory. “If you do, then you’re sorely mistaken princess. I happen to like a girl with curves, with hips that I can grab onto, it’s just more to love.”

I audibly swallow and blurt out, “I think I need a shot.”

—

An hour later, I’m sitting on Seungmin’s lap at a table where 3 of his friends have joined us along with Chris and Lauren.

Changbin is one of the friends, and he was accompanied by a brunette who I spent most of my time talking to. “We need to do kareoke, please!!!”

“No, you’re drunk and if you try to rap it’ll be incoherent unlike me who’s flawless even when inebriated.” The man who was introduced as Han pretends to flip his hair behind his shoulder.

“Puh-lease,” The third who I knew from earlier as Felix starts now. “We all know if anyone wants to rap when they’re two sheets to the wind, it would be Mingi if he was here. That man can defy anything and still find a way to rap and sing, even anesthesia.”

We all laugh, and Changbin slams his fist down. “I’m doing kareoke with or without you.” He points to me, “Give me a song to rap to!!”

“Uh- I don’t know!! Super Bass by Nicki Minaj?!” The table cheers and Changbin runs up to the kareoke booth.

“No! Wait for me!!” Han runs up after him as the music starts. The table we’re all at is luckily right off the front of the stage, so we have front row seats to this concert.

“Should I do one?” Seungmin says in my ear.

I have turn to him, “Sure but don’t expect me to get up there with you.” We both laugh and Seungmin taps my lower back to signal me to move.

He gets up and puts his name in as Changbin and Han finish up their not so intelligible cover.

Seungmin takes the stage with a chair, and when the music starts Chris gasps. “NO! Seungmin! Not here! That’s my song!” Felix moves to sit on Chris as he winks at me. “Felix move!”

Seungmin starts singing and I see the title of the song is called “Railway”.

The lyrics are in English, and they’re definitely not about trains.

He begins the first chorus and moves to come over to me, grabbing my hand as I protest but he wins as I come up on stage.

He pushes me into the chair as he continues to sing, and I go to cover my face as the crowd hoops and hollers because I quickly realize Seungmin is about to give me a lap dance like I’m at a Magic Mike show.

‘Rough ride, hold on tight’

Seungmin snaps open his jacket and proceeds to take it off, leaving only the compression shirt on his body.

‘Yeah, this train never sleeps.’

He steps over me, my legs now inbetween his knees, my face directly in his crotch as he starts the second verse.

‘Need no break, no brakes, this train’

‘The engines go insane, our lane, it rains’

He begins body rolls and I can feel my face going red as I hear the familiar “YOU GET IT GIRL!” that would belong to Eden who must’ve worked her way over here to take a break from eating Wooyoung’s face.

‘As long as we head en route, fear is dead, no doubt’

‘Baby trust me now’

Seungmin now straddles my lap, tilting my head up to look at him, his pupils blown.

‘The sirens keep on screaming that’s a warning’

‘We’re staring at the ticket that says one trip’

‘No turning back hold tight onto them railings’

He begins moving his hips while still holding my chin to tilt my face up, I hear Avon and Jay from the crowd now too.

‘It’s only us but something’s saying more please’

Seungmin basically moans the word ‘please’, and as the music plays between the second verse into the chorus, Seungmin picks me up with one arm and switches us so I’m now straddling him.

As he sings the last chorus, he basically makes me bounce and move around his lap, completely in a trance as he sings, almost absentmindedly doing the movements.

The song ends as he pulls me close to him where our mouths are almost touching. “THATS MY SON!” Chan shouts but Seungmin signals to the DJ something until another song starts.

Seungmin ditches the microphone and puts me back in the chair. The beat is sensual and suddenly Seungmin takes off his belt and uses it to tie my hands together to the beat of the song.

Then he grabs my hair from the back of my head and slowly pulls my head back to look up at him. “You’re mine now.” He purrs.

A nervous laugh escapes my throat as he begins to kneel down in front of me and taking my heels off, then running my hands up my legs.

“What’re you doing?” I panic.

“Shh-“ He then winks and begins to kiss up my leg moving closer and closer to the hem of my dress.

My heart is beating out of my chest at this point.

Right as he’s about to reach the hem of my skirt, he rises and removes his shirt, throwing it behind him into the crowd.

Before he can go any further, the music changes and we both snap our heads over to see Chris by the DJ booth. “Get a room!”

Seungmin shrugs as if to say ‘say less’, and then removes his belt from my wrists and bends over the put me over his shoulder.

I hear Eden and Avon hollering in approval as we make our way out the front. Seungmin whistles for a driver and then puts me in the car before sliding in himself.

“Where’s your hotel?” I give the driver the name and before I can even finish the last word Seungmin closes the hatch between us and the driver. “C’mere.”

Seungmin grabs my hips, squeezing the skin there and moves me onto his lap. He’s breathing so heavily, and I can’t help the question that flies out. “You really wanna do this?”

“I can’t wait to see you naked, all your curves.” He goes to kiss me but I back away, the anxiety creeping up my throat again.

“No, you don’t.”

“Baby girl,” He squeezes my lower back. “There’s a reason they’re called love handles.” He then bucks his hips up, causing my body to fall forward and he captures my lips smoothly into a heated kiss.

The feel of his lips on mine makes all my insecurities melt away as he hands feel and grab at my hips, thighs, stomach. “Mm- can’t wait to touch you and feel you.” He mumbles between kisses.

“I’m just glad my hotel is close.” He smirks as he moves to kiss down my jaw and neck, pulling the neckline of my dress away to kiss my collarbone.

“M’gonna make you feel so good, gonna scream my name right?”

“Mhm-“

“Pulling up, I would be quick sir.” The driver shouts, and Seungmin opens the door to let me out first before following and rushing us into the hotel.

As soon as the elevator doors close, he pushes me against the wall of it and taps my thighs to signal me to jump and he catches me, now carrying me as my thighs wrap around him.

I’m surprised with how easily he’s been able to pull me, lift me and throw me tonight, and it’s hot as hell that he can.

“Room number.”

“412.”

The elevator dings and the door open to a (luckily) empty floor. He continues to carry me and I slip my room key out of my purse behind his back.

He turns so I can get to the door, and as soon it unlocks he kicks it open behind him and walks us in.

That’s when we both pause at the sound of cursing and rustling.

Seungmin turns and we both look to see Yena with Mingi over her, mid fucking.

Mingi doesn’t seem to give a shit, but Yena is pale.

All Seungmin does is laugh and go “Maybe we should try my place.”

[tofulikesmala]

Genshin cuddle headcannons

Genre: fluff

who?: Neuvillette, thoma, xiao, scaramouche, tighnari, itto, freminet,

Neuvillette

ah yes, hard on the outside but soft on the inside

He's the very clingy type, even if he tries his best to remain formal, he can't help but be attached to you

Would bury his face in your neck

You would usually have to initiate it first,

He would be the big spoon, but he's okay with small spoon too!

Being the big spoon, he could feel you by your side, making sure your safe

If he were the small spoon, this man would be blushing like mad, trust me

Thoma

Mmmm yes thoma >33

I feel he would be the more romantic type when it comes to cuddling, embracing every part of your body, tucking your hair behind your ears, ykyk

Well, depends on your personality, who initiates first might differ?but i feel thoma would be the kind of person to request to cuddle shamelessly

He's fine with both big spoon and small spoon

If he's the big spoon, you'll definitely be receiving headpats!!!!!

If he's the small spoon, he'd lie on your tummy, no matter the size

Xiao

Bold of you to assume this man gets sleep

But......if its you...who is he to decline?

"The adepti don't rest....let alone sleep. How absurd of you to think I would cuddle."

Nah man your going to find this man clinging onto you like there's no tomorrow at 3 fucking am in the morning

Good luck, because he's not gonna let you go

Need to go to the toilet? Nah you have a bladder for a reason

He's def big spoon, only on rare occasions you wake up, to you hugging his body

He'd definitely be embarrassed 100%

Scaramouche

Well, he'd be reluctant at first, for sure, but he will give in. eventually

Well, at least he won't appear in your room at 3 fucking am in the morning like somebody

He's def big spoon, he just can't afford to hurt his pride lololol

Would 100% flick your forehead for absolutely no reason

He's also the type to NOT.LET.YOU.GO.

“scara babe i need to go to the toilet :("

Naur he would just groan and fall back asleep

Man's grip on you is STRONG. You won't be able to wiggle out lol

Tighnari

DEUWYFGUYWEGUQFE I WANNA HUG HIS TAIL SO BAD

Would def allow you to hug his tail

His face would be so red as you gently stroke it

You could wake up in the middle of the night and see his ears twitching

He won't have such a strong grip on you, but it won't be a loose one either

If you wiggle out and go to the toilet, and he finds out he will be sad :(

His ears would go down

Once your back, expect to receive lots of forehead kissessss

Both big and small spoon is fine with him

Itto

Good luck with this guy💀

Better say your prayers to your family and friends, because this guy IS GONNA PLANT HIS WHOLE FUCKING ASS ON YOU

he's laying on top of you, crushing you with his weight

nah im kidding, he knows he's on the heavier side, so he'd adjust back later

Oh but don't be surprised if you found his foot shoved up your face

But in the non messy times, he'd definitely hold you tight, making sure you with him

Another one to shamelessly demand for cuddles

Freminet

He tries to be a big spoon, but you end up pampering him instead XD

Its 90% of the time you initiate it first

Bro would be the definition of blushing mess

He would rest his head against your chest

If your flat (like me) he would listen to the soft thumps of your heartbeat. It comforts him in a way

If you have bigger chests, he'd be so embarrassed, be he likes to use it as a pillow, he finds it very comfortable, as long as your okay with it of course!

