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zal-eska · 2 years

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Reunion

Summary: Gray comes home from the 100 Years Quest. (Gruvia oneshot)

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Gray walked with his team through the dark and quiet town of Magnolia. They had finally completed the 100 Year Quest and immediately headed for home, hoping to make it to the guildhall before their friends had gone to sleep.

Nevertheless, they arrived in the dead of night. 4:30am to be exact. No one awake other than their group.

They reached the end of the straight path. To the right would lead to Lucy’s apartment and Gray’s house further on up. The right led to Fairy Hills.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you guys in the morning,” Lucy yawned and started making her way along the familiar canal path, Natsu and Happy sleepily following suit.

“Goodnight you lot,” Erza said quietly and headed left towards Fairy Hills with Wendy and Carle.

Gray stood where he was, quite literally at a crossroads. His heart was racing and his eyebrows were tight. He clenched his fist before he spoke.

“Hey, Erza?”

The girl in question turned around to face him with a frown and making a noise of acknowledgement.

“Is everything alright, Gray?” Wendy spoke up, taking a few steps towards him.

“Please do not tell me you’ve lost your house keys while we were gone,” Erza said stoically and placed her head in her palm, ready for him to state the worst.

He looked up towards them with a small, but nervous smile.

“Do you mind if I come with you to Fairy Hills?” He asked softly, knowing it would be a controversial question but he was willing to fight his case.

“Sorry, Gray. But you know the rules,” Erza spoke sternly back to him, and Carle nodded in agreement with her arms crossed, flying on the spot between the two girls.

“I know that, it’s just..” He trailed off, silently thanking whichever deity looked over him in this moment for Natsu not hearing what cheesy line he was about to say. “I haven’t seen Juvia in so long and I was really hoping to see her when we got back.”

His face was glowing red and he lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. He broke eye contact with the girls to look at the high stone wall beside them. He was hoping Erza would read between the lines of his words, after all she was the one always telling him to tell Juvia how he feels.

“I see. Maybe just this once I can take exception to the rules,” his head shot back to look at her. She had a soft, knowing smile on her face as she looked back at him. “Come on then.”

She turned back to walk along their path home.

A tired silence fell over his female teammates, only broken by Wendy letting out a small yawn every so often. He felt guilty for being so fidgety while they were clearly out of energy. The thought of seeing Juvia again had a weird amount of adrenaline going through him.

The closer they got to the lone building, the faster his heart rate got. It took everything in him not to snatch the key off Erza and unlock the door faster so he could get inside and see Juvia, even if his plan was just to look at her sleep for a second and then crash on her couch.

Once the door was opened and they were welcomed by the warmth of the girls’ dormitory, Erza, Wendy and Carle muttered their goodnights and headed off to their respective rooms. While walking he noticed Erza’s hand reach out and subtly point to a door on her left, indicating the room she knew he would be looking for.

Taking a deep breath and grabbing the straps of his bag, he took the few steps forwarded to get to Juvia’s door. He tried his best to not make a noise while moving the door knob, cringing at every small creak the door hinges made.

He quickly slid through the door and softly shut it behind him. He looked around the dark dorm room, squinting to make sure he didn’t trip or walk into anything while he walked around in the darkness.

He made his way to the side of her bed where Juvia was lying flat on her back, arms dramatically splayed above her head, blue wavy hair spread out and her mouth open as she let out soft breaths. She looked peaceful. And so beautiful.

He smiled at the sight and before he could stop himself he bent over a little to place a hand on her cheek. Touching her skin for the first time in so many months took a huge weight off his shoulders.

Huffing out a soft breath, he righted himself and turned away, heading toward the tiny blue sofa he walked past to get to her. He didn’t want to assume he could lay with her just yet, she could get awkward at the smallest of acts of affection from him.

He placed his heavy bag down on the ground beside her coffee table and stretched his back out in relief. While his arms were stretched above his head he felt two smaller arms make their way around his waist from behind.

“It’s really you,” he heard Juvia whisper from behind. “I thought it was a cruel dream.”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied and turned in her arms. Resting one hand on her head and the other on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. “I’m home.”

Juvia’s grip on him tightened. He smiled at the top of her head before pushing her shoulders back a little.

“Please tell me you have working lights,” he heard her giggle a little and caught a glimpse of her smiling face as she scooted to the nearest lamp in her room.

She turned on a small warm lamp on top of her dresser and squinted slightly at the sudden light. However, her face immediately lit up with a wide smile as she saw Gray’s face for the first time that night. She let out a signature squeal and launched herself at him with full force.

He caught her with arms around her waist as hers were almost strangling his neck.

“Welcome home,” she happily sang into his ear. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her off her feet in process and making her laugh.

He chuckled as he set her down again and leaned back a little to get a look at her properly.

He opened his mouth to speak, his brain almost shutting off at the mere sight of her. His mind raced with thoughts of how beautiful she was, how much he had missed her, and all the feelings he had been keeping to himself. How the hell would he even begin his confession to her after all these years.

He needed to just turn his mind off and speak from the heart. Like Erza always said for him to do with Juvia. Taking in a deep breath before speaking again he shut his brain off of all thoughts that weren’t Juvia before starting his confession.

“Juvia Lockser,” he began, her face blushing at the seriousness of his tone. “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened at his words and her arms loosened.

Oops, that wasn’t what I was supposed to say!

He stared back at her, also in shock at his words. He meant to confess that he was in love with her, not ask her to marry him!

“What?” She managed to breathe out. He could feel her hands tremble at his neck.

Well, there’s not going back now, so I may as well finish this.. he thought to himself.

He let go of her and grabbed both of her hands in his, never breaking eye contact. Suddenly, he was a lot more nervous than he originally was.

“You are the love of my life. Everything I’ve been working towards these past few years has all been for you, so I can protect you with everything I have. So I could be confident enough in myself to know that I’m good enough for you.” He kept his voice steady as he slowly lowered himself onto one knee in front of her, her face still blank with shock.

“Will you please marry me, Juvia?” He swallowed hard, looking up at her nervously.

A few seconds passed and she was still looking down at him in pure shock, before she moved her thumb over some of his fingers and gave him a small smile, which turned into a giggle.

“Of course I will,” she said softly, as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying. As if she was the one that accidentally proposed instead of saying a simple ‘I love you’.

“Oh, thank god,” Gray breathed out, not realising he had been holding his breath while waiting for her answer. He subtly let out some magic from his right hand and onto her left ring finger before scooping her up into his arms once again.

She laughed and peeled herself back, while still being wrapped up in his arms.

“I love you, Juvia.” He said earnestly, finally getting the correct words out.

“I love you too.” She smiled at him widely. “A very interesting confession, Gray-sama. Very us though, Juvia has always dreamed of being your wife, even my fantasies skipped the girlfriend part.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I promise I’ll buy you a real ring soon. This one won’t melt though.”

She looked at her hand and saw a thin ring with a small ice heart in place of what would be a gemstone on her finger. She smiled up at him, her usual smile that held all the love in the world.

He smiled back at her before feeling her tug his head down towards hers and placing their lips together. Her arms were tight around his neck while their lips moved together, he placed a hand on the back of her hand to keep her close and the other on her hip.

They kissed deeply for countless minutes, stopping briefly to peck at each other’s lips from laughing too much. For the first time in what felt like forever, Gray was truly happy.

“So, you’re moving in with me tomorrow, right? Erza said I could only break the rules this one time to come see you,” he spoke between kisses as they slowly made their way to Juvia’s bed.

“Of course, dear,” she unwound her arms and climbed under the thick blankets and dragged him in with her by the hand. “Juvia is so excited to see everyone’s reactions tomorrow.”

She moved her hand, making the ice ring look like it was sparkling in the soft light of the room. He slid one arm under her neck and lay on his side to look at her.

“Yeah, the party tomorrow is going to be pretty insane,” he said, affectionately watching her admire the make-shift ring.

Juvia moved so she was facing him, and placed a hand on each of his cheeks. He immediately moved his neck forward to place a soft kiss on her lips and moved his hand up to sit on her hip.

“Juvia didn’t think you would ever be this affectionate,” she said smugly against his lips, before slightly pulling back so their foreheads were touching.

“Yeah, well, get used to it,” he huffed and rolled onto his back. He worked his feet to kick off his boots before really settling into her bed.

She giggled and moved to place her head on his chest. Her newly decorated left hand against his guild mark. They shortly fell asleep, preparing themselves for a full day of varying celebrations the next day.

