#bring dilly back

[haydenluvsbils]

I still believe in Dilly 🛐

I will never let it go :,)

#idk what else to tag #charles lee ray #chiffany #bride of chucky #chucky x tiffany #seed of chucky #summer #asktherays #chucky #chucky ray #dilly is love dilly is life! #dianna #slappy #billy #dilly is no longer with us #bring dilly back

[satoruhour]

HIS FAVOURITE W— STUDENT !

a/n: dilly / @crysugu i am losing the pwp war i needed the lore to be in this HELP. anyway !!! professors bc i cannot stop my mind from spiralling while starting my university classes — im not entirely proud of this but eehhh ….

wc: 4k

warnings: ultimately semi-public sex for all, unprotected sex, cumshot, standing doggy, brief oral (m receiving), brief f! masturbation, brief fingering (gojo), geto is a professor who is also a camboy, camgirl!reader, f! and m! masturbation, mentions of bad dragon’s cumtubes, brief fingering, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), pussy slapping, spitting (on yo pussy), pet names, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, tit play, fingering, implied f! masturbation (nanami), mentions of murder, stripper!reader, riding, degradation, calls you ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, calls you ‘mama’ once too, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), deep-throating, slight face-fucking (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

professor gojo was… an interesting teaching figure. he didn’t have a set way of doing lectures or tutorials, nor was his feedback on assignments entirely coherent, but he was fun and unorthodox. he was also hot as fuck, as you’ve heard from your friends, but you never really got the deal even after seeing his photo on the university website or from miles away entertaining some starstruck student. his classes were always left with no vacancies, too, only able to see what your friends meant after stepping foot first into the lecture.

you were a tad bit early, greeted with gojo sitting at the front with his legs propped up on the desk as he shot you a nonchalant greeting and you think maybe you should’ve signed up for another lecture group, but then he speaks and the air is knocked out of your chest. professor gojo is charismatic when he teaches about art, design and media, captivating everyone with the stark white hair and blue eyes, but he’s clever with his glances because you aren’t realising he stares at you more than anyone else.

aren’t you in your second year? how did he not see you anywhere last year? why did you just sign up? 

the smiles he gives you are sweeter than others, the words more sugar coated with lilts in his voice and you’re chastising yourself for not being any different from everyone else, soon turning into the girls who ask for extra tutoring sessions and sidling up to him on campus — at least you’d get the full experience.

“oh! sweetness, what are you doing here?” you’ve managed to get gojo just as he leaves his office, standing outside for quite some time thinking if you’d really want to do this. several lecturers and professors have already walked past asking if you needed anything, but no matter how much you wanted to say professor gojo’s name, it always turned into something like waiting for a friend.

“oh— uhm, professor gojo, just wondering if the grade for that major project is really set in stone?”

gojo makes a show of thinking, but you know you’re asking for the devil himself when he replies yes with a stifled grin and you’re asking if the two week period of appealing works for the major you’re in.

“you can submit other collaterals as an appeal but it might either boost your grade or bring it down,” the professor leans down with a sick smile on his face, because he’s had so many people outside just like this, nervous from his advances and yet not going through with what they thought they could do. but this time it’s you, the you who he imagined taking on his office desk or even in a lecture theatre for everyone to see, who wants the words to fall from your lips just so he could be your knight in shining armour.

“is there really no… other way to appeal?” you swallow when gojo switches the position and gets you in exactly where he wants you: your back facing his office, his face dangerously close to yours while his eyes slyly catching the way your thighs rub together.

gojo smirks to himself when you knock down yet another cup of stationery on his desk after “discussing” ways you could improve your grades, nails making unsatisfactory noises on the wooden desk while he can hear your cunt gush around him, made obvious from the squelch of your hole and he’s muttering praises into your neck from behind.

“this what you had in mind, baby?” just another girl in his roster, getting ruined just for a grade that wasn’t even that bad. what you didn’t know is that you were the only girl, getting professor gojo so hard in lectures and tutorial classes just from the sight of you that to finally have you — it’s a sweet reward. you shiver when his hand reaches to your front to rub at your clit and you’re grasping at nothing as moans leave your lips.

“y-yeah, professor—” gojo is filthy, lewd, lifting your leg to prop up on the desk just so he could get deeper in you, your pussy everything he imagined and more as he continues to fuck into you. you’re warmer than his hand, than some hookup’s mouth from the club, clenching around his cock so tightly his hips stutter.

“f-fuck, angel, tryna snap my dick off?” you let out an incredulous chuckle at that, hips moving back to meet his while the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass fill the room. your juices are coating his length so well, too, that gojo’s eyes lock on your cunt that sucks him in over and over again, the spread of your pussy lips just amplifying his moans. the other spreads your cheeks and sighs at the translucent ring of cum at the base of his cock, hips fucking up to hit your sweet spot that you’re cumming with a shock down your spine — so hard, so deep, so intense that you’re jolting from the orgasm with whimpers of his name. gojo never truly is done with you after pulling out to cum on your ass, however, and you aren’t either.

there’s a thrill that runs through his veins when you back him up onto the sofa, a glimmer in your eyes that suggest you’re as intoxicated on him as he is on you, a sultry gaze taking over your shyness from earlier before he’s pushed onto the cushions.

“thank you for the meal, professor,” you giggle and gojo swears he’s reached his death when your mouth first closes around his still sensitive tip and he whines loudly, hearing your fingers fill your drooling cunt as your hand squeezes out leftover cum from before. a hand runs through your hair and your cockdrunk face is enough for him to see white—

professor gojo thinks you look heavenly between his legs.

✶ GETO

you sigh echoes throughout your dorm room, ending the stream and collecting your keep for the day as you grimace at the mess you’ve made on your sheets. it’s not like it wasn’t pleasurable, but on some days you’re wondering how long you truly need to serve gross men on the internet for it to be enough to pay off your university fees. sure, there were a few attractive people who commented and tipped you, but that was the extent of it. it’s not long before you can only think about cleaning up and taking a big fat nap, but a video in the sidebar catches your attention.

it seemed like a casual stream — no script or planned storyline apart from a heavily tattooed arm taking up half the screen, his pelvis just slightly off the thumbnail. he was faceless, too, filming rather from the chest down which was also inked, something that sends a chill to your core.

it’s only later when you’re slipping your dildo back into you as you watch this stranger pump his cock, guttural groans and slick noises filling your airpods that you realise the dragon wrapping around his arm looks awfully familiar. you’re so blissed out by pleasure, focusing on the needy moans that the man lets out before he cums with a grunt, so much cum leaking out from him. you’ve reached your high too, but you have no time to admire the stranger because it seemed like he was in a hurry, but not before you’ve caught a glimpse of his lip ring.

you know why he looked so familiar, now, standing in front of him in his office while his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, something he doesn’t do often. geto suguru doesn’t wear his lip ring in lecturers either, and now you think you know why because they match the video you’ve seen just last night. you aren’t even entirely sure why you were called in, and you think maybe it’s because you “accidentally” sent a friend request, but you’re taken aback when he asks you if you’ve already selected a tutor to be your mentor throughout your major project.

“surprised? i sent out the email a week ago, love.” you try not to let the name get to you, and the confession lingers at the tip of your tongue.

“y-yeah! i saw it, professor geto, just—”

everyone was no stranger to professor geto’s striking looks, always turning heads with his unconventional gauges and long hair that probably should’ve landed him in a modelling agency in the first place. except, he’s opting instead to teach linguistics, a fitting major for him to talk of the history of language and its formation of it, even slipping in some latin and greek to show its origins but you can hardly listen when all you can focus on is the tight pull of his shirt around his body while his hair falls around his face and you think maybe it was a bad time to think if his hair falls out of his bun while he rails someone. you hope soon it’ll be you, just so you can confirm it for yourself with no other reason involved (you’re a fucking liar).

geto clears his throat and you swallow and the flex of his forearms only distract you further, the dragon on his arm seemingly laughing at your torment as it moves along his skin — the other doesn’t miss your dilemma, staring at you for your answer with a dark stare and enjoying the effect he had on you. your brain doesn’t respond fast enough, though, and you’re blurting out the first thing as you watch the curve of his mouth turn in either distaste or satisfaction; you weren’t sure.

“i saw you stream yesterday—” and you slap a hand over your mouth, wanting to run immediately, but you didn’t expect him to smile after a moment of recognition, making the connections to your account until his mouth falls open just a little.

“you’re the little cutie who sent me a request last night, aren’t ya?”

as he asks the question you hoped he wouldn’t ask, you find there’s nothing on your mind except maybe seeing his tattooed arms wrap around you — and you did. they looked so much better up close, leading from one thing to another in that stuffy office soon they’re looking especially good with how he’s currently dragging the tip of his cock along your folds, collecting your slick as you hold onto his biceps after confessing sin after sin about you from—

“i’ve jerked off to your videos.” a burn on your cheeks when geto sets you on his office table, palms leaving hot trails along your thighs and skin. he lets you play with his bulge, hands probably forming bruises on you from how you relieve the tension in his pants.

“the way your cunt wraps around that dildo — makes me wish i was there fuckin’ your pussy instead.” a gasp and a moan when he preps you with both fingers as he sucks hickeys into your neck and plays with your tits, pinching your nipple that has you clenching around him.

“didn’t miss how you like to be bred in your videos too. think maybe you need some real cum, princess,” geto’s button up shirt is pried open by now, trousers just barely pulled down below his hips because he has a lecture in about half n’ hour. though, he wanted your pussy all to himself and if 27 minutes was all he was granted, he was going to make full use of it. geto groans into your hair when your legs wrap around his middle and he’s reeling at how he’s been watching your videos for the longest time and yet, nothing compares to having you fall apart by his hands.

a quick glance to his watch tells him fifteen minutes, eyes flitting back to the squelch of your cunt around him and he smiles smugly at the whimpers he knows so well. he’s sure it’s imprinted on his brain by now but his dick still jumps at the many variations you’ve let out during the 27; he’d commit every single one to memory. “professor— s-shit!”

geto angles his hips up, the curve of his cock hitting that spot just right that your back arches and you let out a drawn out moan, “yes, baby?”

“w-wan’ your cum in me, suguru,” you’re pleading with a drunk little smile and your face is twisted into such pleasure he’s only seen through pixels that geto cums almost immediately with a pained laugh seeing the real thing, hips stilling as he fills you up, up, up to the brim with hot, white semen that geto feels embarrassed to climaxing so quickly. but what can he do? when his favourite camgirl and student asks to be bred, it’s only natural.

how could he possibly say no?