He would hug you tight, but would start apologising once he realises :(

Notes: MY SECOND FIC HHAHAHAHA LOVE YALL

[justwinginglife]

Growing Pains

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Fourteen December 14th: Satoru Gojo, Rank 12 Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen Event Masterlist

Guys, don't hate me for putting Gojo so low on my list, okay? LOL. I do really love this fic though, I feel like it could be a whole series, honestly. I had the best time writing it, so I hope yall enjoy!

“Smells like trash, must be a Zenin nearby.” 

Gojo pretended to examine his surroundings, peering over his sunglasses as he sniffed the air. His eyes finally landed on you. 

You flipped him off, retorting back, “Smells like shit, must be a Gojo with his head so far up his own ass.” 

He grinned, amused. “Now, now, is that anyway to treat your fellow co-parent?”

You scoffed. “You started it, dipshit. Now, where’s the kid? It’s my weekend.”

“The kid is not a kid, and he’s sick of you two doing this every week. You know everyone else can hear you guys, right?” Megumi appeared from behind, hoisting his bag onto his shoulder as he jerked his thumb towards the high school, where all the other students were watching curiously from the windows, whispering to each other “Fushiguro’s folks are at it again.”

While you had no direct relation to Megumi and Gojo had no relation at all, you’d both retained this arrangement with each other ever since Megumi was a child. Although you came from separate clans, and lived completely separate lives, somehow, after catching wind of Megumi’s cruel fate, you’d both had the bright idea to swoop in and save him. Maybe you were sympathetic, or maybe you both just had savior complexes, but either way, before he knew it, Megumi had gone from having no parents at all to having two eager, adoptive parents. 

And they both loved him to pieces but they were constantly at odds with each other. 

Gojo frequently doubted your intentions, wondering why a Zenin -and a high ranking one, no less- who’d never been interested in Megumi before was suddenly playing mom in his kitchen. He assumed every act of kindness was a ploy used to ensnare the impressionable, young boy and chain him to the Zenin clan forever. What he didn’t realize was that you knew better than anyone the horrors of being a Zenin, and it was because you were a Zenin that you could protect him in a way that no one else could, even from your own family. So it didn’t matter that Gojo didn’t trust you- your intentions were important to no one else but yourself and you would stay true to them until your last dying breath. You would protect Megumi the way no one ever protected you. 

But even though it didn’t matter what Gojo thought of you, it sure drove you abso-fucking-lutely crazy the way he expressed his thoughts of you. 

You still remember one of the first weekends you’d spent with Megumi. At the time, you’d had no idea how to cook, having had servants to do the job for you your entire life, so you’d woken up well before dawn had even breached the sky just to attempt pancakes. By the time Megumi woke up, you’d finally managed to proudly present him with a stack of half decent food when Gojo burst in and scarfed down the whole damn plate, claiming it was for Megumi’s own safety, after all- you might’ve poisoned the dish. In revenge, you claimed that maybe you’d spread the poison across the surface of the plate too, maybe Megumi would die upon contact, so it was only fair that the plate be demolished too; you smashed the glass down on top of Gojo’s big, stupid head. And then, for good measure, you hit him with the frying pan you’d used to cook. Who knows? Maybe you’d poisoned the pan too. Unfortunately for Gojo, he had not yet mastered infinity. After that day, he had a bump the size of Japan on his head for a solid month and he cursed you every damn day that he was inflicted with it. Claimed it killed the vibe with the ladies. Good, you thought. Maybe one day you’d get around to killing him too. All in due time. 

But as much as Gojo drove you crazy, you drove him equally crazy. Once he’d been on a date and had forgotten that it was his turn to pick up Megumi. So, like any sane person would, you showed up to the date, with Megumi in hand, and wailed in front of the entire restaurant, “How could you do this to me?? How could you do this to our son?? And while I’m pregnant with your second child, too!! Oh, the horror, the betrayal, the heartbreak!! I’ll never love again!!” And after Gojo had glared daggers at you and then run off to explain to his fleeing date, you and Megumi simply enjoyed the most expensive dinner that money could buy and told the waitstaff to put it on Gojo’s bill. They were happy to do so. 

A decade later, and you were still butting heads and waging wars on a regular basis, only barely tolerating each other. But as the years went by, the two of you quickly learned that there was something even more troubling than your tiresome relationship: a teenager.

Though Megumi had never been the most in tune with or properly expressive of his own emotions as a child, it was still clear that he appreciated, valued, and even loved the family he’d found in you both, even as dysfunctional as it was. You remember when he used to insist that he didn’t need someone to tuck him into bed, scoffing and ridiculing the idea, but the minute you showed signs of neglecting this little step in his nighttime routine, he’d grumble that there was something wrong with the blanket or chide you for not properly checking his bed for bugs, and you’d smile and say “Oh, but of course,” and you’d perform your examination of his bed and then pull the covers over him, nice and snug. And it always made you laugh the way he’d egg Gojo on by calling him short, claiming that maybe that was the reason you weren’t very fond of him, or the reason he could never hold down a relationship for very long, but when Gojo would hoist him up on his shoulders to prove his towering height, you didn’t miss the way Megumi would smile slightly, enjoying his view from up high. 

And as much as you disagreed with Gojo, you knew this was the one commonality you shared. You knew he had just as many wonderful memories raising Megumi as you did and at the end of the day, even though he was a dick, even though he was a douche, he was still Megumi’s dad and you were still Megumi’s mom. You were partners. And you shared this love for Megumi. Which was why you both went absolutely berserk realizing that your son had now grown up, and had now grown detached. If you thought learning how to cook was hard or remembering when Megumi had to get to class or attempting to help with his math homework or continuously shopping for new clothes every time the boy grew -which was a lot- it wasn’t nearly as hellish as dealing with a teenager. You and Gojo were in complete, utter agreement on that. 

So now that Megumi was scowling as he chided the two of you for embarrassing him in front of all his classmates, you and Gojo now stood in total solidarity with each other, completely forgetting your previous feuds.

“Hey now, that’s no way to talk to your mother.” Gojo lightly karate chopped Megumi’s head. Megumi then slapped his hand away to which Gojo gasped in exaggerated offense. You rested your hand on his arm in support.

“Be nice to your father, you only have the one.” You reprimanded Megumi in Gojo’s defense. 

Megumi rolled his eyes. 

Gojo threw his hand out in exasperation, gesturing to Megumi’s snarky expression. “Do you see this kid- did he just roll eyes at us??” Gojo exclaimed, giving you a “The Nerve of Him” look, a look that you understood all too well. 

A decade of not being able to understand Gojo and all it took was one teenager to bring you together. Suddenly, you were able to understand his thoughts and feelings better than you ever had before. Suddenly, you understood him better than anyone else could ever begin to. And now you were starting to think that he was the only one who truly understood you too. You were in this parenting thing together. Soldiers in arms. 

“I’m not a kid and you’re not my parents.” Megumi grumbled, annoyed.

Gojo made several incoherent noises. 

“I know, I know. It’s like, we raise the kid and he’s not even grateful.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You know what, Megumi? If we’re not your parents, then maybe you can drive yourself back to the house, yeah? And after that, you can cook yourself your own dinner. How’s that?”

Gojo nodded emphatically. “Oooh, yeah, yeah, what she said!” Then he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Genius idea, by the way.”

If you weren’t trying to appear stern, you might’ve laughed. You never thought the day would come that Gojo Satoru would side with you, let alone call you a genius. It was a nice change of pace. 

“Gojo literally taught me how to drive and you literally taught me how to cook. How is that supposed to be a threat?” Megumi crossed his arms, staring you down defiantly.

“You taught him how to drive??” You hissed at Gojo under your breath.

He threw his hands up in a panic. “Well who was the one who taught him how to cook?? Why would you do something like that?? Now he won’t need us!” He hissed back. 

Megumi rolled his eyes again.

“Would you tell him to quit doing that??” Gojo exclaimed.

“You’re his dad, you tell him!”

“Well you’re his mom!”

“-yeah, Uncle Geto? Listen, could I stay at your place tonight? They’re at it again.”

You and Gojo whipped around to face your teenage son who was now on the phone, very blatantly ignoring the two of you. 

“UNCLE GETO???” Gojo bellowed.

“Since when is he uncle? We can’t be mom and dad, but he’s uncle??” You questioned in shock. 

“Suguru, I swear, when I get my hands on you-”

You clapped a hand down on Gojo’s shoulder. “Let’s not be hasty, maybe it’s a one time thing. He is a teenager, after all, maybe he’s just doing this to get in our heads.”

