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itoshi-s · 1 year

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˚୨୧⋆ 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒

anon requested: yandere!rin + baby trapping // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 3k. cw: nsfw, dark content, noncon (forced breeding), dead dove don't eat, unprotected sex, slight obsessive behavior but. what's new ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱

as the sunlight seeps through the curtains - mellow and warm despite having risen just barely an hour or two ago - rin notices how pretty you look.

he's observant. always has been, especially on the field, but his eyes seem to be the sharpest when it's you they are scrutinizing. as he sits at the couch and digs his spoon into his oatmeal, he does exactly that - watches you, closely and quietly, something you've grown used to already during the past two years you've been together. you don't pay his gaze no mind as you pad around the living room, taking your time, having nowhere to rush just yet.

(you only ever wake up this early to spend just a bit more time with him before he leaves for his morning practice, giving up two hours of precious sleep you could indulge in. you're selfless, and rin appreciates- loves it.)

licking the spoon clean and letting it rest against his lips for a moment, rin takes note on how bright and smooth the delicate skin under your eyes looks. there's no trace of the grey undertones left, even though you haven't picked up any new skincare routine. the soft planes of your tummy look just a little less swollen, too, and you sigh happily when the button of your jeans pops into place with no resistance at all. there's more of that content smile he knows and adores and less of the mood swings that had his own annoyance spiking all too often.

as you join him on the couch, he glances towards your morning cup of coffee. you must not be feeling so fatigued all the time anymore, too, 'cause it seems you just opted out of the extra espresso shot in your lattes.

"how are you feeling?" rin asks, putting the bowl down on the table and instead pulling your feet into his lap. he massages up your calves gently as you hum questioningly.

"hm, good. why?" you take a sip of the warm beverage, fingers wrapping around the glass.

you look a little confused, not entirely caught up on what made him ask. the noiret tilts his head, fingers drumming along your shin.

"well, it's three weeks since you got off the pill," he points out, turquoise gaze following the way your mouth parts in realization. "the side effects are gone, aren't they? you look like you're doing better."

the fact rin has also noticed all the little signs you've grown aware of these past few days makes your heart flutter. it was obvious the recent form of contraception wasn't the best fit for you - well, you're pretty sure you could check off at least half of the listed side effects on the horrendously extensive leaflet. it'd be in fact impossible not to notice the sudden mood swings or lack of vigor, the excess water retention... instead, it's the way he spots the symptoms lessening that makes you giddy with endearment.

to be fair, it's only been a couple days since you picked up on it. (how does he do it so quickly? you're not sure.)

"oh- yup. it's a lot better now. i think it's finally wearing off for good." you set the mug down right next to rin's bowl, moving to straddle his lap instead. it must be muscle memory by this point, the way his hands move to rest on your hips before you even settle comfortably. "i kind of want to take a little break before i try anything else, though," you mumble and rin hums in acknowledgement.

you glance towards his face, lips quirking up when you're met with the all too familiar sparkle behind your boyfriend's gaze. you snicker, flicking his forehead.

"so-" you chuckle breathily when he leans in, nipping at your jaw in playful retaliation, "-we've gotta be careful."

it's a no-brainer to the both of you. of course you have to be extra cautious. you've established your views on parenthood back in the early stages of your relationship, the topic coming back around every few months - but nothing has changed since the first time you got around discussing it. you've got all the time in the world - three or four more seasons, maybe, or until you're finished doing your masters degree.

it's all clear, really. obvious.

"f'course, baby."

but you're too good, and it slowly drives rin up the wall where he cannot escape the dull ache in his chest anymore, yearning for more, all of it, all of you.

you're the greatest thing to happen to him - he never doubted that. it shows in the way you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing the sweetest kisses to his lips when he's about to step out the door; leaving little notes in his lunchboxes, always signed off with a little heart, something to bring a smile to his lips as he reaches for his after workout meal. you're sweet, always waiting up for him even when practice runs long - eyes drowsy and cheeks warm as you greet him at the door, arms wrapping around his waist. you're addicting when leaving half crescent moons along his silky skin, grabbing at his broad frame in euphoria as you hiccup his name like it's the only thing you know.

you're scaring him, too, you know?

a loop tightens around the throbbing muscle deep in his chest, threatening to snap and leave him scrambling to put the pieces back together when you first mention applying abroad for your postgraduate studies.

"i hope i get in." you say softly, voice a steady hum and you don't even look up from your laptop as you speak. maybe if you did, you'd notice the hurt written all over rin's face - a betrayal of sorts, that makes his pupils shrink and brows furrow in confusion.

he's being unfair. he knows - he's not stupid, never has been. you've packed your bags and left your former life behind as soon as he mentioned getting a better club offer. not even once did you make him feel bad about it. you never whined nor complained and perhaps, it's exactly what made rin's love for you grow so much stronger. you only ever saw it as a new opportunity, plenty new possibilities opening right before the both of you - you were happy for him, god, you were so proud.

why can't he bring himself to feel the same?

it seems unreasonable to him at first. you'll only have to leave every two weeks, just for the weekends, and since money's never the problem as long as he's around, you'll take the private jet, too, if that means you get home faster. it's not like you're leaving him, lonely in this ridiculously huge penthouse that feels all too overwhelming when he's the only one in it.

but up until this point, you've been gracing him with so much of your attention and time, each and every day, that the thought of anything else taking up a chunk of it makes his heart sink.

there's plenty of ways to stifle this irrational fear. (talking it out, for starters. but rin's not good at that, you know it, he knows it.) this, though, might be the one that'll work best.

should he feel bad? regretful, maybe, for what he's putting you through? probably, yeah, but it's not like the way your pussy creams around him and sucks him in deep allows any sort of sober thinking, anyway.

a guttural groan rips through rin's throat, forehead clammy as it presses against yours, lips gleaming with spit from where they're an inch shy from locking with your own. sinewy thighs tense with each ruthless thrusts that send you jerking upwards and grabbing onto his bicep desperately.

you sob his name so sweetly, whimpers bubbling from your parted lips, chanting quiet pleas for more. it's quickly muffled by rin's tongue as he drinks the honeyed sounds right up, lapping at your mouth. rin is always almost too much to handle - overbearing every sense, seeping into every cell, making every synapse spark with scorching hot pleasure. tonight, it almost seems like he's worse. his hips slam against yours, bones bruising one another when he presses deeper, changing the angle so that there's not an inch denied of your warmth. a milky white, creamy ring forms at the very base of rin's girth, a mess from your juices and previous orgasms, and creates the lewd shlick sound that cuts through the humid air with each firm thrust.

"ah- hah! rin, rin," you whine, lashes sticking together from unconscious tears, head lulling to the side as you gasp. "good- s' good, please- !"

the man only grunts in response, breath hitching deep in his chest and he struggles slightly to retrieve it between forceful strokes, "yeah? feels good, yeah, baby?" rin utters the praise right against your jaw, fingers digging into the and slipping to grab your cheeks instead, glistening with tears and spit.

sharply, he pulls back, merely a few inches but just enough to take a look at your face, contorted in ecstasy. he eyes you closely, breath mingling with your own from the close proximity, and there's nothing short of formidable simmering behind those pretty teal hues. jet black pupils swallow you whole, blown until the familiar teal only shines like a halo, crazed but pretty as ever.

"you gonna cum, hm? show me, c'mon, be good, fuck- be my good girl." and when he speaks, he's not asking, not coaxing you - demanding is the best way to put it, and it has you shuddering underneath his weight, draped over your frame like you've got nowhere to run from the white hot pleasure he's feeding you.

your jaw aches and eyes roll back, almost crossing over, as your tongue lolls out deliriously. rin's cheeks blister with arousal and for a second, his rhythm falters and mind blanks, hard cock twitching inside of you with need. he only forces a shaky breath, one hand hurriedly reaching for one of your ankles that digs into his lower back, the other soon following.

rin doesn't struggle one bit in hauling your legs up, the sheer strength of corded muscle flexing against your nails, bluntly digging into the flesh of his biceps still. for a second, it doesn't seem like you catch up on what's happened - not even when your knees knock against your chest and ass lifts off the soaked mattress just slightly - until you gasp for breath feverishly, fingers tightening on his arm. with another stroke forward, rin's cock reaches deep and fills you up to the hilt. it's too much, so much, he's so deep - you're sure you can feel him all the way up in your tummy, and the realization, as erotic and lewd as it is, tears a blubbery whine from your mouth and causes your eyes to widen.

he almost feels sorry for you as the incoherent, treacly mewls come tumbling out with each frenzied, shallow breath. his large hands grab behind your knees, fingers digging into the doughy flesh of your thighs and he uses the position as a leverage of sorts, only pressing your trembling frame further into the bed. you're pliable, soft and out of your mind, fucked dumb at the end of his weeping cock - and fuck, you're so pretty, this is not enough.

it's not enough until he has all of you, rin thinks, head heavy with the frenzy of thoughts that seem to send jolts of electricity right down to where your bodies meet. his balls tighten, pulling into his body and he groans, slipping one of his hands to rest at the small of your back instead, the other settling in it's righteous place around your jugular.

"o-oh-" you yelp, hands scrambling to grab at his wrist. "pl-please, rin, m'gonna cum, gonna cum-"

the flickering stars behind your eyes and sickly sweet pleas give it away. you're close, he can tell, from the warmth oozing around the base of his cock and irregular, sinful throbbing of your slick walls. he's breathless, dark green strands matted to his forehead with sweat as he searches for your eyes.

he wants to see you, wants to watch.

"go on," rin coaxes, voice a gravelly tune that has the ache in your tummy growing stronger. "cum for me, pretty, yeah? fuck- cum with me, hm?"

blood rushes into your ears when the hand digging into your back slips to the front, thumb finding your swollen clit with ease. euphoria seeps into every struggling breath as rin's grip tightens and finger starts sloppily rubbing circles on the hardened nub. and it's heavenly, has your brain turning to mush until he presses his lips to your cheek, uttering nonsense and grunting and you realize-

"rin- rin, out-" you drawl, hips bucking against his hand and toes curling at the side of his head, "p-pull out,"

through the thick haze of your mind, you make out the way rin's chest presses against yours, trapping you under more of his weight. panic settles in your chest when you feel his fingers flex around your neck, pushing your head further into the pillows and successfully knocking the breath right out your aching lungs. one of your hand scrambles to push at his chest to no avail.