✶ NANAMI

“does that mean the poem is written from the cross’ perspective?” your hand shoots up in hopes of interpreting the text correctly, but also because, just maybe, that you wanted to impress a little someone at the front of the lecture theatre. beside you, you can hear the gasp of your friend along with the eyes of various other students. “sort of like— personification?”

nanami points to you with his glasses that he’s long removed, a small smile on his face. it’s not like you’re trying too hard, but of course you know your shit fairly well. you always have in every class, it was just a bonus you were so attractive that all nanami could think about was spreading your legs right on this desk. “yes, almost. anthropomorphism, something that was very common in poems or works written in old english.”

you were sceptical about professor nanami at first, especially since he was a lecturer who was transferred here from overseas only three months ago and is technically quarter of a white man, but he held command of the japanese language well enough for you to understand, both in speech and concepts. you were more interested in the lecturer himself though, piqued from the moment he explained his grandfather was danish and you turn to your friend, explains the blonde hair, doesn’t explain how he’s so insanely fine, giggling quietly to each other the first day.

as for your major, it was texts after story after poem, but you enjoyed it alongside giving your own input in class — something you knew would help your participation grades. you’ve raised your hand in more ways than one, always coming up at the end of lectures with a question, stopping him in hallways to show him the book you were currently reading. so that’s why you were confused when you were called to the front of the lecture theatre after everything’s over. it couldn’t be bad, right?

it wasn’t bad, it was much better, especially when nanami’s got your legs on either side of him on the lecture theatre desk while he takes his rightful place between your legs — somewhere he’s always longed to be. both the front and back doors are locked, with only your soft, muffled moans filling the room. but nanami has no shame, slurping up the juices that drip from your pussy loudly, possibly staining the desk below him. he’s cared before about the condensation of his drinks but when it comes to your sweet, sweet cunt? he doesn’t give one fuck.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” nanami moans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. he flicks his tongue over your clit, while the other hand goes up to squeeze at your tits, kneading and playing with them while you’re still at awe at the man on his knees, at how you’ve gotten one of the hottest professors in the university eating out of your pussy like it’s the last meal on earth.

you’re snapped out of your daze when nanami lands a few slaps onto your pussy, brown eyes boring holes into your skull. but this stare is different, as opposed to glaring down the mischievous boys who can’t stop making noise, this is…

“pay attention when i eat your little pussy, angel,” the demanding tone has you shivering, a small grin stifled when he nods in deserved approval and continues his assault. fingers slip in before you have time to react and your head is thrown back so hard it bumps against the wood but you don’t care, clamping down around his fingers. nanami’s pace is unforgiving, sucking hard on your clit while he pumps them in and out.

“feel good?” nanami asks through slurps as he catches your eye, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd you clamp around his fingers. he admires how the way the glob of liquid runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he can’t wait for it to be his cum instead.

“better than…” your voice trails off when he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how nanami knows all your sweet spots in such a short period of time. nanami simply chuckles at your sensitivity, meeting you halfway as you sit up to feel his lips against yours and he whispers against your lips—

“what were you gonna say, baby?”

you’re heaving for oxygen as he adds a third finger and you’re just hoping he’d show you his fucking dick already. hot breath fans across your lips and you smile to yourself seeing how your words affect him.

“better than fucking myself with my fingers thinkin’ it’s your cock, prof.”

✶ TOJI

it was nine in the morning, and toji could already feel a headache forming from the amount of absentees in his class, simply sighing before pulling up the details for today’s lecture, eyes unknowingly looking for you in the large lecture theatre. he finds that you’re already looking, clad in a cardigan and tired eyes — no doubt from trying to reach his deadline earlier than usual. toji found that you liked to do that, the first one to always submit your essays and assignments, so that’s why he knows what game you’re playing at when you’re asking the difference between first, second and third degree murder when you already know their definitions.

he would know — you got full marks the other time. 

“hm?” toji only hums when he sees your enthusiastic face and a quick look down to your lower half shows how your legs spread naturally for him. the professor only licks his lips before he spots your underwear, entertaining you for now as you stare on earnestly, while nothing is actually entering your brain. that’s okay, though, you’re smart.

toji can count on one hand the amount of times you manage to catch him off guard, but he didn’t expect both of those times to be on the same day. it was a busy night at the club, trailing behind professor gojo, bored, until the clock hits 11 and the shift changes, some dancers retiring for the night whilst others make their way out. they emerge with pumps and skimpy outfits, but toji still hasn’t found someone worth wasting his loaded bank account on until you’re stepping out in a corset and garters and toji whistles lowly, eyes travelling up your person unforgivingly before he hears a small gasp.

his curiosity is piqued at the small noise, only to be greeted with your widened eyes and taut muscles at having seen your professor at the strip club you work at, but with a clap from somewhere backstage your body moves naturally into a professional stance, and perhaps a little more sluttily than other days.

your professor was hot, of course you would work twice as hard, twisting your body around the pole while you show off your assets — things you were covering just this morning in professor toji’s lecture. he taught criminology, a minor that you were trying out in your second year of uni and if it didn’t work, you’d drop it, but no matter how much you complained about the class, the green eyes that bore into yours in lectures always seem to ask you to stay. you never really knew whether he was looking at you or not.

at least now, you’ll make him.

toji’s hands tightened around the wad of cash he planned to waste tonight, all put on hold just from watching the way you put your body on display. he wouldn’t have imagined seeing you tonight at the strip club he let gojo drag him to, but he’s almost glad he’s here when you seem to be only dancing for him, all focus on the other patrons lost.

your eyes are still locked with toji’s, reminding you of the times in the lecture theatre where green was all you could see, a smile creeping on your face when one of your girlfriends behind you whispers that the man with the black hair and tight shirt wants a private session with you.

that’s all it took before you feel toji’s hands on your ass later in the private room, pulling you to his front with a smirk. “what’s a sweet girl like you doin’ here?”

you roll your eyes as you feign annoyance. your heart was pounding along with the music, finally being able to feel his toned body from the front., “cut the crap, prof. you booked me for a reason. what, here to talk about my grades or something?”

“what? can’t see my favourite student?” you scoff with a small smile.

“and how did you know i work here?”

“i didn’t, but seeing you work that pole,” toji grins, landing a smack on your butt before grinding his very obvious, large bulge on you and he’s loving the way it seemed to stimulate your clit, “i need ya to show me what i’ve been missing, mama.”

toji groans later while you’ve got his cock in his mouth, on your knees in front of him while you’re fisting the places you can’t reach. you take most of him easily, feeling the tip of his length reach the back of your throat. there, your eyes flick up to him, doe eyed and pleading. it isn’t long before you feel his hips bucking into your mouth and the cute twitch of his cock in your mouth, moaning around him as you knead his thighs, dragging him closer with what little strength you had.

“dirty fuckin’ slut, huh?” toji mumbles out breathlessly, tightening his grip around your hair before you start bobbing your head again, a plethora of lewd noises alongside the slurp of your saliva and his pre-cum mixing only makes your panties wetter and sends your cunt clenching around nothing. “who knew my cutest student was such a whore?” your head reels at the degradation, sucking in your cheeks even more while you slobber over him. toji swears under his breath when your tongue sweeps over his tip, collecting his pre-cum.

“it’s s’big in my mouth, professor,” giggling, you bob your head faster as the other’s noises increase in volume, and he’s left to tap the side of your skull, causing you to tilt your head in question. the vibrations of your moans has him grinding into your mouth, shutting you up until he’s cumming down your throat with a loud groan. toji spills so much into your mouth that you have to swallow twice, pulling on your jaw as you show him the remnants of the cum still on your tongue.

“’m sure they have it somewhere in the conduct about professors not having sexual relations with a student,” toji chuckles when he sees you peel off your underwear, eagerly wrapping his arms around your waist. “or even something about cutting corners to get your grades up…” it’s a little soft, trailing off when he feels you drag his tip along your pussy and he’s mesmerised with how your dripping folds accommodate him easily.

you pout in dramatics, thighs tightening around his when you take inch after inch of him before you’re bottoming out. there’s a deep sigh coming from you before you’re moving your hips lazily, a certain slur to your words that already show you’re drunk on your professor’s cock and toji only smiles.

“yeah, but my grades are perfectly fine,” you whisper with a small whine when toji squeezes your ass, something he never thought he’d get a taste of.

“plus, we’re not in the classroom now, are we, professor?”

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WARMMORNINGSJAMSWARMMORNINGSJAMS

(Warm mornings with jams please)

👀👀👀👀👀👀

Warm Mornings; Jamil Viper

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I was possessed by this vision and I hope that you go into cardiac arrest because of it. Translation for a term of endearment will be at the bottom!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Jamil slowly blinked his eyes, waking up from a dream; a dream that he was visiting one of the Al-Asim’s many vacation homes, the one by the coast. A dream that you were by his side, smiling at him as you excitedly went through all of the rooms. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew that when he saw the driftwood ceiling, and saw your sleeping form next to him.

The Sun was just peeking out from the horizon, golden rays turning the ocean a warm amber, coming through the open shutters and illuminating dust clouds that drifted in the light breeze. 

If Jamil were back in his dorm, or at the Al-Asim estate, he would have already started his day. He would have been making breakfast for Kalim and their lunches as well. He would have been rushing and worrying. But he didn’t have to do that here, he didn’t need to do anything. He could relax.

Sighing, he turns over to face you, and breathes out a silent laugh. Apparently, yesterday had been pretty tiring, since you had dried up drool on your face, and some light snores escaped your mouth every so often. It was a side that he hadn’t really had the opportunity to witness or enjoy. And to Jamil, there was nothing more precious or stunning in his eyes, drool and all. 

You shuffled in your sleep and Jamil froze, fearing that you had caught him in the act of admiring you. He didn’t want you to wake up and find him staring at you. He didn’t want you to think that he was being weird, or breaking some unsaid boundary. But you stayed asleep, and a particularly loud snore escaped from you, which nearly made Jamil snort, almost.

Jamil took one last look at you before deciding it was best to get up and slowly start his day. He sat on the edge of the bed for a bit, taking a mental screenshot of your sleeping face. And before he knew what he was doing, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He didn’t overthink it, and a flare of panic did spring up, but he smothered it just as quickly as it had arisen. What did he have to worry about? There was nothing to worry about. He could be himself here, without worrying about others prying in or interrupting him. But enough dilly-dallying around. He may not be on the clock, but since he was awake, Jamil wanted to start his day.

So, as Jamil got ready for whatever this day may bring, he occasionally checked in on you. He also knew around what time you naturally woke up at, so while he waited for you to awaken from your slumber, he started preparing breakfast for the both of you. Well, your favourite breakfast. 

While he was cooking, he felt your arms latch around his waist, and the weight of your head resting on his back. “Sleep well, habib albi?” Jamil asked, turning down the heat of the stove so your meal wouldn’t burn.

You hummed, “Slept like a rock. Could have slept longer, but it’s warm and I was getting sticky and gross… I probably look like a mess.” You burst out into laughter, imagining the state you must have been in when Jamil woke up who knows how long ago.

“No,” Jamil turned around, still with your arms around his waist, “you never looked better.”

He looked at you with so much softness, love, and vulnerability, that you could have sworn that your heart stopped. Jamil looked ethereal in the gentle, warm, amber rays of sunlight that filtered through the linen curtains. Yet, he was looking at you the same, despite the dried-up drool, frumpled pyjamas, and sleep-crusted eyes.

“Jamil?”

He hummed, prompting you to continue.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

And he smiled at you, a soft, love-filled smile. “Habib albi, you don’t have to,” and he placed a small kiss on your lips. “I know.”

You sighed happily, resting comfortably against his chest. This morning had been warm in more ways than one.

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*habib albi; love of my heart (edit; it's a masc term but at the time I thought it was g/n; femme term is habibit)

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Tags; @krenenbaker @leonistic @xxoomiii @eynnwwyjth @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x gn reader #jamil; *kisses reader chastely on the lips* #reader; can i have another please? #jamil; not until you've brushed your teeth. you have morning breath. #reader; I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?! #jamil; i do habib albi but i'm not kissing you properly until you brush your teeth. #reader; *pouts but goes and brush their teeth so they can kiss jamil silly* #jamil viper fluff #... i think i'm becoming a jamil kisser oops #i wrote this in like under 45 minutes

[sturniolos-blog]

can you do one where ellas in an abusive relationship? as long as that is not too triggering <3

Abusive - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - physical + mental abuse, fluff, sad, angst, swearing, yelling, arguing

Disclaimer: Third person POV, ella is 15 in this.