Right as Gojo’s breathing began to even out again, Megumi continued, “Well if you’re busy, that’s fine, I’ll just call Aunt Ieiri.” 

“I’m sorry, WHAT?! Did he just call Shoko- Megumi, did you just call Shoko-” Your protests were drowned out by the sound of your car’s engine roaring to life. 

Megumi was stealing your car. Now he was driving away with your car. Now he was speeding in your car. Now he was disappearing around the corner. With your car.

“What just- did he just- where is he- what the-” You sputtered. 

Surprisingly, Gojo began to laugh. He laughed and he laughed and he laughed, and you thought he’d gone mad.

“Get it together, Gojo! Our kid just committed theft and is now on the run!” You smacked him on the arm.

“C’mon, we know where he’s going- Suguru’s or Shoko’s. Don’t be such a worrywart.”

You glared at the stranger who’d now materialized before you. You thought he’d understood you. You thought he was on the same page. As a matter of fact, he’d just been freaking out with you not TWO seconds ago! What was going on with him? Why was he now siding against you? You thought you’d finally come to an agreement for once in your exhausting relationship together. And you were finally liking it. You didn’t appreciate going back to your opposite sides of the fence again. “Oh, I’m the worrywart?? Who was the one that was just telling me that I shouldn’t have taught him how to cook, so that he would, ‘need us,’ as you so desperately put it??”

He laughed again, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? But hey. Did you see the way he put the car in reverse? The lil dude even signaled before he merged into traffic and took off with your car.”

You blinked. He… signaled? “Yeah… you’re right. Didn’t hit a damn thing. You… you actually -and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but- you taught him well.” 

He nudged your arm with his. “We taught him well. I was wondering why there were fresh tacos at the dinner table the other night. Suppose that was all your teaching.”

“T-tacos…? Yeah, I… I suppose it was.” You said quietly. 

God, Megumi was grown and you hadn’t even realized it.

He nudged you again. “C’mon. Don’t make that face, I don’t like when you get all sad. Let’s go get our kid, yeah?” 

You nodded and let Gojo lead you to his car. 

When you arrived at Geto’s place, Megumi was knocked out on the couch.

As the two of you watched him sleep peacefully, Gojo suddenly threw an arm around your shoulders, leaning some of his weight on you. For once, you didn’t mind. “Would ya look at that? He’s so tall now, he barely fits on Suguru’s lil sofa. Crazy.”

You nodded again. “So crazy. It’s like it was just yesterday that he was just begging me to cut his bangs.”

“I know, right? Can’t fit him on my shoulders anymore, that’s for sure.” Gojo laughed softly.

You grinned. “I mean, you could try. And hey, if he breaks a couple of your bones in the process, I won’t be too upset.” You teased. 

He rolled his eyes but laughed again, nonetheless. “How very cruel and very like you. But… you know. I’m starting to think you’re not all that bad, yeah?” He squeezed your shoulder playfully.

You snorted. “Oh, after ten years, I’m not that bad, huh? You finally think so, yeah? Well you’re only half decent.”

He chuckled. “Half decent, huh? I can work with that.”

You raised a brow. “Aaaand what are we working towards?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Dunno. You. Me. Megumi. One house. One family.”

Your eyes found the floor as your cheeks began to heat up. But you found the strength to speak. “We… we already are one family, like it or not.”

“I like it. I like it a lot. I like it more when you don’t hate me. When you’re laughing like that. When you’re blushing like that. When your-” He suddenly brought a hand up to his mouth to muffle his laughter, “when your eyes are half bulging out of your head because our kid just stole your car right out from under your nose. By the way, does that disqualify you as a sorcerer if even a teenager can get the better of you so easily?” He teased, nuzzling against your ear. 

You waved him away, retorting, “Need I remind you, that teenager got the better of you too, Mr. Special Grade Sorcerer. Not so great and powerful now, are you?” But after a moment’s hesitation, you finally muttered, “But I… I guess I like it too. The way you are. The way we are, or I guess, the way we’re getting to be. Took us some time to come around to each other, but we still made it here, all the same.”

His arm tightened around your shoulder. “Yeah. We finally made it to a good place.” He tilted his head towards Megumi. “He’ll make it there too. We took our sweet time, now we just need to give him some time. He’ll get there. After all, we did raise him. He’ll turn out just fine.”

You smiled softly. “You know, Satoru, you’re surprisingly good at this advice thing. Maybe you should be a teacher.”

He laughed.

“Me?"

"A teacher?”

“Maybe in another life.”

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[banquetwriter]

no thoughts only rick grimes being an absolutely filthy needy lover

(might turn this into a full length fic if yall enjoy 🤓)

his rough hands ABSOLUTELY gripping your fucking jaw, his tongue roughly exploring your mouth. like he hasn’t had a meal in his whole life.

his strong rough hand gripping the soft flesh of your thighs/ass/ waist as he eats you out like a starving man. it isn’t enough to have you pinned down on the shitty mattress in Alexandria.

he lifts your body closer to him, teeth grazing your clit. making your eyes go covered in stars. using his strong body to flip you around no MATTER what size your body is. he will flip you around and land dominate smacks on your ass.

absolutely marking you so everyone knows who the fuck you belong to. he can’t deny the way he loves sneaking around with you, hand on your mouth as he rams his cock into your greedy cunt

[thecapodomme]

THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

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A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

---

Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

P/C: If you'd like to be added to my Tag list just say so it's MAD OPEN! i'll be glad to add you. I really do hope ya'll enjoyed it. Lord knows I had a time writing it for ya'll!

Special Shout out and a thank you to: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @melaninpov @browngirldominion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes For bullying me..... (Nah just kiddin!) For making me see this through. all inspirational to me and incredible moots!

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𝘊𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹?! ₊˚⊹

RAHH okay currently thinking of some concepts for vampire!TXT BUT BUT BUT !! i thought of the most delicious soobie boobie car smut while i was on a late night drive SO please take this silly fic i wrote at like 1 in the morning (also ty for the love on my hyuka fic, yall ate fr)

MDNI!! NSFW CONTENT BELOW !!

╰┈➤ dom!soobin x sub!fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap!) slight size kink, petnames (baby, bunny, sweetheart, soobs), one mention of hair tugging, car sex, and making out! lmk if i missed anything 💕

In the two years you and Soobin have dated, you both had NEVER touched each other sexually . Despite you both being the horniest people you both know, it was just a matter of who was going to make the first move. Sure, a few hugs and kisses here and there. And of course, cuddling. But you both had never even gotten to the makeout stage. Until tonight. You and Soobin had been giving small hits to each other the last few days. Soobin’s hands always dangerously near your boobs when he would be the big spoon, or how everytime you both would kiss each other goodbye to leave with friends, your lips would linger in certain places you KNEW he was sensitive in just to get a reaction. One that same day, Soobin texted you, asking if you wanted to “move forward”. Knowing exactly what  he wanted, you agreed in less than a second. You both were so childish around each other, giggling whenever Soobin would put his hand on your thigh. You both would just burst out into laughter. It was silly and you both couldn't take each other seriously. So, setting the giggles aside you made up a little plan. You guys would clear your schedules for the next day and  try your best to makeout

Except, of course it didn't go to plan. Soobin being forgetful of this whole plan had you confused on why his friends were now sitting in your shared living room. Soobin had invited his friends over, thinking nothing of it. So when you walk into your house, you can imagine the face Soobin had made as soon as he saw you, all dolled up for him. Closing the passenger seat of the car, you turned your head to glare at Soobin, whose face had guilt spread all over it. Soobin had told his friends he was out to get some dinner, to which they all happily agreed, given they were hungry. But you and Soobin both knew it was gonna take a bit longer.

Soobin had put the car into reverse and slowly backed out of the driveway before shifting the gear to drive. His car was fairly big so it was great for transportation-.. Among other things. “Bunny, I’m sorry, I really am. I completely forgot. I must've mixed up the day or something.” “Soobs, we made the plan together! You could've at least texted me that we would’ve had people over.” “I know, I know. I really am sorry baby.” Soobin mumbled, a hand reaching out to caress your thigh with his thumb You gave Soobin a small glance, just to see if he was laughing or anything but surprisingly he was serious. In a few minutes, Soobin parked his car in a secluded area. If he drove a little further, you could've sworn you could see the whole city. You both quickly made your way to the back seat and wasted no time. Soobin crashed his lips into yours, to which you reacted quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wanted to make up for that little mistake. That and because he was tired of hiding the fact he had jerked off to you so many times + he was horny. Soobin pulled you into his lap as you two kissed, large hands squeezing the plush flesh of your ass. You jumped slightly, causing Soobin to break off the hungry kiss, leaving you both breathless. “Are you okay?” Soobin asked, tilting his head to the side. You nodded with a slight giggle. “Your hands are cold.” “Get used to it quickly..please.” He quickly responded, to which you nodded, leaning in to kiss Soobin once more.