"don't," he chokes out, pubic bone rutting against your mound, digging his thumb harder against your abused clit. "gonna take care of you, make you feel- good, ah, make you feel s' good, promise." he grits his teeth, urges every muscle to push harder, until your hips jolt underneath his and bed creaks all too loud at the sheer force of his thrusts.

you sound almost in pain, rin realizes. you always do when folded so pretty under his body, ankles shaking on top of his shoulders and head thrashing backwards. yet this time, as he hungrily takes in the look on your face, there's something else he recognizes in your eyes, glossed over with crystalline tears that soon slip down the reddened flesh of your cheeks.

(he doesn't like the thought of it being fear.)

"let me." he breathes, as if he's given you any choice, and ruts himself into you sloppily, thumb reaching up your jaw to stuff between your lips, parted in teary pleads. spit bubbles past the corner of your mouth and around the digit as he forces it further down.

your legs quiver, jerking against the sturdy muscle of rin's chest and to your horror, the cotton between your ears only grows thicker, a white noise that slowly overtakes every sense. your limbs feel heavy, limp underneath rin's weight, and there's no way you're fighting back the piercing heat that builds deep in your core.

"pl- pw'ease, r-in," you're crying. the realization hits him and only adds fuel to this twisted desire that crawls up his back and spurs him on to pound into you harder, split your writhing tight body open on his cock until you break and tremble and-

somewhere between the tight circles he draws on your clit, you tense up, back arching and thighs jostling against his front as you wail. he swallows all the broken moans that drip out your swollen mouth, licks at your tongue as his thumb forces your jaw open some more - feeds on the salty aftertaste your tears have left, and fuck, rin might just feel like crying, too, you know? how could he not, when you're giving him those starry eyes, dumbfounded and wide before they roll backwards in euphoria?

the coil in his gut finally snaps and he groans, guttural sounds bleeding into something more of a shattered whine as he pounds into you. it takes two, three more snaps of his hips before he bottoms out, quads crammed against the back of your thighs as finally, he's spilling himself inside of you. it's too much, has rin's body jostling at the electricity that sears down his abdomen with each thick, heavy spurt right against your cervix. he gasps and allows his mouth to fall open, teal eyes frantic as they search for your face through thick noir lashes. you cannot move, not an inch, not even as you push at the broad of his chest in frail attempts to make some space.

he doesn't even budge. if anything, that helpless little fit of yours only made his cock twitch to life again, mere seconds after he has barely caught his breath from possibly one of the hardest orgasms he's ever had. still, he collapses on top of you, earning himself a squeal from where you're folded underneath him, and gives one last groan before pressing his face in your neck, warm and pulsating with your erratic heartbeat.

rin gently eases his hands around your thighs, pulling them from underneath his body, and slowly, steadily moves them to wrap around his lithe waist instead. you whimper, the dull ache settling in, and yet it's nothing compared to the hole that starts to dig itself in your chest. bitter realization starts to make itself home right in the raw tear, gnawing at every thread of confusion that loops around your heart - tightening with each huff of breath rin exhales into your neck.

"rin-" you start, voice breaking midway and eyes blinking once, bleary with hesitation. you feel him move from his spot, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

the silence is deafening, ringing in your ears and settling heavy on your shoulders. when rin hushes you, pressing his lips to yours and tilting his hips forward again, you think that you actually like the eerie quiet better than his voice.

"don't." he mutters, hand reaching up to grab at the soft fat of your cheeks.

you don't have it in you to protest.

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ab4eva · 9 months

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‘Ain’t That Loving You Baby’

Summary: Reader is out of sorts all day - grumpy, petulant, rude and just plain bitchy. Elvis takes it upon himself to set her straight.

Warnings: NFSW 18+, spanking, non-con spanking, established relationship, time period related ideas about marriage/relationships, copious use of pet names, use of the term “daddy”, fingering, aftercare, fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Authors note: Y’all, sometimes inspiration for a fic strikes in the most unexpected of ways, as with this one. I know this isn’t everyone’s cuppa, so if I’ve tagged you and you aren’t into it, apologies and please just keep right on scrolling. Now please enjoy one of my top Elvis fantasies that I will write in as many different ways as humanly possible until the day I die.

Word count: 3.6k

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it - why you were so out of sorts today. One minute you were close to tears, feeling sensitive and tender if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way or seemed the least bit careless with you. The next minute you were blowing up at some poor member of the Memphis Mafia, Vernon or even Elvis himself. You were grumpy, combative, and just generally in a very bad mood. It was as if a black cloud were hanging over your head, following your every step, raining on your own personal parade just to piss you off. The worst part was you knew you were being a brat but you were powerless to stop it. You felt itchy and irritated, on edge from the moment you stepped out the front doors of Graceland that morning to run your errands.

It didn’t help that when you returned, Elvis and the boys were lounging in the living room, making a right mess of things - beer bottles littering every surface, ash trays full to the brim with cigar ash, dirty plates covering the floor - it looked like a literal bomb had gone off. You’d just cleaned the entire house yesterday from top to bottom. Elvis had begged you to hire a housekeeper after you’d gotten married, but you were old fashioned, you saw it as the wife’s job to keep a clean house. And so you did…until all of these beastly men came and messed it up again. You surveyed the mess, a look of displeasure coloring your pretty face, your hands clenched into tight fists. Your heart pounded as you dug your fingernails into the soft flesh of your palm and tried very hard not to scream.

“Oh hey Y/N,” Red said lazily, the first of them to notice you standing in the doorway. “These cookies are damn delicious.” Your eyes zeroed in on his hand and you saw he held one of your freshly baked chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, the ones you’d painstakingly made dozens of last night. They were meant for the cookie exchange your book club was having tomorrow. Your eyes slowly surveyed the rest of the men in the living room, all of them perched here and there on the furniture or the floor… and all of them with cookies in their hands. The big platter heaped with cookies you had carefully placed on top of the fridge now sat almost empty in the middle of the coffee table. Your eyes found Elvis’s as you inhaled sharply and gave him a look that could kill. He had the good grace to look abashed as he quickly dropped the cookie he was holding, standing up slowly from where he sat on the couch as he moved towards you, holding both hands in front of him in a gesture meant to placate you but it only enraged you further.

“Now baby, we didn’t mean to eat all these here cookies, but you know they’re my favorite and I-I-I couldn’t resist. And I had to share with the guys, otherwise what kind of host would I be?” His blue eyes were sparkling with something close to amusement and his voice dripped honey, soft and low, soothing. He knew the look you were giving him, knew he had to tread carefully.

“Elvis…baby,” you said in a dangerous and mocking whisper, “those cookies were for my book club.” You spat the words out through gritted teeth, barely containing your rage. The thing is, you were usually so easygoing, so even-keeled, the very definition of hospitable to guests in your home. Normally, this wouldn’t even phase you. But today? It made you so angry you could barely speak. Poor Jerry had the unfortunate thought at that moment to try and smooth the situation over by offering to clean up the mess they’d made only to have you snap at him (“Don’t bother! None of you had the bright idea to even think before turning my living room into a pigsty!”) as you stomped out of the room.

Things didn’t end there as your rampage continued for the rest of the day, cutting down anyone and anything daring to cross your path. Vernon made the mistake of asking you about a shopping bill for some new dresses you purchased last week, innocently wanting to know the total so he could add it to the monthly expense account. You almost wrung his neck - the sheer audacity of the man! The Colonel came sweeping in cheerily in the late afternoon, trying to pull one of his old carney tricks on you, thinking it would lighten your mood. It had the opposite effect and you told him off so completely that even Elvis had to chuckle at it with a bemused smile. But the final straw came that evening, as you and Elvis sat peacefully (for his part, at least) in the living room, quietly reading after a rather tense dinner. You made some snide, off the cuff remark aimed at the way your husband’s business was being run and in an instant, you knew you’d stepped over the line, pushed Elvis past the limit of what he’s willing to take.

As soon as the words fly out of your mouth you wish you could pull them back in, gather the broken pieces of them and keep them inside. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying to his face, realizing your mistake too late, realizing your bad mood has landed you here, in uncharted territory. Only once before had you taken things too far - two weeks after your wedding - Elvis had stormed out of the house in a barely suppressed rage only to return the next morning, acting as if nothing had even happened. You see his body still and his blue eyes widen in surprise before they darken, anger and annoyance flashing across his face before being replaced with a look of willful determination. You know that look, it’s the one he gets when he has an idea in his head, and like a dog with a bone, won’t let go until he gets what he wants. Your heart speeds up in your chest, pounding almost painfully, you feel a little lightheaded and your mouth goes dry. You swallow thickly, opening your mouth to apologize, to take back the words you’ve already said, anything at all to stop this train from hurtling off the cliff. “Elvis, I-,” the words start to tumble from your mouth in a rush before he cuts you off angrily.

“That’s enough!” he yells, his voice booming loud and firm, your ears ringing with the force of it. “Now listen here, girl, I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but that’s. Enough.” His voice is now dangerously low as he punctuates each word with a stab of his finger in your direction, his gold rings glittering wildly in the soft light of the room. He stands abruptly and strides towards you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly and holding you there. You struggle against him, beating his solid chest with your closed fists like a child, not wanting to be held.

“Lemme go…let me go!” you practically scream in his face. Something inside you refuses to be comforted in this moment, you feel as if he’s suffocating you. You don’t want him to touch you, don’t want him near you. And yet, it’s all you want, to be here, in his arms. His deliciously musky scent fills your nostrils as he presses your head into his shirt in an attempt to calm you. His chest is heaving with restrained emotion and his wiry chest hairs tickle your nose through his unbuttoned collar. Confusion swirls in your brain, you’re too upset to sort through the emotions that have been tormenting you all day as you thrash against him. His lip curls up in an annoyed smirk as he grabs your flailing fists, pinning them to your side as his jaw clenches, his strong arms vise-like as he clutches you tightly to his chest.

“Now, you’re gonna tell me why ya got a bee in your britches, darlin. Why ya been a goddamn brat all goddamn day… or I’m gonna make ya tell me,” he commands, his voice rough and low. His eyes search yours and his nostrils flair slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to keep you in check as you still struggle against him. You can see the vein in his neck, the one that drives you wild, popping out - which means he’s excited or angry - or both.

“I’d like to see you try,” you spit at him scornfully, your bright eyes challenging him, your lip turning up into a slight sneer as you wriggle some more.

“Don’t test me, little one. I think someone needs an attitude adjustment and I’m just the one to give it to ya.” He squeezes you tighter in his arms as you squirm, still trying to break free, and suddenly you’re having a little trouble breathing. You stop moving for a moment and his grip loosens just a little as you gulp in a breath of air. “As your husband, it’s my job to set you right when you’re misbehaving. So I’m gonna ask ya again, darlin - why are ya so outta sorts today?”