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8:38pm (At Ella’s boyfriends house)

“Alex, i didn’t cheat on you!” Ella sobbed to her boyfriend who was fuming with anger, she was on the floor, a big bruise started forming around her eye with a cut on her cheek.

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Alex scoffed, shaking his head and rubbing his chin.

Ella let out a loud cry as she had her back against the wall, hugging her knees.

“Ella, please.” Alex’s voice lowered.

“I wanna go home!” She cried out, her sobs filling the room.

“N-no, you can’t, baby. You’re hurt..” His voice softened, leaning down to hug Ella, and she didn’t fight back.

“You hurt me..” Ella sobbed, holding on to him.

“No, no. I t-thought you cheated, i didn’t hurt you.” Alex manipulated.

“Please, let me go home.” Ella sobbed, trying to get out of his grip.

“Estrella, you can’t, your mom or dad will see you a-and i’ll g-get in trouble.” Alex stuttered.

“Alex, please, i just-” Ella let out another sob, “I want my mom and dad.. i’m gonna go.” She whimpered out, starting to stand up.

“Y-you can’t!” Alex yelled, grabbing her hair and yanking her back down to the floor, making her scream and fall back, hitting her head harshly, but not going unconscious.

She let out a loud sob, “Alex!” She yelled, trying to get up again.

He gripped her wrist tightly, his nails digging into her wrist as she cried, “You can’t leave me!” Alex spat in her face.

Ella was sick of Alex’s shit, so with all her strength she took a swing to Alex’s jaw, making him yell in pain and let go of Ella.

Ella grabbed picked up her shoes and grabbed her phone, running out of his room, down his stairs and out of his house, out onto the empty street, running houses down, she heard Alex call her name.

When she’s sure she made it far enough away she unlocked her phone, sniffing as she tried to regain her normal breathing.

She jumped as her phone started to ring, it was Matt.

With shaky hands she answered it, “D-dad?” She called out, her continuing to take steps, glancing behind her every few seconds as she stumbled down the sidewalk.

Matt smiled on the other side of the phone at his daughter’s voice, “Hey, babygirl. Everything okay? You said you were gonna be home by eight-”

“Dad!” She interrupted him and cried, “I n-need you to come pick me up!” She hiccuped out a sob, “Alex hurt me..” She sobbed out the last part.

Matt felt his breath hitch in his throat, “W-what? Ella, deep breaths, baby. What d- fuck, where are you now?” Matt stuttered.

Ella looked around, “A few houses down from Alex’s.” She said, looking at her surroundings.

“Fuck, okay, baby. Stay there. Y/n get in the car, ella called and she’s hurt!” Matt’s eyes dillies with water as he immediately got his shoes on and grabbed his keys, Ella heard her mother call out a what.

Ella sighed and rubbed her eyes, sitting down on the sidewalk in front of a random persons house.

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8:49pm

Ella looked up to see her parents car speeding down the road, coming to a halt right in front of her.

Her mom got out of the passenger side, Y/n immediately coming to bring Ella into a hug. “M-my baby, oh, my baby. Y-you’re okay, god, y-you’re okay.” Y/n cried.

Matt got out of the car and rushed towards the both of them, he immediately tackled Estrella in a hug, tears spilling down her neck, Y/n backed off, keeping her hand on Ella’s back, rubbing softly.

“Aw, baby.” Matt sniffled, pulling away and putting his hand on her cheeks. Matt’s heart dropped at the cuts and the black eye she had. Matt felt himself fill up with anger, “I-i’ll fucking kill him, i’ll do it, i’ll ruin his life, i’ll fuckin-”

“C-can we go home?” Ella interrupted, her voice cracking slightly.

Y/n nodded as she sniffles, “Y-yeah, baby, we can, of course we can.” Y/n spoke for Matt, rubbing her back.

Matt clenched his jaw but nodded, he wiped his nose before him and Y/n both helped Ella up.

Y/n opened the back door for Ella as they both helped her in. Y/n’s hands were shaky as she started to bucke Ella in.

“I got it, mom. You guys need to calm down, i’m fine.” Ella reassured, she had stopped crying a bit ago, she was still shaken up though.

Y/n forced a smile on her face as tears streamed down it, “O-okay, yeah, i know. Sorry.” Y/n apologized, kissing Ella’s forehead before shutting the back door.

Y/n looked at Matt who was biting his nails. Matt scoffed to himself and shook his head, “I knew it was a bad idea to let her have a boyfriend, i-i knew it. I-i’m gonna kill him, y/n. What the fuck? W-who lays a hand on m-”

“Matt, baby. Take a breath. She’s okay. Alright?” Y/n brings her hands up to Matt’s face, making him look at her.

Matt lets out a frustrated breath, “He hurt her, n/n.” He croaked out.

“I know, Matt. I know, baby.” Y/n whispered.

Matt let out one sob before practically collapsing in Y/n’s arms, her arms wrapping around him tightly before he dug his face into her neck, Matt’s tears streaming down her collarbone.

“I w-was supposed to protect her!” Matt sobbed.

Y/n kissed his head. “You couldn’t do anything about it, Matt. It’s not your fault, you do protect her, all the time, since she was born you’ve protected her.” Y/n reassured.

Matt shook his head and continued to sob in Y/n’s neck.

Ella tried not to look, but she did, and she watched as her father cried into her mother’s arms.

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9:12pm

The car ride home was painfully silent, sniffles were heard from each person occasionally.

Estrella walked in the house, her mother holding her tightly as they walked in, Mailo was on the couch, watching TV, but as Ella walked in, he paused it and sat up. “Holy shit. El, are you okay?” Mailo stood up, examining his sister.

“Language, Mailo.” Y/n scolds.

Ella smiled at Mailo, “I’m fine, Mai’.” She said.

Mailo continued to stare at his sister as Matt kicked off his shoes.

“Alright, do you wanna hop in the shower? Bath maybe?” Y/n asked Ella.

Ella nodded, “Yeah, i’ll uh- be down later.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything.” Y/n smiled at Ella.

Ella nodded and walked up the stairs.

Y/n let out a breath, looking at Matt as he was still angry.

Matt rubbed his forehead and went to the kitchen.

“Mom,” Mailo said, making Y/n put her focus on him. “Is Ella okay?” Mailo asked, worried for his sister.

“She will be, buddy. She will be.” Y/n sighed, engulfing Mailo in a hug as he hugs her back.

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9:45pm

Y/n, Matt, and Mailo were all sat on the couch. Matt had one hand in his mouth as he bit his nails, his leg shaking before Y/n put her hand on his knee, rubbing softly. Matt had his other arm stretched out on the back of the couch as Mailo was doing something on his phone.

Their eyes all flicker to the stairs when they see Ella come down, her hair was wet and she had changed into sweatpants and an old T-shirt. The only thing that didn’t change was the cut on her cheek and the black eye she had.

She looked at everyone and smiled, “I just wanted to say goodnight.” Estrella said softly.

“‘Night, loser.” Mailo smirked, making Y/n slap his knee.

“Goodnight, jerk.” Estrella joked back.

“Night, sweetheart. Need anything?” Matt asked her, making Ella shake her head.

“Call us if you need anything. Goodnight, Ella.” Y/n smiled back sadly.

Ella nodded then walked upstairs.

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2:03am

“Mom! Dad!” Y/n and Matt heard a yell, sounding like Ella.

Y/n got us first, shaking Matt and telling him to get the hell up before running to Ella’s room.

She opened the door to see Ella hysterically crying, her knees were pulled up to her chest as she buried her face in her hands.

“Ella? Ella, baby, what happened?” Y/n came and sat on the bed, rubbing her back as she pulled Ella close.

Ella shook her head and continued to sob as Matt rushed in the room, going on the other side of her.

Y/n teared up as she watched her daughter trying to speak but couldn’t get the words, making Y/n bite her lip.

“Estrella, sweetheart, come on, baby. Deep breaths, what happened?” Matt said, trying his best to calm his daughter down.

Estrella continued to sob as she leaned into Matt’s chest, crying into his shirt.

Slowly her sobs slowed down, her breath going back to a regular state before she spoke with a quiet whisper, “I had a bad dream..” She croaked out, her head still in Matt’s chest.

Matt looked at Y/n, not sure what to say.

“O-okay..” Y/n stuttered out. “Do you want anything? Water? Do you wanna be alon-”

“No!” Ella interrupted before she cleared her throat. “Sorry, no. Can y-you guys just lay with me? Please?” Estrella asked, picking her head up to look at the both of them.

Y/n nodded immediately.

“Of course, baby.” Matt whispered as Estrella got comfortable, Y/n laying on Ella’s left while Matt was on her right.

Ella dug her head into Y/n’s chest, like she used to do when she was little while Y/n cuddled her back, Matt’s arm going around the both of them.

And they slept, just like that.

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[nanaminokanojo]

Blue | gojo satoru x you

'Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green...'

A pair of wondrous blue eyes fluttered open to the sound of your humming. Satoru immediately broke into a slow smile, gazing up at you in the glowing haze of the afternoon sun, the most content smile adorning his face. He breathed deeply as he leaned closer to your touch as you cradled him on your lap and played with his snowy locks.

'When you are king, dilly dilly, I shall be queen.'

And that you have become to him. You are his queen, the goddess who could single-handedly bring him to his knees, not with violence but with the force of your love. It was so profound that despite his belief that love is the most twisted curse of all, after all the losses he had to endure and the loneliness that came with being the strongest, you proved him wrong.

'Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so? T'was my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.'

Love wasn't twisted, at least not the love that you showed him. It covered him with warmth and security that transcended his Infinity, coursed through every vein in his body like an a healing elixir that made him look back to his fallen friends in a renewed light. You were the only one who made him feel safe in his most vulnerable moments without the fear that if he let his guard down the whole world he carried on his shoulders would crumble to nothing.

And if it was, then how was it possible for your love to have created life with him?

'Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue..."

Another pair of gloriously blue eyes opened, slowly like the blooming flowers that surrounded you in your little garden. That life moved as it awakened in the warmth of his chest and the protection of his arms, small and seemingly insignificant but tethering him to the universe he had built with you along with his love for you – your child.

Satoru's tiny version also looked up to find you through your voice, a smile tugging at the corners of his tiny mouth when he finally saw you.

What he would give to make the moment last forever, to just be in your little world, just the three of you with nothing else in existence? What he would give to just spend everything that he was, his life, his strength, on all the love he could give you and your little one without expending it to keep the balance of the world?

Satoru would give his life to see such beauty every single day, and for you and his child to only see the better things for as long as you both live.

As if you were reading through his thoughts, you took his hand in yours, placing it against your cheek as if to tell him everything will be alright even as your eyes remained on the baby, eyes glossing over with unshed tears.

"Ma...ma..." your son babbled, making you giggle between singing, "If you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you."

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo satoru #gojo

[anemonelovesfiction]

Petal

Ronal x Human! Reader x Tonowari

Warnings⚠️ : smut, bc who would I be if it wasn’t there… Threesome ish. Face riding, thrusts, holding thighs down, AFAB reader bc I have no originality. Not proofread bc again, depressy.