Feeling you slightly grind on Soobin’s thigh, Soobin let out a small chuckle. “You want it that bad sweetheart?” He teased, lips slowly trailing down to kiss at your breasts. “It's not my fault you make me feel this way.” You breathed out, feeling Soobin’s cold fingers pull your low cut shirt down, only for his heart shape lips to latch onto your nipples

You feel your breath hitch as Soobin’s tongue licks and sucks your mound of flesh with such hunger, giving each one the same treatment. You felt his boner come up through his jeans to hit your right where your soaking core was, under your skirt. Your hands tucked softly on Soobin’s hair, causing him to look up at you with his big eyes, faking innocence. Your eyes said it all, and Soobin was more than happy to serve. The car shook slightly as Soobin’s hard thrusts gave out. Your hands held onto Soobin’s broad shoulders as mascara filled tears trickled down your cheeks. Soobin’s hand gently was placed over the small bump in your stomach, watching as it disappeared and reappeared with each thrust. Your moans were like music to Soobin’s ears. He waited, he was patient for two whole years just to hear you cry out his name, saying it was “too much”

You hiccuped and sobbed, removing all of your pretty makeup. Hours of getting ready, doing your hair, doing your makeup gone in a mere 20 minutes :( You watched Soobin pound the living daylights out of you as your grip on his shoulders tightened. Soobin lowered his face to kiss at your lips, to which you gladly kissed back in between soft sobs

“Baby gonna cum- gonna- oh fuck! ‘M gonna cum-” “Its okay- just.. God you’re so fucking tight- gonna cum too.”

Soobin’s thrusts were sloppier than ever as you both nearly reached your high. You guy’s moans became much whinier until you had came, to which Soobin had pulled out and came onto your stomach right after. Soobin let out a tired sigh, placing small kisses all over your face. “You felt so good, my love.”

“Why did we wait 2 years for this?” You asked, letting out a breathy laugh. Soobin shrugged slightly, chuckling a bit as his kisses trailed to kiss at your boobs. It was only until a text from one of Soobin’s friends had brought him out of his lustful trance.

“Hyungggg!! When will you and y/n be back? We’re starving and i swear i will actually burn your house down if you dont hurry” ✧˖°

(a/n: bonus points if yk who texted soobin LMAO)

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OKAY SO I AM CURRENTLY HAVING TOO MUCH FICS IDEAS WHILE HAVING. ONLY. TWO HANDS. AND ONE. BRAIN.

So. Fic. Idea. DUMP. and yall have to choose 1 for me to write.

ISEKAI FIC: Lams and Hamliza. Laurens, an exhausted intern and Eliza, a social sci student got isekai into their favorite otome game—My Dear Revolutionary. They are both obsess with this pretty, emotionally repressed, orphan, reckless, abrasive main villain of chapter 2 and believe he deserve a better ending. Eliza ended up as his fiancee—mentioned in one footnote in the game, and Laurens—one of numerous nobles assasinated by Hamilton himself. Chaos ensues.

Actor AU: Featuring The ENTIRE cast of Hamilton starring a dramatic historical drama. Hamilton is having a three way kiss with Laurens and Eliza backstage, which is snazz up by the public and now they all start writing fanfiction.

The next chapter of my Law School AU. Featuring the beach episode—where Hamilton try to write his papers inside an inflatable raft with Laurens and Lafayette inside, while Burr is getting ridiculously hot and bothered applying sunscreen for Hamilton and Laurens is borderline worshipping him. Thomas is dresses like your average Asian Mom while they bury Madison under the sand like some kind of divine punishment. Also a series of vignette exploring the dynamics.

Hamilton got de–age right in the middle of the duel. So the shot missed—because Hamilton was now a very scared and confused 10 years old who don't understand why he's in clothes 5 sizes too big and holding a heavy pistol while a scary man shoots in his direction.

CIA Eliza met annoying, yapping Alexander Hamilton mid mission gone wrong. They got married. FOR 4 YEARS. Eliza doesnt tell her family and they assumes she still worked in insurance, and most importantly—single. Chaos ensues when the Schuyler plan an unnannouced visit to Eliza's house and now she have to hide a whole ass 5'6 man in her basement from her family.

Hamilton nearly dies and ends up in the afterlife’s Emotional Damage Lobby, expecting hellfire—but no, it’s George “Daddy Issues Deluxe” Washington waiting with open arms.Hamilton IMMEDIATELY freaks out like someone offered him affection and a nap (because they did), yelling “NO NO NO” like a raccoon cornered with a therapy appointment.

Hamilton is a wizard whose magic is so powerful (and so stupidly unstable) that every time he casts a spell, he coughs up a concerning, theatrical, borderline biblical amount of blood. Like, “we should be calling a cleric” levels of blood. His party is horrified. Constantly.

Crisis: Hamilton Is Quiet. Everyone panics. Hamilton, usually a one-man hurricane of monologues and unsolicited policy proposals, is eerily silent over breakfast. No rants. No quill scribbling. No aggressively quoting Cicero at the walls.Turns out—it’s a toothache. Just a dumb, infected, colonial molar.

Catboy AU Interlude Hamilton gets drunk on catnip brandy, meows nonstop, hiccups, looks devastatingly cute, and destroys Jefferson’s favorite waistcoat mid-pounce.He makes biscuits on the Constitution, bites Madison, and purrs in Eliza’s lap like he didn’t just embarrass Congress in front of God and history.No legislation passes. Only chaos.

SAME CATBOY AU, but like in proper time order, i should write this one first—cat boy Hamilton meets Eliza, and she immediatly fell head over heel without any regards to him being a cat boy or vaguely gay with laurens. It's over.

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🍏 and 🍈 for the writer asks pls!

God I'm so sorry for this ramble 🙏😅

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation-

Religious Imagery 😅 lmaoooo. I overuse that shit SOOO much. It's in every single fic I've ever written. Doesn't matter fluff or smut or what fandom, I always find a way to work it into the main themes. Literally writing a long af Price x Reader and its title is taken from Psalms 😅😅 I grew up a gay man in a Catholic military family in the Midwest of the United States. Gotta funnel that experience somewhere, so fics it is :D

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics-

Okay this said free pass to ramble about blorbo so I will be taking that opportunity here lol, so my apologies i have many thoughts about this man. I'll use CoD bc it's the fandom I'm in rn so I gotta say John Price (Both the og and reboot though I'm just gonna refer to the reboot Price for this). This man does things to my brain that need to be studied under a microscope I swear 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I have a whole ass character study of him written that's several pages long and I'm still not done.

Headcannons for him (some I've written, some just vibes):

-This man SCREAMS a good ol future midwestern dad type in the making to me. He loves to hunt and fish. He loves the solitude and quiet of both activities, even if he doesn't get anything. Its just peaceful. There is always a beer in the fridge for when the game is on. When he's got a family/partner/retired (whatever you'd prefer), he's a yard guy (yall know the type). I just feel like he cannot sit still when he's home. He's gotta be doing something with himself after years of keeping busy. He's got all the fun toys like a riding mower that is so unnecessary for the yard size but makes him happy. He's always outside in the spring/summer doing something to the yard and god forbid the grass get too tall. He's also not big on socializing with neighbors, a very much a keep to himself and/or his family kinda guy, but he's always SO polite and the ladies in his neighborhood love him.

-From my own homelife experience but it just feels so Price, when he's home he's AWFUL about just leaving his firearm on the counter or coffee table or bed side. Just wherever he remembered to take it off and set down and it's just another thing to forget where he set it like his phone and wallet. Speaking of, he's terrible about losing his phone/keys/wallet/etc. He has a little dish by the entry that he swears he puts it all into but they're never there when he goes to leave and he has to scramble to find them every time

-He's a coffee drinker (black with just a little sugar) and unironically loves to read the paper whenever he gets the chance. He's a small talker and enjoys it, he talks about the weather, gas prices, taxes, and match scores. He gets bored easily when just waiting around and will chat with just about anyone

-He has horrific night terrors and carries a lot of guilt for things he's done in his job. He firmly believes it was all necessary and worth it for the greater good but he wrestles with himself a lot. I personally like to think when Gaz pushes him on it after the interrogation in MW, it actually rattled him a bit. Not because he felt any guilt necessarily for what had just happened (I don't think he felt any in that instance), but because that's one of the first times someone else has pressed him on his moral convictions. "You draw the line where you need it" is not a belief that comes from nowhere or from a man who hasn't wrestled with himself and asked himself the very same questions Gaz was throwing at him. He meant every word he said though and while I feel guilt will catch up to him in the late hours of the night some nights after years of living like this, he fully believes he's justified in everything he does and it's integral to his character and who John Price is as a person

-He's a staunch atheist. Baptized but never believed in a God really anyways but after the things he's seen, he can't find it in himself to even entertain the thought. That being said, in the bottom of his desk is one of those old fashioned crosses that's hollow that holds holy water and one's last will and testament. Obviously being in the military there's already the records of his will but keeps that in his desk regardless because on the off chance he's wrong about there not being a God, it doesn't hurt to be safe.