You stare at him, at a loss for words. Truthfully, you don’t know what’s gotten into you. It’s just a bad day. You remember waking up and feeling fine, maybe a little tired. Elvis was already gone, his side of the bed cold and empty. He’d been distracted with contract negotiations when you found him in the kitchen, already eating breakfast. Without you. You had wanted to tell him a story about something that happened yesterday that made you think of him. But just as you were about to he was up and out for a meeting, without ever kissing you good morning. Or goodbye. All of these little things, you suddenly realize, subconsciously added up to you feeling neglected and uncared for by him. They had curled inside your belly without you knowing, sending sad thoughts to your brain all day long. You bite your lip as it all comes rushing in and you feel yourself close to tears.

You can’t tell him these things. They’re all too silly, too small, too insignificant in the grand scheme of it all. You just stare at him, your chest heaving, your eyes silently pleading with him to understand as a tear slips down your cheek unbidden. He softens for a moment, a dozen different thoughts flashing across his readable face. He gently wipes your tear with his thumb and presses a kiss to your cheek where it fell. Then he nods once, as if making up his mind about something. He releases you, grabbing your wrist again, practically dragging you over to the big, comfy chair at the edge of the living room. You go rather willingly, unsure of what his plan is. His other hand settles on the back of your neck, gently, as he starts to push you down over the back of the chair. You suddenly understand that something you have no control over is about to happen and you start to fight him again. But he keeps a firm grasp on your wrist as he keeps pushing your head down until you are bent almost in two over the back of the chair. If his iron grip on you didn’t entirely prevent you from moving, his strong, lean body standing behind you and pressing you into the chair does.

“Stop squirming, or I’ll have to tie you down.” His voice in your ear is breathy, somewhere between amused and annoyed. “Don’t think I won’t, honey. You’ve been ornery all day and you don’t get a say in what happens now, ya hear me? Just remember, this is for your own good. And I love you.” You stop moving, knowing he’ll do whatever he deems necessary to see this through. He releases his grip on you and steps to the side, his left arm settling heavily across your back to hold you down as he rucks your short dress up around your hips. You feel him run a hand across your round ass, cupping it and squeezing softly. You hear what can only be described as a delighted breath escaping his lips behind you, the soft huff of a chuckle, his ribcage expanding against your arm as he breathes deeply. The pressure as he grips your ass gets harder and harder before he suddenly stops and his cool fingers toy with the edge of your panties around your waist before he unceremoniously yanks them down to your ankles.

“Last chance, baby,” he says through gritted teeth, his tone stern as he pins you to the chair. You start to squirm again, panic rising in your chest. He’s about to spank you. He…he’s never done that before. Not even for fun. Your body starts to tremble and you shake your head, refusing to speak. You feel him raise his right hand and a ghost of a breeze whispers across your bare bottom. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, your heart banging painfully in your chest, preparing as best you know how. You haven’t been spanked since you were a little girl and there’s something wrong, and slightly exciting, about it.

He delivers the first slap to your bottom with a firm, open palm, the impact of it echoing throughout the living room, the only other noise that can be heard is the ticking of a clock, your gasp and Elvis’s heavy breathing. You inhale sharply at the sting of it, but it isn’t as terrible as you were expecting and it dissipates quickly. You let out the breath you’d been holding, if this is all it is you can handle it. All is quiet and still behind you, and you wonder if that’s it…until you feel him lean down to speak in your ear again.

“That was just a warm up, little girl, ain’t gonna go that easy on ya for the rest of ‘em,” he murmurs, and you hear the love in his stern voice as you try and process what he’s saying. The rest of them? That was going easy? You start to wiggle, trying to break free once again and realize the whimpering noise filling the room is coming from your mouth. Before you can get too worked up he swats you again, twice in quick succession, a little harder than before.

“Ow!” you yell, incensed by your situation, kicking your feet a little. “That hurt!” You spit out through gritted teeth, angry now. “Elvis Aaron Presley, you let me go this instant!” Your demands are met with an amused laugh, and you let out a frustrated growl, trying and failing to twist out of his grasp.

“I see I haven’t sorted you out yet, honey. Still got some of that brattiness left in ya that needs to be broken. Your choice, little girl.” Elvis lets a small laugh slip, his eyes on your body as he slowly and deliberately brings his hand down on your ass again. It’s strong and forceful, but not cruel. It leaves you breathless, speechless. Finally the stinging has permeated your skin and refuses to leave. It’s starting to be uncomfortable and you can tell that if he doesn’t quit soon you’re going to have a hard time sitting tomorrow.

“You’ve been petulant, rude, acting like a damn child all day. And that’s not the woman I know and love, the woman I married. No wife of mine is gonna act that like that and get away with it - not to my friends, not to my father, and especially not to me. Do you understand?” His hand gently cups you as he lectures, rubbing softly over what must be your quickly reddening ass. You hiss and grip the the pillow in front of you. “Answer me, girl. Do you understand?”

You’re not done pouting…if he thinks he can break you, sort you out, punish you - let him try. You stay willfully silent, refusing to speak. You hear him sigh as he removes his hand from you and you brace yourself for another round.

“Have it your way, darlin’…I’m gonna give you six more and if you’re still in a state, then we’re gonna have to have a serious talk, you and me," Elvis says, suddenly quiet and solemn and your heart drops in your chest. Maybe this isn’t some game he’s playing? You didn’t realize it was as important as he’s now letting on. You know you were a total bitch today and you do regret your words and actions… You cry out as he spanks you again without warning, his palm landing with more force than he’s given you so far. He continues and the spanking is relentless, but there's also something almost hypnotic about it. It feels like his hand is on your skin forever, but before you know it, it's almost over. And unexpectedly you realize the last couple of swats have sent lightening straight to your core, your nipples are tight buds rubbing deliciously against the coarse fabric of the chair through your thin dress and you’re surprised to feel slickness gathering on your thighs. You don’t know when your cries turned to breathy moans but he stops abruptly as he hears you, still two spankings left to give.

You’re breathing heavily, still clutching the decorative pillow adorning the chair as you clench around nothing, surprising yourself and Elvis as an obscene squelching noise echoes across the now quiet living room. You let out a breathless laugh, flushing a deep red, thankful he can’t see the embarrassment written across your face. You feel Elvis laughing silently as well, quiet little snorts as he tries and fails to keep from giggling.

“Well now, this is a development I wasn’t expecting,” he murmurs in your ear, leaning over you, his warm breath floating across your cheek. You turn your face towards his, your glassy eyes trying to focus on him as you blink slowly. “Now that it seems I’ve sorted you out, what kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t also take care of my baby?” His right hand squeezes your bottom lightly as his left arm finally releases you and his hand slips underneath your hips, his long, cool fingers gently sliding up your soaking folds. Your breath hitches at his touch, letting out a whimper as he reaches your aching clit, circling it deftly with calloused fingers, once, twice, before dipping two of them into your wet heat.

“Goddamn, mama, so needy for me? Maybe I oughta spank ya more often,” he says breathlessly, his voice taut with desire. You know your husband well - it’s the way he sounds when his cock is hard and straining against his pants, aching to be set free. He’s probably already starting to leak, you think dimly, and the thought has you fluttering around him.

“Oh…” you manage to breathe out as he starts to pump his fingers into you agonizingly slow, his thumb finding your clit and applying light pressure. You rock your hips, already so close to the edge you can almost taste it. His right hand smacks your ass hard and you jolt forward, the feeling of his fingers inside you and his punishing hand on your backside has you starting to whine, unable to stop. He speeds up the movement of his hand, curling his digits just so into that sensitive and spongy part of you just as he delivers the final slap to your ass that has you clenching tightly around his fingers nestled inside you, coming harder than you have in a while, your high-pitched whine turning silent as you stop breathing for a moment. He groans above you and you feel him shaking slightly as he bends over your body - you know it’s taking everything in him to hold it together. After a few moments, he slowly releases you, helping you stand and your legs immediately buckle underneath you. Elvis grabs you under your arms to try and keep you from falling but you’re both so weak with spent energy and desire - yours fulfilled, his aching - that you both tumble to the ground in a heap.

"There. All sorted out, sweetheart?" Elvis smiles down at you as your head rests against his shoulder, his arm encircling your waist. His voice is rough but tender as he smoothes the hair back from your face. "How did daddy do?" he asks, a smirk pulling his lush lips up into a lopsided grin. You blink dazedly, trying to form a coherent thought.

“Daddy?” you finally say, rolling the unfamiliar word around on your tongue. “Hmm, I could get used to that, I think.” You smile softly as your hand reaches up to cup his face, your thumb brushing the scratchy stubble across his jaw as your eyes turn serious. “I am sorry, Elvis. For all of it,” you whisper, blinking back tears.

“Shh, little one, I know,” he says, kissing your forehead softly and pulling you closer into himself, cradling you on his chest as your hand nestles in his chest hair, right above his heart that beats only for you.

And at book club the next day, when you’re settled on a mountain of pillows, no one even bats an eye.

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thewriterwhowritesnot · 7 months

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To Have and To Hold

Warnings: Yandere!Aliucard, SMUT, creampie (wrap it before you tap it my dudes this is FICTION! Kids cost money), slight degradation, a little bit of fluff. A/N: Yall, please don't judge me. I had a hell of a rough time writing this out because I had to take a break every three minutes to BREATHE lol. I hope the smut is okay. I'm not ready to be that explicit just yet. I hope y'all like this. This is another 2k words and is not proofread. If you want to be in the taglist just lmk! Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.

Masterlist Chap 1.

Chapter Two

The next morning you awake to an old chest half your size in the middle of your room. On top of it, there’s a note. “ I was informed this morning that your bag was lost in transit and they’re unable to locate it. I took the liberty of getting you some clothes to wear while you’re here. I hope they fit you and if they don’t we can make adjustments.

A. “

A bit bummed at the loss of your clothes, you open the chest and immediately forget about what small things you packed in your bag. The first piece of clothing was a soft pink sundress with white flowers on it. The Queen Anne neckline was lined with white lace and you loved it instantly. Setting it aside to wear it for the day. There were multiple sets of silk pajamas. Pretty nightgowns and fluffy slippers and beautiful shoes (that were all your size). You giggled like a child in the long mirror against the wall, swaying this way and that.

