#but i jus wonder . . . hmm

[hwaitham]

snif i wonder which of da genshin men would like fawn girls (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀི)

#'s alwys bunnie girl dis bunnie girl dat . . n don't get mi wrong i wub my bunnie muts (੭ ˊ ˋ)੭ ! #but i jus wonder . . . hmm #i feel like dere is a thinly veiled line between bunnies ﾉ fawns ﾉ lambs #while all three are calm + sensitive + reserved #i feel dat buns are obedient but cn also be stubborn #n' fawns are moar on da curious side but also rather skittish #whereas lambs are elegant n poised but vry servile ? subservient ?? yea #i need to make a three way venn diagram for dis i don't think 'm explaining it all dat well >< #anw i believe 'm personally moar fawn-leaning . . i jump between fawn n puppie i think ehe #point is ! ! i wnna write something for fawn reader or lamb reader :3 since dey r so cute n deserve more luv ♡

[forsworned]

⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋbumblin fool ft. poly!tf141ˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ i'm just writing whatever comes to mind at this point, bc i think it's fun to write about how tf 141 would react to a female being on their squad, even if its a bit delusional lol more so on my part but oooohhh welll

꒰warning(s)suggested polyship, fluff꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋrequests are openˎˊ˗

"How many fingers am I holdin' up?"

Simon's gaze was locked onto her and her lips split into a grin, so clearly dazed and wanting to giggle at his awful attempt at trying to test if she had been concussed from the fall she had just taken moments ago. Fortunately, Simon was able to scoop her up after her head smashed against the pavement, lucky to not have split her skull open but not lucky enough to not have a small knot on her right temple.

"You serious?" She giggled, swaying a bit to the side but he held her still. He couldn't help the annoyed huff that slipped from his lips, but there was a glimmer of amusement behind his eyes. His eye black that had been smeared against his eyes hours ago was now faded from the rain that had drenched them. Even in her allegedly concussed state she read Simon like a book. Always wanting to know all his ticks so she could push the right buttons, usually working in her favor more than her detriment. However, she really couldn't speak for her other teammates.

"Yes, 'm bloody serious. Now answer the question." It was almost playful the way he responded to her. Not wanting to give too much away, but also not wanting to be too rough around the edges for her. God knows he didn't want another go around of the same tears and pouty lips until he had to muster up the pluck to apologize.

Kyle, Johnny and Price couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding in front of them. Luckily the incident had happened on their way back from the bar and not in the middle of a mission. Her usual state of bumbling around, and tripping over thin air was a rather large contrast to how tactful and agile she was on the field. She tapped her chin for a moment with that giddy smile. "Hmm, four?"

Simon glanced between her cute and incompetent expression and his two fingers and then back to her. Kyle was the first to burst out into laughter.

"Bloody hell." Simon groaned as the others chuckled.

"Got ye a concussion, don't y'lassie?" Johnny brushed the hair out of her eyes and she smiled sweetly up at him.

"Bumblin' fool." Simon shook his head.

"Jus a clumsy duck off th'field, aren't ya?" Price grinned, as he softly pinched her cheek. She licked her lips as she wriggled into his touch, feeling the rough pads of his fingers tickle her soft skin. A girly mirth errupting from her and she cowered away playfully from him. A wry grin on Simon's face as he observed the interaction and held her steady once more.

"Well, she's definitely concussed." Kyle laughed again, playing with a strand of her hair. She hummed in content.

"Y'think that's somethin' to be happy about?" Simon's vexation bubbling to the surface at her lack of concern and at his teammate's lack of intiative. All of them at her side, cooing at her in her wobbly and whimisical state and more than ready to take care of her. He pinched the bridge of nose. No wonder she was so giddy.

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[uzurakis]

heyy !! i was looking at your profile which is amazing btw and saw someone desperate like me for some kaiser content. maybe smth involving reader wearing his jersey and well… yk.. :33

“aah, someone’s been a thief,” kaiser teases, eyeing the jersey that fits snugly on you. the way the fabric drapes over your shoulders, slightly too big yet perfectly fitting; it’s like you’re carrying a piece of him with you, and it fills him with a sense of pride. “i was wondering where that went.”

during a break from practice, your boyfriend spots you and jogs over, his eyes widening as he notices the familiar jersey. a nasty smile forms on his lips as he approaches, clearly intrigued.

playing pretend, you feign innocence, glancing down at the jersey. “oh, this? i thought it was mine. it fits me perfectly, don’t you think?”

it does, it looks perfect on you. oh how much kaiser wants to say that. but no, there’s still one thing he needs to hold high; a man’s ego.

so, kaiser narrows his eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “nice try, but we both know that’s my jersey. or maybe you happen to be one of my fangirls that shop their favorite—“

“oh, shut up,” that cocky attitude of his is not getting anywhere under your watch. then you shrug, giving him a cheeky grin. “well, finders keepers. maybe you should have kept a better eye on your stuff.”

“ouch, you’re saying i’m messy person? that hurts, mein liebling,” he chuckles, one mirthless laugh falling in your ears. “why don’t you wear it tomorrow for the match?” kaiser suggests playfully. “that way, everyone knows you’re mine.”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider it. “hmm, i don’t know. there will be a lot of fans wearing jerseys with your name on them. even you could mistake me as one of your crazy fangirls. yuck.”

kaiser’s smirk fades, replaced by a mock pout. “but none of them are you,” he says, tone slightly possessive. “it’s different when you wear it. like, it’s special.”

still playing along, you raise an eyebrow. “oh, so now it’s special because i’m wearing it? maybe it’s just a really good jersey.”

he laughs at your remarks, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “mein liebling, seriously, seeing you in my jersey makes me feel… proud..?”

“because when you wear it, it’s a statement. it says you belong to me. and i like that.”

“i like what’s mine.”

you feel your cheeks heat up at his words. “well, maybe i’ll consider it,” you reply, trying to keep your cool. “maybe though.”

his grins broadens, clearly pleased with your response. “good girl. now, how about a kiss for luck?”

you laugh, “only because michael asked so nicely.” leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips, you continue, “anything else you want, your highness?”

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “you better be in the front row tomorrow. front and center,” he murmurs against your lips. “i play better when i know you’re watching.”

you smile, but what if you still want to mess with him? “huuh, but i also haven’t said i’ll watch your—“

“don’t fucking care, you will watch me,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, shutting you up. “now, go cheer me on. i’ve got a game to win.”

n. i’m taking this way babes. we can also talk abt it if u wanna take it that way *winks aggressively* jus hmu as always <3 mwah ty for trusting me wit every kaiser piece here ahhsakksjs. also! tagging another kaiser lover @6gumi mwaaah xo

@uzurakis

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[chiliyue-archived]

Sitting on his lap

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Nikolai, Jōno

Requested ! [Bsd M.List]

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—DAZAI

" Belladonna, come sit on my lap~" Dazai had crooned to you, his cheeks tugging into a familiar expression of amusement. Before you could even protest, cotton hands and nimble fingers hooked around your waist, beckoning you close to his chest with just a couple of mere couple tugs.

" Osamu - you have work to do." You attempted, though you hardly resisted when you felt his chest press against your back, the tip of his nose nestling in your hair. And counterproductive to your words, habitually, you sunk into his embrace.

It didn't help that Dazai made quick work at finding purchase at your hips, running his index fingers over the clothed spot in a manner he knew would make you indulge to his needy touches. He chuckled as you exhaled deeply, surrendering to his actions.

" Hmm, don't underestimate me, love. Surely I can do both." He hummed nonchalantly, his grip unwavering as he opted to pepper kisses along your shoulder. You could feel him smirk as you failed to suppress a shudder, muscles stiffening beneath his saccharine affections.

" Besides, having a pretty you to keep me company? Why I call that motivation." He quickly interjected as you glanced over your shoulder, sending him a skeptical look comprised of pinched brows and pursed lips. Distractions would be a better term, you reckoned.

Dazai showed little signs of letting you go, arm encircled around your waist and all but enveloping you against him. His legs also hooked around your own, occasionally swaying your locked limbs back and forth.

Had it been up to him, you could foresee yourself always being within his clutches, smothered in sweet kisses that nudges did little to cease. In that reverie, it wasn't entirely unappealing - until you acknowledged his camaraderie.

" Good thing Kunikida isn't here. Otherwise, you'd really be in big trouble." You muttered, casting an uneasy glance toward the door. Even as the words hung in the air, you contradicted yourself, fully immersing against him and allowing the warmth of his chest to reverberate along your spine.

If anything, his grip tightened in response to your light quip, leaving you entrapped as he pressed a peck to the crown of your head. His voice took a complacent tone.

" Even if he did, 'Bella, don't think I'm ever gonna let you go."

-

—CHŪYA

" Hey Chū, can I sit on your lap?"

The question had caught your lover off gaurd, his grip on his pen stiffening to an unceremonious halt. Given his expression; a light rose expanding from his cheeks to the tip of his nose accompanied with the flutter of his eyelashes, you had almost assumed he was going to say no.

Very quickly, however, your concerns were met with swift reassurance as Chūya meekly nodded his head. It was followed by a terse answer of " Go ahead." Wordlessly, he accommodated himself on the elaborate cushioned chair, motioning you to join him with a shy flick of his hand.

His grip was tenuous at first, resting at your hip as his other continued to sway his pen. He let out a prolonged breath as you sunk into his embrace, arms draping over his shoulders and pressing your chest against his own. He wondered if you could hear his heartbeat spike as you squished your cheek against him.

" Comfortable?" He asked, his voice a little daunt with the proximity of the situation. He continued to shift a bit more until you replied with a satisfied hum.

With little results, he attempted to quell his thumping heartbeat, no doubt echoing through your ears as you nuzzled into him for the nth time. Yet against his own rationality, it hadn't even occurred to him that his own body arched forward, seeking to eliminate all spaces between you.