He's SUCH a Girl Dad™ in the making. He would THRIVE with having a daughter. I'm talking the tea parties, tiaras, letting her put makeup on him, his nails, all of it. He'd support her in any endeavors growing up and would do his damndest to be in the crowd any chance he can get. He'd be her biggest fan. Pictures of her on his desk, in his wallet. Always bragging about his daughter when he gets the chance because he'd be so proud of her

He's a salt of the earth kinda guy. Just has very classic masculinity. Like he's a Man™ and takes pride in it. But its in the, "I'm gonna take care of everything because this is how I care for what's important to me" way. He enjoys being the handyman around the house and who people come to because they respect him. He has a Project Car in the garage that he swears he'll get to and the back is littered with power tools and lumber

(Okay this parts not headcannon because he not old, he's only 37!!) He's actually very tech savvy and likes things to be as up to date as he can get so everything runs smooth.

He feels personally responsible for the wellbeing of the other main 3 of 141 but not in a fatherly way like people think, but these men are his brothers and he hand picked them, he has so much faith in their abilities. (However he unwittingly becomes a mentor figure to Soap very much against his knowledge and will lol)

He had to shave once for an Op and the boys ragged him so hard he refuses to ever shave again. Genuinely fucked him up a bit lol

He has a temper. He's got a good lid on it 99% of the time but its always simmering underneath

Has a wicked sense of humor. Most people don't know or recognize it but he's actually the funniest person in the 141. He's always cracking jokes to break the tension but he says it with such a straight face before breaking into smile to let you know he's joking.

[justpassingbii]

Fam, I am so deep in the twitter mentality, moving over is really opening my eyes. I got so used to having to think my tweets thoroughly so I didn't get suspended, didn't attract some weird bot or worse, weird people (jk love yall weirdos), having to cut down on my words so it fit in one tweet or having to make a whole ass thread. I can't tag worth shit cuz I sincerely didn't want my tweets in there and also cuz the tags were just an enigma for me in the most part, and now here I admire how the tags are so funny and free but also useful. I got so tired of putting a 'like' on a tweet and the 'like' disappearing as I looked and having to try 3/4 times before it finally stuck. I am going to miss twitter threads but there are also amazing works over here and I am just stuck in that small and quick text format that I can only either read a thread fic (with a bunch of threads but still about the small bite sized chunks) or a 1k+ minimum fic on ao3 and that feels messed up to me as someone who likes to read in general but this is a great opportunity for growth for me and I wanna take it 😊

So hi bishes, let's do this!

[marksbear]

Heyyyy I always love you fics🤭🤭 I would like to request a Lip Gallagher X Top Male Reader. This is just if requests are open and if you have the time🤭

-💋

.Hiii Love! Thank you for loving my fics! I love lip with every single bone in my body let me tell you. Since day one I have loved that man. I'm making sfw and nsfw headcanons!

LIP GALLAGHER X TOP MALE READER

-You are most definitely his bisexual awaking.

-He'll quit smoking and drinking if you just say the word. I mean he'll go completely sober and clean if you'd just ask.

-Meet you in the school bathrooms during randoms times in the days just to kiss/ makeout or just spend time together in there.

-Likes to ramble about you to Ian. He'll talk about you to him for hours on end until he can't even say anything about you anymore.

-Doing reckless shit together most of the time yall hangout.

-Gives you an extra key to the house.

-Likes to sneak inside your house even though he could have just knocked.

-Him not giving a shit about homophobic remarks people make about the two of you.

-Tries to keep you steer clear from Frank. I mean Frank already ruined his whole life he doesn't want him to ruin his love life now.

-Wouldn't mind leaving this place and starting a new one while having a family with you. Its something that he frequently dreams about and hopes to have with you one day.

-He cherishes the days when you two just lay in bed together not even talking or doing anything.

-Making out in the living room inside the Gallagher house while crazy shit just plays in the back. The two of you are just in your own little world while everything outside of it is just hell.

-While Lip was in college you'd two would be in his dorm room studying with each other. And having breaks here and there making out.

-He secretly loves it when you walk him home especially when it's night.

-Loves pda.

-Secretly to be treated like a prince or arm candy. He likes it when you brag and compliment him in front of your friends.

-If you have a job he'll be there waiting for you to be done working. Like he'll just walk around wherever you work or just follow you around as you work like a lost puppy.

-Tries to keep you out of the family Gallagher drama.

NSFW Headcanons!

-After the two of you first fucked he was completely shocked and satisfied in the same time.

-Loves it when you man handle him. It's just something about being thrown around that he loves.

-He absolutely loves sucking your dick. Hes infatuated with it and tries to suck it anytime. And especially during risky times.

-He's into a lot of things. Like degrading, thrill of being caught, size difference, choking and rough. I mean can you blame him.

-Tries to act dominant outside of the relationship. Tries to act like he's the man/ top of the relationship, but in reality he's a slut who likes to be used and treated like trash.

-Rides your cock like there's no tomorrow. He loves holding and grabbing onto your chest as he does it.

-VERY VOCAL.

-When hes with a woman hes mild he can be quiet and loud sometimes, but with you hes LOUD. He's moaning out every cuss word in the book as he screams about how good you make him feel.

-Very much into cigarette after sex or just smoking a blunt during it.

-While he smokes he'll just blow smoke on your dick as he is about to give you head.

-Loves to call you anything you'd like. Just tell him and hours later in bed hes moaning out the name like his life depends on it.

-Likes to say you took his gay virginity.

-He likes to grind his ass down on your cock whenever he can. He'll just do it out of nowhere.

-Likes to jerk you off during the most random and worst times. You two could just be in the train sitting down in the seats he'll randomly just move his hand to your crotch palming you through your pants.

-He loves facials.

-Loves kissing randomly during sex. Something about that just turns him on so much.

-He loves dirty talk. And especially just randomly at times. You just leaning over to him and whispering the most filthy dirtiest things in his ear.

-Loves it when you mark him. It can be bite marks, hickeys hand prints you name it he loves them with all his soul. Likes bragging about it and showing people like its nothing.

THE END

[spoodrm4n]

Better Than Me

the song in this fic

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Musician!Reader

Summary: Band AU where Steve has been ignoring you for a couple of weeks and you have no clue as to why. Robin convinces Steve to go to one of their concerts and you let him know how hurt and angry you are.

Warnings: angsssttt but w/ a happy ending :)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: this is highly self indulgent sooo hope yall enjoy

Steve stood at the very front of the stage alongside Will, El, Dustin, and Lucas who were chattering excitedly. A decent sized crowd had formed behind them, making the atmosphere almost suffocating. The sun had gone down an hour ago and the lights of the stage were the only source of light within the vicinity. The stage was lit up and had all of the equipment set up and ready to go. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the front and center of the stage that held a microphone stand. You were going to be there. And you were going to be singing. Singing right in front of him.

Robin had invited him a few days ago when they worked their usual Tuesday shift together at Family Video.

“Hey dingus, how come you haven’t been to one of our shows yet?” Robin tossed a tape onto the counter by Steve as she walked up to the opposite side of the counter across from him. 

“I keep forgetting. Stuff just keeps coming up,” Steve shrugged, struggling to hide the pink that was now gracing his cheeks. 

“You keep forgetting or stuff keeps coming up? Sounds like excuses to me, Harrington.” Robin raised an eyebrow, shifting to lean her elbows on the countertop. 

“Whatever. When’s your next show?” Steve huffed, keeping his eyes trained on the computer. He knew Robin was grinning at him like a mad man. 

“This Friday night. It’s gonna be at the fairgrounds. We’re using that stage.” Steve could hear the smile in her voice. “8pm sharp, Steve.”

“I’ve got it,” he waved his hand, attempting to sound disinterested. 

“I know why you haven’t gone to one yet.” Steve finally turned to look at Robin, eyes narrowed at the girl. 

“Do you?” He bluffed, standing up straight.

“Y/N is our lead singer.” Robin blurted out and Steve’s eyebrows shot up. 

“That is not why– I mean why would you even? Why would that make me not go? I like Y/N.” Steve stumbled over his words, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. 

“I know you do, that’s why you’ve been avoiding her.” Robin deadpanned, standing up straighter to match Steve. He wasn’t intimidating to her. 

“I have not been avoiding her–” Steve started.

“So you admit that you like her?” Robin smirked up at him. 

“That’s not what I said, Robin.” Steve groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. 

“And you totally have, dude. She keeps asking me if she did something wrong to make you upset with her. Honestly it’s getting old and I’m tired of covering for your pathetic ass.” Robin raised her eyebrows, daring Steve to challenge her. Steve knew better. “You really hurt her, Steve. You’ve got to fix this mess.”

“I’ll go Friday, okay?” Steve sighed, letting his facade crumble. Robin’s lips turned upward and she nodded. 

“Okay.”

“Mike’s been stressing over this all week. He’s played me the bass parts for their whole set at least fifty times.” Steve turned to look at the teens beside him. “I kept telling him that he’s gonna do great. He always does,” Will was smiling and Steve was too. Steve adored how much the two boys loved each other. 

“That’s funny because I think Max maybe practiced for ten minutes before claiming that she’d do perfectly.” Lucas laughed and El nodded, a knowing smile on her face. 

“Are you excited, Steve?” Dustin was speaking up, eyes finding his own. 

“I mean yeah. Robin’s been pretty excited all week.” Steve tip-toed around your name but the teens in front of him all shared a look before El was speaking. 