Granted, in your job description you wore clothes that kept your skin safe from poisonous spiders, cobwebs, and splinters. But the knowledge that Adrian had picked these out to lend you made butterflies spring to life in your belly and you couldn’t resist thinking of what he’d think of you in them.

Deciding to bathe before you start your day, you enter the bathroom and examine the large tub and new shower head. The place was spotless and smelled of lemon. You turned on the faucet and allowed the hot water of the shower to steam up the room before getting in. Being too tired to shower the night before you basked in the warmth of the hot water washing the days of travel off your skin.

However, your peace was short-lived because a rush of cold air cut across your skin beckoning a wave of gooseflesh. There were no vents or holes near the shower so you shut the water off and peered out of the shower curtain. The bathroom door was open and you struggled to remember if you’d closed it or not. Surely, you would’ve closed it to keep the heat in, right?

Stepping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel and enter the room to find nothing amiss.

Strange.

You searched the chest for the round container of lotion you’d spotted when you were rummaging through it earlier. After getting dressed, you leave your room, notepad in hand, and find your way to the kitchen.

Marguerite is there and quickly introduces herself and offers you a full breakfast. Shamefully, you find yourself very pleased with the fact that she’s an older woman. Much too old to be romantically involved with your host. Her grey hair is pulled back into one bun, pulled away from her round face which is free of wrinkles. Her eyes are almost catlike which would appear almost frightening if not for their warm disposition and the childish curve of her features. She looks incredibly young and old at the same time. You watch as she pours you both a cup of tea and puts exactly four sugars into your tea.

“How is your room?” Her voice is warm much like her eyes. Hoping she hadn’t noticed your staring, you mix your oatmeal in an innocuous figure eight. “It’s lovely. Everything is perfect and the bed is quite comfortable.”

Marguerite hums with approval. “Wonderful. I put everything to right myself. The little prince would have nothing less.” Baffled, you turn to face her.

“Little prince?”

Marguerite’s warm eyes all but twinkle in the morning light. She sips her tea once before getting to her feet. “I’ve got some small tasks to finish before the morning ends. Once you’re done eating, you may leave your dishes in the sink. I’ll tend to them.” She doesn’t wait for your answer before she leaves, cup in hand.

Curious but too excited to think about it for too long you hastily finish your breakfast. Now, you have a system. Always begin at the first room you entered when you’re exploring a new place. It’s crucial to start in a familiar place so that each new discovery is easier to document and keep track of. Following this system leads you to head to the foyer. The room looked much the same as it had when you’d first arrived except for the streams of light that were pouring in from all directions. You’d missed the windows behind the humongous curtains that covered them the night before. Some of the windows were stained glass and you took a moment to examine them.

Each picture showed a man with dark hair in battle, covered in the blood of his enemies, and returning to the gothic castle you now stood in.

“A bit grotesque, is it not?” You jump and whirl around to find Adrian standing behind you much as he had the first time you met. “Have mercy! You’ve got to stop doing that!” His eyebrows draw together as he laughs lightly. Today his hair is in a messy braid down his back. The button-down white shirt he wears is tucked into the sleek black pants that sway over his sandy brown boots. “My apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His eyes travel from your face down your body and back up again causing those butterflies to flutter up to your heart. Fingers knotted in the dress you wore, your eyes scanned the room nervously. “Thank you for the clothes and the other things. They’re beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like them. Does everything fit well?” “Scarily well,” you joke. “I would’ve thought these clothes had been made for me with how perfectly they fit.” His jaw tensed slightly. Confused once again, you opt to examine the stained glass. You hear him inhale slowly.

“I’m told there’s a book in the library that describes the stories in these windows. Would you like to help me search for it?”

The doors of the library are large. Just as large as the front doors. He pushes them open with ease and leads you into a room full of one of the largest collections of books you’ve ever seen. There are books on every surface. Lining the walls and stacked spaces all over the tables and desks. It was overwhelmingly massive and you took it all in wonder. “The place is a mess and I haven’t hired anyone to help me organize it all just yet. It’s such a large collection.”

“Can I help?” The words come out louder than you expect and you can’t see the smile on his lips as he pulls open the heavy curtains of the room. “If it’s not too much for you. I know you’ve only come here to stay a week. Are you sure you’ve got enough time for this?”

Already eyeing a ruby-red book covered in dust, you nod vigorously. “I’ve got plenty of time. I’m the youngest historian of my group and I’m pretty sure my boss let me go on this trip because he figured it would keep me busy and out of the way of their more important jobs. Jokes on them though, this place is immaculate! I could write a million books about the architecture alone.” You glance over to see him leaning against a table watching you intently. “That is..if you would consent to that.”

He sits motionless for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.” Grinning, you begin sorting through the books nearest to you. Several of them are in languages you’ve never seen and you examine them thoroughly. Organizing this library would not be easy but you were reluctant to think about giving yourself a time limit anyway. Judging by the size of this room alone, there was no way you’d be able to sort through it in a month let alone a week. The next three days, you focused on your task while pondering the idea of staying a little longer.

During this time, you and Adrian had entered a rhythm. You’d wake up in the morning, he’d meet you in the kitchen and you walk together to the library. You’d spent hours in there reading over ancient stories of witches and vampires. All of them fill you with delight.

You had become accustomed to Adrian being near you throughout this time. Relishing every moment, his skin brushed yours or he leaned over you to read whatever book you wanted to show him. It was on a late night almost identical to the others that Adrian had left without a word and reappeared with a tray with two cups and hot chocolate.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” You replied after many thanks. He shook his pretty head. “Nonsense. After all you’ve done to help me, I won’t hesitate to do whatever I can for you.” He set a smoking cup in front of you before sliding into the chair closest to yours and sipping from his own cup. You watched him as he took a drink and you absentmindedly did the same. The scalding hot liquid bit at the skin of your bottom lip and tongue. You yelped.

“Shit!” Adrian grasped your chin in one hand and sat your hot mug to the side.

“It’s smoking hot, Y/N. You can’t just inhale it that way.” He all but whispered as his callused thumb gently rubbed your bottom lip.

“You did.” You mumble. His frown deepened and you watched his face as you impulsively let your tongue slide over the tip of his thumb. His breath caught in his throat. Less than a second later, he slid his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it without a second thought. His pupils dilated as he tilted his head, lips parted. You tasted the cocoa on his skin and sighed breathily.

Quickly, he moved his hand from your chin and pressed his lips to yours. Tilting your head, you leaned into him as he pulled you to his chest and slid his hands down your throat and shoulders. Past your arms and around your waist. Your arms find their way around his neck as you let him slide his tongue between your lips. The sound of your heartbeat and the noises you couldn’t help but make filled your ears.

Just when you think you might have to lean back for air he breaks the kiss and presses his lips all over your face. Without a word, he lifts you by your waist and you wrap your legs around him quickly. He kisses you again, rougher this time. You don’t know how and nor do you care but soon your back is against the soft cushion of your bed and Adrian is leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and over your collarbones.

After a moment, he rises and looks into your eyes. You can tell he’s searching for something but is unsure how to ask. The apprehension and obvious vulnerability tug on your heart and you place your hands on either side of his face. You nod, not waiting for him to ask. “Please.” You whisper. He closes his eyes and kisses you again before leaning back on his knees and pulling his shirt above his head from the hem up. You gasp when you see the long scar across his chest. It’s faded greatly, but the outline is still there and you sit up a little to drag your fingers across it. “What happened?”

He looks to the right. “It was a long time ago.” He said nothing else and you didn’t press him. Gingerly, you pressed your lips to his chest and he shuttered against your lips. Like he’d never been touched there before. In a rush, he slid his hand through your hair held the back of your skull, and kissed you deeply. It was easier for him to undress and explore you without fear now. Eyes on yours, he pulled your panties from around your hips and slid them off. You giggled as he slid his cool fingertips between your knees and slowly spread them.

You held your breath as his eyes roamed over your body. “So pretty.” He breathed and you whimpered as his hands slid down your thighs and over your pelvic bone. He kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, your knuckles, your thigh, your ankle. He inhaled your scent and you sighed with each touch. His fingertips found their way to the apex of your thighs and slid between your glistening lips. A shuttered moan falls from your lips and he chuckles. He kisses your temple while rubbing slow circles around your clit.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you teeter closer and closer to your orgasm. Without warning, he speeds up the movement, sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth sending shivers down your spine as your hips move against his hand of their own accord. In a burst of feeling you tip over the edge. A sharp shriek escapes your lips and it feels like forever before the shocks of pleasure end. As soon as it stops, you huff impatiently. It certainly wasn’t enough to make the heat of your skin cool down and the way he continued to caress your skin was only making it worse.

He slid between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you ready?” He whispered in your ears. “Yes.” You reply quickly and he laughs at your eagerness. Then he gently presses the head of his cock into you. Both of you moan in unison. The air in the room thickens as he graciously waits for you to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly he edges himself all the way inside of you to the hilt and you fight to breathe. You had guessed he could fill you up but you hadn’t imagined it would feel like this. Your legs were still vibrating with the aftershocks of your first orgasm and you kiss his shoulder before telling him you’re ready for him to move. And that he does.

Forehead to yours, he pulls his hips away from yours, leaving just the tip inside you before surging forward. The wind is knocked out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut as sounds you’ve never made before push out of your belly and mingle with his own. You lose yourself in the pressure and the rhythm as his hands bring your wrists together above your head. He holds them there with one hand and uses the other to pull your right thigh up higher on his hips. This allows him to reach deeper inside you and your back arches.

Breath uneven, you raise your hips to meet his thrusts as your second orgasm oh so slowly gets closer and closer. Unable to see and barely able to hear, you beg him. “P-please. Please. Please.” You chant like a sinner praying for salvation. He presses his lips to your ear.

“Please what?”

You whimper.

“Use your words.” He laughs against your skin as he leaves little bite indents on your forearms. The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room, egging you on in the most obscene manner. All but screaming, you beg him to let you come. He murmurs “Good girl” in your ear and releases your wrists. He brings both of your knees up even higher and your hands grip his biceps as he plows into you. Almost instantly, your body tightens. Your eyes roll as your orgasm finally hits you, causing every part of your body to shake. This time you scream as he presses his hips into yours a few more times before stilling inside you. You watch as he closes his eyes and your name falls from his lips as he comes inside of you.