#i love them sm #this gruvia drought is killing meee #i need my girl back in the manga pls #gruvia #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fluff #gruvia fanfiction #gruvia oneshot #gruvia drabble #Gray X Juvia #gray fullbuster x juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #Juvia Lockser

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melrodrigo · 30 days

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needles - tara carpenter

Tara Carpenter x Fem Reader

A/N: A little drabble bcz god knows we need it in this drought

“But baby I don’t wanna!” You whine, gripping Tara’s arm and burrowing yourself into her.

You feel the vibrations of her giggle before you can hear it, that silent wheeze that belongs only to your girlfriend.

“I know you don’t want to, but it’s good for you. I promise i’ll be right here.” She mummers, trying not to draw attention to the two of you.

You’re sat next in line for a vaccine shot, and although you know it is good for you, you hate needles.

“Ugh. God really gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.” You announce dramatically.

Tara smirks just the slightest; and you poke her in the sides.

“Is this really your toughest battle?” She teases.

“I’m just a girl.” You grumble, heart picking up as the nurse gestures that it’s your turn.

“You’re speaking in brain rot right now.” Tara muses, gripping your hand in an attempt to calm you down.

Bless her, it doesn’t.

When you finally get in the seat you swear sweat is dripping down your face. The nurse gives you a small sympathetic smile.

“Not good with needles, dear?” She asks, cleaning her supplies.

You chuckle nervously, embarrassed but relieved that the nurse acknowledged it.

“A little.” You say, and slap Tara when she lets out a snort.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The nurse asks again, not unkindly.

You beam, looking over at Tara. She’s as pretty as ever, her long brown hair messy because of the wind.

“Yeah. I’m the luckiest girl in the wor- ah!” You yell in surprise, feeling a prick at your arm. You don’t dare look down.

Tara stifles another chuckle, and you send her a glare.

“Sorry about that sweetheart, I find distraction helps most people with Trypanophobia.” The woman says, rubbing your back.

“Aaaand you’re all done. Good job.” Tara whispers as you stand up, a little shaky.

“Stay here for 15 minutes. If you feel nauseous or weird, come find me immediately. If you’re all good, you can leave.” The nurse instructs, nodding for the next person in line to come up.

You nod adamantly, trying to convey that you’re really listening to her. You focus on her eyes, she has really pretty eyes, big and brown like Tara’s.

You feel a little tug at your waist and feel Tara dragging you back a bit.

The both of you find a seat somewhere close to the hospital, arms intertwined.

“Don’t you think that nurse was kind of cute?” You ask mindlessly, thinking back to the scene.

Tara raises an eyebrow, but her little smile tells you she isn’t annoyed. She’s amused.

“I guess. Not really my type.” Tara sighs, moving in closer to you.

She takes her pointer finger and places it on your bottom lip, getting a hitch from you.

“My type is sitting right in front of me.” She says, voice dropping a few octaves. You know what she’s doing, she loves to tease you like this. You’ve always had a weak spot for her voice.

You flush bright red, gulping.

“I only thought she was cute because she looks exactly like you.” You squeak, trying to get yourself out of trouble.

Tara grins, obviously comforted by your statement. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

She leans in and presses a faint kiss to your lips, tender. She tastes like that Willy Wonka Chocolate Lipbalm you’d convinced her to wear. It doesn’t taste like chocolate.

You laugh against her lips, and she pulls back with a rather big frown.

“You taste yucky!” You say, playfully.

“Excuse me, i wasn’t the one who wanted to wear this.” She banters back, tackling you in a tickle.

You wheeze, tapping her back. You give up way too easily.

“Okay, okay! Fine, it was my fault.” You admit, idea sparking in your head.

“But, I know just how to fix it.” You whisper, and before Tara can ask you, you swipe your hand against her lips gently, taking away all the flavored balm.

You lean down and press another kiss to her, and she just about melts into your arms.

#tara carpenter #drabble #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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ju1cyfru1t · 9 months

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Hello!! Could you do this (https://www.tumblr.com/ju1cyfru1t/726231091217874944/when-you-wipe-away-their-kisses-as-a-joke?source=share) with Donnie and he takes it too far and reader ends up crying because it's been a week and y/n thinks they genuinely messed up and he hates them now? So, hurt but comfort

You don't have to 💙✨

YYYEEESSS HAHAHAHHAHSJDJ THANK YOU IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HURT/COMFORT HOPE YOU LIKE IT BAE 💜💜💜💜💜

you didn’t specify so I’m going to assume a one shot/Drabble :D

Rise! Donatello x gn reader

syn: reader wiped away Donnie’s kiss so now he’s refusing to kiss them…until it’s gone too far.

wiping away their kisses

hurt->comfort

established relationship

I tried my best 😭 not thoroughly proof read

It had been a week. Seven whole days, and Donatello was still holding out from kissing you. Why waste his time on something you would just so carelessly wipe away? You would just have to learn the hard way that Donnie holds grudges.

Sure, there were a couple times he felt a little bad. And sure, there were a few times he wanted to give in. He was just trying to get back at you. No harm in that, right?

Except to you, who by this point regretted your little stunt wholeheartedly. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised with his dramatic behavior, but this felt different. Like you had really messed up and the guilt was just too much.

So on the eighth day of your kiss drought(?), when you leaned in and he swerved his head the other way with a small smirk, he was about to realize he had taken it too far.

“Donnie, please! I said I was really, really sorry! Two reallys!!!” You stared at him pleadingly, but he didn’t even look up from his phone.

Until he heard your little sniffle, and whipped his head to look at you with tears in your eyes.

“Please! I never meant to ruin-“ His shock was evident when you couldn’t even finish your sentence through tears.

He was struggling to process what was happening. He felt so guilty and weird seeing you like that, and he did not like it. I mean, Donnie never meant to make you cry. He just…wanted to get you back.

Donnie was slouched over, rubbing your back awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.

“Y/N…please don’t cry, I’m..uh,“ Apologizing was never one of his many skills, so please appreciate his effort. “I’m sorry. You really, really didn’t ruin anything…” Wow, two ‘really’s.’

“But- …but you hate me now! I should have never-“

“What?” He couldn’t help but cut you off, he didn’t know you felt that way. “ I don’t hate you, Y/N. I just wanted to get even for messing with me…I’m sorry. I….love you.”

That’s how you knew he really meant it, he wouldn’t be so vulnerable like this if he didn’t care about your feelings. He did it just for you because he knew you needed to hear it.

You almost wanted to cry harder at his sweet(?) words, but for his sake you didn’t.

“ I love you too, Dee. But please, please let me kiss you!”

(Most of) The guilt and tension faded from Donnie’s chest and he let out a deep breath with a sly smile.

“I suppose…since you asked so politely.”

In the end, I guess you both got what you wanted.

#donatello x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #donatello hamato #donnie hamato #rise donnie #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #donnie x you #rottmnt donnie #donnie x y/n #donnie x reader #gn reader #comfort #donnie is autistic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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thot-of-khonshu · 10 months

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To get you out of your writing drought:

1. Gonna need some face sitting w all the moon boys pls and thank you, maybe all of them taking turns?

2. Jealous Marc or Jake x breeding kink, maybe w special guest of Jake’s cab?

3. Reader pushing Steven until he doms reader?

Hi anon!! I ended up writing a face sitting drabble with Steven. I hope you enjoy!!

18+, Mature

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"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Steven felt your legs shake as he held them. You'd been fantasizing about the moment you had Steven Grant between your legs for months, but now that you've finally got him there you suddenly feel exposed and vulnerable. He's got access to all of your imperfections and angles.

"I know most men don't like to." You said. He hadn't realized he was staring at your body until you called his name.

His trance from between your legs broken, he looked up at you, his brows furrowed in genuine confusion.

"Why wouldn't I want to do this? This is beautiful, you're beautiful." He plants soft kisses on the insides of your legs, going further and further to tempt and tease you.

He runs his fingers up your legs, higher and higher. He seeks your eyes for approval but all you can do is whimper above him at his gentle nips and teases.

He positions you so your legs are resting over his shoulders, hands roaming up and down your thighs as he waits for your permission. "Can I taste you?" Steven's breath tickles your inner thigh. His hot breath on your core makes you throb. You don't answer him verbally but he knows the answer when he slips his fingers in your panties. Steven peppers your clit with soft kisses, you've never felt anything so gentle and sweet. He moves his lips to your entrance, kissing it and tasting your excitement. His thick, tan fingers dip in your panties, finding that you're already wet and wanting.

"Fuck, you're so wet." Steven murmurs in awe, before moving your panties to the side.