“What about Y/N?” Steve swallowed, forcing a smile onto his face. He was incredibly nervous to have to actually acknowledge you because then it made all of his feelings for you real. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to have his heart shattered to pieces again. 

“She’s the lead singer, right?” He managed to get out, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. 

“Yeah! She’s insanely talented. You’re going to be blown away.” Lucas bragged for you. Steve nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she made a career out of it. She’s got what it takes.” Dustin added, elbowing Steve in the side. Steve glared at him, flicking the brim of Dustin’s hat down, blocking his vision. 

“Maybe you guys are setting the bar too high–”

“They’re not. She’s good.” Will said cooly with a shrug. Steve sucked in a breath and bit his bottom lip. Why did he ever agree to be here?

“Here they come!” El cheered, pointing towards the right of the stage. Steve watched as Eddie, Robin, Max, and Mike all walked on stage, the crowd behind them yelling and applauding. Eddie picked up his guitar, taking the far left side of the stage and earning some screams from a few girls towards the back. Mike slung his bass on, fingers skimming over the frets and Steve watched as Will leaned in farther, eyes focused on only him. Robin took her place behind the keyboard, hands messing with the knobs and buttons on the instrument. Max sat down behind the drums, picking up her sticks and twirling them. She shot a wink over to Lucas and El and the two shared a smile with one another. 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. You weren’t there. You weren’t there. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath till he was letting it out, shoulders falling. Maybe he had lucked out tonight. 

The lights suddenly darkened and Eddie and Mike started the first few chords, the crowd going quiet. Robin joined in, fingers dancing elegantly over the keys. Finally, Max came in, striking one cymbal and foot punching down on the bass drum. Steve held his breath. He had gotten lucky. 

“Every boy from here to Soho,” and Steve’s mouth had gone dry as your voice filtered into his head. He kept his eyes locked onto the microphone stand, now frozen. “Beautiful and smart, and not good for me at all.”

“Steve, look!” He faintly heard Dustin shout, but he was already looking. There you were, waltzing onto the stage as if you owned it. You approached the center of the stage. You still hadn’t seen him, but Steve knew that wouldn’t last long. He was smack dab in the front of the crowd, lined upped perfectly with you. 

“All your girlfriends go to film school.” You sang, placing the microphone in it’s stand as you reached it. Steve barely recognized the cheering roaring behind him at the sight of you. You looked like a completely different person. The stage lights made your skin glow in the best way possible, the normal crease between your eyebrows was gone, and you took up so much space. Steve loved this look on you. 

“Robin was in plays in high school– how bout that?” You turned, motioning to Robin behind you who shot you a wink. 

You were fully aware of Steve in the front row. You had seen him standing there before the show had even started. You had been excited that he was there, since he was your best friend and you had a massive crush on him, but he had been ignoring you for the past couple weeks now. You had cried yourself to sleep for the past week wondering what you had done wrong. You were now determined that you were going to ignore him tonight. At least that’s what you had told yourself. But when the next lyrics rolled off your tongue, your eyes met his and you glared daggers into him, hoping that he could feel the hurt and anger laced in your voice.  

“Me, I’m gonna play the imbecile, oh,” he was staring back at you, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open. “Who keeps choosing you even though you're bipolar and you’re selfish and I hate you–” You yelled into the microphone. You could see the guilt in his irises, but you tore your gaze away, sucking in a deep breath. 

Steve couldn’t help but stare back as your gaze pierced through him. Will had even chanced a glance at the brunette, noticing the unwavering eye contact between the two. Steve felt the breath get knocked out of him as you looked away, anger written all over your face. 

“Everyone is better than me, I think, everyone is better than me,” you turned around, strutting over to where Max was at the drumset, still singing but also sharing a moment with the red head. You weren’t going to make this about Steve. He had already robbed you of enough emotion this week.

Max grinned back at you, blue eyes twinkling in the stage lights. You smiled back, finishing the chorus and letting the rest of the band have their moment. Your friends were so unbelievably talented and you swore they never got enough credit. 

Steve watched as you danced to the music, hair a wild mess and fingers gripping the microphone you held at your side. You looked so happy and carefree. Steve was sure that he would ruin that– ruin you. He wouldn’t let himself do that. You deserved the world and he didn’t have the world to give to you. 

The instrumental quieted down and you were back at center stage, holding the microphone to your lips. Steve was dangling off the edge of a cliff, holding onto a rope, and you were the one at the top holding it; keeping him from falling. 

“Look what you’ve done, now I’m a mess.” Steve drank you in, eyes finding each other again. He could feel you sawing slowly through the rope that was holding him steady. He barely registered the tremble of his hands. 

“Are you okay?” Steve snapped his head down to see El standing beside him, worry pinched between her eyebrows. 

“Yeah–” He breathed out.

“Yeah, everyone is better than me!” Steve’s head snapped towards your voice. There you still were, eyes narrowed and locked onto him.

Your eyes flickered between him and the crowd. “Throw your hands up if you agree with me!” You were angry. You were so angry. He had treated you like you were nothing for the past two weeks and he thought he could just show up to a random Friday night concert, front row, and look upset about it. You couldn’t help but single him out. 

“Now everyone is better than me.” Steve’s ears rang, the volume of your voice making him dizzy. You were angry with him and it was all his fault. 

“I think, everyone is better than me.” Steve felt his stomach lurch and with that he was pushing past people in the crowd. He needed to get out of there. 

You watched as he disappeared into the crowd and you barely even noticed that you had dropped your microphone. The crowd of people in front of you cheered, assuming the mic drop was a part of the song as the rest of the band behind you continued to play. You stood there dumbly, blinking away tears that threatened to spill over your lash line. Steve didn’t care about you anymore. He had made that abundantly clear. 

Suddenly the stage lights were entirely too bright, the instruments accompanying you were overwhelmingly loud, and the air around you was stuffy, choking you out. You felt sick as you turned, jogging off stage quickly. You heard as the band trailed off into silence behind you, Robin’s voice filtering through the microphone in a quick apology. 

You ran until you were colliding with something, getting knocked on your ass. You hit the ground with an ‘oof’ and looked up. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as your eyes met Steve’s big, brown ones. 

“What are you doing here?” The malice in your tone was a deeper cut in the rope that Steve was holding onto. 

“I-I came here for–”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. Why would I care when you clearly don’t give a shit about me.” You cut him off, frustration seeping into your words. You felt the hot tears drip down your cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself. You hated that you cried when you were angry. It made you feel extremely vulnerable. 

“Y/N, listen. I know I’ve been an asshole the last two weeks,” Steve started and you shook your head, standing up and hands balling into fists at your side. Steve stayed on the ground, head tilting up to look at you. 

“Yeah, you have. I’m so glad you’ve noticed. You didn’t even tell me why, Harrington.” Steve flinched at his last name. It felt foreign coming from your lips. 

“Because I thought it would be better if I didn’t.” He admitted, standing up slowly to meet you. 

“That’s stupid, Steve. It felt like you just abandoned me.” You cried, avoiding his gaze.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to get hurt.” Steve tried, avoiding the truth still. He didn’t want to outright say he was in love with you. His mouth felt impossibly dry.

“That’s selfish of you. And why would you ever think I would hurt you? I’ve known you for years, Steve! We’ve only gotten into one real argument!” You threw your hands in the air, voice cracking with emotion. 

“No, I know you would never hurt me.” Steve argued, voice rasing with yours. 

“Then why are you avoiding me like I would?” You yelled, no longer caring if anyone else would hear. You were incredibly confused and Steve wasn’t doing much to clear his name right now. 

“Because I’m in love with you!” Steve’s chest heaved and you snapped your mouth shut. The only sounds that could be heard were muted instruments and crowd. 

“Oh.” You choked out, blinking at him. And that was the final cut to the rope that held Steve there with you. Steve looked away from you finally, face crumbling and a hand running through his hair. 

“Yeah, oh.” He breathed, clenching his jaw. 

“Steve.” Your voice was gentle now and Steve wanted to look at you, but he was still falling from the rope that you had cut. He continued to look at the ground beneath him, acting as if the blades of grass beneath him were more entertaining than the girl in front of him. 

“Steve, look at me.” And you were gently grabbing his chin, turning him to face you. He begrudgingly met your stare for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “I love you too, dumbass.” You laughed, tears watering your words down.

“You love me?” He repeated, eyes searching your face for any signs of a lie. He found none and all at once the rope that had been cut was replaced by your hand, hoisting him up and over the edge to where you were. 

“Yes. You should’ve just said something.” You smiled, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Steve decided that you looked ethereal that way. 

“I’m sorry–”

“Just kiss me? Please?” You cut him off. Steve nodded before he leaned in, lips finding their way onto yours. You melted into him, arms circling around his neck and drawing him nearer to you. His palms laid against your waist and pulled you closer, thumbs brushing against your sides gently. 

Will shushed Dustin, Lucas and El quickly as he stumbled upon the two of you kissing behind the stage. Lucas and El gasped and shared a look with each other at the sight of you two. Dustin wore a wide grin on his face.

“Dude, I told you!” Lucas whispered, punching Will playfully in the arm. “Pay up, Byers.” 