Adrian lets your legs slip from his grip and lays down on you. The room is quiet save from the sound of your breathing. You can feel his heart beating against yours and you wrap your arms around him. Hand in his hair, you press your lips to his temple much like he’d done yours and he sighs into you. A smile dances across your lips as you hold him to you.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers. “I was going to say the same thing about you.” You reply. He exhales heavily and places a kiss on the inside of your elbow before getting up and entering your bathroom. You hear the faucet water turn on as he hums a song you’ve never heard before. He returns a moment later with a warm cloth and wipes your skin so gently that you feel your heart swell inside your chest. He continues to hum and the sound of his voice lulls you into a dreamless sleep.

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the-joy-of-knowledge · 1 year

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The First 8 hours of your day

Here are simple suggestions of the things to do in first hours of your day.

Exercise: Exercise gives you a fresh start. You are more energized and ready to start your day. Starting your first 8 hours with a work out gives you a sense of accomplishment.

Journal: Journaling helps you keep track of thoughts, reflect, and prepare for your day. It could serve as a guide to keep track of your thoughts.

Fast: Fasting once in a while is a great way to improve your metabolism and build discipline around your eating habits. Doing this in the first few hours is helpful because you have the most resistance to distraction or temptation in the morning

Major task: If there is something you have been procrastinating on, an upcoming deadline, personal task, or an assignment it is better to start with it in the morning because your level of focus is higher than later. Since our energy reduces with time, doing work when you are most energetic is the best way to beat procrastination.

A good meal: Now, if you don't want to fast or you choose to fast for a few hours then eat, let it be something that will add nutrients to you. Think of your body as a system that needs some kind of fuel to function, so you need to start the day's task well fed with food accessible to you that can give you the nutrients you need. Banana, nuts, oatmeal, beans, tofu are great.

Read: A 10-minute read in the morning will literally make you upright. You are more informed during the day and you begin to subconsciously look for cues related to what you read. When reading becomes a habit, there is a sense of accomplishment that comes with finishing a book, two books, five books and this will give you instant confidence.

Water: Please drink some water!

Sunlight: Go out and bask in nature's gift

Self care: Do your skincare, brush your teeth, and look good.

Make your bed: You will love yourself!

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linos-luna · 1 year

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My Baby (Pt.2) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

♡ (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt.7) (Pt. 8)♡

Warnings: forced ddlg, infantalization, yandere, smut, oral (male receiving), light dub con? , 18+, toxic relationship

Chan treats you like a little kid. To him, you are his baby and he needs to care for you 24/7. At first it was cute but now he did everything for you. From dressing you to feeding you, you had no freedom and the consequences for resisting him were scary… and you unfortunately found out those consequences…

(Pt. 1)

♡ ————————— ♡ ————————— ♡

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since your sad escape attempt. Things have definitely gotten worse and Chan has been very strict with you. It was terrifying.

You were on the couch with the tv on. You had a blanket over your lap and stared down at your hands. Your wrist was in a brace and you sighed as your boyfriend came into the room.

“Hi baby.” He said while crouching down in front of you, holding up a pill and cup of milk. “Open up…”

“Daddy… I don’t want it…” you said with a tear going down your cheek. “it makes me sick in the morning…”

“Oh baby… I can’t have you leaving me again…” Chan said with a dramatic sigh.

“B-but I won’t… I promise I won’t—”

“Take the pill.” You were interrupted by your boyfriend tightly gripping your wrist, causing you cry out in pain. It may have been 2 weeks since the injury but it’s still hurt a lot.

You reluctantly took the pill and Chan carried you to the bedroom with your blanket. You could walk but it was a little painful and he liked carrying you. He put you on the bed and tucked you in.

Chan left and came back with a baby bottle of warm milk. He sat next to you, extending his arm to hold you against him and put it to lips. You reluctantly drank as he wasn’t giving you much of a choice. Why did he make you drink this every night? You swear it only made you sleepier and not just the regular sleepiness you get from drinking milk.

Soon you were drifting off to sleep while the bottle was still to your lips. You sucked at it lightly until completely passing out.

Chan put the bottle on the nightstand and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He couldn’t help kissing down your neck and chest. God, he was needy. It’s been so long…

He took the sheets off and lowered your pajama pants, rubbing you over you’re panties and even went down to kiss it a few times. Oh he loves eating you out, he wants to it right now. He wants to rail you into the bed and hear your screams. You moaned a little in your sleep as he continued kissing over your panties, ready to lower them.

No. Not tonight. Not right now… he thought to himself and put your pants back on, letting you sleep.

You sat on the bed, dangling your legs off the end; they were wrapped up in bandages. All you could do was look down at your hands while Chan was going through your closet.

“How about we wear this cute pink dress today?” He said with a smile, holding up the dress.

“I would probably be cold…” you said, not looking up.

“Really?” His smile dropped as he threw the dress next to you. “You really think I’d let my baby go cold? Of course I’m giving you a sweater too!”

“Sorry daddy…”

“It’s okay.” His demeanor changes back to happy while he pats your head.“You’re just a dumb baby, you don’t know anything.”

You’re not sure if that last comment was really a jab at you or not and you simply sighed.

After getting dressed, Chan carried you to the living room where he sat you on the couch. He got some supplies and started unwrapping your bandages.

God your legs looked awful. It will definitely leave nasty scars. After cleaning them, Chan rewrapped them and took you to the dining room where there was oatmeal waiting.

As he fed you, you started hatching a plan, it was risky but definitely more effective than your last plan.

“Daddy? Can I have fruit?” You asked sweetly. “Baby wants fruit.”

Chan nodded and gave you a banana. He peeled it before giving it to you and watched as you ate it… In an odd way.

Originally you wanted to look baby like, sucking at the banana while holding it with two hands. But you soon realized how Chan was looking you and that he was subtly rubbing himself over his pants.

He was needy. You realized that you could use this to an advantage and continued sucking at the banana while making lewd noises.

“Daddy it’s so good..” you added, definitely arousing him even more.

“Yeah? Baby likes sucking at that sweet banana?” He asked with a light tease.

“Yes daddy. Baby likes…”

He bit his lip as you finished the fruit and you sucked the remnants off your fingers.

“Daddy… can I go potty…?” You asked sweetly, snapping him out of his little moment.

“You can go by yourself?”

“Yes daddy, I’m a big girl.” You replied with a cringe worthy giggle.

“Okay babygirl. Go ahead.” Chan said with a chuckle as you got up to make your way over there.

Once in the bathroom, you started digging through the medicine cabinet, looking for something specific. And at the very top you found it. The sleeping pills. You knew that if you took too long Chan would get suspicious so you dumped a few pills out and stuffed them in your sweater pocket. You flushed the toilet and went back out to your boyfriend.

For the rest of the day Chan was practically attached to you. Together you watched some cartoons and you drew him some pictures. It was relatively peaceful.

——— ♡

It was getting close to sundown and Chan had changed you into another dress after you got some paint on your last one.

“Aw daddy… is my dress gonna be okay?” You pouted.

“Yes baby. Daddy just has to wash it.” He sighed

“Okay… but it’s my favorite.”

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s okay.” He said while putting your sweater back on.

“Hey Baby, guess what?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

“Im making your favorite soup!” Chan said happily.

“Alphabet soup?!” You asked

“Yes baby.” He nodded as you cheered with glee. He took you to the dining room and went to the kitchen to make the food. It wasn’t anything too special, it was actually from a can.

Soon he came back with the two bowls and spoons then sat down.

“Daddy, can I get some juice in my favorite sippy cup?”

“Of course, baby.” Your boyfriend smiled and went to go grab it.

As soon as he left, you crushed the pills from your pocket with your fingers and sprinkled it in his soup. You had no idea how much you put in there. 2, 3, 4? Hopefully it doesn’t kill him. You just want him to sleep.

He soon got back and put the pink cup in front of you. Chan sat down and ate rather quickly as you drank. After he finished, he believed your soup was cool enough and was ready to feed you. You complied with him and ate it all.

“All done!” Chan said with a little clap while standing up.

“Yay!” You cheered. “Daddy can we play now? Baby wants to play with daddy.”

“Oh yeah? Of course daddy will play with you.” He thought you were so sweet and quickly picked you up, taking you to the living room.

You sat on his lap and he instantly put his hands on your hips.

You wondered when the drugs would take affect. Isn’t it like 20-30 minutes? How long has it been?

You started feeling around his pants and kept touching his clothed cock which was getting considerably hard.

“What are you doing baby?” Chan groaned. He was starting to feel a light headache.

“I wanna play with daddy…” you replied while unzipping his jeans.

“Y-yeah?”

“I wanna suck on daddy like a lollipop. Baby loves lollipops!” You said with a giggle as you started getting off his lap.

Chan didn’t have it in him to argue. On top of this headache, he’s been incredibly needy and desperate for some touch.

Although it hurt your knees, you got down and lowered his pants. He excitedly pulled down his boxers and sat back as you started licking at his hard cock.

He groaned again. Not only in pleasure but also because of the worsening headache. He was about to say something before you suddenly took him entirely in your mouth and started bobbing your head.

He whimpered and moaned as you did so and you nearly gagged when he thrusted into you.

“B-baby… b-babygirl…” he moaned, barely able to move. Now Chan was dizzy. His headache more intense and vision fuzzy.

You let go just as he came, noticing that he finally fell asleep. You sighed in relief. Finally. You stood up and dug through his pants pocket, finding the keys to the door and car. Thank god!

You put his boxers back on him and went to the bedroom to grab your shoes and a hoodie. You also grabbed an extra change of clothes along with a tooth brush and deodorant. You quickly stuffed everything in a backpack and started making your way out.

As you passed Chan on the couch you stopped and looked back at him. For some reason you felt bad. You went back yo him and put a blanket over him as if you were tucking him in.

You unlocked the door then looked back at him again, pausing for a moment with a tear rolling down your cheek.

After putting your bag down you went over to him. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair then traced your finger along his cheek. But then you got close and did something crazy. You kissed him. It was a strange thing to do right? Are you crazy? And it wasn’t just a little peck, it was a kiss on the lips that lasted a few seconds.

“I love you Channie…” you said before leaving, getting in his car and driving off… finally free…

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Ko-fi

Sorry it took so long to post! I hope y’all like. I appreciate all your love and support 🥺

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the-californicationist · 2 months

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Good Fences (Fluffuary #19)

FEB19: Nap Together

The next morning, you decided to have the laziest Sunday. You ordered breakfast from a nearby cafe, splurging on the delivery fees, and treated John to a latte and a delicious lox bagel in bed. You wiped the cream cheese from his mustache and shared your oatmeal with him, giving him spoonfuls full of fruit and cinnamon.

After you ate, you snuggled back down into the sheets with him and hid from the sunlight, glad you had pulled the shades, and feeling indulgent about it.