He laps up your slit and you nearly come undone at the feeling of his warm tongue on your folds. He licks up your slit, tracing your lips and lapping at your opening. He looks up at you, eyes wanting with approval before he slowly presses his lips against you.

"You're so wet. I can taste you, love." His voice is deep, honey sweet and sultry.

He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, earning a whimper from you. He closes his lips around your clit and sucks gently, it's so soft and loving, the way he takes his time and gently licks and sucks.

"Ohh, Steven." You gasp out, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth, you run your hand through his dark curls.

"Mm," he groans, sucking and biting your lips, making your body shake from the feeling. He plunges his finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of you, feeling how wet and ready you are.

"Steven," you moan, you feel him groan against your pussy, his warm breath tickling you and making you shiver with anticipation.

He moans into your folds, working his fingers inside of you. "God, you're so perfect."

He licks the tip of his tongue around your entrance before pushing his tongue inside you. His tongue presses against your inner walls, stretching you as he slides deeper and deeper inside you. Your mouth is dry and you're so dizzy. You're drunk off the feeling of Steven Grant on his knees for you, drinking you like you're his salvation.

He sucks your clit, swirling his tongue around it. You can feel him pressing his thumb against your clit, massaging it in soft circles, pressing harder as he sucks on it.

You're squirming under him, wanting him to move faster. You need him to move faster, you need him to bring you over the edge and feel the pleasure course through your body.

He lifts your leg up higher, so you're almost fully bent in half as he dips his tongue inside you once more, lapping and tasting your slick. "Steven." You whine, "please," you beg, "please, I'm so close." He keeps his tongue inside of you, circling it and moaning against you as his fingers continue their gentle rhythm.

You can't stand it any longer, you reach down and pull on his curls. He raises his head up, his hair is all tousled, you can see the mess his fingers and mouth have made of him, his lips are wet with your slick. He looks up at you, pupils blown. "Did I do something wrong, love?"

"No," you gasp, "you're just being so good, it feels so good."

"Good, I want you to feel good." He smiles, and you melt under his loving gaze. "I want you to come for me."

He moves back down to your clit and starts sucking again, the sensation is so overwhelming that you nearly choke on a sob. You feel him moan against you as you tighten around his fingers, moving them in and out of you, as his tongue moves faster on your clit, flicking it with each movement.

"Steven," you cry out, gripping his curls tightly.

Your back arches as your release rushes over you, waves of pleasure hitting you at once. You're nearly crying out as you let him keep his mouth on your pussy as you come. You can feel your wetness on your thighs and on his face as you're overtaken by pleasure.

You're still shaking as he kisses up your stomach. You're floating, you're dizzy as you watch him climb onto the bed and hover over you, your slick covering his chin.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, kissing you on the lips, sharing the taste of you with you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "You taste so good."

"You made me come." You laugh, the feeling still coursing through your body as you move your hips against him. "And you actually were worried you'd be bad at it."

Steven shakes his head and plants a soft kiss on your lips. "It's because I only ever wanted to make you feel good, I just want you to feel as amazing as you make me feel when we're together."

"It's pretty easy." You run your fingers through his hair, still riled up by how sweet and sincere he's being. The two of you roll over and you're on top of him. You push him back into the pillows. "How could I not feel good with the cutest and sweetest boyfriend in the world?"

Steven beams, his cheeks turning pink. You lean down to kiss him, peppering his lips in loving kisses, before biting his bottom lip. You suck on it and feel him groan underneath you.

You grind your hips down and he moans into your mouth, "You're wearing too much clothing."

#steven grant smut #steven grant #moon knight #moon knight smut #steven grant x you #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight imagine #moon knight fanfic #steven grant x fem!reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction

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soundspeachytome · 6 months

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challenge failed successfully - shohei ohtani au

a short drabble where shohei joins the no nut november challenge with the boys but Y/N had different ideas.

tw: mentions of sex, nudity, edging; filthy smut and a sprinkle sprinkle of fluff

word count: 2.1k

minors do not interact

additional author notes: happy monday everyone. hoping this helps us all survive another week of reality and shohei drought. you're welcome.

other notes: shohei is a horndog y'all but Y/N is a monster

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08:23 AM, Saturday morning

You were working on your little paint by the numbers project in the balcony when you noticed that the apartment suddenly became too quiet. Usually on a Saturday morning, it’d be booming with jazz or soul music that Shohei would be heard whistling or humming along. There’d be the clink and clank of cutlery and their cheap china in the kitchen with Shohei making his signature omurice with bacon and pancakes. Today, however, the apartment is oddly silent, it was as if someone had pressed mute on all of the possible sounds that existed in the apartment.

You slipped back inside to check and lo and behold, you saw Shohei sprawled on the couch with his headphones, too focused on whatever got his attention on his ipad. He didn’t even notice you approaching. He had a serious look on his face that spelled concentration so you thought it might just be something about work again but peering into the screen of his ipad, it was definitely not about weekend work.

“What’s gotten you all worked up on a Saturday morning, babe?” he looked up, finally noticing you. He removes his headphones and gives you a toothy grin.

“The boys and I are chatting about the No Nut November challenge!” he said.

“The what?” you said incredulously.

“No Nut November challenge, babe. For the entire month, we are going to avoid orgasm. Whoever does the longest wins the bet.” he said, still smiling, like it was the most amazing game he’s ever heard in his life.

“So like… no sex for a month?”

“Yes.”

“Ejaculation, too?”

“That, too.”

“Not even oral?”

“No, babe. It says “any kind of orgasm, so no. I’ll miss your pretty mouth, though.” he pinched your chin playfully.

“Huh. Are you sure about that? You have a higher sex drive than me, though.” you were hesitant about this. Not because you will miss a month’s worth of sexual intimacy with Shohei, but you’re more concerned if he’ll make it through without losing his mind. He is a beast in the bedroom, always looking for reasons to get you naked under the covers any chance he gets.

“Of course, I can. What, like it’s hard?” He challenged me. You snorted loudly at the Legally Blonde reference.

“Come on, babe. Anyone who wins the bet will be given free tickets to the SuperBowl!” I wrote a mental note to never question Shohei’s competitiveness, especially if football is at stake.

“Fine. It’s not like it’d have a difference on me, though. When does the challenge start?” you raise your hands and do air quotes to put emphasis on the word.

“Today, of course! It’s already November.” he beamed. You’re still looking at him like he was crazy. You have lost him to America. To weird internet challenges. You need to get him back before it’s too late.

Sighing in defeat, you bend forward and kiss him square on the lips. “Whatever you say, babe. I’m going to continue my painting outside, ‘kay?”

You intentionally lingered on the kiss, making sure he noticed. He returned the kiss almost too passionately. When he started to get deeper into the kiss, you pulled back, leaving him slightly disoriented.

Thankfully, for you, taking your boyfriend away this self-proclaimed sexual abstinence is going to be easy. You just know how to play this game.

03:17 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Babe, can you please stop sending me articles about ejaculation!” Shohei shouted from the living room. You have now transferred back to the bedroom after the midday sunshine crawled into the balcony, temperature too hot to continue painting.

You have started sending Shohei links about the health risks of not masturbating. One of them being associated with prostate cancer.

“Some studies suggest that moderate ejaculation (2–4 times per week) is associated with a lower prostate cancer risk. Sexual activity everyday or every other day might increase fertility if you're attempting to conceive.” you type in a subtext along with the main article.

“Additionally, ejaculation relaxes your body, making you have a quality sleep. Quality sleep prevents tension and makes your body healthy and strong to face the next day.”

“You know I’m not reading all these right.” he texted back.

“Fine, I’ll stop. Just don’t come looking for me when you start getting horny…[wink face emoji]” you giggled, you’re starting to enjoy teasing him.

07:07 PM, Saturday evening

Shohei went out to buy ice cream for movie night while you were finishing up in the bath when an idea hit you.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and faced the bathroom mirror. You dropped the towel wrapping your body and only had your long locks cover a bit of your breasts. You took a decent amount of mirror selfies naked. One photo had your free hand hovering over your bare pussy in the most seductive way possible. You liked this photo and sent the rest of the good ones to Shohei’s number with a follow-up message, “Can’t wait for November to finish, babe <3”.

He always brings his phone around in case of emergencies so you’re one-hundred percent sure he would read this message.

You put your phone down and waited.

You were already fully clothed and drying your hair in front of the vanity mirror when Shohei burst into the room, face pale and almost horrified.

“That’s not fair!” he said. “I opened the message while I was lining up to pay! Stop doing that!”