Flustered but undeterred, a soft sigh left him as his pen continued to work on the documents littering his desk - though his fingers moved rather aimlessly as his eyes kept glancing to your figure. You could feel his breath prickle your temples, lips just shy of the skin as he pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, he paused, favoring to instead tug the glove off from one of his hands before slipping that very limb beneath the hem of your shirt. Though shaky as first, tender motions traced out your spine, the pads of his finger slightly cold to your sensitive skin yet in a manner that was oddly soothing. He chuckled softly as you squirmed at his ministrations, his movement persisting at a tantalizingly slow tempo.

For the rest of the evening, Chūya made due with working with one hand whilst the other continued to rub at your back comfortingly. And of course - he took every opportunity he could to steal a glance, feeling a sense of pride - and a touch of hidden possessiveness- that you felt safe in his arms and that this was something he alone would share with you.

-

—NIKOLAI

You hardly managed to get a word out when you found yourself caged within the heat of Nikolai's arms, the limbs deftly circled firmly around your waist.

" Kolya-?!" You sputtered, the name muddled as one of his hands rested on the back of your neck, effectively pulling your cheek against his chest. In a couple of movements you found yourself situated on his lap, gloved fingers lazily rubbing at your sides.

" Don't fret too much, doll." He lightly chastised, an all too familiar grin coming to his lips. " Indulge me for a couple minutes, no? I believe you'll find yourself to enjoy this." He mused against your temples, voice reverberating along your skull.

You really could do nothing more than to slump your forehead against his chest as his fingers aimlessly ran along from the point of your shoulder down to your elbow. He watched with an increasingly growing gleam as you slowly succumbed to his pokes and brushes.

As you reclined your head against his shoulder, you could faintly make out a hum resonating from his throat, adams apple bobbing as he spoke; " See Dove, I kept my promise." A satisfied look etched on his features, taking note of your pliant state, muscles loose and relaxed.

The sound you made in response was muffled, cheek and hand settled over his sternum.

Your ears caught the sound of a light-hearted chuckle, gloved hands trailing to cup with your cheeks and puckering up your lips involuntarily. His gaze remained locked on yours, the intensity making you shift around with little avail - not with your body pressed against his own, both of your legs dangling off the edge.

With his hand remaning on your cheeks, he veered you in a for a kiss, gentle lips pressing on your own. He lingered there for a moment before withdrawing with a pronounced "Mwah!~" He watched with a broad grin as you sputtered over your words, lips still fully puckered with nothing but a playful glare that you can send him.

Nikolai let out an exasperated sigh, bringing you close to the clutches of his embrace once more and settling his chin to rest on the crown of your head. His mind drifts as he stirs other wondrous ideas for later use, gaze flickering down to your figure.

He observed with little words as you ultimately snuggled against his chest, arms slipping around his shoulder and eyes shutting close in serene verity.

He remained like that, having you sit on his lap as his fingers played with your strands of hair, coiling it with his pinky and watching it unwind.

Even as seconds and minutes melded together into a sloppy time frame, he relished having you in his presence for as long as that persisted.

-

—JŌNO

He can hear the pitter patter of your shoes as you approached him, the sound amplified in his sensitive ears. His head was already perking toward your direction before you could even have the opportunity to mumble a word. His brow quriked, curious to what you may want.

" Can I sit on your lap?" The question left your mouth, a sheepish undetone hidden. Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

Much to your disappointment, you were met with prolonged silence as Jōno took in your inquiry. You were fully prepared to be met with a hard cold denial until...

"... I suppose." The hunting dog replied, fixating on your habits; the light fidgeting on your fingers against his sleeve, the subtle thump of your heart or how you exhaled in relief when he didn't deny your request. How cute, he thought inwardly.

He pushed the chair back, wincing as the legs of the furniture grated on the floor. Though that keening ache hasitly vanished away as he felt your back press to his chest.

The raidence of your warmth was evident, proliferating from his sternum and to the tip of his fingers that set his nerves ablaze - yet not in a way he would click his tongue at in mild annoyance - instead he allowed for that warmth to accumulate, pricking the pads of his fingers.

His grip was tighter than usual, hands busied at kneadning your skin, letting out a nonchalant sound as his muscles loosened slightly by the passing second. It was almost a complete change in his demeanor, the ambiance coaxing a gentle smile to your lips as you reclined into his bulky form. He hadn't failed to notice how you slightly snuggled into him, a soft hum escaping you as you did.

" You are incredibly clingy sometimes." He added; however, his indicated nothing serious about his statement, even if it held merit to some extent. Yet contrary to his sentence, Jōno pulled you closer to him with small tug, thumb swiping over the pulse point on your wrist - a habit he had acquired in response to fuming emotions that only stirred whilst in your presence

" Right, I'm the touch starved one." Your playful retort was earned with a gentle pinch to your forearm. Before you could pout too much, however, you felt his lips brush against your forehead; the curve of a satisfied grin present, fully resigning to your snuggles and sugared endearments.

" I suppose we're both guilty of that allegation."

-

A/n; sorry for my absence, I didn't like the drafts I had for this originally and kept editing it. Still don't really like it but oh well 💀

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #nikolai x reader #jouno x reader #dazai osamu x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd fluff #bsd scenarios #bsd imagines #dazai fluff #chuuya fluff #nikolai fluff #jouno fluff

[finelinefae]

Bestie I literally just read flower and I’m OBSESSED and I can imagine y/n trying to turn tattooh into a swiftie whilst he tries to explain the rap beef to y/n 😭

no bc this was such a good and unique idea i had to write a little something for it !!

wordcount: 1.3k

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“Okay, so what was it again?” Y/N asked, a dip between her brows as she fastened the bow on a bouquet of flowers she was completing for a baby shower they had been invited to next weekend. 

“So Kendrick-”

“The guy who featured on Bad Blood?” Y/N double-checked. 

Harry chuckles, “I mean he’s also a Pulitzer Prize winner but that too.” She nods, waiting for him to continue, “So he featured on a song with a bunch of other artists basically taking aim at J Cole and Drake-”

“Oh I know him, he posted a picture of him and Taylor on his Instagram that one time two years ago,” Y/N says. 

Harry nods, desperate to finish explaining to her the current online events he had been obsessively keeping track of over the past twenty-four hours, “Right, right. So anyway,” Harry continued to explain the ongoing tension in the world of rap circling the internet with Y/N nodding a long, nothing but confusion on her face. 

Amongst many things, Y/N and Harry’s music tastes were polar opposites. Whilst Y/N loved pop - Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan, Olivia Rodrigo - Harry tended to lean more towards alternate music, genres like rap and grunge or anything before the 2000’s. He loved rock bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam. On their first New Year’s Eve together, they’d spent the entire night at a karaoke bar in the city, four Shania Twain sons deep by the time the clock hit midnight. 

Although they were at opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to their music tastes, they loved talking to each other about what they were listening to. They would share their weekly Spotify stats over dinner at the end of each week and make playlists for each other to listen to whenever they were taking the train somewhere. 

As Harry finished explaining, Y/N picked up the bouquet and carried it over to where he was sitting, placing it on the table in front of him. 

Even as he was speaking, Harry automatically reached out to slide an arm around her waist beneath her fuzzy, pink cardigan rubbing circles with his thumb over the exposed bit of skin on her hip. 

“That sounds… really complicated, H.” Y/N sighed, “I’d hate to get into an argument like that.”

Harry smiled at how adorable she looked with pouty lips and concern on her face, “Lucky for you flower, y’ much too difficult to get into any kind of argument with.” 

Harry and Y/N rarely had major arguments. Typically, their disagreements were over minor or unimportant matters, often ending with Harry showering her with kisses as an apology or Y/N clinging to him until he forgave her.

“And he wants Drake to die?” Y/N gasps, “That’s awful.”

Harry nods, watching her hands carefully move around the flowers in the bouquet to get them in the perfect place. “Hmm, ‘s not the nicest thing to say to a person,”

Y/N sighed, sitting on his thigh when her legs got too tired from standing. His lips puckered against the base of her exposed neck from where she had tied her curls up with a scrunchie. He inhaled the floral perfume he had bought her for Valentine’s Day. She was obsessed with it, dousing herself in it every morning and before she went to bed.

“Have you listened to Taylor’s new album by the way?” Y/N wondered, turning to hook her leg over his other thigh so she was straddling him. She was pressed between him and the worktop, her arms moving around his neck and fingers fiddling with the curly baby hairs by his neck. 

Harry winced, “Ummm…”

“Harry,” Y/N huffed, “You said you would listen to it so I could talk you through it track by track.” 

“I know! I’m getting to it, y’know I’ve jus’ been busy this week.” Harry stated, which was true. It had been the school holidays and a lot more customers had visited both their shops than usual. 

“The album came out weeks ago,” Y/N said, pushing herself off of him to start putting everything away for tomorrow. 

Before she could take one step, Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him, “I will, baby - promise, I’ll get to it and then y’ can talk for as long as y’ want all about it. Y’ can even put your pj’s on and show me y’ little dance y’ used to do when I heard y’ havin’ y’ little solo parties before we met,” He smirked against her neck. 

Y/N blushed, clearing her throat and moving away. Her eyes narrowed, “You better.” She walked back to the front desk, “And they weren’t solo parties! Marsh was there too,” She said, referring to her little cat. 

. . .

During her lunch break, Y/N reached for her bag to eat the pasta salad Harry had prepared for her that morning before they left for work. When she unzipped the bag, she found his Star Wars lunchbox inside instead of her own.

She slid off her seat and walked straight to his tattoo shop next door, knowing he had probably mixed up their lunches and ended up with her Cinnamoroll one.

She pushed the door open, expecting to hear the strums of an electric guitar or the low grovel of an indie rock band playing over the Bluetooth speakers. But instead, she was shocked to hear the voice of her favourite singer. 