Out of habit, and searching for some comfort, you began to rub John’s belly while you lay in bed with him, running your fingers through his hair and over his warm skin, all the way up to his wide chest and all the way down to his sensitive hips.

“Mmm, careful pretty girl…” He warned in a deep, sultry voice, hinting that you were getting him all worked up.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you stopped your caresses, “I know you don’t feel good. Go back to sleep. We can nap all day if you want to.”

To your surprise, he removed his boxer briefs and started to tug at the tee shirt you were wearing, making you both naked beneath the sheets.

You sighed, pleased with his decision but still cautious not to take it any further. You were afraid to hurt him and his injured shoulder.

John leaned over you, resting on his good side, kissing your neck and collarbone, leaving hot points of pleasure across your skin.

“Mmm, John…” You urged him on, careful not to over-commit.

“C’mon, love,” he whispered in a husky morning voice.

“We can’t, babe. You’re still injured. I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“Still need you.”

Then, you felt his hips shift forward and he began to rub himself against your body, letting his length loll along the swell of your lower belly, teasing you with himself.

“John…”

You tried to fight him, but he was breaking down your resistance like it was made of smoke.

“We can be slow and gentle, pretty girl. Said you wanted to take care of me, yeah?” He chuckled, knowing he was being salacious.

“Naughty…” You muttered under your breath, letting your hands massage him until he let go of a ragged sigh.

“Yeah,” he kissed you and moaned into your mouth, “C’mere, love. I need you. Promise I can take it.”

“Promise?”

When he heard you give in, he nearly melted with relief, and it was such a gift to watch the joy smooth over his face. Then, his length found you and all of your softness, and he sighed,

“I promise.”

Sorry, I know it's a short one. Just felt like doing a short-and-sweet story today.

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neverniko101 · 2 months

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Okay I know I said I would do Horror!Dreamtale but in my defense LOOOK AT THEM-

This originally started out as a redraw/redesign of an earlier art piece, but I guess they’re steampunk now- these are redesigns for Krxken!tale, btw! There won’t be too much more of these folks until Horror!Dreamtale is done, so have some rambling to sustain yourselves :>

Dust- The Doctor

- 6’2

- The temporary “Leader”- the other two crash in his house until they meet a certain octopus

- His hobbies include medicine, alchemy, performing horrific and unethical experiments, and eating oatmeal

- May or may not have a deal with a certain god of death…

- He has a pet crow that needs a name, reblog with name suggestions :>

- He will not take the mask off, asking him to or trying to take it off will make him angry. Not even the other two know what’s under his mask, he only takes it off to eat when he’s alone.

- Despite his intimidating appearance, he has limited magic and is fairly weak in battle. He lets the other two do most of the fighting and has them restrain his “patients” before he works on them.

- In a pinch, he will fight using bones, his staff, potions, and gaster blasters shaped like bird skulls, although he tires quickly.

Horror- The Armswielder

- 5’9

- His mechanical eye works like a telescope, allowing him to see far away and small details

- His hobbies include playing with sharp objects, metalworking, construction, and gardening

- He likes gathering trinkets from AUs they visit, especially plants that he grows in his garden.

- His time in the forges has made him resistant to heat

- He tries to split his time evenly between Horror!tale with his brother and Dust!tale with the other two

- Fights using his large array of weapons or bone attacks- the physically strongest out of the group

- Works for the other two in exchange for weapons and food to bring back to his AU

Killer- The Inventor

- 5’7

- Hobbies include engineering, arson, sewing, and annoying the other two

- Relies on a potion that Dust makes him to keep his ‘condition’ under control

- Very particular about his outfit and will get very upset if it is ruined, although he does say that none of his looks are complete without a splatter of blood

- Will absolutely charm people into getting what he wants

- Likes roses- the rose in his suit is actually a hidden knife

- Very fast & agile

- Fights using his inventions or bone & gaster blaster attacks, although he is very good at making improvised weapons

- Makes most of his weapons for Horror as they end up being heavy & he’s the strongest

General notes:

- Killer invented a portal machine that lets them travel to other AUs, but it needs high amounts of energy to work- batteries, nuclear waste, human/monster souls, the three aren’t picky

- They live in Dust’s house in Dust!tale

- Dust makes potions/medicine for Killer, Killer makes weapons for Horror, Horror gathers supplies for Dust

Killer by rahafwabas

Horror by Sour Apple Studios

Dust by Ask Dusttale

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slag0000 · 11 months

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9月9日のライブが先に決まってましたが、8月も決まりました。ついでにバンド名も”Oatmeal Resistance”と決まりました。特に意味はないですが、ここ数日、わりと真面目に「適当な」名前を考えました。という訳で、バンド名がついて最初のライブは、多摩楽の皆さんの変則メンバーでの多摩楽空中庭園が対バンになります。楽しみです。 ※対バンは、ベースの左方慎一さんが出演可能になったそうで、フルメンバー「多摩楽」となりました。 ●2023-08-02(wed) 阿佐ヶ谷天 “TEN JAM” act: Oatmeal Resistance YASU EY(voice) naco(electronics) 高橋直康(electric bass) 山田邦喜(drums) 多摩楽小日山拓也(daxophone) 鎌田雄一(ts) 木下徹(g) 三善出(g) 木下きのこ浩美(key) 左方慎一(b) 難波博充(dr) open 19:00 / start 19:30 charge 2000yen(+order)

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ch3rryknots · 8 months

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i can take it┊cl16

*.·:·. charles leclerc x oc ✦ angst ✦ song .·:·.*

note : enjoy ᰔᩚ

calista tucked herself to bed, alone once more. charles had been gone for hours that evening, and it seemed he was rarely home anymore. but tonight was different, as he had disappeared for even longer after a particularly bad race weekend. this one had been worse than before, with him losing control and hitting the barriers during qualifying. calista’s worry for his safety consumed her, pacing back and forth while anxiously awaiting confirmation of his well-being over the radio. his engineers had declared the car unfit for sunday's race, and his frustration was painfully transparent as he walked right past calista. her arms, open and full of concern, waited in vain for his embrace that never came.

as she lay in bed, the memory of how it felt when he had a good weekend was almost slipping away. good weekends were the ones where charles stayed home, and she sat with him, glancing towards him as he laughed lightly to a movie. on those weekends, she would bake cookies — thumbprint cookies, chocolate chip cookies, snickerdoodle cookies — but never oatmeal raisin. charles despised raisins and she couldn’t fathom baking them if he wouldn’t enjoy them by her side. honestly she didn’t miss oatmeal raisin cookies all that much; it was okay.

she coveted the smile he would give her after taking a bite of the cookie. this is amazing, cali, he’d say, thanks for making me cookies. sometimes, he’d even give her a kiss on the cheek - but only sometimes.

the remembrance of his touch was slipping away.

calista's ears caught the jingle of keys slipping into the front door's lock. it was as though her hearing had sharpened recently, allowing her to gauge his mood from the subtle cadence of his footsteps – the weight they carried, the haste they conveyed, or often the sorrowful drag they bore.

from where she lay, she watched his shadow make it’s way through the bedroom doorway and veer left. the dim glow of the closet light seeped through the cracks of the closed door and she can hear clothes ruffling and drawers shutting semi-harshly. he switched off the light, and passing by the foot of the bed, seemingly indifferent to calista's presence, as he disappeared into the bathroom.

the sink ran softly, interrupted by a few starts and stops before the door handle turned once more. calista's heart quickened as he drew closer to the bed. he was almost mere inches away, nearly within arm's reach. the sensation was exhilarating, like a high school crush sitting beside you for the very first time.

the other side of the bed dipped, the sheet rising as he slipped beneath it. a cold puff of air accompanied the blanket falling, sending a shiver across calista's skin. although she was facing away, she instinctively knew he was lying on his back, he always said it was better for your spine.

she shifted ever so slightly closer, not until their bodies touched, but just enough for his warmth to swirl across her skin. with her eyes gently surrendering to closure, it was as if she could finally breathe.

turning to face charles, her gaze fell down to his hand — the hand that her own perpetually yearned for. she missed his arms around her terribly. charles had changed, from the affectionate man she once knew to someone who was now distant, showing no desire for physical contact.

unable to resist any longer, she let her hand slide into his, and in that moment, everything felt perfectly aligned—the way her fingers slotted right into his, a reunion that felt natural, as if they were extensions of the same being.

she stole a glance at his weary eyes fixed on the ceiling. there was a time when she could discern every passing thought behind those eyes. he used to love that she could read his mind, articulating things he hadn't even realized he felt. yet, as she sifted through the depths of his gaze, it was as though there was nothing to grasp onto, just a profound, unsettling radio silence.

propping herself up on her elbow, she remained clasping his hand and looked further into his eyes. with her free hand, she cradled his cheek, frowning as she met his vacant gaze. tracing her thumb gently along his cheek, i’m sorry, she murmured softly, it’ll get better, i promise. he was breathtakingly beautiful, and the sight of him so emotionally distant was a wretched ache. she feared he might not fully grasp the depth of her love for him.

she gently lowered her head and planted a kiss on his cheek, something she hadn't been able to do for months. he tasted like starlight. but, the kiss ended all too abruptly, vanishing before her mind could fully absorb it. it felt as though she had just brushed her lips against his skin, yet he was already pulling away. she wasn't ready to let go of him just yet...

she scanned his face, desperately seeking any hint of reciprocation for the overwhelming love she felt when looking at him. it was a love that twisted her stomach in a way that could bring her to her knees in tears; a love that consumed her entirely. she adored every facet of him, every inch of his mind, of his soul. but when she searched and searched for even the faintest glimmer of reciprocation, all she found was the gaze of a stranger staring back at her.

she longed for her husband, aching in his absence.

charles released her hand and turned away, his words barely audible as he muttered that he needed space. he took any warmth with him, leaving behind only her profound solitude to hold her.

calista’s eyes spilled over with hot tears, rolling down her scorching cheeks. she was so enraged. she wanted to scream—she wanted him to scream, to yell at her, for him boil over and explode with rage. she yearned for him to spill out every irritation, every vexation, even if it was directed towards her. she needed him to seize anything within reach and hurl it across the room, to grab the lamp and swing it into the wall, shattering the ceramic into fragments. and if that still wasn't enough, she would have let him use her, to tear her apart with his bare hands until there was nothing left, not even anger. she craved some kind of reaction from him, any response at all, but he simply turned away.