A little shorter than my long ass stories for my peeps on the run or have a busy day and need their smut sensors topped off :)

I don’t think I used Y/n in here as their nickname for you is “Petal”

Next>>

Getting on the island was officially a job. I had no reason to even think about studying the differences between the reef people and the forest people I was used to back home. I didn’t come here to dilly-dally and oogle any of the muscular men I had caught staring- due to my intrusion in their daily lives- but to check in on Kiri and make sure we could wake her up.

I’d told Norm to shove my airway tubes up his ass since Kiri was somehow protecting her airway. He got pissed at me and I walked out, knowing the tsahik was bound to make her way over, almost bumping into her as she walked close. I bowed my head in respect as she walked in and miraculously healed Kiri.

But I was there for the conversation that followed. I could tell how torn Jake was upon hearing that his daughter could never connect to the spirit tree with the reef clan and could feel my heart break at the news. He’d asked me to stay behind, that he’d get permission from the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik somehow, he just wanted his daughter safe. I barely knew the language but I knew how to do my job.

But being bent over, knee’s spread on the floor to fit this massive Metkayina man behind me, and having my arms splayed out doing nothing as he continuously pumped his thick cock in me wasn’t what I had pictured when I was allowed to stay.

“How can a little demon like you take so much?” I couldn’t bring it in me to answer that question, I kept biting my lip to prevent any sounds from slipping, I had to keep quiet. But the squelching sound being made by the constant thrusts of his cock in my slick cunt was speaking volumes.

“Speak.” He demanded and I whimpered, unable to trust my voice as I knew I’d babble some nonsense or sound desperate. His giant hands were on my hips, moving my body toward whatever tempo he’d set.

“Do-don’t know.” I managed to slip out and I could hear the smirk in his voice as a dark laugh rummage past his lips.

“You’re taking me so well, petal.” He slides out completely, leaving my pussy to close around nothing, the cool breeze blowing past making me shiver. He surprises me by turning my entire body around, laying me on my back, my knee’s were already covered in sand and I knew the slick that slid from my pussy down toward my ass was attracting even more sand, but I could only focus on the pleasure to come as he teases the head in.

“Please-“ I whine just after he’d pushed the head in and stopped to look at me.

“I’m sorry, petal, I just have to see you beg for it.” He says it in a playful tone, as if he couldn’t help himself, rubbing his thumbs lovingly on my hips, I’d forgotten he’d reached down to grab me again.

“Ca-can’t,” I gasp as he shoves his length in roughly, the friction felt delicious, and he only did this when I’d come beforehand, he was always a thoughtful lover.

“Yes you can.” He grunts.

“Need it, ‘Wari-“ I moan as he slides out and goes back in, but he smirks after stopping.

“Doesn’t sound like you do.”

His ears perk up at the voice coming from behind him but maintains his composure, never letting his hands leave my waist, but I whined loudly. Ronal was the first to initiate anything, allowing her husband to find me many moons ago, telling him to have his way with me if I was agreeable. She had a hard time moving around with the baby she carried but still wanted her husband to feel the pleasure she didn’t feel like providing, said something about her kid draining her energy.

“Do that thing she likes, ‘Wari,” She places a hand on his shoulder gently and he turns his head, eyes looking right up at her, and leaning his head down to kiss the hand she had on him.

“N-no,” I could feel the shock coursing through my body as she said that, her eyes were shining as if she had hit the jackpot, I hated when they tag-teamed me. I could feel Tonowari’s determination as he started thrusting me at the pace he’d set earlier, Ronal kneeling down beside her husband, bringing her own hand toward my glistening cunt and collecting my slick and begins rubbing it on my puffy clit, sending multiple shock waves through me.

“Too rough-“ I try to back away from the overstimulation as Tonowari holds my hips still effectively stopping me from pushing away.

“This is how you like it, Petal.” Ronal states as if she was reasoning with me but also in a mocking tone. “Did you need a kiss to make it better?” She coo’s and I felt like I was getting closer.

“Ple-please,” I moan and close my eyes just to have them both stop all movements, Ronal took her hands off my clit, and it wasn’t until that very moment that I had realized she wasn’t being rough at all as my body felt like I was about to come, but it slowly dwindled away and I let out a frustrated grumble.

“Why don’t you have a little taste, my love.” Tonowari says as he gently pulls out of me, making sure to settle my legs down slowly, scooting to the side to allow her to sit between my legs.

“I want her on my face.” She looks up at him through her lashes and a quick flash of worry runs through his eyes. “I will be fine,” She reassures him and lays on the sand herself. He lifts me up pretty easily and settles me down on her mouth, her warm tongue slipping out almost immediately. She finds my clit without trouble and groans at the taste, she’s never really in the mood for sex, but when she was, it hit her tenfold, and usually right after a nap.

“Ro-nal, fuck-“ I whine as I grasp her braids gently, moving my hips along her tongues ministrations, feeling my lips getting caught in her fangs, but not caring about it as I was getting lost in the pleasure. I’d typically have Tonowari in my mouth at this point but could feel his kisses on my neck.

“No English in bed.” He warns after hearing me cuss and I nod. They usually took longer to let me come the more english I used, it was their plan to get me to learn their language faster- but it was working.

“So-rry s-s-sir,”

Ronal manages to hook her arms around my thighs and keeps me captive as she moans and licks my pussy like a starved woman eating her first meal in months, I turn to catch a glimpse of Tonowari lining himself up at her entrance and shoving himself in, I moaned along with Ronal as he thrusted into her cunt. I could hear the sounds coming from behind me and it managed to turn me on even more.

“Can you hear the sounds you are making with your pussy?” I asked Ronal while stuttering and moaning in between most words. But she looks up to make eye contact with me while continuing to eat me out and nods.

“You sound so fi-filthy-“ I stutter as she’d taken the liberty to circle the tip of her long tongue around my sensitive puffy bud. I could practically feel her lips forming a smile across mine.

“Dirty girl,” Tonowari grunts while thrusting in his wife, her moans muffled by my pussy.

“I’m close-“ I close my eyes and my nails dig into Ronal’s forearms, still wrapped around my thighs.

“Look whose filthy now, Petal,” Tonowari speaks evenly, but based on Ronals movements, and my inability to turn at the moment, I could tell he was still thrusting. I had let a couple of moans slip past my lips, gasping, releasing one of my hands from Ronal’s forearm as I bring it toward my mouth to muffle my moans but failing. My hips were grinding over her mouth.

“Come on her mouth, Petal, cover her face,” Tonowari urges on and I could feel Ronal bite my clit lightly and my body seizes on top of hers. Tonowari grunts and curses at the tightness of his wife, she’d probably just came as well, and his steady thrusts were loudly revealed by his come squelching in her pussy.

“Oh,” Tonowari says as I wobble terribly while trying to get off his wifes face, I’ve never done that before.

“She squirted.” Ronal stated excitedly, her eyes wisened with newfound lust, licking her lips and gathering the juices from her face.

“Let me taste-“ He immediately brings her face forward to lick her forehead, but seeing them desperately consume my come was turning me on again, overstimulation be damned, I had to come again.

“Fuck-“ I sigh breathily as I swipe my own fingers inside myself, still feeling sensitive from when Tonowari was inside me.

“Looks like she’s able to go another round tonight. How many was that so far?” I hear Ronal asking her husband.

“Thats her third orgasm.” He responds and I can feel his arm swat my own away.

“Come on, Petal, I want to sit on your face next.” Ronal crawls over to me with a hungry look in her eyes. Her belly hanging low and something about it was driving me wild.

“Then we can let our ‘Wari breed you again, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, please-“ I nodded.

“Looks like she’s tongue drunk, doesn’t realize she’s switched languages on us.” Tonowari chuckles but I’m too far lost with the possibilities of pleasure and the many positions Tonowari would put me in, how Ronal would probably amazonian trib the fuck out of me, and the come that’ll stick on my skin- we might not sleep tonight.

#avatar the way of water smut #tonowari #ronal x you #tonowari x you #ronal x y/n #tonowari x reader #avatar smut #human reader

[paimonial-rage]

Got asked this on @andersdotters and felt like answering it here. Thanks for the ask, @milkstore!

Physically touchy, but not physically affectionate

Tighnari

Though it can’t be said that he’s a physically affectionate person, Tighnari is more touchy than most. Having an ill student, as well as the many foolish scholars and adventurers that enter the forest, Tighnari is used to taking care of people. He sees no qualms in coming close to take your temperature or the pulse upon your wrist. If you can’t sit still, he will ignore your protests as he takes you by the shoulders and guides you back to your home for a good rest.

But this touchiness is not limited to health matters. He really isn’t aware of it either. When he’s pointing out interesting characteristics of fungi, he’ll stand right by your side, shoulders pressed against yours. When you show him something interesting in a book you read, he’ll peer over your shoulders, with his warmth against your back. He will not hesitate to pat you on the head if you did a good job or a thwack with a roll of paper if you did bad. He sees no problems in it at all.

He notices if you have a slight obsession with his ears or tail. He can’t help but feel a bit of pride when he does. He takes good care of his fur, after all. But if you’re too scared to ask to touch them, eventually he’ll simply take your hands to place them on his ears and tail himself. Your dilly-dallying is much too painful for him to watch. You really should try to be more honest. He doesn’t bite. And maybe he does want you to fawn over him. Just a little.

After entering a relationship with him, though, don’t expect him to change much. He is not the type that particularly needs to hold your hand or hug you close. He doesn’t feel the urge to pull you near when you walk side by side. It’s not that he’s averse to physical affection. He simply does not need it like most. Still, if you require high amounts of physical affection, he sees no trouble in giving in. As a caretaker, he very well knows the importance of physical touch for mental health. In fact, if he notices you’re a bit more drained than usual, you can very well expect him to indulge you more than usual.

Not physically touchy, but physically affectionate

Thoma

Despite being from one of the physically touchiest nations in Teyvat, even to close friends, Thoma keeps his distance. He wasn’t originally this way, though. It was only upon moving to Inazuma that he changed. Being that Inazumans are typically more reserved than most, Thoma learned how to adapt. It shows in his actions. Even to people who are interested in him, Thoma very deliberately puts up a boundary. He is very aware of social standings and knows the damages giving into his more touchy side can incur. He will not let anything, especially himself, bring shame to his lord and lady.

As much as he was able to adapt, refraining from touch isn’t easy for Thoma. Though he’s gotten used to and solidified within himself his resolve to stay in Inazuma, sometimes he finds himself longing for the warmth of his childhood home. Long gone are the hugs and kisses from his mother and the wrestling with his neighbors. Only within memories exist watching the sunsets shoulder to shoulder with his friends.

Falling for you was like breaking the dam he held within himself for so long. He finds himself sitting close to you, much closer than he does anyone else. When walking side by side, his hand takes yours without conscious thought. He even forgets himself sometimes in public, pulling you into his arms before he can even realize it when you make him laugh, much to the dismay of the more reserved Inazuman crowd. He can't help it. You just bring out that side of him.