“Why?” You said, feigning ignorance. “It’s not like I agreed to stop sending my boyfriend signals when I’m horny right?”

If his face was already pale, any ounce of color left has disappeared in a comical sort of way.

“You know what… Never mind, Y/N. Come on out, it’s time to pick the movie.” He hurried out of the room before you could build up some horny remark. You wanted to see how long Shohei could do this so-called challenge before he gave up. It’s funny to see him struggling over something you’ve done on any normal day.

Before you left the room, you decided to change your clothes into a short night dress. It was showing a bit of your cleavage and the skirt rides up to your mid-thigh when you sit down. Perfect, you thought.

You sat down beside Shohei on the sofa as he was browsing the movie selections on Netflix. “What do you wanna watch tonight? There’s new episodes of Attack on Titan… Oh look, there’s a new murder documentary that was added—” his eyes immediately went straight to your nightwear.

“What? Go on, I’m listening.” you gave him an innocent look and scooted closer to him.

“Nothing, uh, I think we can watch Jujutsu Kaisen: 0 instead. We haven’t seen this yet, right?” he looked away and pressed play without waiting for you.

Once the movie started, you got engrossed with the story and forgot about your little plan. Shohei, too, as both of you are anime fans, there was only the occasional discussion about the story and action scenes. You got comfortable and put your head on his chest; his hand rested on your thighs. As expected, the nightgown skirted up while you’re sitting down, revealing much of your thighs.. He was mindlessly caressing your inner thigh, making you shiver.

Shohei stops and notices this. He pretended to cough and stood up.

“Water break.” He muttered.

You finished the movie without any more of your tricks and decided you’d stop playing around Shohei now that you saw how much he wanted to play the game. When the ending credits rolled, you yawned and bid Shohei good night.

“Are you joining soon?” you pouted, hugging him from the back, your chin resting on his bicep. He was storing the dishes on the dry rack.

“Yeah, let me just clear up here. You go ahead.”

“Okay, good night.” you smiled sleepily and retreated back to the bedroom where you dozed off almost immediately.

03:27 AM, Sunday morning

You woke up to the sensation of something hard rubbing your back.

It was dark and the only light you can see is the moonlight crossing over your bedroom curtains. It took you a while to rise from your deep slumber to realize what was happening: you were engulfed in Shohei’s embrace, his face buried under your hair and neck and his hands placed on your stomach and hips. In your ear, you could hear Shohei whimpering. Begging. Please, please, just one time. His hot breath against your skin. All while his hips were rubbing sloppily against your ass.

You reached for your phone and saw the time.

“Sho, it’s the devil’s hour.” you complained groggily, trying to get out his grasp.

He continued to press his hips to yours back and forth, with audible grunts and groans reverberating through your entire body. His dick was pressing to your bum and you couldn’t help but return a sigh. Your whole body was on fire.

“Sho,” you turned around with more force now, shaking him awake.

He snapped his eyes open and realized what was happening.

“You were dry humping me, babe.” you said, almost irritably, as if the act was something illegal, but in respect to his current “bet” you had to stop him.

He was rubbing his eyes and upon realization, groaned inwardly. “I’m so sorry, babe. Must be having a wet dream.”

“It’s not like I was complaining, though…” you said.. You touched his chest and slowly dragged your hand towards his midsection. You reached his abs and drew circles with your fingers.

“if you really, really, want to…you can… But I don’t want to ruin your bet.” You backpedaled. He’s facing you now, almost about to bite the bait you’re dangling in front of him.

He stared at you and you bit your lower lip, waiting. He was thinking long and hard as if it was life and death.

“Okay.” he said.

“Okay?”

“I’m no longer playing this silly game.” he pushed you to your back, him on top. He buried your neck with wet kisses and nibbles on your exposed breasts. In response, you hump needily towards him, pulling his boxers down to grab his stiff dick. You rubbed him fiercely against your hand while he continued to suck on your nipples. Lost in each other’s whimpers of pleasure and skin against skin sweat, he slides down your thong and starts to kiss your clit.

You let out a loud moan and pushed his head back.

“Don’t go slow on me now just because you felt bad for waking me up for sex. You already got me hot and needy, so just get it inside me now..” your voice pleading, desperate.

“Please,” begging was the ultimate way to snap Shohei’s composure. He smiled apologetically but kicked his boxers off and slid into your wet entrance. All in.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so hot like this.” He paused, adjusting his size. You were so beautiful like this, naked, sprawled under him and begging like your life depended on it. “I’d fuck a dozen babies in you if you looked at me like this, babe.”

“Move.” you impatiently grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed. He began snapping his hips against yours in quick, rough motions. You moaned loudly in pleasure, letting your neighbors know that Shohei Ohtani was fucking you hard and wild tonight.

“I need your mouth,” you reached for him and he licked the side of your mouth with his tongue. He licked and bit the spot on your neck, making sure it would leave a love mark the next day. That was Shohei’s favorite part during sex, marking you and making sure the rest of the world knew who you belong to.

Both of you whimpered and moaned and touched all over each other’s skin and muscle, hair and sweat; not caring for a thing in the world. Not the neighbors, not for the bite marks, especially not that goddamned bet.

07:45 AM, Sunday morning

You wake up for the second time this morning, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted in the air. On the vinyl player, a Chet Baker record was playing and Shohei was singing to the lyrics of “The More I See You”. In the distance, you can also hear the loud thumping and turning of your washing machine.

“Good morning, beautiful.” he said, leaning by the doorframe. “Had a good sleep?” He was shirtless and wearing an apron. What a sight to behold. You could feel yourself salivating from just looking at him.

You sat up with your messy hair sticking all over your head, yawning. “I had an amazing dream.”

Shohei grinned widely. “Did the dream happen to include me?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t remember the dream…” you lied, pouting extra cutely. Shohei jumped on the bed, raising both your hands. You screamed and laughed as he got on top of you.

“Let me make sure you don’t forget, then.” He said before drowning you in a deep kiss.

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani au #shohei ohtani smut #what a sight #oh my fucking god #shohei pls give me a chance

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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Prompt 4 with Alucard. 🥺🥺🥺 i want him to relax in my arms

A/N: Sweet boy deserves everything good in this world cries ;; I hope you like this drabble, mwuaahhh

"I just want you to relax in my arms" x Alucard

“Sweetheart? What are you doing out here?” Alucard turned to fully face you, standing there with furrowed brows and concern written all on your face. “I’m here to get you. You’ve been at this for hours, Adrian.” The task in question was simply chopping wood in preparation for the winter. You’re right, he has been doing this for a few hours. But it’s so easy for him! He’s practically ripping through the logs (after he’s cut down the trees, stripped them of their branches, cut them into shorter lengths...) It wasn’t a big deal, he was simply doing his part for the village. The dhampir smoothed his hair away from his face and laid down the last (for now) log before heading over to you. “Has it already been that long? Hm...guess I’ve lost track of time.” Your hand reached over to cup his cheek, which he happily nuzzled into. He turned, to kiss your palm as you continued to huff over him. “You’ve done more than enough for today, pretty boy.” You teased, hand dropping to his and tugging lightly. “Now come inside, you’re covered in moss and dirt.”

After his much needed bath, and a delicious dinner, Alucard laid between your legs on the sofa, reading some book or other about physiology to continue in his mother’s footsteps of modern science and medicine. You, on the other hand, only ran your fingers through his hair, tenderly scratching at his scalp. The night was young, and yet this is all you wanted to do for the rest of it. Just have the love of your life in your arms, thinking of nothing and no one else, like nothing else mattered. Well, in your eyes, nothing else did matter. Adrian was your everything, and you poured your love into everything you did for him, in hopes he never forgot.

Loving him was easy, and so worth it. The beginning was difficult for him, he couldn’t fathom having someone truly loving him like you do, not asking anything in return. You just poured your all into him, helping him grow, helping him heal. "Why are you with me?” He used to ask you. And you’d smile, cock your head to the side, and always reply with the same: “Because I love you more than life itself. And loving you is easy. This is exactly where I want to be.” You’d normally stun him so much for Adrian to even rebuttal. Other nights, when he’d wake you out of your sleep from his night terrors, hyperventilating and breaking into cold sweats, he’d push again. Almost as if wanting to self sabotage, because he couldn’t have someone as sweet as you in his life. “Why are you with me?” He’d start, panicked. “Because--” “No, why are you with me? Why do you love me? How could you love a monster like me?”