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luvrblythe · 2 years

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thank heavens for the rain || gilbert blythe x reader

how gilbert blythe would react to you wearing his clothes

this was meant to be another one of those headcannon thingies, but i got carried away and it turned into a one-shot.. oops

— let's say it’s been a rainy week

— like really really rainy

— it has been pouring every night for the past few days

— not that you were complaining, you love the rain

— this morning you woke up to the after smell of another rainy night

— your front yard looked like something out of a fairytale

— you couldn’t resist, so ofc you went to play outside

— originally you planned to stay nearby your house incase it started raining again

— but you got distracted and ended up wandering around

— you made your way to the woods, past the ruins of the story club (w.r.i.t.), then you found yourself in the all too familiar orchard of your one and only

— you should’ve gone home hours ago, seeing as the clouds were no longer letting the sun through

— but you were just so engrossed in the beauty of nature that you didn’t notice the painfully obvious warnings

— then you felt a cold wet drop of water on your arm while you were spinning in place

— uh oh

— you looked up, holding your hand out to feel the rain

— the sound of the raindrops got louder, faster, and stronger

— you giggled to yourself before BOLTING towards the house you’ve been in hundreds of times before

— meanwhile inside the house, gilbert was just about to start making himself some oatmeal when he heard frantic knocking

— he was confused as to why someone was knocking on his door with this weather

— despite being confused, he went to see who it was, and to his surprise, you were standing on his porch, soaking wet, but smiling nonetheless

— “oh my god, y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile sprouting on his face when you started giggling again

— you looked beautiful, raindrops trickling down your skin, wet hair framing your face, while your arms hugged yourself as you shivered lightly

— he just wanted to scoop you up in his arms and hide you from the rest of the world for all eternity

— “hi! i um— i got wet.” you sheepishly explained, smiling down at your boots

— “i can see that.” he chuckled as you looked at him with bright eyes expectantly

— he sighed, but not the annoyed kind, “come in— but take your boots off!”

— you made your way inside his house, sighing at the familiar scent of his home

— “let's get you some dry clothes, yeah?”

— he led you up to his bedroom with a hand on your back, slightly cringing at the cold. how were you still smiling?

— he gave you a towel and a some of his own clothes, then went downstairs to give you time to change and to make you both some tea

— when you were all done, you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed happily

— his clothes were way bigger on you, and his sleeves went past your wrist and showed only your fingertips

— you gave yourself a little spin, bringing his shirt to your nose and closing your eyes at the comforting scent of your beloved

— you went downstairs once you were done, and saw gilbert setting up the table

— “hi sweetheart, you want– some– tea..?” he trailed off as he turned around to look at you

— holy. fucking. shit.

— he never thought seeing you in his clothes would have such a big impact on him

— but now he never wants you to take them off

— thank heavens for the rain

— “hi, gil! this looks so good!” it was just oatmeal, but he made it, so..

— HE COULD NOT STOP STARING AT YOU OMFG

— “yeah! yeah, i-i made some– for- for um–”

— bless him

— you two ate your oatmeal as he listened to you ramble about your little adventure today

— he kept having to snap himself out of it bc ughhhh why did you have to look so beautiful???

— you in his clothes just seemed so.. right

— after you finished your food the both of you ended up in the parlor

— you were tucked to his side, hand on his chest with his arm around you, rubbing up and down your upper arm as you snuggled further into his body

— he chuckled at your movements and pulled the blanket further up your bodies

— he kissed your head, letting his lips linger on your hair for a little longer than usual

— you two spent your afternoon in each other’s embrace, while gilbert read to you your favorite book

— in that moment he decided that this was the life he wanted. a life with you is what he wanted.

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sweetest-honeybee · 1 year

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hi home, heres a cookie for your troubles (oatmeal rasin ofc) 🍪🍪

on a scale of 1 to 10 how flame resistant would you say you are? :)

#humanoid home

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blue-blues-world · 7 months

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mk 1 2023 characters as starbies workers

A/N: sorry for not posting on this page after leaving it dead for years, a lot of shit has happened lol. my mom got cancer, i lost all my friends, covid happened, then i got cancer, i almost didn’t graduate high school, then i got a job as a barista at the siren and i’m in college full time so i barely have any free time, but MK 1 came out and i love so many of the characters, so i couldn’t resist projecting onto them. if i get any requests, i’ll make sure to do my best to complete them, and if you ever submitted one and i didn’t get to it pls hmu again so i can get that done.

also if you guys like this AU and want more headcanons based on it, lmk :)

Starbucks Vocab:

DM - District Manager

SM - Store Manager

ASM - Assistant Store Manager

Proxy - A manager from another location who acts as a substitute for a store’s SM when they’re absent

Shift Lead/Shift - Shift Supervisor

Partners - Starbucks Employees

Connections - Partner/Customer Interaction

Connection Score - A score on a scale of 1-100 determining your store’s rate of connection with customers

Hot Bar - Where espresso drinks, teas, and matchas are made

Cold bar - Where frappucinos, refreshers, iced teas, iced coffee, and cold brews are made

kung lao

- works at a cafe store in a popular shopping center with raiden (jr.)

- pretty good at customer connections, primarily with the older ladies lol, older men don’t rlly like him

- barista, tried and got promoted to shift lead but demoted himself after the first week, thought it was too much work lol

- godly on bar, loves cold bar

- mf stays arguing with rude customers

- always puts his music on the in-store speakers

- it’s all 2010s club music

- most unserious person in the planet

- liu kang wrote him up once and all he said was ‘aight shawty damn’

- literally gives no fucks

- barista trainer, at first he only chose to do it for the bonus pay, but realized he really likes teaching the newbies plus he’s really good at it so he’s stuck to it

- bro is always filming tik toks at work that should definitely get him fired but he’s too good of a worker to be let go

- i can imagine him making parody videos making fun of that joboi dude, like bruh wtf is a griddy frappucino

- he usually gets a grande cold brew with a splash of sweet cream and three pumps toffee nut, but loves a good peach green tea lemonade too

raiden (jr.)

- was also a barista, but offered to promote to shift lead after kung lao quit and got the job almost instantaneously

- gets along with everyone, almost none of the customers give him trouble, and honestly how could they?

- elders love him, children love him, older women love him, teenage girls love him, he’s very well loved

- pretty well-rounded and is great on all positions, but front and warming is his strength

- constantly meal violating because he’s always scheduled for mid-shift and he works at a high volume store that gets most of the rush in the afternoons, so he’s always stepping in to help even if he’s on break

- someone please make this man eat his lunch

- always makes sure the floor is prefect before passing it on to the next shift, best believe he’ll have ovens done, floors done, cards done, ice bins done, lobby checked, stations restocked, all the other shifts are resisting the urge to kiss him on the mouth after they transition with each other

- doesn’t bend the rules too much

- that being said, he refuses to throw out the food at the end of the night. he won't tell you to take anything, but will definitely turn a blind eye

- wiping down the counters for his partners on the floor when it’s really busy is his love language

- bro eats like an old man, he’s constantly marking out oatmeal for every break, he’s like 15% oatmeal now

- he drinks the brewed coffee??? with cream and two splendas if he’s feeling sweet?????? not even an iced espresso, straight up pike. mf is an old soul fr, kung lao can’t stand it

- only exception is when he sometimes gets a tall iced matcha with coconut milk

- he was raised by his grandfather (raiden sr.), who is also his namesake

- loves his grandpa so much, it’s actually so endearing

- definitely could become an ASM if he wanted to, but he prefers being a shift since he’s still figuring himself out

liu kang

- he’s the store manager lol

- was offered to promote but chose not to, too much responsibility and he saw how disconnected district managers are from their baristas, and prefers working with them more closely

- is fed up with kung lao’s shit but can’t bring himself to fire him

- someone ordered the griddy frappucino once when he was on register, nearly short circuited

- constantly working on his dissertation, how he’s even pursuing an education and being such a good SM at once is beyond anyone’s understanding

- when asked how, he just says he meditates, which is not the advice most people expect or really want if we’re being honest

- super patient with his coworkers, and usually lets the petty stuff go

- wearing something slightly out of dress code? as long as it’s not a health code violation he doesn’t give a shit. got an apron pin that isn’t starbucks-approved? as long as it doesn’t have any profanity he couldn’t care less

- always has his trademark calm demeanor, but the only people who have ever managed to make him crack are kung lao (duh), johnny cage (double duh), and shang tsung (triple quadruple duh)

- His main drink is a trenta iced passion tea with no water and three splendas, or a tall cold brew with two pumps of sugar free vanilla, a packet of stevias, and a splash of coconut milk, usually enjoys it with a spinach feta wrap

- very healthy very granola indeed

shang tsung:

- is that regular that only ever seems to come in to give the baristas a hard time

- places orders that make the sticker the length of a novel and it changes every time

- it only gets worse when liu kang is on bar

- “may i have a trenta iced coffee blended with extra water, extra ice, twelve pumps of caramel, twelve pumps of classic, extra soy milk, extra coconut milk, extra almond milk, vanilla sweet cold foam, chocolate cream cold foam, matcha cold foam, and two splenda packets”

- no amount of meditative breathing can stop liu kang from nearly popping a vein every time he comes in

- he never even drinks the shit he orders

- always sends it back even if he didn’t even take a single sip

- throws it in the trash on the way out the door and makes sure everyone sees him do it

- what even is his drink order??