Her heart soared even before she saw him as she walked past the front desk. "Hey Mike, what's with the music?" She asked as if she didn’t know already.

“Harry insisted he put it on this morning. You have to go in there and tell him it’s killing the vibe.” Mike grumbled, taking a puff of the vape in his hand. 

Y/N smiled, “I quite like it.”

“Of course you do,” He rolled his eyes. 

Y/N walked through to the back rooms where she heard the steady sounds of a tattoo gun. Her eyes found Harry, deeply focused on the design he was tattooing on someone’s wrist. 

Y/N stood to one side and waited patiently, “Okay that’s all done,” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing his chair away and wrapping up the tattoo for the customer. 

After the customer had left, she stepped into the room, “Hi Harry,” She beamed, floating over to him. He looked so cute and cuddly today, wearing a grey sweatshirt and black trousers with his usual Doc Martens and a navy-coloured beanie to cover his curls. 

A smile carved onto Harry’s face, “Hi flower,” He removed his gloves and met her halfway, pulling her into a hug and kissing her softly. 

“Missed you,” She murmured against his lips. 

“Miss you always, flower.” He brushed a loose curl behind her ear, “Thought I wasn’t meeting y’ ‘til later?”

“Oh,” She pulled out the lunchbox and handed it to him, “I think we got our lunches mixed up,” 

Harry furrowed his brows, grabbing the plastic bag with his lunch inside only to find her pink lunchbox instead. He chuckles, “Ah, must have been the early morning getting to me.”

“S okay,” Y/N grins, “I like your music choice by the way.”

Harry smirked, “Promised a girl something,”

“Oh really?” Y/N’s grin deepened, “Well I’m sure she’ll be very happy you kept your promise.”

“I’ve been thinking about her all morning, getting to hear her talk non-stop later about her favourite songs.” He says, her arms sliding up his torso to meet at the back of his back. 

She stood on her toes, his head dropping and their noses brushing together, “All morning?” 

“All the time,” He breathes, “Can’t seem to stop thinking about her since I met her.”

“Hmm, well she’s a very lucky girl.” Y/N murmurs.

His lips met hers, the low light above shining down on them as the Tortured Poets Department came to an end and ‘Lover’ played on shuffle over the speakers of his tattoo parlour. 

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[thecapricunt1616]

Strawberry - (c.b. one-shot)

♡ One-shot Inspo: Strawberries Attract success, good fortune, and favorable circumstances. Served as a love food. Leaves are carried for luck. ♡ Summary: Carmy fucks you nearly to heaven from the back, enjoy! Inspired by the filthy wonderful beautiful perfect inspiring big juicy brained @carmenberzattosgf <3 love u mami ♡ W/C: 1,616 ;) ♡ Posted Date: 06/05/2024 ♡ A/N:  HELLO!!! To the folks that have asks rotting away in my inbox I stg they're getting written- but that task is made near impossible when my little filthy olive martini @carmenberzattosgf posts something SO good that it takes up my entire brain and I have to write something inspired by it. Please by god go read this my pussy was screaming by the end like - I think she woke up the neighbors. Anywhore, enjoy this filthy-mouthed Carmen, no D words to be found here folks so for those of you who hate it you're in luck! And to those that will miss it...you'll see Carmy is still daddy af. ENJOY my friends xoxo ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut smut , fem!reader, Black!Reader friendly (pics are pure vibes), unprotected sex, swearing, fluffy aftercare, domestic bliss

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

Deep. 

So, so fucking deep. You could hardly even think. 

Short squeak-like moans were leaving your lips with each snap of Carmys hips. The headboard was only lightly tapping the wall thanks to the stoppers he’d with quickness got on Amazon and by the grace of god and 24 hour delivery they had came a day after the first time his neighbor came by and slammed on the door, telling you both to ‘shut the fuck up or get a hotel’ 

You could barely register the light tap on the wall and the squeak of the mattress because Carmy would not. shut. up. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Pussy has me in a vice baby you like this, mm? Feels so good f’you, huh? Yeah I can fuckin tell- god y’sound so pretty”  he rambled on. When he fucked you from behind, he usually got really chatty. You weren’t sure if it was because he got bored since he couldn’t watch you with his big blue owl-like eyes, or if his confidence was just boosted because you weren’t watching him while he spoke so less anxiety - but you loved it.

“Yes- yes- Carmy- shit - oh fuck” you whimper as he hauled you up by your upper arms, wrapping his strong bicep around your neck, messily kissing your sweat-sticky neck and groaning into your skin as your core squeezed around him hard causing a wet schlick-schlick-schlick to fill the room

“Yeah? Yeah baby? Say it again tell me how much you fuckin love it hmm? That you love when I fill this pussy up. You love it when I make sure you can feel me t’morrow huh?” He squeezed your neck with his muscular arm and dear god were you glad he couldn’t see your face because you lost all control, practically shaking as he held you up, his cock so deep inside that his tip was giving your cervix a gentle little kiss with each thrust. 

“I’m fucking cumming” you manage out, holding his arm and squeezing tight, head falling back and body going slack against him. He used his other hand to press right above your mound, the added pleasure causing tears to seep from your eyes down your neck. 

“Look at you pretty girl takin me so well- so fuckin well. Jus’ a little longer huh? Wan’me to fill you up still baby?” He said hotly in your ear, taking your diamond earring he had bought you from Tiffany’s last week that was adorning your lobe and sucking on it gently, nose gently nudging the side of your face. 

“So- so good so good” you echo him, not even thinking with your head anymore. When you opened your eyes your vision was hazy with tears, in your peripheral you could see the edges of blonde curls. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled a bit, going harder as he chased his own high “so fuckin good f’me. That’s why I take care’you so good mm princess?” He loosened up is grip on your throat lightly and held your shoulder, sweetly kissing your cheek. Your mouth dropped in pleasure, practically drooling at how good he was making you feel. 

“Y-yes. Yes. God Carmy- god I fuckin love you” you mewled. You weren’t sure what came over you exactly, but you turned your face, giving his bicep a chaste kiss before biting down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. He hissed In pain, before taking his hand from your stomach and cupping your cheek, fucking up into you with a near punishing pace. 

“Jesus - fuck - how the fuck m’I supposed to explain that at work tomorrow? Mm? I tell em my girl can’t keep her mouth shut er’ to ‘erself?” He teased, smacking down on your ass with his palm, hard enough for there to be a pretty red mark in the shape of his hand - and hard enough for you to yelp, releasing the bit of muscle you’d held hostage. 

He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

You whimper, back arching more for him and your next orgasm riding the tails of the last. “Close” you said, voice raw and horse and utterly fucked out. 

“Me too, Angel- shit- gonna fuckin fill you up, stuff this pretty pussy with my cum huh?” He essentially laid over you, thrusts that were more like firm rolling of his hips at this point getting sloppier and the feeling of his weight firmly pushing you into the bed was making you dizzy in the best way. You felt his chain brush your back, the feeling was like ice on your damp sweat slicked skin. 

His breathing had become more of a quick, hot pants. His back was starting to hurt, his shoulder killed from bearing both your weights for so long - but he was fully blissed out. He was also frankly quite impressed with himself, in this position he usually couldn’t last even 10 minutes, but you two were teetering on half an hour now. 

This was thanks to his new little trick he had taught himself, whenever he got too close he thought about his boss from NOMA screaming in his face about never amounting to anything, and it backed him right off that ledge. Worked like a charm really. 

“Please - please fill me up bear” you whined out, and with a grunt he buried himself to the hilt, your hips flush with his as he stilled and shot rope after rope of milky white cum inside of you painting your walls with him. He sighed in relief, pulling out and patting your ass gently before plopping down next to you on his back to catch his breath. 

“Fuck y’so amazing baby. I wasn’t too hard, was i? Y’good?” He rubbed your back gently. You were too exhausted for much else, so you just throw him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle. “Alright so water f’you. And Cream f’this poor poor little ass of yours” he rubbed the tender skin carefully and got up, heading to the bathroom first. 

You stretched out, feeling the proof of his love leaking down your thighs as you laid there for a moment before getting up when you heard the toilet flush. You padded to the bathroom and nudge the door open to see him washing his hands. Your eyes found the deep red bruise on his arm, it would probably be purple by the end of tomorrow. 

“I sorry” you said sweetly and gently kiss over the mark. “You’re just so yummy I wanted a bite” you said and he flicked the remaining water off his hands before shutting off the faucet and grabbing the hand towel 

“Mmm thought you didn’t like Italian” he teased, heading out to the kitchen to fill your Stanley cup with fresh ice water. 

“You’re right I don’t like it I love it. Especially when it’s a sexy Italian with a thick cock” you chide as you made a neat little square of toilet paper to wipe with and you heard him laugh to himself 

“She’s back! That’s my mouthy princess, was afraid I lost you back there babe you got all quiet on me” he teased causing you to giggle to yourself as you flush and stood to wash your hands - legs still feeling a bit like jelly beneath you. 

“It’s hard to talk when you’re rearranging my insides” you head back to bed and lay on your belly, crossing your ankles. He came back, bearing gifts of course. He comes over to the bed and drops off the cooling lotion that he kept in the fridge for you and gently nudged you with the cup. You looked over, sitting up slightly and taking a sip. 

“Ooo-“ you said when you realized he was holding a plate 

“Mmhmm. Always you and y’sweet snacks after we fuck, open” he said. You opened your mouth obediently and he placed half of a chocolate strawberry on your tongue after taking a bite out of it, making the perfect mouthful for you. You hummed, resting your cheek on your forearm as you chew and your eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you pretty” he smooched your forehead, setting the plate on your shared nightstand and started to massage the cold lotion into your skin. “You did really good f’me t’night.” He added and kissed your shoulder blade as he continued to squeeze and kneed tender flesh. 