Being with you, the walls of propriety he built so high begin to crumble. With you, it’s okay for him to indulge in the warmth of his roots. With you, it feels like home, the one he’s missed for so long.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #character analysis #my writing

[honoviadakai]

Rating the Diaboys based on how much I trust them to do a coffee run: Sakamaki brothers edition ☕️ ⚰️

(The majority of these headcanons come from the lovely @magnificentkidclamclod and I thank her immensely for being a huge nerd about these idiots with me)

Shu:

2/10

First of all, good luck getting him to walk out the front door

I think the moment you asking him to pick up some coffee for you, he'll just give you the thousand yard gaze

He might go out if you beg him enough…

But there’s a very high possibility that he’ll fall asleep in the café while he waits for your order to be ready

And who knows when he’ll come back once he’s entered sleep mode 🤦🏻

So basically…I hope you like cold coffee…if you get it at all

Reiji:

8/10

He’s reliable af

You want a venti caramel frappe w/ extra caramel drizzle. Etta whipped cream, 6 pumps of butterscotch syrup, 8 pumps of vanilla and double blended at a temperature of 37°F?

Consider it done 🫡

That being said…he might be feeling bored or petty….

Don’t let him feel bored or petty

You’re gonna end up becoming his next Guinea pig for his newest drug 💀

Laito:

9/10

He’s actually a very reliable guy to ask to get you coffee

No, really

He’ll get you EXACTLY what you asked for

The only reason he’s not perfect is cuz he might get distracted and either go shopping or stop to flirt with some people he sees

He might also want a “reward” after he brings you your order…

Wether or not he gets a reward is entirely up to you 😉

Kanato:

-12/10

…..no

Send literally anyone else

Literally go to the café yourself

Do NOT ask him to go on a coffee run

He will 100% attack someone if he didn’t already attack you for asking him to do such a demeaning task

He’s low key that one nightmare customer everyone who works customer service dreads getting…

Just don’t send him

Ever.

Ayato:

4/10

So main problem with him is he’s a bit forgetful

Your order could be as simple as possible and he’s still forget what you wanted

But he’s to prideful to ask you to repeat to him what you wanted

Surely you’ll drink whatever ore-sama orders!

….just drink whatever he brings you and go get your order yourself next time 🤦🏻

Subaru:

10/10

This is the BEST person to send on a coffee run

Yes he’s gonna complain about it, but he’ll get it done ASAP

He’ll memorize your order to the letter just so he can make the process run much more smoothly

Won’t dilly dally, he’s going straight home the second the order reaches his hands

The best delivery boy of the Sakamaki household!

#diabolik lovers #sakamaki brothers #sakamaki family #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki

[galebrainrot2024]

Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part 16

Read on Ao3 Okay - we are cooking!! These next few might be a bit short only because I want to keep the writing flow going and give you all content! Enjoy!

Gale chewed on his lip while he watched his companions. He lingered in the shadows outside his tent, their whispers drifting on the waves of the night’s air to him. As he heard snapshots of their thoughts, his chest tightened and swelled with something close to gratitude and disbelief. He wasn't sure he should entertain it.

Despite how off-putting Gale knew he may have been at times with his know-it-all attitude and dumping information no one requested at the slightest inconvenience of hiccup, as well as his general sense of brooding and moodiness, most of them seemed distraught by Mystra’s message. It was a pleasant surprise, and rather humbling - so much so that Astarion’s general lack of concern hardly ruffled him. 

He noticed Tav seemed uncharacteristically quiet. His heart rumbled, his throat hot and tight with emotion. The shadows beneath the moon played across her features, despondency etched into the lines of her face. 

The sensation of falling gripped Gale and threw him into the cavity of unknown, of what may not come to pass. Gale realized that he had precious little time left, hardly any time at all to unravel the puzzle of his emotions and the weight of feeling he had. 

What if he never got a chance to tell her any of it? What if he never had the opportunity to feel the tenderness of her lips to his, the warmth of her skin, the silk of her hair… he trembled and ran a hand over his face. And then there was the matter of Astarion and their complicated relationship. No one had any claim to Tav, he thought, and perhaps with my death looming on the horizon she'll be receptive to my charm... Not that I have much to start with - the end of existence nipped at his heels and he could not afford to dilly-dally.

Even though Karlach insisted Tav would often flirt with him, Gale didn’t feel like there was appropriate evidence. Mortals. Always mucking it up: they have such difficulty recognizing what’s put plainly in front of them. 

A part of Gale thought his companions would be elated - to have a clear solution to their problem and really, the ability to save Faerûn rather neatly all things considered. All it required was Gale’s sacrifice. He shuddered and brushed his lip. The darkness cast a substantial cover on him, despite some glances in his direction they all seemed to glance right through him as if he were already a ghost. 

Gale was in a state of disbelief Mystra asked this of him. He festered on Elminster’s final words - “even fate can break upon the shores of will.” His thoughts threatened to unravel him, until Gale noticed his favorite pair of eyes. They found him, nestled in the dark. 

Tav. He inhaled through his teeth when she caught his gaze and he felt his lips curl upward feeling self-conscious and waved awkwardly. He felt his body grow hot at how bumbling he must seem. 

He was prepared to hide back in his tent when he saw her rise tentative as if seeking permission. Gale gave a subtle nod and watched as she slipped away in the heat of conversation. Everyone was so focused on Karlach’s booming tirade they didn’t notice her slip away. 

Or at least, they seemed not to from where Gale stood. He felt acutely aware of his body, unsure of what to do with himself as she closed the gap. He felt his fingers mindlessly pull at his sleeves and he felt too warm, the fabric itching his skin. Gale pulled at his collar and moisture pooled on his brow. 

As she stood in front of him, it seemed the air was sucked away from between them as if in a vortex. She looked so beautiful in her air of somberness. Their silence stretched on until Tav cleared her throat, lifting her eyes to meet his. Her lips parted as if to speak and then she closed them again, bringing a hand to her neck. Gale exhaled and his lips turned. 

“Not exactly sure what to say with death clawing at my door?” 

Gale was relieved by her subtle snort. “Something like that. So..” 

“So..” Gale said, mimicking her. They both stood closer than needed and yet there was still a cavern between them. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed and brushed his fingers against his lower lip. “I’m sorry that don’t have much in the way of sage ramblings to offer at present.” Gale’s eyes rolled at his clumsiness. 

His body jolted when her fingers brushed against his upper arm. “How are you feeling?” 

Gale’s eyebrows shot up and he smirked, tilting his head. “How am I feeling? Well let’s see.. there’s how I ought to be feeling and then what I’m actually feeling and once more I must admit I haven’t a clue. It all seems quite daunting. The opportunity for forgiveness… I just need to be willing to let go.” 

He was surprised by her fury, “Please don’t tell me you’re considering it.” 

“I already did - did you expect my answer to change in a matter of hours?” Although he was teasing, a coldness seeped into his tone. “I don’t expect you to understand.” 

“I don’t.” Another surprise that made Gale curious. “I don’t understand why you’d be willing to throw your life away. I mean I do, but it’s not that simple… what about Tara? Your mother? Us?” 

“Us?” Gale’s voice was low and he tilted his head down, his eyes filling with desperation. He noted the flash in her eyes despite her attempt to quickly avert her gaze. 

Tav blushed and it filled Gale with a desire to kiss her. Gods, she looked so amazing when she was flushed. He cleared his throat as Tav gestured broadly at the companions. “Us.” Although Gale thought he heard a disappointment or uncertainty in her voice. As if that was not her original intention. 

Seeing as how he had a habit of digging too far into things, he decided to brush it aside. “Ah. Well. I’m confident everyone will be fine, especially with the threat from illithids now moot.” Perhaps it was a trick of the night, but Gale thought he saw veiled despair and rage within her eyes. 

“How can you say that?” Her voice was small, threatening to break. 

Gale looked upwards, admiring the stars because if he looked at her he would be unable to think and gestured upwards. “How can I not? Look at this canvas - an infinite brush stroke of the Astral Plane, the Heavens, and beyond. One mortal life is an insignificant blink in their existence.” Gale’s voice caught. As he spoke, Tav must have stepped closer to him their arms rested against one another. Space was nonexistent between the two. Gale felt his body warm, the spark rushing through him in a burst of energy, of longing. 

It was such a human experience. Marveling within the moment, he couldn’t recall a time his body responded quite like this - a time where he felt every fiber of his being quake, heard his pulse, felt it alive in his neck. Gale’s mortal body did not react this way to Mystra. Yes, his mind did in ephemeral moments,  but as Gale struggled to make the comparison between the sensations he realized it was impossible. To be human was a uniquely beautiful and sorrowful experience. While he had lain with Mystra in abstract ways, touched in his very nervous system by her caress, this was different. 

Now, as he stood side by side with Tav, his blood pumping and the heat of her skin encouraging his, it all threatened to drown him. He felt ridiculous and mystified, unable to break the trance of the moment. Despite his minds plea, his body could not respond. It was such a rush Gale wondered why he’d lain with a Goddess to begin with. There had been so much missing. 

“Gale, you cannot be serious…” her voice allowed his mind to seize hold, and he looked down at her. 

“I am being serious.” He inhaled and looked down. As he looked into her eyes, he imperceptibly licked his bottom lip - she smelled of dirt and sweat, with a light citrus undertone. It made his core throb and ran his fingers along his neck as if to itch. The skin was pricking, hot, begging for a touch that was not his. He realized he had her rapt attention. “What is the alternative? We hardly know what we’re up against. With what little information we have, we know this foe is something else entirely. Why else would a God intervene? You know as well as I do that Ao does not take kindly to divine intervention of this sort. We’ve been granted a glimpse of what lingers for us on the horizon and yet, the totality of the situation is well beyond our comprehension. So, Tav,” as he said her name he felt how lustfully it dripped from his lips, wanting to repeat it like a prayer. “I ask again - what is the alternative?” 

As he gazed at her, he watched her head tilt as if to beckon him, their closeness making ignoring her smell impossible. Gale wanted to reach his hand up to brush against her cheek, into her hair and cup her face to his. He wanted to taste her, to allow his tongue to roll over hers deliciously. He wanted to kiss the salt off her body, to caress every inch of her body with his fingers, to know her. He inhaled slowly and flicked his eyes to her lips for a moment before he stepped back. How selfish it would be of him, especially now, to offer her even a glimmer of hope. 

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[inkareds]

Can I please request some fluffy headcanons with namor or a lazy day? I need more soft namor after the fight between wakanda and talocan is over, Thank you if you do this!

Care for You Namor

nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi ✧.* word count: 2.4k ✧.* genre: SFW // suggestive fluff ✧.* warnings: just some suggestive things at the end but I still think it's SFW

After the fight between Wakanda and Talocan, Namor worries you were disappointed in him, how wrong he was.

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(all italic texts are Mayan) 

“I can’t believe he would do such a thing, I mean, giving up to that spoiled Wakandan Princess?! It’s a disgrace to our fighting abilities. We had them! You know we did!”

“Does it matter if we had them or not?! If what they’re saying are true, that ‘spoiled Wakandn Princess’ bested him in a fight. He could’ve died and the only thing you’re thinking about right now is if we were defeating those Wakandan soilders or not?!”  You practically yelled at Attuma. 

Namor, your husband, had said it would be better if you both were to fight on different fronts. After all, it was expected for him not to fight with the main army as he would’ve needed to fight against Shuri. If you were fighting with your soldiers it would bring the overall mood up, seeing their ruler fighting alongside them would give them more strength to fight. 

That decision had come as a double-edged sword, whilst it was true that the soldiers fought more valiantly with you in the ranks reminding them why they were fighting. It was also true that it brought you great anxiety when you realised that you didn’t know what was happening to Namor. For all you know he could’ve been dead or dying when fighting against Shuri. 