[uwuwriting]

Kirishima, Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki and Shinsou finding Mineta in your room

Request: Bakugo, todo, kirishima, deku and hitoshi(sorry if you have a character limit I didn’t see anything about tht in ur rules) how would they react if they enter their s/os room looking for them only to find mineta going through their clothes/underwear? I just wanna see mineta suffer😌😌 thank you!! -anonymous

Ha Mineta suffering makes me happy idk why it just does.This grape’s quirk is better than brainwashing? My ASS! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and yay I’m officially back. Tonight is angst time with the Shirakumo sequel. I did something weird with that fic idk if it’s good, oh well I guess we’ll find out. LOVE Y’ALL!!!!💖💖💖

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rules 

warnings: Mineta getting slapped, some swearing obvi, some fluff. 

Kirishima Eijirou

-Baby shark was coming to grab one of his hoodies because well his closet is empty. 

-He reached your floor and was heading to your door, key in hand when he noticed that it was already open.

- “Huh maybe she forgot to lock it.”

-But then he heard a weird scratching noise coming from inside and something moving. 

-Carefully he opened the door expecting something to jump at him. 

-Boy thought he was about to be attacked by a human sized rat. 

-Not far from the truth but you know. 

-As he stepped inside he was met with a sight he wanted to bleach away. 

-There was Mineta head buried in your underwear drawer his eyes rolling back as he sniffed. 

- *GAG*

-Kirishima might have died for a few seconds as he saw Mineta going through your underwear. 

-He couldn’t understand how someone could be this nasty and perverted. 

-He snapped out of it though and grabbed Mineta from his collar dragging him out your door and into the elevator, down to Aizawa’s office and dropping him on his teacher’s doorstep. 

-Mineta was begging him not to snitch and stuff but my mans was having none of it. 

-When Aizawa opened the door he was met with a really really angry Kirishima pointing at Mineta. 

- “Can I beat him up without getting in trouble?”

- “What did he do?”

- “Something inappropriate to Y/N’s clothes” 

-Baby had a blush on his face as he said that, too embarrassed to go into detail.

-Aizawa just looked at the grape and nodded, turning around and locking his door pretending that this agreement never happened. 

-You had gone out searching for your boyfriend when you realized that he was gone for too long. 

-You found him outside with Mineta, using the grape as a basketball. 

-When he saw you, baby forced Mineta to apologize and dragged you to the mall for some new underwear. 

-He wouldn’t tell you exactly why you needed new undies but it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. 

- *GAG*

Midoriya Izuku

-Okay this one pulled a +4 uno card on Mineta because he woke up to him going through your things. 

-He was staying over that night, sneaking in from your balcony and having an impromptu sleep over. 

-He sleeps better when he has you in his arms mainly because he knows that you’re safe and sound. 

-So it’s almost routine. 

-He woke up when he heard a weird whisper in his sleep. 

-You would sleep talk from time to time saying all types of weird crap. 

-He swore that it was the cutest sight in the world. 

-But when he woke up you were just clinging to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck nuzzling into him even further as he pulled away slightly to look around. 

-He thought he saw nothing at first but then he saw the silhouette near your door and he went into full protector mode. 

-After placing you gently on the pillow, he pulled the covers over your shoulder and stepped onto the floor, sneaking his way to your wardrobe. 

-Opening it up, green lightning already springing to life around his eyes he came face to face with...... Mineta.

-Not only that but in his hands was one of your bras. 

-The grape just stared at your boyfriend for a solid minute before giving him your bra. 

-Now I think that Izuku is very protective over his girlfriend so this type of violation of privacy really ticked him off. 

-He grabbed Mineta by the collar and much like Kirishima he dragged him to Aizawa only he just left him there. 

- “If I see you in my girlfriend’s room again I won’t be this calm about it.”

-Aizawa ignored the fact that it was past curfew and Izuku was in your room and focused more on the student who broke into your room. 

-Izuku calmly returned to your room and brought you flush to his chest. 

-You stirred slightly, gripping his sweatshirt as you nuzzled into his neck. 

-Leaving a kiss on your forehead he tried to fall asleep, deciding not to tell you about Mineta just yet. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Ha ha he finna die.

-Prepare a funeral yall.

-I swear how he is not dead the moment Katsuki sees him in your room idek man. 

-Katsuki is already furious at everything and seeing someone creeping around your stuff made him livid. 

- “What the fuck do you think you are doin???”

-Mineta recognizes his voice immediately and mentally wrote his will.

-This boy hasn’t sprinted out of a room faster in his life. 

-In his escape Katsuki saw what he was looking at and the moment his eyes met with that pretty bra and panties you were wearing the other day his vein popped out of his forehead. 

-The whole campus heard his yelling and all the teachers became on alert. 

-Legit thought that they were under attack. 

-But once they reached the 1-A dorms they saw Bakugou being held down by Kirishima, Deku and Todoroki while you and a bunch of the girls were circled around Mineta. 

-At first they thought you were checking on him but then they saw the furious glares you were throwing his way accompanied by a few quirks being activated and that’s where they stepped in. 

-Prying all of you away from the grape they managed to get the basic story out of him before stepping aside and asking Sero to wrap him up. 

-Katsuki calmed down only when you started talking to him and telling him that everything was alright. 

-Of course when everyone was asleep Katsuki and Kirishima went to Mineta’s room and beat the shit out of him.

-A punishment for this time and a warning for the future. 

-Boy thought he was gonna die. 

-And he will the next time he pulled a stunt like this. 

Todoroki Shouto

-Goes into fucking creepy mode. 

-The temperature drops and almost freezes the right side of your room while the left side starts burning up. 

-At first he didn’t understand what he was doing in YOUR room. 

-Who gave him a key and why was he going through your laundry basket. 

-It hit him when he heard sniffing and oh boy. 

-Oh boy oh boy. 

-He gets that cold ass stare and he nearly growls. 

-His voice is so commanding as he starts threatening the grape. 

-No one and I mean no one fucks with his girl like that. 

-That’s pure harassment, 

-Legit you have never heard Todo curse like this before. 

-Mineta is trembling on the spot, tears streaming down his face as Todo is towering over him.

-It’s the only time he is grateful that he has that menacing aura that his father has. 

-He’s livid. 

-Would have burned him on the spot if you haven’t intervened. 

-Prying Todo from his spot in front of Mineta, you placed him on your bed before going to Mineta who was apologizing WHILE eyeing you up and giving him one hell of a slap and kicking him out of your room. 

- “I guess I’m throwing these out....”

-Todoroki gave you a little kiss before bringing you into a hug. 

- “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new ones.”

Shinsou HItoshi

-Sleepover time again. 

-He can sleep with you around. 

-So you were in the bathroom doing your skin routine while he was playing on his switch when he heard the door open. 

-At first he thought it was just you getting out of the bathroom but then he heard muttering, something about “a hot little piece” and “what she wears to sleep” and he knew that wasn’t you. 

-Shutting off his switch he sat perfectly still as Mineta walked into your room and straight to your drawers. 

-Opening them, Hitoshi saw the grape’s mouth water as he grabbed a pair of your panties. 

-Now Hitoshi rarely uses his quirk to manipulate someone outside of class but this was a special occasion. 

-Letting out a very ominous chuckle, Mineta turned around slowly letting out a terrified hey which was all Hitoshi needed. 

-Commanding him to walk out of your room, he made him go outside in the cold and lay down on the grass.....naked. 

-Until morning. 

-He told you what he saw of course and you made a mental note to change the lock. 

-The next morning the indeed found Mineta in the front yard butt naked sleeping on the grass. 

-Aizawa was not amused and he knew who made this possible. 

-Now you and Hitoshi have to explain what happened last night and why Hitsohi was in your dorm past curfew. 

-Oh boy. 

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i got my hair done yall

(the braids are not my hair but it is the same color.)

i don't really have a great picture of it because it's hard to do that with a shoulder that's acting up and i didn't do it anyway. it's an undercut but it looks like a normal haircut when it's all down, but i figure it'll rarely be down because i can't handle it down. but the back is fuzzy and i like it! but it's apparently a pain in the ass to lie down on. who knows.

i also helped my mom with a few things, and then i sorta fell into a funk and i couldn't shake it. i texted kat a little bit, and when i told her i couldn't make a decision on what i wanted to eat she told me that making decisions is hard for people with adhd. so that's helpful to know.

but after driving about for a bit i stopped at newbury comics an lad got myself a coloring book and a funko pop of einstein because who doesn't love albert einstein. if they had one of hakeem oluseyi i would be all over that, the man is literally my favorite scientist.

oh! speaking of funko pops, i also got one in that i ordered:

b a k u g o

yknow, the special limited edition one that's kinda rare but really expensive? yeah, that one. it came in today i think and when i realized that THAT was what was in the box, i took it in my little goblin hands and scuttled through the house to my room so i could place him in an appropriate location. i need to get kiri and put them next to each other. which is entirely WHY i got this specific bakugo, because he's in his full hero costume, and the box has his full name on it, and so does kiri's! and i couldn't have one without the other. it's just not possible. so i got him.

anyway, i got to spend the evening with joel! we just hung out upstairs in the warm and got five guys for dinner and watched tv for a bit. it was really nice to just hang out with him. for all the time i spend here at his house, i feel like i don't get to see him a whole lot. which is fine, because we both have lives outside of each other, but it's just odd to be here and not see him. given i have shit to do and he has shit he wants to do, that makes sense.

anyway, my and my bright-ass fire truck red hair are gonna go to sleep. i am EXHAUSTED.