“So good I can get a present?” You asked sweetly and he chuckled, rubbing over your hips as well that were sore from being spread wide for so long and you groaned a bit, arching into his touch 

“I think I’m spoiling you rotten lately, you got a new phone yesterday and you’re already ready f’another good girl gift, huh?” He went over to your dresser since he was all done rubbing you down and grabbed a pair of your comfiest panties and came back over, carefully slipping them up to your thighs before you lift your hips for him and he pulled them up the rest of the way, placing a gentle kiss on your mound “it’s you  who deserves the present” he said, before going to grab his own boxers so he wasn’t helicoptering it in front of your plate of strawberries. 

You giggled, rolling your eyes.  “I love you, dork.”

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[ghostboneswrites2]

Hi!! I want to start of by saying that I love your writing!

So while watching twd I noticed that Daryl has more tattoos in the later seasons and can only guess that they’re stick-and-poke and that he did them himself. Do you think you could write a fic where the reader(f) is in a relationship with Daryl and asks him to give her a tattoo (which she has none of btw)? I was thinking like a little arrow or something because she “wants to have something of him even when they’re apart”? And make it super fluffy and stuff?

Marked

18+ MDNI || Warnings: Needles, profanity, mostly just fluffy nice cool Daryl

Note: I am not encouraging you to give anyone or receive an at home tattoo via sewing needle or tattoo gun, but I have received my fair share of both and the descriptions in this story are just based off my vague memory of how it was done for me! It is definitely not a tattoo guide.

edited to add: tysm for the compliment ilysm <3

        "Did you always have that tattoo?" You wondered, tracing over the dark marking on his arm. The two of you were on one of your regular afternoon strolls through the woods when you decided to lay against a log and chat. The sunbeams filtered through the canopy above and littered little golden rays over his arms, highlighting the light hairs and texture of his skin. These moments were your favorite. Peaceful bliss in the natural world.

        Daryl shook his head.

        "Nah. Did it awhile back." He said.

        "How?"

        "Never had a stick-n-poke?" He asked.

        "Never had a tattoo, period. Let alone a prickle-poke." You shrugged.

        "It's stick-n-poke." He snickered silently. You glared.

        "Whatever. Can you give me one?" You asked.

        "A tattoo?" 

        "Yeah. The stick-n-prickle kind." You joked.

        "Alright." He nodded. "Gotta get some supplies together for it."

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        You watched as he carefully burned the little sewing needle and wrapped it in thread. 

        "Why thread?" You asked.

        "Kinda helps hold the ink but mostly jus' for grip." He explained.

        He set up a tiny container on the side table of your bed with black liquid.

        "Is that ink?" You asked.

        "Mm-hmm." He nodded.

        "You made it?"

        "Uh-huh."

        "How?"

        "Soot. Alcohol. Water." He shrugged. "Ain't hard."

        "Cool." You whispered, fascinated by his expertise. 

        "Wha'd'ya want?"

        "I was thinking about an arrow." You said. "A small one. Real simple." He raised an eyebrow. "For you, dummy."

        "I got that but.. Why?" He tilted his head a little.

        "'Cause. I wanna have something for you... Always. Even when we're apart." You said with a soft smile. He hid his face bashfully, not wanting to expose the little blush that was creeping over his features. Instead, he pretended to adjust the thread around the needle.

        "Where ya want it?" He asked when his flushed cheeks returned to their normal sunkissed glow.

        "Right here." You pointed to your ring finger, right where a ring would go.

        "Ya sure?"

        "Mm-hmm." You nodded surely. He wiped some alcohol over that spot to disinfect it.

        "Alright." He said. He delicately grabbed your finger and held it in place. "Y'ready?"

        "I've had worse than a little pin prick." You giggled. "I'm ready."

        Without another word, he got to work carefully poking the needle through your skin, freehanding a perfect line. You watched in awe, studying his look of concentration, the way he tilted his head to see though his hair, holding your finger up close to his face to make sure every detail was perfect. It only took about twenty minutes. You looked it over when he finished, holding your hand up the way someone does when they're admiring their engagement ring.

        "Wow." You grinned. "How did you make such a perfect line?"

        "Ain't perfect." He shrugged.

        "It is! I love it." You insisted. A half smile curled at the corner of his lips.

        "'M glad, 'cause it don't wash off." He joked. You rolled your eyes.

        "This is no laughing matter, Daryl. You just proposed to me, ya know." You said in mock seriousness.

        "What?" His eyes widened. Even under the tan skin, his face still drained of color. 

        "Yeah," you pressed on. "This is my ring finger. Like, the ring finger. And you permanently marked it with something symbolic to yourself." You gloated.

        He blinked. He couldn't tell if you were joking or not.

        "Anyways, I'm gonna go talk to Carol about planning the wedding. I bet Rosita and Tara would be beautiful bridesmaids." You rambled. "Oh, and instead of cake, everyone gets a glass of moonshine!"

        "I don' think.."

        "I'm kidding, genius." You rolled your eyes. He relaxed a little. "Thanks though. I love it."

        He cleared his throat and stood up, cleaning his workspace so not to clutter your bedroom.

        "Oh, by the way.. This is the ring finger." You smirked. He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head.

        "Don't go showin' the whole damn world and tellin' 'em we're married." He grumbled.        

        "Would that be so bad?" You pouted. He smirked and planted a kiss on your forehead.

        "Nah. But I ain't proposin' with no damn stick-n-poke. Gon' find ya somethin' better than that."

        Your face lit up, practically brightening the entire room.

        "You're gonna propose?!" You bounced with joy.

        "Wha-- I didn't--"

        "Oh, my god! I have to tell Carol!!" You squealed as you darted out of the room. He stood there expressionless, processing what he had just done.

        "Shit." He mumbled. It wasn't that he wouldn't propose one of these days. He'd love to call you his forever. Otherwise, he never would have marked you with something that represented him in the first place. It was just.. That it would draw so much attention to him. He sighed. He guessed he walked right into that one.

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        "When did you do this?" You asked him, holding up his ring finger that was now decorated with a little cloud shape.

        "Yesterday." He shrugged.

        "Is that a cloud?" You eyed it closer.

        "Mm-hmm." 

        "For what?"

        "Dunno. Ya always stare up at the clouds when we take long drives." He explained. "Now we're both marked."

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[flokali]

Consort!Venti been so needy for his god lately, but god reader believes he don’t deserve her cunt and makes him get off on her thigh and beg for her pussy.

Warnings; FEM and AFAB reader, Dom reader/sub character, words used; cunt, pussy. Use of the word master, Venti begs for sex, reader kind of handles him roughly.

This is short but know I have been thinking about this for ages since you sent it

“N-no! Please,” Venti cries, his pretty green eyes filled with tears, “I wanna fuck you, please!”

His cock is obviously hard, the outline clear to see in his tight shorts, a sight lewd and degrading for an archon such as himself – it makes your cunt ache in arousal.

“Only good boys get to fuck,” you scold him gently, purposefully dragging out your words to further aggravate him, “and you’ve been very, how do I put this… bad, recently.”

“I’ll be better, so please just let me put the tip in! Jus’ the tip,” Barbatos whines, pressing his bulge against your leg, “Just wanna feel your tight pussy, I need your cunt! Need so bad, so bad… hngh, needa’ come on you!”

You laugh at the display, “Hmm, if you wanna cum so bad – ride my thigh and beg, pretty boy.”

“Yes! Yes, I will, thank you! Thank you, thank you.”

In shaky, unstable legs Venti gets up and pulls his pants and undergarments off in one go, letting his reddened cock free as he basically rushes to straddle your thigh.

Toned legs circle your thighs as he steadies himself, two hands gripping your shoulders as he quickly begins rubbing himself against your pristine skin.

“Ah, ahh… thank you, s’much.” He moans, his cock sandwiched between skin, the feeling of relief quickly washing over him alongside intense feelings of pleasure.

“So cute,” you teasingly squeeze his ass causing his thrusts to stutter as he lets out a shameless moan, “and so lewd~”

“M-Master…” He sighs, overwhelmed with the feeling of you against his skin, “S’too good…”

You decide to start moving your legs, adding to the feeling for Venti, who is caught off guard but quickly plays it off by sitting up right and fisting his leaking cock. His whole body shakes from your teasing, but he’s still able to use both of his hands to play with himself.

You stay like that for a while, bouncing him on your leg as he twists and tugs on his aching dick. His moans are bouncing lewdly all around the room and you can’t help but wonder if anyone is hearing; a part of you hopes so.

“Are you gonna’ come?” You ask, eyeing the way his cock grows more aroused by the minute, at this point you’re able to recognize the telltale signs of his upcoming orgasms: the way his toes stiffen and curl, his ears going red, his cock twitching like crazy; he’s on the verge of cumming all over your expensive clothes and you love it.

“Y-yesh! ‘m gonna cum all over y-ya-ah, m-master… wanna cum all over-rgh ya!”

You decide to help him, cupping his chest with your hands and teasing his erect nipples, you ca hear the way he sharply inhales air, stifling a moan.

“Hurry up and cum,” you pout, “be a good boy for me, Barbatos.”

“I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum, haah – haah!” His helplessly thrusts his hips in the air, giving his cock a final tug before finally spurting hot, thick cum all over your thighs and torso.

“Was my pretty boy pent up? Is’ okay, just let it all out…” You help milk his cock, wrapping your hands on top of his and making sure to squeeze him dry.

“Th-thank you,” he heaves, he makes a movement to try and move his legs but you quickly stop him ready to continue with your cruel teasing, “huh? I… I was going to bring a towel, master.”

“But we aren’t done yet, silly,” you smile, making way to pull your robes aside to reveal your glistening, wet pussy, “it’s time for you to fuck me now… or would you rather not touch me?”

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[rerefundslocals]

BIG DEAL . JJK

Summary : lately you've been feeling lack of affection from your boyfriend and you decide to let it be. until your silence catches up with you.