You knew better than to underestimate the woman. She may be much younger than both you and your husband, but she held the experience of someone double her age. Coupled with the loss she had experienced at the hands of your husband? It’s only natural that she’d fight fiercer than anything both you and your husband have seen so far. 

She was dangerous. You know that. 

The entire time you fought, feeling your blade clash together with the spears of the Wakandan soldiers, the only thing on your mind was to get this done quickly so you may be of assistance to Namor, your king, your husband. Nothing could’ve described the insane amount of thankfulness that rushed to you when you saw him and Shuri standing side by side on that ship. 

When he forced everyone to back down, unlike your people, the first thing you thought about was quickly dispelling your people. You’ve faced enough losses today, you’ve seen one too many of your subjects be killed in front of your eyes. You will not squander this chance of mercy Shuri has granted your king just because of pettiness. 

But just like in the war, once you were back in your underwater kingdom you were once more separated. As general, Attuma, a very close friend and confidant to you, pulled you aside to talk about the casualties and his overall rage at Namor’s decision. 

“Would you rather he die?” you asked in an exasperated manner towards Attuma when you saw the way his face still held anger. You knew where he was coming from, both your people and you have trained practically every day for this day to come. For the day that the people above waged war. To know and accept that the first battle in that war was lost to you, was hard to swallow. 

But it was something you had to swallow, and you’ll force everyone else fighting by your side to swallow as well. As selfish as it sounds, you’d rather lose a hundred battles than lose your husband. 

“There are strategic reasons why this is adventageous for both of us. If K’ul’kukan had killed Shuri it would’ve crippled Wakanda as a nation, yes! But that would mean they no longer have anything to lose! Did you see how many of us they were able to kill? What do you think will happen when they lose their pillar? More cassualties will follow, and Wakanda is greater as an ally than an enemy.”

It was true you were rather frustrated at the turn of events, but now that you were away from the battleground and had some time to think. There was an advantage to losing and being spared after all. Advantages that would not show their true colours until later on. When Attuma looks unconvinced you turned your head. It’s useless trying to move an immovable rock. 

“Enough, remember who you are talking to Attuma.” Despite fighting on the same front you were quick to remind Attuma of his manners and the respect he should show you as his ruler, “I am tired of the fighting and I want to see my husband. Now leave me be, if you have anything to discuss about, Namora will take my stead.” 

Attuma seemed as if he was about to say something, but he quickly shut up when you pointed a sharp glare in his direction. “Of course, your highness, forgive my disrespect.”

“You are forgiven, now go.” 

When Attuma left the room you’re in, a room decorated from wall to wall with war strategies, statistics, and the like, you quickly left as well. The water could not carry you fast enough to the cavern that held your chambers with your husband. The only time you were able to see him was with Shuri on that ship, and even then he looked rough. 

You could only guess how many injuries he actually sustained during the battle. 

Finally setting foot on the cavern you practically ran to your shared chambers. As you slammed the door open, his attendants and the doctors around him jumped at the sight of their ruler. 

“Thank you for tending to my husband, you may now leave.” You quickly masked your panic as you realised the other people in the room. 

Namor looked at you with an unreadable gaze, sitting on a chair, his attendants surrounded him fussing about his wounds, massaging him with oils to ease his muscles, and two doctors worked at once to heal the wounds on his body and wrap the bandage around his ankle. “Your highness, we haven’t fully bandaged the king yet-”

“No matter, I will do that myself, now leave.” The doctor that spoke to you quickly nodded and stood up before urging his partner to leave with him. 

Not long after that the attendants soon left as well after tidying up their tools. 

In quick succession the moment they left the room you dropped to your knees in front of your King. Grabbing the bandage that the doctor left behind and slowly finishing dressing the wound on his ankle where Shuri ripped off his wings. 

You were silent and gentle when your hands slowly placed down the bandage once you realised the bandage on his ankle was already bled through. Namor didn’t speak when you slowly pulled the bandages away, showing the gash. He didn’t even wince when you placed medicine on the open wound. 

The only thing he did was watched as you meticulously cleaned and dressed his most damning wound. His silence was due to how he thought you felt. Here you were on your knees in front of him, showing him your subservience and yet he wasn’t able to win just a simple fight. He assumed you felt disappointed in him. 

The king of Talocan himself, a god in his own right, not being able to win a fight against a princess not even an eighth of his age? He felt great shame facing you right now. To any of his subjects, he would’ve told them about Shuri’s fighting spirit. How she was incredible on the battlefield. 

But to you? He can’t say anything. 

There were no excuses that would leave his mouth if you were to ask why it was that he lost. 

He had placed you on the front lines, you could’ve died and he wouldn’t have been able to avenge you. How can he call himself your husband if he can’t even do that? 

Buried in his own self-loathing thoughts Namor didn’t realise that you were done bandaging his ankle. His train of thought was only stopped when he felt your warm lips against his own. 

His eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Why were you kissing him? He was unworthy of your love, your touch, your kindness right now. When he didn’t kiss back you pulled away. 

“My love.” You whispered placing your forehead against his. “I was, so scared.” Namor was just about to apologise for putting you in such a dangerous position, thinking you were scared of having to fight the Wakandan army. 

But the moment he sees the tears leaving your eyes and the way your hands so delicately placed themselves on top of his chest covered in bruises and marks. He realised you were scared for him. At that point, he had nothing else to say. 

Did he seem so weak that you were worried for him? How unworthy was he truly for your love? You, a warrior, a deity in your own right. 

“Please stop thinking,” it was as if you could practically hear his self-loathing thoughts. “Stop thinking, just- just look at me.” One of your hands left his chest and went to angle his chin upwards to face you. 

You stood taller than him right now with him seated and you standing next to him. This way Namor could truly see how worried you were. “It killed me inside not knowing if you were winning the fight or not.” You finally croaked out in between your tears. 

Namor, finally breaking from his spell, grabbed both your hands, slowly lifting them and giving your knuckles long kisses. “I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m sorry for failing.” 

“Hush, I couldn’t care less about any of that right now. I’m just glad you’re here with me.” Then and there silence wrapped the two of you in its warm embrace. 

Though neither you nor your husband felt cold often, to be in each other’s presence, basking in the silence and comfort of just existing together felt warmer than anything else in the world. His hands slowly caress your own. Both of you with your closed eyes and touching foreheads. There was nothing else more calming in this world than this moment right here. 

When you remembered Namor was still fresh off the battlefield you pulled away from his touch, leaving him to slightly reach for your skin. “Patience, my king. Let me take care of you.” A hint of mischievousness lined your voice at that moment. 

Seeing s how the tension was slowly melting away, Namor only grinned and watched you intently as you walked behind his chair towards the table holding numerous oils. Picking one bottle up, he chuckled once he realised what you were going to do. 

“Is something the matter, my king?” the edge in your Mayan only made Namor’s grin widen. “No, no, please continue. Serve your king.” he teased. 

It was your turn now to smile at his words, all before going towards him and pouring some of the oil on his back and your hands. Slowly you pressed the palm of your hand on his back. You’ve done this plenty of times to both your king and your soldiers as a way to ease their tense muscles after battles to know what you were doing. 

But no matter how many times you’ve done it with Namor, every time it still feels intimate. He practically melts against your touch as you pushed your hands to knead away the knots in his back and body in general. 

You smiled as you watched the way Namor eased. You wished you could truly describe to him the amount of awe you had for him. Though you aged slower than most humans and mutants alike, you haven’t lived half of Namor’s lifetime. You couldn’t imagine what it was like to be him those days when he was alone. 

To be a king at such a young age, to be a god to a people for such a long time. Such burdens materialise in the way his muscles ached and tensed. 

But now with your skilled hands, you release all of that tension. 

Despite this, you were still quite cheeky, as you couldn’t help but speak when Namor kept lowly groaning at the pleasure of your hands on his back. “Is this that enjoyable my king?” you know he’s used to your jests, but what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly stand up. 

The sudden action caused you to jump and he took that opportunity to lift you off your feet before dropping you down on your shared bed. 

“K’ul’kukan!” you yelled out entertainingly when Namor crawled on top of you, placing his body weight on both his hands and knees he looked down at your now flushed face as you looked up at him. “It was very enjoyable, I think I should return the favour, no?” 

A grin made its way to his lips as he began to lean down to your neck and pepper light kisses. Despite your clear enjoyment of what he was doing, seen by the way you were craning your neck to give him more access, you half-heartedly pushed him away. “Your wounds are still fresh K’ul’kukan! They’re going to reopen if you keep doing this.” 

He only hummed in response against your skin, his teeth slowly grazing and nibbling on the soft flesh of your neck. “Your doctors are going to be mad at me.” You tried to reason with him. 

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. I’m the king remember?” You swear he’s only teasing you, but Gods was his voice the most sultry thing in the world right now. 

Slowly through his soft touches and kisses, you began to forget that you were supposed to be worried about his well-being. “I was scared of you too.” he whispered so quietly against your skin. 

At that moment, you realised why he was doing this. It wasn’t because he wanted to say thank you for massaging him. Maybe that did play a part, but the reason he was now praising your body as if you were a temple was that he was scared. 

He was terrified about your own safety. Now that you were in his arms, words failed to describe how happy he was. And when words fail, actions speak louder. 

So, you stopped struggling and let your king, your husband, your God, make you feel like a deity.

Hi! I know this isn't REALLY what you asked for but I just couldn't get this out of my head! I hope you enjoy this either way though! But if you'd still like me to make a lazy day fic for Namor I can totally do that!!! <3

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Did Dianna just admit she still has feelings for Billy 😳

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[yearningaces]

Meet my boy Hallow, the megalodon mershark who is so enamored by you, his ever handsome medic

It was once a human civilization, the elders had said. But as you swam through the old stones that built the colosseum at the top of the trench, you wondered how the two legged could have built something like this if they would have to leave when the waters came.

Your tail flicked down, stopping your movements through the stone archways. A few brightly colored fish passed by before hiding in the kelp grass among the sandy sea floor to your right. It was a fascinating theory the elders had, but they've been wrong before. Even in ways no one ever speaks of.

Such as the means for this place.

"There you are, hurry up. There's work to be done and the elders don't like dilly-dallying." Fetcher swam closer to you from his post. The merfolk's eel tail twitched slightly.

You huffed but swam along, passing the same guard who says the same thing every single day. A few turns down certain corridors in the stone construct and you could smell the metallic scent of blood in the water. Hearing the cheers of so many merfolk raging for blood.

Eat or be eaten, was the colosseum motto. The strongest predators were sent in if they'd committed heinous enough crimes against the elders council. Only the last remaining alive could leave a free mer. Unless they were one to draw a crowd and were framed again and again to be brought back. Sometimes the smallest guppies would even be here... Those were nightmarish rounds to even hear.

As you continued swimming slowly along, you passed by rows of gaps in the stone, triangle in shape that gave you the perfect view of the arena just beyond the stone wall. And it was carnage.

Today it was two orca mers, stout and imposing against an even larger whale mer. And the whale was winning. You ignored the horrific sound of one of the orcas tail being torn off and used to beat the other one's head as you swam along the familiar route.

Eventually you stopped outside of a hatch in the floor made of metal. One of the many guards glanced at you before opening the hatch for you to swim through. Just small enough to fit.

It was closed and locked behind you as you continued down into the dark cell, a familiar massive figure coming into view.

As soon as the guard voices faded, you were close enough to be unnoticed by the rest of the oceans, and at that moment, the massive taloned and webbed hand reached up, pressing against you from behind and gingerly pushing you down further into the colder water, and right into Hallow's embrace.