- sometimes comes into the store in costume pretending to be someone else (it’s obviously him)

- the ultimate grinch but just for liu kang

- comes in on christmas every year and hands everyone envelopes with their names on them, everyone’s envelope has $50 in it while liu kang’s envelope only has a dollar

- just an overall menace

- apparently was liu kang’s biochemistry professor his sophomore year of college, the beef has been going on since then

- when will it ever end? how did it even start? no one knows

johnny cage:

- doesn’t work at starbies either, instead he’s an ex-actor and entertainment business mogul that stops by before his meetings

- always stopping in cause he gets bored

- even chats it up w/ the regulars every now and then, usually kenshi

- speaking of kenshi, they were best friends in high school and college and have kept in touch since

- it’s also worth mentioning they were both total losers in high school

- they also were in a band together in their college years

- at first, partners at this store thought he was kind of obnoxious, liu kang included, but he won them over when he almost got in an argument with shang tsung in the parking lot and punched him

- no one made themselves an official witness but everyone talked about it

- gets a venti iced americano with two pumps of hazelnut and cream

Ashrah:

- she’s so sweet y’all

- an ASM at Kitana’s location

- pretty straight edge

- gets along well with everyone on the team and often is in charge of coordinating holiday parties, store meetings, and activities

- is very passionate in the whole community outreach thing, and has won the award for it multiple times

- comes from a rough background, so she applied at starbucks specifically for their free college program with Arizona State

- basically corporate’s employee wet dream

- that doesn’t mean she’s totally okay with the way they handle things, and sometimes bickers with kitana over how the store should be run

- hates hates HATES the forced connections thing, she believes conversation and interest in others should be genuine, not a sales tactic

- usually gets a grande iced black tea with strawberry açaí base, or a hot mocha with oatmilk

kitana:

- works as a store manager for a drive-thru location near a high school, but serves as a proxy for liu kang’s store

- rules that place with an iron fist, most of the baristas are scared of her

- but that usually goes away when they realize she’s a massive dork

- she pulled into the drive thru in a naruto t-shirt and hello kitty pajama pants once on one of her off-days and the illusion was shattered for everyone

- plays k-pop over the speakers and insists it’s a starbucks playlist (it’s not)

- girl is always stressed and always tired, doesn’t know how liu kang is still sane

- loves unpacking the carson order, it’s a nice getaway from the pressure of drive times and connection scores, plus she gets first dibs on any cute cups

- speaking of, she’s a chronic cup hoarder, it doesn’t matter if the cup is ugly, she still wants it

- almost cried when raspberry was discontinued

- gets an iced quad espresso with two pumps of vanilla and a splash of soy in a venti cup

mileena:

- also an SM for a different drive-thru location next to a grocery store, her and kitana are almost like day and night

- tanya is her asm, but they’re dating so she’s in the process of transferring to another location

- tried keeping it under wraps but truthfully they’re fooling no one

- girl is really just there for the vibes

- she would be bordering on terrible manager if she didn’t let her partners have fun

- wanna put your music on the speakers? go ahead but if she thinks your music sucks she’ll make you do a trash run

- forgot to request a specific day off three weeks ahead? you’re good, she hasn’t even made the schedule for that week yet lol

- are you batching frappucinos? thank fuck, she’s really trying to get those drive times down

- someone being a dick? let her know so she can argue with them lol

- whatever you do tho, keep those connections scores up. it’s the one thing she really gives a shit about

- her store is a high theft store, so she’s been doing her best to keep the store and her partners safe, but is always super paranoid when she works a closing shift

- trying to reach her phone on a day off is borderline impossible unless the store is being robbed or someone is dying, bi-han is her proxy but he’s not very friendly either so you’re fucked either way

- was also devastated when raspberry was discontinued

- gets a grande iced chai with oatmilk, two pumps of hazelnut, and strawberry cold foam, she’ll add on a couple blonde shots if she’s working an early shift

sindel:

- she’s the DM, it used to be kronika but she was fired for reasons no one will disclose

- vast improvement, let me tell you

- goes harder on both milleena and kitana, she refuses to let her daughters benefit from nepotism

- admires liu kang greatly, and was very disappointed when he rejected an offer to become a DM at a different district

- venti iced americano with 3 splendas and soy milk

- scary but nice

raiden sr.

- y’all know i couldn’t leave him out

- he wasn’t really in the new game but he’s too important

- doesn’t work at starbies at all, but is one of liu kang’s professors in college

- he is very fond of liu kang, they work closely together on his dissertation

- stops in every morning to see his grandson and his student, usually gets a black coffee or an earl grey tea

- is constantly scolding kung lao, he considers him a second grandchild and unfortunately that manifests in constant nagging

- loves his grandson to death and is very proud of him, but expresses it in a way that only raiden (jr.) and kung lao understand

- always beefing w/ shang tsung, except unlike liu kang’s beef w/ him, this shit goes back DECADES

- literally rancid beef

- always dissing each other

- shang tsung: surprised to see you here

- raiden: i come here almost every day, are you so old that your memory is failing you?

- shang tsung: i’m just surprised to see you haven’t died yet, old man

bi-han:

- SM at a high volume drive store located next to a busy highway and proxy for milleena’s store, hates his life and hates his job

- he barely likes anyone aside from his brother and tomas

- so friendly to customers that it’s unnerving to the partners on the floor with him

- seeing his customer service smile is so terrifying to everyone that knows him

- it gives like,,,,american psycho vibes

- only reason no one’s completely terrified of him is because he insists on wearing his fucked up high top vans to work and they aren’t non-slip so he’s constantly sliding around

- at this point he’s hoping he falls so he can go home early or injure himself badly enough to go on medical leave

- grabs the scalding hot dishes fresh out of the dishwasher with his bare hands just to feel something

- also doesn’t give much of a shit about the dress code, just don’t make it a problem with the food and health department

- loves hot bar, but hates that he has to talk to people because the hand off is right next to the espresso machine

- because of this, he’s usually on customer support

- he would quit if it wasn’t for sareena, his ASM, she’s the one thing keeping that place from falling apart

- has to take a smoke break after every shift

- someone PLEASE tell this man that coffee and a cigarette isn’t a meal

- huge coffee hipster, borderline pretentious and hates the bullshit that starbucks teaches

- “dead shots aren’t real, you idiot” - bi-han to tomas at some point

- never makes drinks to standard, always changes it to what he thinks is better

- “you’re supposed to pour the shots over the ic—“ “—no, it makes the shots taste like shit” - also bi-han to tomas at some point

- somewhat appreciates covid for the fact that it normalized wearing a face mask, it’s rare to ever see the bottom half of his face

- fell to his knees when the very berry refresher was discontinued

- that was the start of his villain arc

- now he only drinks a straight up iced quad blonde espresso, no cream, no sugar, no nothing

- however, he does love a good pour over

- tried the griddy frappucino in secret and loved it, fell to his knees a second time in despair

kuai liang:

- no one ever believes him when he says he’s bi-han’s brother because they’re so different

- consistent with connections, but always seems to attract the strangest of people so it usually ends awkwardly

- ultimate multitasker, excels in front and warming

- constantly burning his hands tho

- he keeps trying to convince bi-han to wear non-slip shoes

- he bought him those non-slip crocs and bi-han stopped talking to him for a week

- popular with teenage girls that come in because they think he’s dark and mysterious

- he’s just awkward

- hates the taste of coffee

- usually gets a pineapple passsion fruit lemonade with passion tea and no inclusions, he thinks they’re gross

smoke (tomas):

- literally carrying the majority of bi-han’s store’s connection score on his back

- big sweetheart, but kinda gullible and a bit of a pushover with customers

- let them start shit with other partners though, if you wanna see him mad

- wears the non-slip crocs that kuai liang bought for bi-han since he didn’t want them

- his barista love language is swapping out the sanitizer buckets and emptying the grounds drawers during peak

- people call him smoke cause he’s burnt so many cookies in the oven

- please don’t have this man on front and warming he’ll burn the store down

- average london fog enthusiast

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nanami kento x reader, pokémon au, wc: 775

reader is a psychic gym leader and nanami is a ranger. we won’t see our two rangers for a bit, but i’m excited for what’s to come in the following chapters. thank you all for reading and happy new year! and thank you to @strawberrystepmom for inspiring this series. it’s been a wonderful part of this year! 💜

Yuji discreetly slips Growlithe a piece of bacon beneath the table as his gaze remains on the two adults practically ignoring each other from across the dining room table. The silence isn’t exactly hostile, but it isn’t comfortable either. Nanamin politely brings a spoonful of oatmeal to his mouth and you cut through your pancakes with a light scrape of the knife against the plate.

This is the last breakfast in your gym before he and Nanami leave to return to the station, so Yuji takes this opportunity to observe you both and imagine what the relationship must have been like before the falling out between you occurred. Nanamin has never mentioned you before and Yuji can’t really wrap his head around why. His mentor has always been practical and straightforward in his approach to the world. He’s never known Nanamin not to confront an issue, at least when it comes to work. But ultimately Yuji decides perhaps it’s simply that even his stoic mentor isn’t immune to troubles of the heart.

While you aren’t the most lively person, you’ve been only kind and patient with Yuji during his short stay. But there’s something about you that draws him in even more. He’s never met anyone like you and so he assumes it’s your mysterious nature that just makes him want to know as much as he can about you.

Yuji gets the sense that you weren’t always this reserved. He sees the mischief in your eyes, the way you resist the urge to act on the impulse of your excitement, and it reminds him of when you helped him bring back Growlithe and Breloom. Your entire form radiated power and freedom as you dealt with the poachers as if you were a divine force bringing retribution. But as soon as it ended you were right back to the subdued version of yourself, leaving him in awe of you.

Nanamin clears his throat and frowns at Yuji, dropping his eyes to where Growlithe is eating bacon from his hand. The older Ranger parts his lips, surely about to scold him for his bad manners, but before he can Yuji strikes up a conversation with you.

He asks about when you started your gym and why, and about any interesting travelers. He tries to include Nanamin but it’s mostly you engaging him while his mentor offers a few words here and there.

And Yuji thinks maybe this is what it was like. You the talker, and Nanamin the listener.

You and Nanamin exchange words in front of the gym. Yuji can’t hear any of it, but he’s gotten better at reading his mentor’s expressions and from the look on Nanamin’s face it doesn’t look like he enjoys the topic very much.

Then Yuji’s gaze passes to you and he feels a shift in his gut. It’s as if that unknown presence you asked him about is pacing like an animal trapped in a cage buried deep within him. For the most part he’s been able to ignore whatever it is that’s lingering, but ever since meeting you it’s become more tedious. He thinks there might be a connection, but his thoughts quickly run away from him.

Yuji’s ears burn when he remembers how close he was to you the other day. With you hovering above him, and the light from the large open windows of the hall creating a halo around your head, he couldn’t help but be struck with just how cool and nice and pretty you are.

Bringing his hands to slap the palms against his cheeks, Yuji shakes his head. It probably isn’t a good idea to develop a crush on you. Not when there’s clearly something going on between you and his mentor.

So when Nanamin walks toward him he straightens his spine and pushes back his shoulders, feeling as if he’d been caught. But his mentor simply places a hand on his shoulder and tells him it’s time to go before walking off without looking back, Breloom dutifully following beside him.

You stand across the way at the steps of the front doors of your gym with Zorua and Kadabra beside you. You raise your hand and wave, calling out your goodbye to him. Yuji’s expression beams and he waves back before turning and racing Growlithe to catch up to Nanamin.

The further he gets the more aggressive the pacing in his stomach becomes. But he ignores it and pushes forward toward his mentor, toward the future of protecting Pokémon that he’s dreamed of since he was a child, and hopes someday fate will lead him back to your gym’s doors.

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