>>pairing : idol!jungkook x fem!reader.

>>trope : established relationship.

>>genre : angst, smut, fluff.

>>warnings/tags : softdom!jungkook, sub!reader, sad confrontations, crying, wall sex, one ass slap, unprotected sex, oral for one second (f recieving), teasing, dirty talk, cum tasting, sweet aftercare, they jus inlove.

a/n - yall juh vibe and enjoy this, I tried to write it up to par, but it was rushed and is poorly written, forgive me. No bam appearances. Maybe next time!

~★~

"It's not even that serious."

"Jungkook, it is. Stop arguing and fix it."

This is one of the most normal days in your life, non- stop bickering between you and your boyfriend, on the broken kitchen cabinet holding all the fragiles.

"Jungkook, don't go back and do karaoke, my mugs are suffering!" You exclaim, rubbing your forehead at frustration of your boyfriend walking away.

"Baby, come on. I'll do that tomorrow. I'm not even sane enough to hold a screwdriver." Of course he isn't. He just had some beer and is now singing out of his mind, and it doesn't usually annoy you, not when he's listening to you.

You sigh, your heart feeling heavy at his response and you wouldn't usually feel this way over a cabinet, but it's constant now, jungkook doesn't listen to you these days, doesn't even hug and kiss you like you'd like. Those gestures feel forced nowadays.

"Fine, Jk. Whenever you're ready." You don't miss the way Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion when you leave the room.

He wonders why 'Jk' and not 'kook', 'babe' or 'koo'.

Dropping the LG remote he walks behind you, and upon entering your shared bedroom, he finds you on the floor with your phone screen lit up in your face and it looks like to him, you're going through his and your album filled with all your pictures.

"Stop staring, Jk." He catches himself staring too long and perks up at your voice, reminding himself what he's here for.

"What's wrong, baby?" Its ridiculous isn't it? How he thinks he could waltz up in here and expect an immediate response, he should know by now or is he that insolent?

That's all that plagues in your head.

"Bab-"

"What don't you see? Hmm, Jk. You don't care anymore, never listening to me, not even paying attention to my needs anymore. But you have the audacity to ask what's wrong? I don't even want to talk anymore."

By the time you're done, your lash line is filled with tears threatening to spill and soil your cheeks. Jungkook takes note of it and gets on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring your face into his chest as you sob your heart out, too weak to push him away. Jungkooks tattooed hand pats your head lovingly as he whispers apologies, his own eyes burning at the tears threatening to spill.

"I-im so sorry, baby. You and I both know I'd never want to hurt you. Please forgive me. I love you so much." He doesn't expect a response immediately but he yearns it so bad. He want to hear you tell him you love him too.

Your chests are heaving against one another as you both cry your emotions out. Jungkook crying from the stress at work, the stress over you, stress from his bad habits, as he cries into your hair.

You cry on his chest, your tears making his shirt wet as you cry from frustration, crying from the touch you've yearned for weeks, crying because he loves you. He said it and it felt genuine as it swelled in your heart from weeks of not hearing it.

It's about 20 minutes later when jungkook feels your hands fisting his shirt and he knows what you mean, cause when he looks down, your wandering and red eyes are staring straight into his own red eyes and prominent bags.

You bring your hand up to his hair and you run your hand through his locks. You then force his head down to meet with your forehead.

Leaning up, your lips meet his slightly and ever so quietly you whisper to him, " Don't make me feel alone again. Listen to me sometimes and I'll listen to you. I'm here for you, Koo." And softly your lips meet his chapped ones.

Jungkook allows for you to take the lead, as you kiss him softly and ever so passionately, your hands running through his soft locks.

The kiss turns heated as you probe your tongue on jungkooks lower lip, urging him to allow your tongue and he does. His tongue meets your warm one and you swirl it around, doing it as you would a lollipop.

Your hands instinctively go lower as you pull jungkooks shirt above his head, your lips separating to allow the action. You dive back in for his lips but jungkook holds your cheeks in his hands, as his eyes roam your face underneath the bright mikrokosmas light.

"I love you,____, so much." And before you could respond with the same adoration, your being lifted up and your back meets the cold wall.

"Tell me you love me." Jungkook prodes as he removes your baby tee from the confines of your chest.

Your breathing is picking up as you're only getting wetter at the thought of being fucked against this wall, and jungkooks dominance showing out.

Jungkooks hand is toying with your tits and you throw your head back to moan, totally forgetting what jungkook had asked of you.

"Tell me or I'll stop,___."

"I do, Jungkook. I love you so much! So, Please touch me." Your hand guides his tattooed one to your clothed pussy, and jungkook complies, rubbing your clit on your spandex shorts.

"That's it, baby. That's all I wanted. Gonna fuck you now."

"Please~" you whine, feeling your high coming from just being rubbed through your shorts.

Jungkook chuckles at your desperateness, choosing to tease you even more as he peels off your shorts at a torturous speed, that is so so slow.

"Jungkook! Please!"

"Getting there, baby." And with a swift pull, both your shorts and thong are ridded off your body and you're left bare for jungkook.

Your pussy meets the cold air and a thin coat of sweat is on your collarbone and forehead from your desperation, you tell yourself to wait a little more as you watch Jungkook rids himself of his sweatpants.

But you can't. So you bring your fingers to rub your clit and the pleasure has you moaning exaggeratingly.

"Fuck! Kook!" Jungkook perks up and quickly brings his tip to your aching pussy, the hardness of his cock confining in your pussy walls.

In unison you both murmur a , "fuck!" Into the room.

As slowly as he starts, jungkook thrusts up into you as your hands come down to his hair, and your lips meet for a loving kiss as his thrusts become more sharper and faster.

"Mmh, such a tight pussy for me. And you always this wet? Tell me, baby." Jungkooks words are so dirty and urge your tummy to coil tighter as you feel your high coming.

Jungkook recieves a Moan as response and he isn't so happy, he just wants his good girl to tell him if she's so wet for him. What's so hard about that?

If only he'd know how his dick makes you lose your ability of speaking. But he doesn't when he lays a slap upon your ass, the sound filling the room along with your slickness on his cock, as it slips in and out of you with ease, the sound of Mac and cheese in the room.

"Answer me." You mutter a chant of 'fucks' as you lay your head on his sweaty shoulder, your high approaching.

"Y-yes, Koo- m' so fucking wet for you! I'm gonna cum! Sh-hit I'm gonna fucking cum." You mewl your sentence messily as a fucked out jungkook smirks at your legs going weak in his arms.

"Cum all over this cock, baby, wanna hear you cum." Jungkools gruff voice fills your ears as you bite down on his shoulder, your eyes hazy and watery at the sensation of cumming do hard.

Jungkook doesn't stop thrusting and youre moaning loudly and tiredly, awaiting jungkooks load in your pussy.

"Mmh, fuck! So fucking tight." His thrusts are sloppier and wetter, as the mix of your cum and his wet dick fill you up.

"Cum inside, kook. Fill me up." With a low groan, spurts of white fill your pussy as your feel it trailing down your thighs.

Jungkook came.

And it's so fucking thick. But with enough time to spare thinking about it. Jungkook peels your body off the wall as he brings you to the bed.

Quickly rushing to grab a wet cloth.

He comes back and places it on your swollen clit and messy pussy.

He backtracks, moving it away and taking initiative as he places his tongue on your pussy, licking up both yours and his cum off.

It catches you off guard as you let out a low moan.

Jungkook quickly finishes and he finally cleans you both up. Grabbing fresh clothes for you to sleep in.

When jungkook places you comfortably in the blankets, he turns to leave and your grabby hands pull him back.

"Koo, where you going?" Your eyes are fighting it at this point and jungkook chuckles at that, his smile genuine.

"I'm just going to switch off the TV and lights, okay? Be right back, angel."

And he's back before you know it, leaning over to switch off your side lamp.

Placing a long deep kiss on your forehead, jungkook promises to love you forever as you fall into deep slumber.

whispering the promise back into his chest, you finally allow sleep to take over you.

Do not copy my work. I'll find you.

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[fanatichistory]

Civilian gulped as they looked around the room of their boss's office, taking in the two henchman on either side of them with Villain behind the desk.

"What do we have here?" Villain mused with a tilt of their head as one of the henchmen shut the office door behind Civilian, startling them.

"I-I was just coming to get Boss's portfolio…for-for the meeting tomorrow morning?" Civilian cleared their throat in hopes of steadying their voice. "What…um what are you doing here?"

Villain's face lit up as a wide smile spread across their face and Civilian gulped once again wondering if maybe that question put them in danger.

"Well, that's not important right now. What is important is that you've seen me and my henchmen here and I can't have that." The two henchmen raised their guns at Civilian but stood down when Villain raised a hand.

"If you're going to kill me… just do it already?" They hated the way their voice made it sound like a question instead of something a bit more braver. It wasn't the first time they had a gun on them or anything but it was still scary each time nonetheless.

"I know you…" Villain stated instead, shaking a pointed finger at Civilian as they stepped around the desk toward them. "Yes! You're Civilian! Hero's 'supposed to be secret' little helper hmm?"

They gripped Civilian's chin and forced them to look into their eyes. "You are that Civilian aren't you?"

"If I say yes…does that mean you're going to hurt me instead of jus-just killing me outright?" Civilian asked them with a shaky breath, side-eyeing the patiently waiting henchmen who still brandished their weapons as they waited for orders from Villain.

"No, it just means I'm going to-ah, let's just say…convince- you to join me…What do you think about that?" Villain released their chin and took a step back with a smirk.

"Why on earth would I work with you?"

The henchmen snickered in response as if they knew something that Civilian didn't while Villain's smirk broadened back into a smile they flashed enigmatically at them.