Those nights...they were difficult. Not because it was difficult loving him on those nights. But because you couldn’t possibly convey into words why you loved him so much. Loving him felt like fire, crackling in the hearth. It felt like a much needed rainstorm, dousing the lands and finally ending a drought. Loving him felt like electricity buzzing through your bones, sparks flying from your fingertips every time you touched him.

Loving him felt like everything good you could ever think of.

So you used to tell him so. “You feel like home.”

And that was enough for him.

Alucard started to get up from his comfortable position before you held him back. “Where are you going, love?” you whispered, kissing the crown of his head. He sighed, nuzzling back into your chest, “I need to do my rounds in the village, sweetheart.”

“Why don’t you just stay tonight?”

He paused.

“You’re not the only one going on rounds. You don’t need to do it tonight. Please? Just once.”

He chuckled, looking up at you. “What’s gotten into you today?”

You smiled, kissing his forehead.

“I just want you to relax in my arms.”

Because he deserved it. Because he deserved all the love in the world.

Because he was your home.

#milk writes #alucard #adrian tepes #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#milk flufftober

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mint-yooxgi · 10 months

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Forever - Yandere!Kitsune!San

Yandere AU & Gumiho AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: San X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,873

Warnings: Possessive thoughts, some smutty thoughts, and minor violent thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Oof, so I finally got around to writing this one and I'm honestly really happy with how it turned out!! It's a lot fluffier than I thought it would be, but Sannie is just a very excited boy in this imo. Anyways, as always, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Eighth of The Feral Drabbles

The full moon is bright tonight. The leaves of the forest do nothing to hinder its glow, the light filtering through the branches and dancing across your skin. Yet, you are what truly captivates me.

Your hands are so soft, held delicately in my own. We fit perfectly together, as if you were made for me. A fact of which I know to be unquestionably true, for I am now certain that I have been made for you.

In all of my long years on this earth, I have found no other like you. It is you that has captivated me ever since the moment that we met, and I don’t think I will ever stop loving you. You have claimed my heart in a way I never thought possible, and now, all I want to do is consume you in the same ways that you have consumed me.

It’s nothing malicious, I promise. I could never hurt you. I would rather cut off my own tails than so much as bring you any ounce of pain. Besides, I wouldn’t be holding true to the promises I just made you this evening, now, would I?

There’s more than one reason why I asked you to meet me tonight. The moon was only one of them. I wanted it to set the scene - to be the unmistakable backdrop to the start of our forever together.

I had to have you. I love you. I need you, and I think it only fair that I tell you this.

You’ve always known what I am. You’ve known from the very first moment that we met. I honestly don’t think I could have hid it from you even if I tried. You’re very perceptive that way. A fact of which only made me fall for you harder.

You never feared me. In fact, you welcomed what I am with open arms. I can still remember your curiosities that came spilling out of your mouth when we first met, and even now, I don’t think I will ever grow tired of them.

I could never grow tired of you.

I have guarded this mountain for as long as I can remember, and now, it shall be ours. This will be our path that songs are written about; our love that legends get told of. Nothing, no one, will ever change that. I’ll ensure of it, even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

Gently, leaves fall all around us. Their vibrant colours of red, orange, and yellow only serve to make this moment all the more special. After all, this time of year is important for my kind. It’s when we choose our life mates, if we ever find someone worthy to be called that.

I most certainly have.

I found you.

Courting you hasn’t been easy. I am, unfortunately, bound to this mountain, so I could never go and visit you like I constantly wanted. I always had to wait for you to come see me. Being away from you is like suffering from a severe drought without being able to ever quench my thirst no matter how much water I drink. Without you in my life, I am empty; I am lost.

I’m pretty sure I made a fool of myself more often than not whenever you finally came to see me, but waiting for you to show up each time drove me to the very brink of insanity. So, really, you can’t blame me for all of the times I tripped over myself as soon as I sensed you cross the boarders of my land. Besides, seeing you smile - hearing you laugh - and all because of me made me- makes me happy beyond belief.

I knew I had to have you, to make you mine. I can’t live without you.

You- you complete me.

Every time I saw your face I would immediately become overjoyed. I could barely keep my heart from racing, just as it does now as I lead you back to our home.

Our home.

It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

I won’t lie to you, My Precious, I have desperately been waiting for the day where you finally come to live with me. I have been fantasizing about it for too long. I’ve always wanted to curl up next to you in bed, pulling you in closer as I wrap you in my tender embrace. I want to cook for you, and watch your face light up like it always does when I bring you special treats meant only for you. I want to hold you while we gaze at the stars, of which could never compare to your beauty.

More than all of that, I want to love you unconditionally. I want to be the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thing you know before you sleep. I want to kiss you breathless, and wrap you up in my tails when you’re cold.

Fuck- speaking of my tails, I want to hold you close as we make love, wrapping one or two around your waist as we cling onto each other desperately. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, and I hope you can say the same for me.

I’m not blind, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know I can make you shy. Heck, just the other day you started stuttering when I was showering you in praise! You looked so cute trying to hide your face behind your hands. Really, all I wanted to do was take you into my arms and kiss you, but you weren’t mine yet.

If I’m going to court you, then I’m going to do it properly.

And I did.

Now, I don’t have to worry about holding myself back! I can hold your hand whenever I want. I can shower you in all of my affections like you’ve always deserved! I can kiss you, and hug you, and hold you close like I’ve always dreamed. More than all of that though, I can reassure you of my never ending love for you until the end of time. Those doubts and insecurities will have no place in your mind any longer. Not while I’m around to quell them.

Of course, I will always make sure to do everything with your consent! I’m not a monster. At least, not to you.

I can’t promise I’ll be able to stay as calm as I usually am with you if anyone were to try and take you away from me. Anyone that dares to hurt you, cheat you, steal your heart from me, or anything of that sort will know the true wrath of the mountain spirit that guards that which is most precious to him.

In case you’re wondering, that’s you. You are the most precious thing to me in this world. That’s why you’re My Precious!

Oh, how I cannot wait to fall asleep beside you tonight! I’ll do my best to control myself, but you seriously have no idea what you do to me. Simply being this close with you, and knowing you fancy me, too, is making my head spin. Already, my thoughts are consumed with absolutely ravishing you when we get home, and completing every mating ritual I know of to solidify that bond between us.

Maybe I should stop holding your hand…

No.

Impossible.

I don’t think I could tear my touch away from yours, even if I tried. You’re mine now, and I’m yours. Feeling your fingers intertwined with mine only solidifies that.

Though, it’s certainly not helping my wandering thoughts…

This is what it will feel like holding onto your hand as I make love to you. This is what your warmth will feel like radiating against my own as our bodies intertwine in the most intimate of ways.

It only makes me even more desperate for that which has still yet to come…

I want to serve you, My Precious, and I want to make sure I do it right. Too many nights have been spent living in my fantasies of all that I want to do to you - all that I want to do with you. Nights exactly like this.

Oh, I know it’s still quite early in our relationship - we only just agreed to live together - but I can’t help it! I have spent countless hours thinking about all of the different ways I will claim you, and everything in between.

If I’m being honest, I desperately want to do so beneath the light of the full moon on my sacred grounds near the summit of my mountain. It’s a place only I can get to, and now that you’re with me, only you are allowed to set foot upon such a sacred part of my territory. I can just picture how your skin will glow, just as it is now, beneath the uninterrupted radiance of the moon.

Your back will arch upon my alter as I lose myself between your thighs. Lips, tongue, fingers, cock: all of me belongs to you. I live to serve you, and I can think of no better place to do so than on my most holiest of spaces.

I worship you, and I will spend the rest of our lives proving just that.

Oh, please, Precious, won’t you let me get lost in you? All I want is to feel your body pressing against mine. I want to feel your thighs trembling around my head as I give you yet another earth shattering orgasm. I need to feel your juices dripping down my chin as an offering to the ecstasy I’ve provided for you. I want to feel you pull me closer, your nails scratching into the skin of my back as your legs squeeze around my waist. I so desperately want to feel you brush a delicate hand over my tails- hell- all over my body.

I know from the way you stare at me that you want this, too.

You’re not subtle in the least, Precious. I’ve seen you admiring me when you think I’m not looking.

Do you also think about what it would feel like for my arms to wrap themselves around you as I roll my hips so sensually into yours? Do you long to run your fingers through my hair, only to grip it tight to pull me in closer to you? I bet you’ve longed to know what I’m capable of, if I’m truly capable of pleasing you as your lover should, just as I have, haven’t you?