14 notes • Posted 2021-01-24 06:41:45 GMT

#4

here's the painting i did today. didn't feel good so i depression-painted. you can't see it well, but the base water is matte while there accents of glossy black on top. the rest of the paint is also glossy.

the trees and outcropping on the left are my favorite.

and i free handed that circle.

16 notes • Posted 2021-07-25 09:28:29 GMT

#3

having titties is a fucking curse

21 notes • Posted 2021-01-20 09:10:32 GMT

#2

of all the pranks on the internet, rickrolling never lets me down

93 notes • Posted 2021-03-31 21:30:16 GMT

#1

"God that's a mouthful"

it's a kiribaku fic, my first one, be nice

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Reporters clamor to the front of the pack, cameras and microphones knocking into each other as they all try to get a glimpse of what's happening.

Bakugou Katsuki - a.k.a. Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight - has just taken down seven villains simultaneously, with only minimal damage to the office building they tried planting a bomb in to get to the bank vault next door. A bomb the size they planted would have been much more destructive than Bakugou's controlled explosions. That's why they sent him and Red Riot, a.k.a. Kirishima Eijirou, in. Besides, the two never go anywhere without the other anyway. Something about them being married, but that was just a rumor. Judging by the matching rings on chains around their necks, it just might be true. But that's a story for another day.

Kamuro Shintou, an intern at one of the local news agencies, was late to the scene but managed to worm his way to the front due to his small stature. He tries calling out to Pro Hero Dynamight.

"Dynamight! Pro Hero Dynamight, can we ask you a few questions!" he calls out, but he gets no response. It makes sense, he thinks, since the crowd is loud and he has been repeatedly told his voice is far too soft to get anyone's attention. So he raises his voice and tries again.

"Mr. Pro Hero Dynamight!"

His voice is loud enough that it can be heard by the hero, who stands on top of some rubble, surveying the scene as police and others scramble to take statements and gather information. The hero stops for a moment, hesitates - it seems that he heard Kamuro.

But why isn't he responding?

Everyone knows of Pro Hero Dynamight's bad temperament. It's part of his charm, really - his no-nonsense attitude and bad boy looks have garnered him a huge following, and his public rank has been steadily climbing in the three years it's been since he graduated from UA High. At only 21 years old, he sits at rank number 4, dead-set on continuing to the top, to be number 1 eventually. His tenacity and drive inspire even those who can't stand him for his attitude. So despite being an ass, he's really rounding out to be a true hero.

The media not liking Dynamight isn't the problem. They do. It's the fact that Dynamight doesn't like the media, that's the problem.

Kamuro tries again.

"Mr. Pro Hero Dynamight! I have a few questions I'd like to ask!" he calls out.

From where he stands, about twenty meters from the scene where Dynamight has stopped, Kamuro can see the twitch of the hero's mask, the slight flare of his nostrils and slight turn down of the corner of his mouth. He doesn't seem happy.

At least that's not a surprise.

What is a surprise, though, is the way the crowd of reporters around him suddenly surge in volume, hurting his ears with noises that don't form words until he sees a large shadow to his right.

It's Red Riot. Standing there, arms crossed, smirk plastered to his face, Pro Hero Red Riot looks down at Kamuro.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

It's all Kamuro can do to not be entirely frozen to the ground. He's been a big fan since Red Riot first showed up on the hero scene as an intern for Fat Gum six years ago, when Kamuro himself was in middle school.

It's been a few moments too long, Kamuro realizes, when Red Riot waves a hand in front of his face to get his attention.

"Kid? You okay?" he asks, brows raised in amusement.

"Y-yeah! Me great? I'm! Uh, Kam-Kamuro!" Flustered and red, Kamuro bows slightly to both show respect and clear his fanboy brain for a moment. He rights himself and clears his throat as he tries again, more successfully this time. "Yes, I'm good. My name is Kamuro, Kamuro Shintou. I'm with Musutafu local news. I'm an intern." He smiles widely, proud of himself for speaking actual words to the hero, his personal hero.

Red Riot laughs and puts a gigantic hand on his shoulder. "Well kid, since you're new, I'll let you in on a little secret. Here, come with me," he offers, gesturing a little closer to the scene, but still out of the way.

Overjoyed, Kamuro follows Red Riot to where a large chunk of concrete lay flat on the ground, an appropriate place to sit and chat. The hero sits and pats the stone next to him, and Kamuro sits gingerly, vibrating in his skin, and trying to not let it show too badly.

Red Riot smiles big and wide, shark teeth showing and eyes squinting. Even as the two sit, the hero is significantly taller than Kamuro - the spiked angry red hair adds a good twenty centimeters to his already frankly ridiculous height. How tall is this man?

Kamuro hears a hearty laugh which breaks him from his reverie.

"If you're that curious, I'm two meters, even," the hero says, still chuckling. "The hair is extra."

Kamuro goes red. Blessedly, Riot continues.

"Anyway, since you're new to this all, let me tell you a secret. Kat- Dynamight doesn't respond to reporters unless they call him by his name. His full hero name."

Kamuro stops.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Like, not even the short version?"

"Nope."

"So it's just Pro -"

"Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."

A pause. "God that's a mouthful."

A long suffering sigh escapes Red Riot's lips. "Yup."

Brain kicking back into gear, Kamuro is able to think again.

"Mr. Red Riot-"

"Please, call me Kirishima," the hero - Kirishima interrupts.

Kamuro positively beams. "Thank you, Kirishima-san."

Kirishima gestures for him to continue.

"Kirishima-san, I was wondering, are the rumors true?" Kamuro wrings his hands nervously. "I-I-I know they're just rumors, but I saw the bands around your necks and-"

"You're quite observant, kiddo," Kirishima interrupts. "And before you go on, I'll let you in on another secret."

Kamuro is very, very confused. "O-oh?"

"Yeah."

A wide grin breaks across Kirishima's face, one that's somehow softer than any other smile he's ever seen on his favorite hero. The hero looks younger, a little less stressed for a moment, before reaching around his neck where the weight of the chain had fallen during the battle.

He pulls a golden band around and shows it to Kamuro. They're angled away from the rest of the reporters, toward pro hero Dynamight, so no one else is privy to the conversation they're having, except, perhaps, Dynamight himself. Kamuro follows Kirishima's glance up at the explosive hero who is looking at the two of them with an equally soft expression, seeing the other reach up and grab something that's hanging at his neck.

Kamuro gasps softly before returning his eyes to the ring that Kirishima is holding up. It's golden, and the red and orange diamonds swirling around it glint even warmer in the afternoon sunlight.

"The secret is that his name isn't Bakugou anymore."

149 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 09:20:51 GMT

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Do you have any Borkul the Beast headcanons?

ok so like NONE of this has anything to do with the quest bc its been WAY TOO LONG since i played that but-

This man is fucking huge. Everyone disregards the sizes of people in Skyrim, this is the largest fucking dude he is massive.

He wears no shirt to assert his dominance, he would honest to god take it further and be naked if it weren't a hazard as a miner

Tbh he doesn’t own a shirt. Like let’s be real he doesn’t bother. 

He’s the only one in Cidna wearing armour, and all the guards are lowkey kinda scared of him so they haven’t bothered trying to take the gauntlets. 

Seems like the type to put either 0% or 100% into everything, no in-between. You tell him to build smth when he doesn’t want to and he will throw two rocks in a pile and take a nap. But you ask him to get some firewood or smth and he tolerates you or feels like doing something? Mans brings you a whole tree.

He eats so much. It’s ridiculous. This dude could polish off an entire elf by himself and still have room for a sweet roll. It’s ridiculous.

Fucking excellent at building things. He could build whatever you wanted with 3 rocks and pure force of will. 

Yall dont even KNOW the fic I'm planning for this man rn

Not sfw hcs under the cut. Im gonna scare yall BACK

BUT LIKE FR YALL K N  O W HE IS PACKING SMHEAT.

The size kink. Any partner he has ever had would be smaller than him. He fucking LIVES for it he would literally dwarf anyone

He has a blood kink that is CANON. One of his lines is literally It's been so long since I tasted my own blood. Sour.". Like ok now taste mine? I would let you.

He would be so fucking strong. Man has been straight mining and murder for 12 years he could bench press you plus 3 more, people. 

The STAMINA. WOW. Like. good luck to his future partner I just KNOW this dude could fuck for 2 days straight

He would be MEAN, especially if the person is fucking was insignificant to him. This man has a DIRTY mouth and he will call you so many names and also spit on you.

GOD THE TEETH. YES HE BITES.

Def the type to wrap one of those big ass hands around a neck or a handful of hair and straight manhandle his partner on that dick.

Definitely into anal when thats an option

Has probably injured people with that thing lets be real. There’s no way anyone has walked away from that unaffected. Or walked at all after that