"Because I know that if Hero finds out about your past with Supervillain…" Villain took a step back closer, leaning in to whisper into Civilian's ear. "they wouldn't hesitate to hurt you to get to Supervillain."

Their heart sank. No one was supposed to know about that. Blinking rapidly, they tried to regain their composure but Villain kept on talking.

"Now that I think about it, what would Supervillain think of his darling Civilian helping Hero of all people when they swore to be out of the life? One might think you're back in the game…" Villain's eyes hardened to steel despite the smile still plastered on their face.

"I'm not, I swear I'm not! H-Hero found me, at home, and they said that I had to or they'd leak me location-"

Villain tutted and shook their head in mock disappointment. "What Hero should have done…is take you prisoner and have you on call, what with all your computer skills and capabilities… bit of a waste to let you roam free when there's much to do."

"And…what are you going to do?"

Again the henchmen snickered, one of them reaching out with a pair of zip ties after being given the signal from Villain.

"W-wait a minute…Supervillain-"

"Supervillain still thinks you're out of the game, remember? They're not coming to save you. And Hero? You were nothing more than a tool to them so it's safe to say they won't mind if I monopolize you."

With that the henchmen leapt forward, restraining Civilian and zip tying their hands behind their back and securing a clothed gag into place.

Villain motioned to leave and the henchmen began to drag Civilian away and out the office door only to be stopped by a figure in the hallway. Sighing, Villain flipped the hallway light switch on illuminating the space before turning to address the figure.

"Always so dramatic with your entrances, aren't you? Hero."

"That is my resource Villain. Not yours."

Civilian blinked slowly as they looked between the two, they realized they were nothing more than a tool for either one of them and they were sure a fight was about to go down over it.

With Supervillain it had been different. There was mutual understanding between the two, a partnership. Never once did Supervillain refer to them the way Hero was now, or look at them the Villain did in the office as they were sized up for their hacking and computer potential.

Civilian was used to being nothing more than a brain but it still hurt to be called a resource or seen as nothing more than a means to an end.

"No, Civilian is mine and if you two value you're miscreant little lives you will leave them with me and skidaddle."

They all turned to Supervillain phasing through the hallway wall to join in with a scowl on their face as if Hero and Villain were just misbehaving children fighting over a toy.

"Smph-vmph!" Supervillain is what Civilian had tried to say through the gag but they couldn't have been more happier to see their former employer.

They also didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried that Supervillain was here after all because that also meant that they had never really let them go in the first place and had probably watched them the entire time…including Civilian breaking their promise to stay out of the game.

"Before you two think any further... I can take the five of you out with a flick of my wrist. And yes, Villain, I included your little henchmen because if they don't release my Civilian right now they will get the beating of their lives." Supervillain stated matter-of-factly as they waited for Villain to comply.

"Of course, they're uh…all yours." Villain mumbled dejectedly, motioning the henchmen to cut the zip ties and remove the gag.

With a rough push at their back Civilian stumbled forward in the direction of Supervillain when they caught them up in their arms and pushed Civilian behind them.

"As you were." Supervillain gave a triumphant smirk as they phased back out through the wall with their Civilian, leaving Hero to stare down Villain and their two henchmen.

#whump scenario #whump prompt #whump writing #whump drabble #scene prompt #villain x hero #civilian x villain #civilian x supervillain #civilian x hero #villain x supervillain #hero x supervillain

[angelpuns]

CW FOR DISCUSSION OF RELIGON, RELIGOUS THEMES, RELIGOUS TRAUMA, SPECIFICALLY CATHOLICISM.

CW FOR MULTIPLE EYES/MANY EYES

I said I'd work on some villain sketches tonight so I did!!! I'm not totally in love with my Shredder design just yet- mostly just the armor. I can't reveal his actual face jus tyet cause spoilers and all that big teehee

Baron Draxum, however, I put a lot of thought into his design and I actually really like what I've got so far. I decided yes actually I am going to lean into the Catholicism fuckery cause it's my religious trauma and I can get silly if I want to. Anyway his motivations have changed (not really actually)

His main goal is still to get the turtles back ( he created them with research funded by the government - they also fund the church but without proof of his research going places they've decided to no longer fund him)

It's kind of like in FMA:Brotherhood where the state alchemists have annual tests to determine whether or not their research is worth pursuing otherwise they lose their state alchemist title. It's sort of like that. Baron Draxum is a 'Catholic' priest, it's a bit warped due to being in the hidden city, but it's still definitely a Catholic church. He's also a scientist, I think in this warped version specifically they have kind of combined science and religon?

I'm still working on it.

Anyway, Baron Draxum created the turtles because he was experimenting with the mutagen, which he created.

( created from a mystery substance that the sort of underworld creatures - not sure if I wanna call em yokai yet, probably not- that birthed the hidden city creatures/mutated them way way wayyyy far back ?? again, wip onthat front) .

He originally used it to further advance his botanical studies, but then got a little silly an thought ' hmm wonder if this can change animals/humans' and yeah it can, but there's a very specific DNA trait you have to have (wip) or else it will just sort of destroy your system :/ that bit's a wip as well. Lots of this is wip stuff cause I never planned on getting so into this iteration LMAO

ANYWAY- he wasn't too impressed by Splinter because he initially didn't transform, but the turtles showed signs that they had been significantly changed. Splinter managed to escape with the turtles to the surface. He then transformed into a rat :/

Then Splinter fucking goes back to the hidden city o purpose because he knows he can have a social life there smh. Local rat man lonely so he goes back to the place where he got turned into said rat man. He's got his own issues tho-

There's more, but it's too loose to talk about soooo yeah.

I originally was gonna make Draxum a wolf, but HOW COOL WOULD IT BE IF HE WERE A WOLF/GOAT SORT OF CREATURE RIGHT????

TMNT:HME MASTERPOST

#art #fanart #digital art #comic #character design #TMNT:HME #TMNT:HME Villains #tmnt:hme info #tmnt iteration #tmnt au #tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt baron draxum #baron draxum design #angelpuns art #cw religon #cw religious themes #cw religion #cw religious trauma

[straykidsholicleigh]

warnings: boypussy danceracha :)), cunnilingus, fingering, dom!minho, switch(?)!hyunjin, sub!felix, fluffy in the end.

a/n: all of them won so i just made it a threesome :))) This is shit.

“Min- too much.” Felix gasped, gripping onto his hyungs longish brown hair, fat tears running down his cheeks. Felix was positioned on the bed, sitting up with his back pressed against Hyunjin's chest as Minho was between his legs, eating him out for what felt like hours.

Hyunjin's delicate hands traced Felix's arms, smirking into his blue hair. “You'll be a good boy and take it.” He ordered, but Felix just shook his head, sobbing as more tears spilled from his eyes. ”Please!” He choked out, his hand shaking as he gripped Hyunjin's hand.

Minho tsked against him, poking his tongue against his cheek and slowly getting up, kneeling in front of Felix as he tilted his head to the side. Hyunjin moved his hand down to pinch his labia causing Felix to flinch at the feeling and let out a cry, trying his best to look into his hyungs eyes.

“You don't want it?” Minho asked. Felix didn't move his body, just ragged breathing as he looked at his hyung. Minho tsked, looking at Hyunjin and back at Felix. “Then you'll just have to eat your precious Hyunjinnies cunt cause' we've been denying him of pleasure. Get up.”

Felix hesitantly moved, turning around and looked into Hyunjin's eyes as he gently attached his mouth to his clit, earning a satisfied hum from the older. Hyunjin's hands threaded through Felix's blue locks, soft moans escaping his mouth as he bit his lip, eyes screwing shut from the pleasure.

Minho shuffled behind Felix, gripping his ass and sticking a finger into his cunt, taking Felix by surprise as he gasped against Hyunjin's cunt. Hyunjin let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his cheeks turning a light crimson colour as Minho burst out laughing, reaching out and patting his head.

“Our Lixies mouth is wonderful, isn't it?” Minho asked, a smug look on his face. Hyunjin just moaned in response, nodding his head as he mumbled. “S-so good, yes, so fucking g-good.”

Poor Felix was struggling to eat out his precious Hyunjin's pussy, constantly whining and sobbing against it as Minho's fingers were knuckles deep into his dripping hole. Hyunjin grabbed a fistful of Felix's hair, shoving his head further against his cunt and let out a high pitched moan as Felix accidentally bit his clit.

Minho chuckled, his free hand moving down to rub circles against his own throbbing clit.

“Your close Lix, can feel it. Why don't you cum with Hyunjin hyung, hmm?”

Felix just nodded his head, sucking harder on Hyunjin's clit as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten, ready to break free any minute.

Minho felt Felix clench around his digits, knowing that both of them were close due to the increase of their moans, heavy breathing following after.

“Both of you, cum. Give me everything.”

With that said, Felix let out a sharp whine as Minho gave one final thrust of his finger's, splashing his juices onto his hands while Hyunjin flooded Felix's mouth, letting out a scream as his back arched.

Minho comforted them through their high, smiling when he saw Felix laying plush against Hyunjin's thigh, eyes closed. He must've passed out.

He gently picked up Felix and placed him on the bed beside Hyunjin, cleaning him up and pulling the blanket over him, kissing his forehead before checking on Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's back was still against the headboard, breathing heavily as he threading his own finger's through his long black hair.

“Tired?” Minho questioned, to which Hyunjin nodded his head, making himself comfortable in the bed next to Felix, closing his eyes as Minho smiled, giving them a kiss on the forehead. He snuggled into bed with them, laying on the opposite direction of Hyunjin so Felix was flush in the middle, soft snores leaving his mouth.

“You didn't have an orgasm hyung.” Hyunjin pointes out, his eyes still closed. Minho smiled, shaking his head. “You'll just have to take care of it in the morning, won't you Jinnie?” He teased, making Hyunjin blush again as he buried his head into Felix's hair, a smile on his face as Minho giggled.