Don’t worry, Precious, even if it takes time, I promise to learn every little detail about what makes your body sing. I promise to please you in every way I know how: physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. I want to see your soul come alight with me, for you have already begun to make my own shine.

I promise you’ll never have to worry about anything again.

Everything that I am belongs to you. For now, though, let’s take it one day at a time.

For now, let’s start with tonight.

The start of our forever.

#cultofdionysusnet #yandere san #yandere ateez #san scenario #san smut #ateez scenario #ateez smut #kpop scenario #kpop smut #yandere kpop #kitsune au #kpop au #chubby reader

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temptaetions · 5 months

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not in that way 🌼 l.mh

a/n: i do not own the photo above, it is from stray kids' rock-star concept photos. that being said, this drabble is based on sam smith’s “not in that way.” absolute banger and i will never get over it. thank you.

synopsis: he says he’s sorry, believe him, he loves you...but not in that way.

genre: friends with benefits au | unrequited love | gn!reader | angst pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k | lowercase intended.

rating: general audience. minors do not interact.

warnings: unrequited love? one-sided love? rejection. a lot of crying.

what to listen to: not in that way - sam smith | don’t watch me cry - jorja smith | love in the dark - adele

in the beginning, it was smooth.

he was smooth. from best friend…to whatever this was.

his voice sent chills down your spine and goosebumps prickled your skin, your tongue tied as his own softly grazed the shell of your ear. your shivers would send him into hyperdrive, loving your gentle whimpers as he worked his way down your shoulders. he would nip at your collarbones, leaving small signs of his adoration for you all over.

he would leave your body in a state of disarray, your mind swirling with his sweet nothings and the aftermath of his lips on your own. your eyes would shimmer with tears as he would wave his goodbyes from his car down the stairs, and your heart yearned to follow him to the end of the world.

he played with you like he loved you, and it was too much.

eventually, you would know the truth.

the way he said your name was no coincidence, and the way he spoke to you was nothing short of love. he loved talking to you. when you weren’t around, he’d constantly message you things he thought you’d like, updates about his day, or simply that he missed you.

minho was the warm caress of the summer breeze, the soft sprinkle of rain in a drought. he was the freezing of the ice on your fingertips, the crunch of leaves under your boots. minho was something you’d seen every season of, and yet, never got bored.

he’d never hurt you, not on purpose. everything he did was simply because he cared about you, and loved having you around. you were his best friend, his pal, his road trip buddy. you’d watch movies, sing songs aloud in the car together, and share water regardless of sickness or health. admittedly, gross, but it was love.

he knew what you searched for. he knew you’d always taken care of someone else, always molded yourself for someone else. always gave every last ounce you had until whoever received it decided they no longer wanted to entertain someone who needed reciprocation.

yet, he never set any expectations. he came over whenever you asked him to, without a fight. he’d kiss your forehead with the utmost tenderness, and hold you in his arms until you felt like letting go. he cooked your dinner, he washed your hair, and held you close under the showerhead’s running water. he would rub lotion on your feet as you ate melting ice cream, slipping your socks on for you after taking the bowl back to the kitchen. he took care of you, and you felt like he was the black cat to your golden retriever.

his voice would be hushed as you played piano for him, mumbling his sweet praises for you from the bed. he’d watch the way your fingers played the keys like the strings of his heart, the way you would curl those same fingers through his hair when you’d kiss him delicately, your lipstick staining his skin in hues of reds and purples.

he liked watching you just do things, he often sat in your living room (after offering to help) just observing you as you tidied up. he was your practice audience for presentations, he’d give you feedback and ask all the important questions. it was hard for him to admit his own feelings, but he knew you’d have no problem doing so.

“i love you. so much.” your eyes were filled with tears as you watched him pack. he was leaving for a trip, the first one in ages (and the first he wasn’t taking you on.) he’d been the first person to care for you in such detail, the first to really know you without boundaries and the first to continue being excited about your presence in his life.

“yes, y/n. i love you, too.” he absentmindedly folded his favorite shirt (you got it for him) and tossed it into his duffel. you slide off the bed, grabbing his arm to get his attention. “y/n, i really need to pack, love.”

smiling slightly, you pull him into an embrace, your arms meeting the warmth of his neck, only slightly touching the cool metal of his necklace. he rubs your back in routine, slowly moving the both of you towards his bed, pushing his duffel out of the way to lay down, and pulling you on top of him. “you feel so safe.” he’d once said, and ever since, he’d do this in times of stress.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” his fingers slid through the sleeves of your shirt, his fingers tracing shapes in your shoulders, and you nestled into his touch. “i love you, minho.”

“you’re very affectionate today. is this because i’m going on my trip?” he’s still rubbing circles into your skin, and you chuckle lightly. “no. i just want you to know that i love you.”

he stops, like a lightbulb lit up in his mind.

“right, and i love you. is there something you’re hiding from me?” his tone changes, and you lift your head up to look into his eyes. they give you the butterflies something awful, and minho can suddenly feel your heartbeat a little faster. he blinks once, twice, three times before taking his hands out of your shirt, but you’re too lost in the sight of him to notice.

“you don’t know how lovely you are, really.” your voice is saccharine, and he feels mildly nauseous as he quickly tries to sit up, helping you slip off him. your eyes change, and he can feel the frog in his throat. “what? y/n, are you okay?”

“what do you mean? of course i’m okay, i’m just expressing my love for you.” your face says you don’t understand what you could have possibly done wrong, but minho feels his stomach sink as the words leave his mouth. “love? in what way?”

your eyebrows raise quickly before falling straight just as fast, your lips pursing before you speak once more. “as in, love? i’m in love with you, i love you, minho. you don’t have to say it back right away, it’s fine. i know these things take time.”

minho nearly throws up as you say that, but he doesn’t know why. he feels like he’s been hit by a truck, all of your words start falling onto him like anvils from the sky. you feel your throat tighten at his reaction, and move away from him. quietly, you grab your jacket, slipping it over your arms as he dry heaves.

“y/n, please, wait. i do, i love you!” he’s chasing after you, your vision blurry as you search for your car in the parking lot of his building. your shoes are unlaced, and you nearly trip as you reach your car. “it’s okay, minho. it’s fine.”

“please, it’s not your fault. believe me, i love you, but not in that way. please, i’m sorry, i don’t want you to feel differently–”

“minho, i think i just need some space from you.” your words bite at him, and he feels his face fall as you slam your car door shut. you crank the engine, pressing your foot to the gas and missing his hip by a hair as you speed off.

he will never know that feeling.

message from: lee minho (monday) [09:33] are you still upset? can i please come over when i get back? [10:47] i saw a bunny at a thrift here at reminded me of you, and i got it [15:10] i understand. i will text you tomorrow.

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [08:11] good morning, i hope you slept well. i had a bagel with smoked salmon and capers for breakfast. what did you have? [11:38] my mom asked about you. said she misses you and hopes you can come with me next time. would you want to? [17:59] any plans for tonight, y/n?

message from: lee minho (wednesday) [10:42] good morning.

[10:43] y/n y/l/n: stop messaging me. (read: 10:43)

message from: lee minho (saturday) [08:22] i’m coming home today. will you let me see you?

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [00:42] i can’t sleep without you.

you felt many things.

you didn’t feel angry. you felt confused, but not angry. you asked for space just to figure things out, to figure out if you really wanted him the way you’d expressed.

sometimes, our feelings get the best of us. it’s okay not to know what you want, as long as you can communicate that well. in this case, no one really gave an expectation as to what was acceptable and what wasn’t. you just kissed each other, held each other, bared your all to each other and figured that’d be the end of it.

you’d been packing up your apartment the past few days. you were set to move a few weeks ago, but minho never came over to help you pack like he’d promised. your dad was outside, loading boxes into the bed of his truck when minho pulled into the parking space next to him. he greeted your father, making small talk with him until he saw you barreling down the stairs with two boxes in hand. “hey, dad, these are my plates. please be careful, they’re nana’s antiques.”

“y/n.” his voice is breathless, and your ears perk at the sound of it. you’re silent as your father takes the boxes from you, packing them into the bed gently. “y/n, please let me talk to you.”

“there is nothing to talk about, minho.” you smile at your dad, who knows to not butt in. minho follows you like a lost puppy up the stairs, and into your empty apartment, aside from a few boxes. “please, just let me explain.”

“you don’t love me. it’s not a big deal. i just wish we had set some sort of expectation for whatever it was we were doing, because clearly i felt something you didn’t.” minho is quiet as you speak, and he knows you’re not facing him because if you do, you just might burst into tears. his suspicions were confirmed when you turned, holding another box with tears in your eyes. he takes it from you, trying to get your hands in his own before you just shove them in your pocket.