You relaxed in the megalodon's hold, sighing happily to be here with him again. "We really should see about me being able to visit when it's not before or after your battles." The remark is sincere and you return to the familiar actions of observing what you can of the massive creature made for the shadows. He has a few nicks and tears but nothing much, given the nature of what sort of battles he has no choice but to endure, it's not surprising how viciously adapted he is.

Hallow's voice is a rumble, one you have to focus to understand. His kind are ancient after all, and the few megalodon's left speak in such an old tongue it's difficult to comprehend some times. "Yet a victory ensures our meeting once more. I'd do so for a millennium more to see you return to me again."

His large hands curl around you as best they can given the size difference. Hallow's movements are always gentle with you, even now as he brings you just a bit closer until you're held against him.

"I'd return regardless." The remark is an earnest one, but you have a task at hand, reaching into your satchel and drawing out a few different items. You reach your smaller hand up to the large one holding you in place and wiggle in Hallow's grasp until you're at an angle you can reach the back of his wrist where a deeper tear is. Your steadfast hyperfocus on the task is clear as your hands move with caution and care, cleaning and wrapping the wound in a gentle fabric.

Throughout all of this Hallow's gaze remains on you and you alone. Watching silently as you tend to his wounds with such care, it used to make his heart race, but now he slows, content and most comfortable under your care and attention.

You'd been his charge for many seasons now, originally hardly speaking to him but tending to his wounds after battle, as he was one of the few competitors who the elder council wanted to keep alive to fight again. Eventually you finally spoke, and it only grew from there.

Hallow doesn't quite know what he can refer to you as, but he so dearly adores you. If he weren't confined to this Poseidon forsaken place, he'd be able to court you, earn your attention and affection, prove he's worth your time and care.

But he's stuck here, a prisoner with no crime, and a life of carnage and desolation ahead of him. And you return to help him heal, both his physical wounds and his emotional ones. You let him hold you close, let him nap with you in his grasp, speak so very gently to and with him and he adores you so much for it. Hallow would tear this entire place to ruin if he could, would so carefully guide you into the trench the colosseum sits atop of, where he could hide you away in the cold dark waters where only creatures like him exist. And you would both be safe.

But for now, he'll keep watching you with an endearing expression as your small hands work so carefully to ensure he's not hurting, even if you don't know how you never could hurt him, not in a way he'd mind at least.

And he'll be good, because it means you'll return. He'll tear another fellow mer into a spineless and tailless mush of viscera because he'll be here for your next return.

And for now, it's enough.

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[normal-internet-user]

MOTHER KNOWS ~~~~~ BEST: 1 ~~~~~

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Prolouge: Pt 2:

Summary: Mama has some errands for you and Venus to run, of course you'll finish them with enthusiasm.

Warnings: Emotional abuse/manipulation: it's not prominant in this chapter, but it will be a reacurring theme in this fic. Please keep that in mind.

Requested: N/A

Female Reader!

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You started awake when a pillow hit your face.

You sat up in your bed with a groan, glaring at your sister who had tossed the pillow. Venus snickered a cheeky grin on her face, sticking her tounge out at you as she tied her teal blue mask into her prefered braid.

"Really, Vee?" You said, chucking the pillow at her, which she easily dodged, "What was that for?"

"Oh please. We both know if I hadn't woken you up, you would have slept all day." She retorted, throwing your clothes at you.

You grumbled under your breath, kicking off your covers as you stood from your bed. You yawned, "Shut up. That's not true."

"Is so."

"Is so not!"

A soft knock on the door of your shared room interrupted your banter, and you motioned for Venus to open it, "I still look like a mess." You said.

Venus sighed and opened the door, glaring at the yokai who stood there, "What do you want?" She said, crossing her arms.

The fox yokai gulped, and handed Venus a peice of paper. Venus raised an eyebrow, "Is that it?"

The yokai nodded, then Venus slammed the door in his face.

You looked up at her from where you were brushing your hair/fur, "You're so mean to them, Vee."

"Well, maybe they shouldn't be annoying." She replied, reading the paper the yokai had handed to her.

You let out an exhasperated sigh, continuing to get ready for the day, "They didn't even say anything though."

Venus set the paper down infront of you, ignoring your reply, then moved to put on her cloak, "Mama wants to see us." She said.

You nodded, standing to put on your own gear, "I wonder what she needs."

Once you and your sister were properly dressed, and presentable enough to go see Mama, you left your shared room and made your way through the halls of the Nexus Hotel.

The staff greeted the two of you respectfully as you passed, and you arrived at Mama's office in a relativly short amount of time.

You knocked, and Mama's sweet voice called out, "Come in~!"

The two of you walked in and Mama stood from her desk to greet the two of you, "There are my splenderific girls! Come, sit with Mama."

"You said you needed to talk to us, Mama?" Venus said as the two of you sat in the chairs across from Mama's desk.

Mama nodded, "Yes, I suppose we shouldn't dilly-dally around, that would be rather unproductable, hm?"

You nodded, and Mama reached into one of the many desk drawers, pulling out a file.

"You see." She said, handing you the file, "Mama has something she needs, and you girls do so well at completely the teensie tasks I give you. So I want you to retrieve it for me."

"What is it?" You asked, opening the file. The first thing you saw was a picture of the item Mama needed, it looked old. Probably more mystic artifacts.

Mama waved a dismissive hand, smiling at the two of you, "No need to worry yourselves with the boring old details. Bring Mama the artifact, and we'll move from there, alright?"

Venus nodded, pulling up the hood of her cloak as she stood, "Of course, Mama. We'll be back soon with your item."

You stood with your sister, handing Venus the file so she could read the details as well. Mama smiled, clasping her hands together, "Wonderful! I expect you girls to be back in a jiffy-jam!"

"Yes, Mama." The two of you answered turning to walk out of the office. Halfway, Mama called out to the two of you, "Oh, and girls!" She said.

You and Venus turned to look at her, and she smiled sweetly at the two of you, leaning back in her chair, "Don't dissapoint me. You wouldn't want Mama to be upset with you, now would you?"

"No, Mama." You answered quickly.

"We'll get it done, Mama." Venus added.

Mama nodded, and looked down at the papers on her desk, a clear final dissmissal.

You and Venus quickly left Mama's office and as soon as the door closed behind you, you snatched the file back from Venus.

"Hey!" She huffed, "I was still reading that."

"What do you think it is?" You asked, ignoring Venus' protest.

She shrugged, snatching the file back, "I don't know. Mama told us not to worry about it."

"It looks kinda like a candle." You said, falling in stride with Vee's quick pace.

"Drop it, (Name)." She said, sighing, "Mama said not to worry about it. So don't worry about it."

You pouted, crossing your arms, "I'm just curious. You can't tell me you aren't too. I know you are."

"Whatever." Venus mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"You so are!" You said, grinning smugly.

Venus smacked you lightly with the file, pulling her mask down over her face, "Just focus on our job, dork."

You stuck out your tounge, and you and Venus continued walking for a while longer, then she came to a stop.

"Here should be good." She said, pulling out two of the marble like portal devices Mama had given you.

"Where to, again?" You asked, rolling the tech around between your fingers, and Venus rolled her eyes, though you couldn't see it.

"Didn't you read the file?"

"Well yeah. But I forgot." You said, shrugging.

Venus sighed, pulling out the file, "Some museum in the human world." She said, holdinv it out for you to look at.

You skimmed the paper, then held up a thumbs up, "Got it."

Venus stashed away the file, and the two of you portaled away, the Nexus Hotel dissapearing and being replaced by dark walls of stone.

"Man, this place looks like the dungeons under the Battle Nexus." You mumbled, and Venus nodded.

"Just with more incredibly valuable artifacts." She remarked.

You murmered in agreement, eyes scanning the building for your target. Venus smacked your shoulder, and you whinned, looking over to see she was pointing at a small glass case across the room.

Inside, was the artifact, and you couldn't help but think how humans needed better security.

This was way too easy.

You smirked, jogging up to the object, "How do we get it out-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Venus smashed her fist through the glass, pulling the artifact out of the broken shards.

Alarms started blaring and you looked at her incredulously, "VENUS!"

"What!?" She said, tossing you another marble, "It doesn't matter! We'll be gone before anyone shows up!"

You went to say something, but were once again interrupted. People just couldn't wait their turn, could they?

"I don't think that's yours!" Called out a confident voice.

You looked up at one of the large windows, and saw four mutant turtles looking down at the two of you.

You quickly turned to glare at Venus, and she shrugged sheepishly.

"Oops?" She said.

And you groaned, facepalming. Things just got really complicated...

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Boom! First chapter done!

Have a cliffhanger too! Hehe

Taglist:

@zeepziesdiary

Venus and Reader really out here bein a dum-dums, silly.

They're siblings your honor.

Also! quick edit here! Reader is a yokai, but I'm not going to name the type specifically, that way it's more or less up to you!

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[utahimeow]

char my bbie hello !! it has been too long without u . . ;< i hope your day / evening / night has been lovely ! i hope you’ve eaten lots of delicious foods !! i’ve come to celebrate kenma day with you < 3 the prompt :: [ CONTROL ]  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue. [ totally up to you as to who’s sender / receiver !! i just think this sparked up my cockwarming thots for heem . . ] let us rot together ! ^3^ ily !!

dilly dearest !! i adore u sm <3

[ CONTROL ] sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue.

cw — nsfw content minors dni, f!reader, dom!kenma, cockwarming

[ kenma day celebration event !! ]

“oh, my god.”

the irritation in kenma’s voice makes you want to shrivel up — something tells you it’s directed at you and not on the smash bros game he’s playing.

sat in his lap with his cock buried inside you, you’re lucky he even allowed you this much. for the past twenty minutes you’ve been pushing your luck after he told you to “just be good and stay quiet.”

but when he’s stretching you out this well, how can you do either of those things? your hips moved by themselves (you swear), rocking back and forth along his thick length while your fingers worked circles against your sensitive clit.

then came your noises. at first, it was nothing more than small gasps, which soon turned into whimpers, then shortly became moans muffled into the palm of your hand. perhaps you could have tried to stay a little quieter, for kenma had friends on the other end of a call in his headset. but when do you ever do what your boyfriend tells you?

he hits a button on his keyboard to mute up and his hands clamp down firmly on your hips, holding you in place.

“thought i told you to be good,” he says, scoffing, bringing his teeth to your neck and nipping at it. “i’ll let you stay if you sit still. you move and you can go use your own fingers.”

all you manage is a pathetic whine at his proposition. you’re clenching and unclenching around him in an attempt for some kind of stimulation, but it’s essentially futile.

“yeah? can you do that for me?” he asks, condescendingly sweet. he knows you can’t.

“mhm,” you say, voice quivering. he’s not convinced. neither are you.

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

Not a Man of Patience

Pairing: Yeonjun x afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; dirty talk; pussy eating; piv; unprotected sex; overstimulation 

Word Count: 2k words

Mellow speaks: Okay so I'm asking y'all this. Why the fuck is it always this bitch? Why is it always Choi Yeonjun who leaves me this hot and this bothered? At first I thought I was gonna get stuck at a little over 600 words, and a few hours later, here we are at 2k lol.

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

You had it coming, honestly. It was something you could tell the moment he had gazed at you in the crowd, his eyes lingering on you just a second longer than needed. Even then, when the concert had only barely started, those eyes still held a mischief that you could have seen from miles away. Yeah, it was coming, and you knew it. 