“My sweet babies. Have sweet dreams.”

#stray kids #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #lee know #hyunjin #felix #skz danceracha #poly skz #all three of them won the poll #i didn't know what else to do #so i did this?? #it eats ass but honestly fuck it

[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader - one love, two mouths

Masterlist

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: A kingdom destroyed, a heart crushed, and a king full of immeasurable desire.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, kidnapping, mentions of stalking, death

Translations:

in pixamech - my angel

in amado - my beloved

I left my bedroom in the Wakanda palace. Shuri and Queen Romanda took me in after my home, the Alumid Kingdom was attacked in the middle of the night. I remember waking to the attacks and seeing a mysterious figure in the sky. It seemed that he was looking down at me, but I couldn’t see his face nor any distinguishing features in the darkness. Shuri let me know when she came that an attack came on the radar and when they came to investigate me, they found me passed out on the ground with a bracelet adorned with beautiful jewels around my wrist. I really had not many memories of that night besides the destruction of my kingdom and the deaths of my people around me. You see, I was the princess and future heir to the throne. It was something that shook me to my core, but I accepted my place and prepared daily for it, in case something were to happen to my father.

My bare feet walked along the hallways of the palace, stopping in at Shuri’s lab. She turned around and saw me, a smile painting her face, “(Y/N)! Did you sleep well?”

“Hmm.. I guess. Still not feeling great after seeing everything I loved lost to an attack.”

A sympathetic expression appeared on her face, seeing me down in the dumps mentally. The memories just couldn’t stop playing in my head. I still wondered what had occurred to make us targeted for such an attack. And I couldn’t ask my father because he died before I even could.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).. I understand that feeling of loss. The lost of my brother is something that still affects me, even after a year later. I miss him so much. I can still feel him all around me, yet I still blame myself for not being able to save him,” Shuri’s hand rubbed my back with comfort. “Don’t go down the path I did. Mourn your loss freely and build up a strong support system. You are welcome to stay here and recover till then.”

Her comforting words made me smile and I looked up at her, giving a soft smile. “Thank you for being there to rescue me.”

I inched my hand towards hers and held it. Shuri made me feel safe, like no one else could hurt me. I still can’t believe I’m still here, and alive today.

“(Y/N), if I may ask, did you see anything that night? Like who destroyed your kingdom?”

I thought back to that night. Since it was close to midnight, it was hard to tell. The only thing I could make out in the darkness was people with blue skin and a mask over their mouths. They speared my people. I couldn’t get the blood curdling screams out of my brain.

“Princess, run! Get out of here!”

The memories of their voices hurt my head. It was like a virus in my body that had no antibiotic. No way to get it out of there. It would be stuck inside there, slowly killing me.

“I only remember.. The blue people with masks over their mouths. They were speaking a language I couldn’t quite understand. And.. the figure in the sky. They looked human, but they couldn’t be. They were flying!”

I saw Shrui’s eyes widen at my words. Something she definitely knew but I had to ask. “Shuri? Do you know what I saw?”

Shuri hesitated. her words stuck in her throat. I didn’t know what was going on inside her head, but I was certain that it wasn’t anything good.

“I don’t know what you saw either..”

I knew she was lying, but I accepted her answer either way. If there was one thing I would never do, it was to force something out of someone. It would be too much..

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It was later that night and I decided to leave my room once more, venturing down to a nearby beach on the shores of Wakanda. The only thing that could calm me down was the sound of the crashing waves and the chirps of the crickets that sang in the night.

Looking out at the sea reminded me of how free it was down there. No invasion. No destruction. Just pure peace and tranquility.

I couldn’t ignore that bracelet that adorned my wrist from the moment I awoke after the destruction. My fingers stroked over the jewels and the smooth gold. It was jewels I had never seen before from my kingdom. Rare green colors of emeralds and topaz. It amazed me that I even had it on my body in the first place.

My ears picked up some ripples from the water and I looked at it with curiosity. What emerged from the water was something I least expected. It was a man with brown skin, pointed ears, well trimmed facial hair, and angelic wings on his feet. I couldn’t tell if he was an angel or devil in my eyes.

I scooted back away from the water, my bottom brushing up against the cold sand. He had gotten close to me before placing both feet on the ground, “Up close to you finally, In pixamech “

His language didn’t translate much and my breath caught in my throat. The oxygen refused to come out because I had an odd feeling about him.

“And you are?”

My bracelet around my wrist seemed to grow much tighter as he got closer. A smirk appeared out of the corner of his mouth before he took a deep breath, “K’uk’ulkan, King of Talokan, but my enemies call me Namor. And you are Princess (Y/N) of Alumid.”

My heart sank to my stomach hearing him know who I was. That silhouette came to mind.. Everything about his physical outline matched the person who had looked down upon me as my kingdom was destroyed, left to ruins. It was him!

“..You.. Were you the one who brought destruction upon my kingdom!” The bracelet tightened around my wrist when my fury came out. The reaction came when I leapt towards him. But before I could, the sting of it stopped me.

I couldn’t help but look at Namor’s face. A dark chuckle was let out of his throat at the sight of me not being able to fight back nor take him down.

“And it was so easy to get you out of there.. If I had just came in there and taken you, my people would have been in danger, no? And it’s easier to capture you when you aren’t close to the earth elements, in amado.”

I struggled to even speak and I looked around, trying to find any way to fight him back. As much as I loved the sea, I couldn’t use its elements to defend me. I was useless the way I was now.

A few tears shed down my face as I fell onto my knees, hopeless, “Y-You’re a monster..” Before I knew it, I felt his knuckles wrap around my chin and pull my face towards his, him kneeling down as well.

“You call me a monster, but the real monsters are those you surround yourself with.”

Namor took out a mask and held it over my face while the bracelet began stinging and tightening me even more. Then it was dark.

#namor x reader #namor #namor the sub mariner #namor x y/n #yandere #yandere namor #dark namor #kukulkan #tenoch huerta #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #namor imagine #namor fanfiction

[maya-19]

Her smile lit up his whole fucking world.

Ghost x character fan fic. He's obsessed.

She was soft spoken. She laughed and joked. She had the most beautiful smile he’d ever witnessed. It wasn't often he’d catch a genuine smile where it reached her eyes. 

Of course, he’d never tell anyone that. He admired her from afar. His stoic expression, cold and unnerving. But his lips would sometimes twitch when she smiled. God the sight of her. Her intense green eyes. The seductiveness yet softness of them. He knew she knew how to use them. Hiding behind those long dark lashes and plump full lips

Her dark hair, soft looking and thick. She had so much of it. It flowed past her elbows.

God, why am I so obsessed with every detail about her? He would question his sanity everytime she smiled. There was something so contagious about her smile

Though she was full of life and smiles, Simon saw past it. Everyone was fooled by her beauty and husky laughs. Truth was, no one actually knew her. Not her past nor her life. They knew Maya Villa. A beautiful soldier who was the one of the best out of them. People admired her. Her skills. Too good for a rookie, past a sergeant's threshold. She was a lieutenant, born and ready.

No one wondered how she was so good. Simon did. He knew she had a past. One she kept buried. He saw it in glimpses. Through her eyes. Those intense green eyes. Unable to mask the pain when she disassociated sometimes, he saw what no one noticed.

One time she noticed Simon sitting alone outside base, on a bench. She had her earbuds in, plugged to her phone. She sat beside him. No one ever did. They were either too afraid and intimidated or didn’t bother.

She was the only one who ever sat next to him unphased. 

“Wanna listen to music?” she offered with a grin, her cheek dimpled.

God she was breathtaking. And she knew it.

He nodded and took the earbud she offered him, sliding it under his mask. They listened to music quietly.

This was their routine after a tough mission. Other soldiers would ask her why she did this, and listened to music with the stoic cold Ghost. They found it unusual. She brushed them off and said they didn’t need to know.

He liked the privacy she treasured between them. They barely spoke outside of missions and when they did it was her asking if he wanted to listen to music. He often found her staring into the distance, disassociated. Her green eyes were distant and lost. He never asked her, but for some reason it slipped out so easily. “Are you okay?” His voice was deep and demanding, like he was still on guard despite being off duty.

She snapped back into reality. Her green eyes softened as she looked into his hazel ones. “Hmm?” she asked.

“You good?” He asked hoping she wouldn't read the concern in his eyes when she searched them, like she always did.

“Mhmm.” She nodded mindlessly.

Don’t engage Simon, don’t eng- 

“I noticed you disassociate a lot” He sees her brows furrowed. “I mean, I don’t stare or anything I ju-” He shut his mouth to stop his sudden rambling when he noticed her trying to bite back a knowing smirk and failing. 

“Nothing.” He mumbled, not wanting an answer.

“You’re very observant.” She grinned, her cheek dimpled again. God when she genuinely smiled it was a sight.

“God you’re beautiful.” He let slip out as a whisper under his breath. But she heard. He looked away, as if hiding his blush. Even under that mask she knew he was flustered.

Why did he even bother asking? He ended up feeling a fool, knowing she wouldn’t open up.

“So are you.” She countered. He turned to face her again. “Excuse me?” his brows furrowed.

“You heard me Riley.” She snorted amused. His gaze slid down to her lips and instantly he looked away narrowing them as he gazed into the distance. The urge to kiss her, to tell her how obsessed he was was in the form of a lump in his throat. 

“Why do you do this?” He asked in a low voice.

“Do what?” She asked, confused. The wind blew against her hair, a few strands slipping past her lips, which she pulled away. Her brows furrowed, as if frustrated whenever it happened. The adorable scrunch of her nose. She hated when her hair was on her face.   

He bit back a smile. “This. Why do you listen to music with me?” He asked softly. He wanted to understand her. Why was she so different and why was she so different with him? Why she was herself around him and no one else? 