“i do love you, babe. i really do.” he doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sniffles, and you just shake your head. “this is not the love that you want, minho. i can understand that, you’re just not ready.”

your voice is as gentle as it was the day you first met, and the day you told him he was cute, and the same way it was when you told him you were scared before he kissed you for the first time. “i can learn, i can.”

your smile is as soft as it was when you took his birthday picture last year, and the day you held his hand for the first time, and the day someone asked you if he was your boyfriend. “you’re not ready. maybe if you can answer this, i will listen to what you have to say.”

minho nods frantically as you run the tape across the top of another box, and you sigh.

“if love was not what you were looking for, why did you start this? what was the purpose of the burning skin, of the way you held me at night? why did you grasp onto me for dear life like it was nothing without me?”

his tears are streaming as you run out of tape, and you look up to him.

“i do…i do love you.” his voice is trembling, and you can feel a single tear drip down your face as you pull him in closely. your embrace is snug, like it was when he graduated college, and when he took care of you when you were sick, and when you told him you loved him. he can’t let you go, even as you attempt to pull away. “please, please don’t leave. i’m so dependent on you, i can’t let you go. i’m such a fool, please. i love you, i do.”

you feel your stomach churn as you pull away, wiping another stray tear from your cheek.

“i have to go. please, don’t contact me for a while. i have a lot to figure out.” you take both of the boxes in your hands, beelining for the door before stopping. you timidly place a chaste kiss on his lips, your lipstick staining his lips for the last time. a cherry red, his favorite on you.

“i do, i love you. please.” his voice is full of desperation, but you can’t bear to look at him a second longer. it was a huge deal. it was upsetting.

you will move on. you will be okay, promise.

you stand in the doorway, lower lip trembling as you try not to cry into your words.

“i’m sorry, believe me. i love you, but not in that way.”

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ourlovesdelusions · 2 months

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the ultimate tayley fics masterlist

decided to compile a list of tayley fics to get you through any paramore droughts! will be updating as more come out.

— long-form fics —

first thing to go by yours truly!

how i met your mother

after laughter by @sparks9793

lsfty: friends or lovers?

the love you want by fthayleywilliams

los angeles by rosesiris2020

tour life

the meaning of flowers

sudden desire

painful reminder

in a rush

paper hearts by panic_switch

miracle by hellyawilliams

thick skull

liar

patron saint by parameme

magnetic attraction by whycantitibereal

album of the year by tayloryorkyall

white ferrari

— one-shots, two-shots and compilations —

the one with the wedding by yours truly!

oh my love, i lied to you

'tis the damn season

taylor's version

the b-sides

love is not an easy thing to admit by @sparks9793

baby, tell yourself it ain't over yet

i wanna feel his hands go down

love songs for taylor york

lsfty: the prompts

lsfty: the subgramming

lsfty: the outtakes

lsfty: the covers

might've taken thirty years

you can hear it in the silence by @sillygoose375

no use i just love you

what's all at once so crystal clear

oh, i'm falling in love

is it chill that you're in my head

i never needed to by @itstayloryorkyall

waking up in vegas

why we ever

running out of time

words

the grammys

prom

crystal clear

little trouble

off day by anonymous

gasoline by laughterafter21

i'll take care of you by thenewchicken

the grammys

too far to go back now

winter movie day

soulmates

play me something by carpoolkids

revisiting the past by yelyahtaylor

smells like christmas

too good at fighting chemicals by gabreslas

tayley drabbles by @yaylortorkyall

good grief by @dykelyah

her's

what? by mariposa_13

hate mine, but love yours by @nvrcominghome

never felt this sensation

whatever happens, happens

hear me out

new beginnings by panic_switch

with open mouth by @ao3usermelancholyhues

reassemble it

threnody by tog

inevitability by camseydavis

birthdays by shan_shan_shaniali

in the middle of the night

jealous business

2 a.m. conversation with a bartender

watching listen to your heart

looks better on you by whoatemycupcakes

#tayley #hayley williams #taylor york #paramore #hayley williams and taylor york #ao3 fanfic #wattpad fanfic #paramore fanfic #fanfiction #ao3

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baby-fever-anon · 17 days

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Hiii! I am an absolute sucker for sickfics and unfortunately we are in the great dnf sickfic drought so what about a short drabble of George not feeling well and Dream caring for him? :)

Sick Fic

wc: 697

George has been sick for a little over four days now.

When George had gotten sick that Tuesday, it had worried Dream so much that he nearly made himself sick.

George's first wave of sickness had been awful.

He had woken Dream up at nearly four in the morning by jumping out of bed and nearly sprinting to the bathroom.

Dream had gotten up at the sound of his boyfriend gagging and sputtering as he threw up the dinner the two shared hours before.

When Dream had vocalized his concerns George had waved him off, telling him that it was just something he ate and that he would be fine by morning.

George threw up three more times before the clock hit six am.

George got progressively worse of over the next twenty four hours. When Dream finally convinced him to let him check his temperature on Tuesday evening, the thermometer read 103°.

The number, combined with the fact that the only times George was awake and responsive was when he was throwing up, made him panic even worse.

He ended up calling his mom and begging her for help.

Her advice was to for him to do his best to lower George's fever, make sure he ate even if he couldn't keep it down, and keep him hydrated.

Dream did his best to follow her institutions, even when George would attempt to argue with him.

Now it's Saturday evening and George is doing significantly better.

He's awake and talking, for one. He says his throat hurts, his body is achey, and he has a headache. But his temperature is below a hundred degrees and he managed to eat breakfast without immediately throwing up, so Dream is counting it as a win.

The downside, though, of George feeling well enough to hold proper conversation is that he's feeling well enough to be... Bitchy. For lack of a better word.

"Dreeeeaaam." He whines for probably the third time in ten minutes.

Dream scoffs, fondly exasperated. He's sitting on the bed next to George, on top of the covers, with his laptop on his lap as he responds to emails.

"What do you need now?" He questions, not looking up from his laptop.

"I'm hungryyyy!" George groans in response.

"Then go get food."

"I can't." George pouts.

"And why is that?"

George coughs twice, both sounding like the most obvious fake coughs Dream has ever heard in his life. "I'm sick."

Dream rolls his eyes and holds back a laugh at the statement.

"I mean, you're clearly well enough to be a whiny little bitch, " The term is used affectionately. "about it. So I'd say you should be able to walk down the hall to get your own food."

Honestly, Dream was going to get him food the second he opened his mouth. But he just wants an excuse to rile up his boyfriend before he gives him what he wants.

"Wow." George scoffs, over exaggerating his British accent. He stares at Dream in disbelief before throwing himself back against the bed.

"I'm sick. And hungry. And you're really going to just let me starve." George throws an arm over his eyes and sighs dramatically. "It's like you want me to die." He mutters.

Dream can't hold back his laughter anymore.

"Fine. I'll get you your food, you drama queen."

George uncovers his eyes and beams up at him.

"You promise?"

Dream rolls his eyes. "Yes. I promise."

George let's out a soft giggle, mumbling a soft "Yippie" in victory as he wiggles happily underneath his blankets.

Dream leans in for a kiss, waiting until George closes his eyes to reciprocate to redirect and press a kiss to his forehead instead.

When he pulls away George's mouth is dropped open in offense.

"I want a real kiss." He mutters grumpily.

"Well you know how easily I get sick, and I just don't want to risk it since you're just so sick." He responds with a smug grin.

With that Dream stands from the beg and walks out of the room, giggling quietly to himself at the way George demands he comes back and give him a proper kiss.

#asks #honelle56 asks #idk if this is quite what you wanted but it sure was fun to write #my writing #drabble #dnfblr #dreamblr #dnf fanfic #also peep the mean girls reference

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sleeby-anon · 8 months

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Fae!Wilbur Soot x reader

Afab gender neutral reader

A unfinished drabble done in the discord server I figured I’d better post it to help the lot of you through the content drought. It’s incredibly unorganized. Based on the idea of how fae get drunk off honey.

This is NSFW: Minors piss off. Uhhh aphrodisiacs and tipsy pretty fae boy

One passionate night spent with loving murmurs and fingers tracing skin, and as he is admiring your body for the umpteenth time, his eyes shining something sadistic before grabbing the little jar, dipping his fingers in and dribbling honey all over you.