Even when he had stepped of the stage at long last, body covered in a sheen of sweat and chest heaving proudly at a job done well, the smirk on his face was enough to tell you he had still got plenty of tricks up his sleeve, and when he had met you backstage, lips reaching down to catch your own in a kiss that had started gentle but turned heated right there, in public, you knew you were on the right track.

Choi Yeonjun had never been a man known for being one with much patience. Nope, he believed in living hard and living fast, there was no time for dilly-dallying. His motto? You want it, you take it. It was especially true when it came to things like the joys and pleasures of life. Pleasures, like the thrill he felt while performing, screaming his lungs out into that mic labeled 'YJ.' Pleasures, the kind he planned on seeking tonight, with you in his arms, pressed against him. 

The car ride back home was.....difficult to say the least. Because how else would you describe it when you could feel wetness growing between your thighs at the way he kept stroking your leg, his hand occasionally dipping under the short hem of your skirt, inching dangerously close to where you needed him the most. The tension was thick, so thick you could cut it with a knife, and the stolen glances and conspicuous lip bites threatened to make you moan. 

After what truly was an eternity, the familiar building of where your shared apartment resided came into view, and the moments leading up to your entry past the equally familiar front door and into your living room went by in nothing less than a blur. Yeonjun was quick with his moves and firm in his intentions, his fingers getting wrapped around your wrist the moment you were done taking your heels off, his touch hot against your skin as he slammed you against the wood of that very door.

And that brings you to now, your lips getting swollen by the second and your breathing becoming ragged just as fast as he kisses you like his life depends on it. Because tonight, it probably does. He seems.....different, and it's a different that leaves you begging for more. He's not nearly as playful as he usually is, and his teasing ways have been replaced by a more aggressive stance as he grips your chin with one hand, his other digging into your hips as he parts your lips expertly.

His tongue is quick to flick into your mouth, exploring every inch as his chest presses flat against yours, his heart beating next to your own as his knee forces your thighs apart, getting wedged between them. He barely gives you time to adjust, gasps and moans being the only sounds you can manage as his hands grope at every inch of skin they can find. And lucky for him, there's quite a few inches to find.

You can tell he's still reeling from the adrenaline rush, the cheers and the music still echoing in his ears, and it's up to you now to moan even louder than those sounds, and become the only thing he can hear. His fingers are nimble but assertive as they tear away at the fabric of your outfit, wanting to feel as close to you as he can. As close as you'll have him. Eyes blown out, hair disheveled, and lips smeared with the gloss that belongs to you, he's the hottest mess you've seen, and it takes everything in you to keep the wetness at bay. 

Not for long, of course, because once again, Choi Yeonjun is not a patient man. Your skirt and that flimsy little top are nothing but a pathetic excuse at keeping you covered up, and he decides he wants to make things easy for you and take away your reason for keeping them on your body. "Such a tease, hoping I'd bang you inside the changing room, huh?," he growls in your ear, one hand inching towards the waistband of your panties while the other pulls your bra down, his lips getting wrapped around your bud as he begins sucking. Maybe it's his words or maybe it's the way he runs a stripe up your clothed heat. Whatever it is, it leaves you breathless, your back arching against the door as you silently plead for more. 

And it makes him chuckle darkly, his teeth digging into your nipple before he's pulling away with a pop, a "So damn needy" escaping him as he pushes the fabric to the side, stroking your pussy softly to prep you up. But he doesn't have to do that for long, because with the way that tank top sticks to his figure, and the way his leather pants seem too tight all of a sudden already has you soaking and sopping, causing him to quirk an eyebrow.

He doesn't really say anything, choosing to simply smirk as he rolls his eyes at you, making it seem as if you're the needy one. Quick to drop to his knees, you get to know just how different he is tonight when he can't even seem to wait long enough for you to take your underwear off. No, he's much too eager to devour you, and it's evident from how quickly he tears the fabric off, leaving you exposed enough for his mouth to latch onto. 

So that's what he does, his tongue pushing through your puffy lips as he makes out with your folds, arms wrapping around your hips and nails digging into the flesh of your butt. It's like he's afraid to let go, wanting to commit every single contour of your cunt to memory as he moans against you, feeling himself grow weak at how good you taste. He's eaten you out more times than he can count, but even now, he can't help being surprised at how sweet you are. Or maybe it's just that he's addicted, aware of the fact that you're the most sinful pleasure he's ever indulged in.

He's slow at first, but it doesn't really take him long to pick the pace up, his teeth grazing across your bundle of nerves and making you whimper in response. He knows every inch of you like the back of his hand, so it's really no surprise that within mere moments, all you're reduced to is a whining mess, legs shaking and eyes rolled to the back of your head as you yank at his silky hair. 

You don't know how long he continues to indulge in his carnal desires. It could have been barely a minute of him ruining your pussy, or it could have been hours of slow, almost lazy teasing. Whatever it is, the end result is the same, with your knees buckling under you and and a scream emanating from inside your chest. White hot pleasure is all you can feel, your dam breaking as you spurt your juices right into his mouth, and he eats you up like a man starved, lapping up every drop before pulling away and wiping his lips, clearly drunk off you.

You're at your limit, all you mind is screaming at you to do is curl up against him and go to dreamland. But you know he has other things on his mind, and you'd be lying if you said your body isn't screaming even louder for him to put those things to practical use. Yeah, you want him to use you for letting his own nerves loose, you want to be of use to him.

And it seems like you're in luck, because as always, he somehow knows just want you want, just what you need. "You want me to fuck you stupid, huh?," he giggles, almost childishly, enjoying having the upper hand as he takes in the way you moan and tug at his hand. He doesn't even wait long enough to take his pants off, choosing to simply roll them down his thighs enough to make his cock spring out, and you can only thank the heavens he wasn't wearing a pair of boxers.

His tip slaps against the vest which now clings to him thanks to all the sweat, and it takes everything in you not to swoon at the sight. Though of course, the way you gulp doesn't go unnoticed by him, and the way he quirks his eyebrow again leaves you nervous for no more than ten seconds, because by the tenth second, he's got your leg wrapped around his waist, his tip teasing your folds as he digs his teeth into your neck, sucking on your skin. "Mine," he mumbles, and the next thing you know, he's pushing all the way into you, driving himself in to the hilt. 

You hiss softly at the suddenness, but the transient pain soon gives way to a lasting throb of pleasure as he bottoms out. "So....tight," he grunts, rolling his hips against yours, rutting into you as he begins setting up a pace. His moves are urgent, his thrusts needy as he fills you up with himself, groaning and moaning in time with you. The adrenaline is what keeps him going, telling him to absolutely wreck that pretty little pussy and claim that pretty little body. Because it's his to play with anyway, right?

Your walls clench around his thickness, his girth being something you'll never quite get used to. Your nails claw into his arms, your moans carrying through the air as you whimper for him to move faster. And he complies, because who is he to deny you the pleasure you seek? His pumps grow more desperate his hickies pierce deeper, his needs getting the better of him as he keeps thrusting, wanting to see you crumble before his eyes.

He's so fast it almost feels like he's going to tear your insides apart, and all you can think of is to thank him for it. Actually, scratch that. Thanking him is the only thing you know, because you seem to have lost all ability to think otherwise. You cum all over his length, but you can't tell if it's your second climax of the night or your tenth. Maybe it's somewhere in between, but you can't be bothered enough to ask. All you can focus on is the addictive pleasure coursing through your veins and overwhelming your senses. Somewhere through the night, you're begging him to fill you up with his seed, to let you take every drop in before you almost collapse. He tries to resist, tries to last even longer, but in the end, you're far too warm to not shoot white ropes of his cum into. 

It takes you a moment to realize he's finally reached his limit too, and it takes even longer for him to stop thrusting, that's how focused he's been on the task at hand. That's part of the reason you love him so much, because he gives it his all, even if all he's doing is fucking you senseless. It just makes him all the more hot, and you? All the more wet. 

His chest heaving as he comes down from his high, he gives you one of the best kisses he ever has, telling you how much he loves you and thanking you for calming his bubbling energy down. But if you thought he was done, I'm sorry to say you're in for a ride. Because if Choi Yeonjun isn't known for being a man of patience, one thing he is known for being is never backing down from a challenge. 

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[phonkscribes]

Working under Wesker

You've been assigned to work with the infamous Albert Wesker on behalf of the virologist taking on more work than even he can handle. He won't hesitate to replace or to get rid of you if he doesn't think you're up to the tasks he gives you. It is an uphill battle to try and please him, and keep your job, but this seems to please him plenty enough.

He thinks its rather pointless to entrust another person with the important work that he does, especially one who he is not formally acquainted with. From the beginning, he's plotting on getting rid of you the first chance he gets unless you can prove your worth. The pressure is on, and it's only your first day.

The first task he has set out for you is to file reports with the information that has been made accessible for you, due in less than six hours. This is his first test, because he's already finished the report in case you make something that does not meet his expectations. Miraculously if you manage to finish the work that meets his standards, he will be surprised, but won't let it show on his face. If you fail, he will be there to insult you.

"It's really quite simple, if you can't manage this, I'm going to have to dismiss you. Is that something you want?", he taunts you yes, but he also means to push and challenge you. He only naturally comes off as an ass when doing so.

Wesker might not even trust you enough to allow you to handle reports, sending you off to do trivial tasks like to fetch him coffee or deliver paperwork from point A to point B. This is an incredible waste of your talents and capabilities, but that's because he doesn't have the time to carefully monitor you working on his things. When you show up with the cup in hand, practiced smile on your face, he drinks in the anguish written in your eyes. It might even steal a chuckle from him as he watches you walk back to your desk or designated area.

And watch you he does.

Even if he wasn't wearing shades, he'd drag his eyes carefully across your physique, thinking about the possibilities that might arise if he ever had the reason to turn you into an experiment. However, he does enjoy the shape of your body and how your clothes hug your form around certain curves. When you feel the weight of his gaze, he's already getting back to work, not letting his enjoyment of messing with you distract him for too long.

When he leaves for break or for the evening, you decide to stay behind, to take some of his work load in hopes of finally getting his approval. The sun has risen high above your head by the time you're through with it all, feeling a bit of sympathy for the other right before you decide to fall asleep at your space. When he arrives, he spots that all of his papers have been moved to your area. Albert's first instinct is to be mad with you, because you might've made errors and mistakes in his name, and he can't have you ruining his perfections.

Upon reading things over, with sharp and refreshed eyes, he can see now just how hard you've worked. Damn near to the bone, which he supposed was admirable. A hand reaches out to pet your head, smiling some to himself at how adorable you are resting. For now, you've earned some sleep, so he won't bother you until you either wake up yourself or six hours have passed(which he will write you up for). Wesker even leaves to go bring you a spot of coffee for when you do arise from your deserved slumber.

"Here you are, you've been asleep for long enough, wouldn't you agree dear?", you aren't sure what startles you more, him actually caring for you and being nice or the fact that you really have been asleep at your desk.

However you may react, he finds it to be adorable, and even holds a smile for a moment until he urges you to go and freshen up. They didn't hire you to dilly dally, they hired you to work. When you return, he pats the side of his table where there's free space, calling for you to join him.

You've proven yourself... for now.

"Don't let me down, rookie", he says with tease in his tone, but all the more stern. Some time after this, he lectures you about taking his work while he's away.

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