“I like it.” She said nonchalantly, as if her words hadn’t caused his heart to falter and go back a beat. His hazel eyes locked on her green ones. He searched her face for traces of deception or amusement, he found none.

“I like sitting next to you, looking at you, listening to music with you. I just like being with you.” She explained, her words making his heart hammer in his rib cage.

“But why?” He asked, his voice a rasp. His obsession with her was growing by the second, with every word escaping her lips.

“Because I feel safe with you.” She whispered. A glimpse of vulnerability in her tone and words, as if she didn’t want to say it but she told him anyway.

He shifted his body to face her. “You’re not scared of me. You don’t get intimidated easily. I barely say a word to you yet you feel safe?” He asked as if he couldn’t believe her.

“Exactly.” She smiled amused at his disbelief.

His eyes found her lips again, god he wanted to kiss her. They darted back up to her eyes. Her pupils had dilated, making her green eyes darker.

“Do it.” she whispered, like a siren calling him into the ocean. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted the same.

Without a single thought he drew his hand up to cup her cheek. His strong rough hands against her soft cheek. His fingers caressing her sharp jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek. As if memorising how she felt. 

Her lips parted, a soft exhale escaping. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. He let out a strained groan and swooped down to kiss her. Both of his hands cupping her face as he pulled her closer kissing her passionately. Her lips gliding over his, his tongue dominating hers.

God she tasted so sweet.

She moaned softly as he kissed her fiercely. “Simon.” She rasped as she pulled away breathlessly. His forehead dropped against hers. Eyes locked.

“You have no idea what you do to me Maya.” He whispered hoarsely. He saw her cheeks flush. Her lips red and parted, panting.

“What do I do to you?” She asked with her brows knitted together. She really had no idea.

“I’m fucking obsessed Maya.” He whispered, strained. Every nerve in his body on fire, the obsession settling deep in his bones. He knew he’d never get over it.

“Your eyes. These goddamn green eyes.” He groaned as her lashes fluttered. “These fucking lips.” His voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper as he stared at her lips mesmerised, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “Your smile. Every laugh. God, your laugh makes me want to kill any man who makes you smile. I love it when you smile at me. When your eyes sparkle.” His voice was unrecognisable. 

“Do you mean it?” She whispered, her voice as though of a small girl asking for the truth. Had she been lied to in the past?

“Every single word. God, you drive me crazy without even trying.”

“So kiss me again.” Her smile lit up his whole fucking world.

He smiled leaning in to kiss her hard and desperate. He hooked his hands under her thighs, pulling her onto his lap.The two kissed like they needed oxygen.

They didn’t know why, but they needed each other. In every way.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader

[i-bring-crack]

But- but- @julyarya hear me out hear me out! @soulintheskies you too I need yalls to hear my freak out at 3am.

Woo Jin Chul arranged marriage to the Western Emperor Liu Zhigang.

O-omegaverse uwu

Okay no seriously, Woo Jin-Chul puts work above everything in his life, so of course Jin-Chul would accept an arrangement marriage when it means the kingdom would prosper and the heavy tensions between the Empires would be fine. He doesn't want any wars, and his little Empire despite being very strong and having a well structured culture, isn't as big and influential as the Liu Kingdom so granted, before a big fight dooms his citizens, Jin-Chul steps up for a marriage.

He expected to at least marry a lady of noble court you know as one does. But instead the next day he received a letter FROM THE EMPEROR HIMSELF asking if he would be a concubine of his harem.

"The Emperor is bloody beast, he will likely kill you and we can't another war just for you. Although King Gun Hee and everyone here would." Says the first commander of the army, and advises him to at least tell the Emperor to kindly fuck off if he thinks the son of the Emperor of the East would step so low as to become a mere concubine.

Much to the prince's hesitance, he send it, and adds that he will be happy to marry someone else of low court but would never become a mere concubine among many.

The Emperor replied back that he accepts the arrange marriage, and he agrees with the terms the prince has laid out for him.

So Woo Jin-Chul had now become the Empress!

"You carriage will come in the next full moon."

"Shit. Do you think he knows?"

"How could he know that you are an omega?" The first in command raises an eyebrow.

"Please don't say it so loud."

"Well your guards and I know about it. It's obvious."

"I know but what if someone hears."

"They will answer to my sword your majesty :)" The general puts the paper aside. "That being said, you are right, the Emperor might have known that you are an omega, but I wonder where he got that information? Hmm, did your pheromones stick to the letter you sent?"

He remembers writing on that letter at two in the morning, and then waking up to his face stuck to the paper. He did all he could to polish it as good as possible, luckily there was no drool or spilled ink in there.... but he did sleep over it...

"Ah..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He didn't look back at the general who sighed at the outcome.

"Well, even so your sex was bound to come to light if your partner was an omega. And even he didn't know you were an omega, he probably thought to you as a beta, which still meant there was a choice for you to pop out some babies you know."

"But I had just had to be born an omega."

"No can do about thay. Anyways we should get you ready for your future wedding your Majesty. I've already contacted Lady Ju-Hee and Lord Jong-In to create the perfect gowns for your body—"

"Say, how did your partner hide all the hormones before he met you? Do you think he could recommend me something so that the Emperor avoids me as much as possible?"

The general moved her head with an "oh" written all over her face. "Jin Woo-ah just got physically strong that everyone thought he was an alpha at first. I know omegas get treated badly for not being strong, but when I met him, he told me he wanted to be just as strong as me." A smile appeared on him. "And he was so nice at that time I couldn't deny his request so I trained him until the very end. To this day we still spar but now he has even beaten me in terms of strenght :)"

"You don't mind that at all? That your omega could overpower you or something?"

"Alpha, beta, omega, girl or boy, I think anyone can become as strong or intelligent as they want to be and find their perfect partner who will love them no matter what. Who knows maybe this Emperor might be more reasonable than we think." She grabbed her sword "Although if he isn't. I'm not afraid to cut down his territory until we get you back :)"

"Miss Hae-In.... thank you..."

Right he shouldn't worry about this kind of stuff, his kingdom is even allied with the one in the south, a far more powerful country than the two of them. He still can't help but tug a little at his heart and think if this will really turn out well or not?

And then he has an epiphany.

He doesn't need to stay in that marriage for long right?

He can divorce him when the time is right, and the mean time he will just enjoy the luxuries of that palace and being treated like an empress until the Emperor gets bored of him, he can call off the marriage before the Emperor and then bam! Gets to live a happy and divorced life!

He doesn't mind it either way too, he isn't some kind of lovestruck prince trying to find love, for the most part he has never felt any kind of romantic feelings with anyone.

But then that changed the day of his wedding.

#solo leveling #solo leveling manwha #sung jin woo #cha hae in #woo jin chul #liu zhigang #omegaverse #bro ;-; #jinhae #liuchul #or WooZhi #idk bros #liu zhigang x woo jin chul

[rosemary-oldsoul]

we’ll paint the sky together

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: idol!au, fluff/angst

w.c: 656 lawl it’s always like this

description: it would be otherwise but today he’ll share the yellows and you’ll share the blues

a/n: in my soft wonwoo feels today and I just started painting uh oh spoiler so here ya go!! <3 Oh and he performs love poem by IU for you

His limbs were screaming at him - for mercy but he had yet to find you. You weren’t home like he’d suspected because at days like this home was not your comfort. You’d told him that.

“Wonu-yah”

“hmm?”

“I love you” a pause. he’d then turned and rewarded you with a forehead peck. And waited.

in the consort of warmth and him. Oh him. a smile grazed your lips,

“I love you . . . . and you should know that it’s been long. So long since I found comfort in someone other than me . . . . then-. . . . you came along and now , now you’re my best person.”

‘Best person’? Oh how much he loves you

“You’re my comfort , my love and jus-. Thank you for making me feel I can come back to you”

So now he was rushing to you and if you are where he is on his worst days he’s very close. To seeing you, holding you. And he let out an audible sigh of relief as all the warmth of summer rushed back to him or it could be you it was you because there you are.

As he walks over to sit next to you, he notices your head tilted up ,eyes shut and a smile to greet his presence. As he sits ,his hand is on your waist to pull you closer, the other gently moving to tuck your head in his neck.

The sky , he’d noticed, always seemed much prettier when he was here. He lived his life again in those moments. It was something you both shared , the sky held too many memories.

He’d gotten to know that when you had picked up a new hobby of painting to pass time while he played his games,

“wonu”

“yes, love?”

“we’ll paint the sky together okay?” You’d seemed all giddy at the thought.

“Keeping only the sky reserved for me ? I see how it is”

“it’s just…I only look up to the sky when any moment has been intolerable for me and it does not give me peace , anything at all. Or when I feel lonely? Both ? and it doesn’t even make sense but I thought maybe if you join me ,my perspective will change ?”

and he still wonders how he found someone who loves him truly.

“I saw your performance wonu . . . . and I’ve never felt more grateful to be loved by you. I hope you know that even if I can’t attend your concerts.”

“we both know it’s not your fault you can’t tolerate loud noises without getting headaches and aren’t you the one who tells that you don’t have to be grateful to be loved. It’s a gift for being alive, isn’t it ?”

And even though he heard you sniffle and tuck yourself closer to him , your smile tickling his neck ,he didn’t look away from the sky because,

did you change his perspective about the sky, too?

“I’m glad you remember me saying that.”

“of course I do, I love you after all”

Everything was set up perfectly - the lightings, his outfit, and he’d already told Mingyu to record his performance for you, now all he had to do was his best.

The only issue? It was raining and he was scared his only way of helping you would go waste. but somehow just as the lights dimmed and he became the focus of the crowd, it all stopped. The rain , the cheers , the thundering clouds. All he could, no, would see was the sky. The blue blue sky.

and oh? It looks familiar. He knows the sky today. As the notes fall and rise to come to an end he realises with moist eyes - there you are- without even trying- in the form the sky that you both painted together.

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