He’s tracing patterns into your skin with the stuff and looking at you with this sadistic grin before he’s dipping his fingers back in and dribbling the stuff all over your clit and vagina—it’s soft, and syrupy, and you are about to ask what he’s doing before he’s eagerly lapping at your folds—with a vigor you have not felt from him in some time

He’s calling you honeybee, honeycomb, as he’s pressing the sweet sticky stuff into your skin, then kissing you with the taste of honey and you still on his tongue

He’s lapping up the dribbles of the honey on your body before pressing bruising kisses into them. And his magic is becoming more wild, you can feel it. From the soft grass peeking through the floorboards and the soft little flowers reaching up to graze your arms, the way a warm fall breeze seems to whistle through the air even through your windows are shut, and the smell of sun nourished wind-kissed fruit are being exposed through the air like the crackle of a lightning storm—the honeys is definitely driving him more wild

You don’t even wake up the next morning feeling sticky from the honey—there is a absolutely passed out Wilbur (who is curled into you) and a near empty jar of honey

Getting to the point where you hide it from him—partly because he’s a honeyholic—but if he finds it he will be rubbing it along your arms, and then spending near hours massaging it into your skin, and kissing off the excess—you are his honeybee, and you should be nothing but sweet at all times

And it’s not like you need to go and buy raw honey—he’s fae—he literally knows of several hives—plus if you know an apiary nearby they almost always have honey for the one who is giving them flower clippings that make their hives go wild.

And on a few select days in the fall, you’ll surprise him with baklava, or honey milk teas, and stars above if you wanted to have sex you could have just *asked*

And dear gods does he want to spoil you. He want to bathe you in the finest of springs and then drip the summer warmed honey in between your thighs and across your chest—kissing it into your skin as you tremble from his touch alone.

And how he wishes you could be effected by the honey the same way the honey effects him his magic gone wild, the way the only thing he cares to hear is the way you moan his name like a prayer—honey on your lips, sweet and intoxicating and all he can think of is more

Eventually he does some magic digging and find an enchanted honey that works as an aphrodisiac to humans, to regular fae it’s like the strength of a strong wine. And by god is he excited to use it on you.

The minute you get home—absolutely dead on your feet, Wilbur is pulling you outside to his faerie circle, the one through the thick of the enchanted woods and with the falls nearby and he’s murmuring to you, to let him take care of you for tonight, just one night. And you are so tired, and the thought of being taken care of doesn’t sound so bad, so you acquiesce

And he’s pulling off your clothes while pulling you into one of the pools by the falls. He sits behind you, pulling your head back until your hair is floating in a halo around your head in the water, and he’s softly massaging your face, paying special attention to your jaw and temples before pulling you up, your back to his chest and he’s taking great care in cleaning you of the the wretched modern world

And all the while he’s humming. Something old, something ancient—a melody lost to time—but you can feel yourself relaxing, becoming more at ease from the shitty ass day you had—the tension leaving your shoulders

The next time you open your eyes, you feel him dragging two fingers across your chest—you believe it must be honey, he only dragged two fingers like that across you for one reason. Only this time, after smearing it across your chest, he tipped your head back and murmured not to swallow any of it. You knew it’s wasn’t his semen or anything—but the immediate taste of sweetness on your tongue, it wa a honey. After a few seconds of him pouring it into your mouth he stopped and you swallowed.

You weren’t sure what the reason was for him sharing his precious resource (especially when he couldn’t kiss it off of you) but he was currently massaging your scalp and finger combing through your hair in the water. It didn’t seem all that important to think right now

And he’s pulling you out of the water, an oddly warm fall breeze drying your naked body and your hair somehow carefully braided back, with the littlest of branches and fall leaves woven in.

And he’s pulling you his circle, still humming that melody that makes your thought process become soup, and the moss in his circle softens your step, and the grass grows tall around the stone and mushroom circle—as if shielding you from prying eyes. You vaguely feel the dribbling of more honey across your chest, before it being smeared into your stomach, and a healthy dollop spread between your thighs.

But for some reason, this time unlike the other times, you felt warmer, more comfortable, and the places where the honey touches made the area crazy sensitive to touch, and you nearly moaned something obscene when he began massaging the honey into your sex.

And then he’s kissing it off of you, the feeling too intense to describe, as you writhe and gasp and moan out his name, over and over he kisses the honey off you a bit slower, letting you feel nearly everything.

The residue of his spit and the honey leaves you trembling, as he’s stretching you out with his fingers—using more of the honey as lube, and it’s such an intense and exhilarating form of pleasure that tears are leaking down your face—it’s all so much—and it’s overwhelming but you can’t say no.

#sleeby anon #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #nsft #fae wilbur soot

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read-and-write- · 4 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks to @tintagel-or-cockleshells @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes @ssmtskw @songliili @rockyroadkylers @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @heybuddy-drabbles @matherines @happiness-of-the-pursuit @anincompletelist @suseagull04 for tagging me!!! (wow that's a lot of tags)

God it's been a while but I finally wrote some words! After weeks of drought here it is

Then he sees Henry enter the ice.

Alex has looked at Henry skating many times throughout his life, studied all of his movements and paid close attention to his technique to a point that he believes he has it memorized—Nora calls it an obsession, Alex refutes it’s only something necessary to face one of his strongest competitors. He doesn’t need to look at Henry to know when he will stop at his starting position, to see his chest rise and fall before the music starts, the telltale signs of exhaustion, the way he sticks up his chin when he prepares for a jump.

Alex has thought this was Henry’s way of showing he didn’t need to make an effort, a small movement that raised him above everyone else. He realizes now that just as he has his rituals, maybe Henry does too.

And I'm tagging @affectionatelyrs @raysletters and @inexplicablymine i think everyone else has done this already so flsjsnd

#fanfiction #red white and royal blue #tag game #rwrb #fic Toe the Line

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nephblrus · 4 months

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staff meeting

this is a drabble i wrote ages ago but wanted to post publicly to link in my oc archive.

the following conversation is between Stella Halliday and other staff members. to keep is easier to read, anything Stella says will be in bold

s: “alright, something else i wanted to bring up, we got a new brand kid registered for the new season. Bleach Annaki”

“annaki?”

“isnt that the lethal kid?”

“what’s he doing here?”

“can he even register here? thought he was an academy student”

“he’s been AWOL for like 5 months!

s: “quiet. let me talk. he registered a few days ago and is planning on starting up in the next season. i went through his file last night. it’s long.”

“doesn’t surprise me, brand kid and all”

“yeah that kids a machine”

s: “apparently he moved in with his brother. after looking at his file i have some guesses as to why, but i’ll keep that to myself. what i do what to discuss about him, well- okay who has questions first”

“how is he registered here? he’s an academy student.”

s: “says he dropped out of school and his team 4 months ago. didn’t graduate. no further information on that”

“we don’t know why?”

s: “he definitely got injured. he’s got… quite the medical history. chronic illness, ink sac deformity, lot of random injures over the years, and specifically, a 2 month long hospital admission, directly following when he dropped out”

“holy mackerel”

“good god”

“poor guy”

s: “yeah. besides autism, there’s nothing noted as diagnosis’, but he clearly has some trouble handling emotions, and with all the stuff he’s been through, wouldn’t shock me if he had a good amount of trauma”

“oh for sure. brand kids get pushed hard. i used to follow his plays for a while, his dad is harsh. like, really harsh. Nic Annaki”

“i forgot thats his dad”

“who’s that?”

“you don’t know nic annaki?”

s: “nic annaki was the greatest player of his generation and currently is the coach of the annaki professional team. he funds a heavy amount of money into freshwater academy and the inkopolis anarchy industry as a whole”

“yeah, that kids definitely fucked up”

s: “so. i’d like to discuss a support plan for him. he’s in S to start but i can’t imagine it’ll take him long to climb the leaderboards. his brother, Perri, stopped by to talk with one of the nurses and give them some more info on his health the other day. he needs to be monitored on if he’s drying out”

“dry out?”

“you’ll know it when you see him, ends of his tentacles are white. permanent damage”

“how do you know that?”

“like i said. i kept up with him for a while”

s: “yes. for now he’s got a limit of playing 2 full rotations a day, which i’ve been told will get bumped up and up over time. he’s still recovering from… whatever it was”

“we’ll let the spectators know to have someone check in with him after every few games. keep an eye out for droughting”

“does he got one of those tube things? he’ll probably have a custom ink tank, gotta get that approved through mechanics”

they spend a bit longer writing down notes for what might need to be in bleach’s plan, reviewing his file as a group, and sending information where it needs to be sent.

#splatoon oc #splatoon #splatoon oc stella #splatoon oc bleach

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