#but yk Moving Swiftly On

[hellolulu]

The anime made the telepathy arc more about the aliens haha funny anime girls than it did about what the arc represents and I'm still sad about it! I didn't post about it until now because I'm sad! Especially because the animation was quite beautiful!

The point of this small arc is to show that Shigeo has made peace with himself. Both as a person, by genuinely exhausting himself to help the friends he loves - putting all that effort in and continuously choosing to keep going, even when Tome is saying she doesn't want to and everyone is tired. And as an esper, freely using his powers to do something that could be regarded as useless, silly, or maybe even a touch playful; which he hasn't done since he was a child. He has only ever used it when told to, ever since the accident with Ritsu. And remember, during the last season, he was having an extremely hard time being stuck between his esper half, and his human half. It's incredible progress!! Seeing him able to combine both sides of himself in front of others, knowing he's accepted by these people?! That's crazy! I'm so proud of him!! He's grown!!

And this arc is also about him connecting with the other important part of himself (and of all of us), too: the truth of your heart.

Tome disbanding the club, leaving so quietly and dejectedly because she realises that all this time they hadn't taken her seriously. The club members being genuinely upset about it because they love her and didn't realise that she was that serious.

Takenaka being amazed by the truth in Shigeo's heart (a straightforward person who doesn't like to lie or put up false pretenses, which is rarer than you'd think, genuinely wanting to help his friend by doing something crazy like communicating with aliens) and choosing to join them because he had actually wanted to meet others like him, and because he felt like his power could be used for the sake of good for once (as he had used it when he was a child). Because he was moved by Shigeo's honest heart.

Reigen complaining that he has to babysit a bunch of kids, when in reality he knows he's spending time with people he loves and is just a little happy about it. Serizawa being genuinely upset that he can't join Reigen for drinks, worrying about him, until he knows Reigen will be with someone he cares about at the turn of the year (btw this is quite funny to me, because any typical person would go hey I'm sure my classmates wouldn't mind if I invited a friend along to drinks! We're all adults after all! Do you want to join? I can ask :D but he's autism honour bound and doesn't realise he can probably bring anyone, and Reigen's self confidence is too low to invite himself smh)

Tome crying because she was so frustrated that they only started to care when things were about to end, but knowing the truth in her own heart being that she, too, wanted to stay - so she showed up to go with them even though it hurt. Only to learn that even though they hadn't thought she was serious, they put this plan together because they do care. Because the truth is they value their friendship with her as much as she values them, and they want to make an effort to prove that.

Takenaka then putting in even more effort than he had expected to, because he realises he had let his hurt feelings (loneliness) get in the way of the type of friendships Shigeo had formed. The type of friendships he had yearned for all along. He'd even stayed awake that whole night prior, studying and memorising and taking notes, because he wanted things to go well, because these people could be onto something deeper than he'd thought friendships could be. Because the truth is he wanted to take part in something like that, too.

And Shigeo, in this arc, despite pushing himself to exhaustion, is doing it for the sake of love. For his friends. We've seen him exhaust himself before; after big fights and overwhelming moments, he becomes tired and exhausted to the point of collapsing or passing out. But here it's different - he's doing it for the sake of those he cares about. He wants to see Tome happy because she's a very dear friend to him, he wants to enjoy a day out with his group of friends that he just happened to become close to over the year, and he wants to show them how much they mean to him right now; and he wants to see Takenaka open up to others and learn that sometimes friendships are formed out of things that you don't have in common. Out of the things you learn from each other. (The mortifying ordeal of being known, if you will.)

Because what matters is the truth in your heart, that you care about your friends, that you want to be there for them, to push yourself for them, and that you know they'd do the same for you. That maybe they already have. That's the point of the arc. (That's what the point of the arc is.)

The aliens section in the manga touched on it too, in a "we were able to communicate because of a common understanding of each other, despite being unable to verbally communicate, and I was able to return home" and not.. whatever that was in the anime.

#this arc is extremely important #and there were parts of the episodes that were so beautiful and emotional #but the aliens part man #inukawa was like drugged and used and man the dude's a KID #but yk Moving Swiftly On #this arc is a very beautiful demonstration of everyone seeing their true selves and letting that truth be known #the truth in their hearts #ritsu's heart truth was that he wished to be more like the twins with shigeo instead of elder and younger brother #but you'll only know this if you read my tags so if you're here HI #i hope you don't mind that I write nicely but am also an idiot who adds asides and !!! everywhere #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 analysis #mp100 spoilers #takenaka #tome #mp100 tome #shigeo #mob #mp100 mob #lulu on the mic #reigen #telepathy arc #idk what to tag do I tag everyone I mentioned ew #I'm giving up here

[billskeis]

can you do one fanfic where reader is helping Tom with homework but he can’t focus on it since he’s to busy staring at her and they end up having yk idk where this idea came from tbh 😭😭

ᡣ𐭩 tom, homework, and a pretty girl

clearly he wasn’t listening. it’s been about ten minutes since you’ve been rambling about how cations, anions or fucking—tom doesn’t know, how onions work. an hour since you came over to his house that was currently vacant since his parents went out for dinner with bill and as punishment left tom behind.

you walked in through the front door with an oversized sweatshirt and the shortest shorts that rid up your thigh every time you took a step. watching you even take of his shoes tom had to swallow the hard lump in his throat and physically hold back from palming himself in front of you.

“and that’s when.. tom? you okay?” you ask, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair as you leaning closer to him as you stare up at his face. pouting when you realized he was distracted and wasn’t paying attention to your aid. crossing your arms in frustration. he thinks this is so cute.

“u-uh, yeah mhm ‘m listening sweets,” you widen your eyes at the sudden pet name, cheeks heating up momentarily when you realize it’s just natural for him to call you that. he was your boyfriend after all. sighing, you pick up the led pencil and poke his forehead with the eraser end.

“o-ow!” “c’mon tom! exams are soon and we gotta focus, you’re missing dinner because of this!” tom whines and leans an arm on the table, resting his head in the palm of his hand as he just stares at you sulking. “fineee.” he switches the page of the textbook to review new content.

and there you go. off talking about something else that he could really care less about, instead staring at the glint in your eyes knowing your passion for the academics. the way your lashes flutter as you blink fast talking about chemistry and the ways of science. he feels himself getting unbearably hard in his sweatpants.

the way you speak and how words roll of your tongue so easily, lips glistening under the warm lamp light in the setting of his dim bedroom. eyes shifting down towards to look at your thighs pressed together on the seat, plush and soft to touch as he runs his hand over the surface of your skin.

you shudder under his touch, surprised by the sudden action as you had assumed tom asserted concentration over the exam prep. well, clearly not seeing as how he brings a hand to the crook of your neck to bring you close in for a kiss. bringing the bottom of your lip in between his teeth as he slightly tugs at it.

“t-tom.. not now..” “baby please, i can’t focus..” “and it hurts..” you look down to face tom’s groin that’s visibly hard under the oh so baggy sweatpants, gasping. he can’t help but get hard at how sexy his girl looks trying to help him study! but he’s a lost cause when it comes to the academics.

“i need you now, schatzi.. promise i’ll make it up t’ya,” “f-fine..” he presses a kiss to the temple of your forehead, playing with the button of your shorts to help you take them off quicker, “appreciate cha,” “you better,” he giggles as he finally removes your bottoms, slowly pulling his sweats down.

getting onto his lap, tom frees himself from his boxers, dick standing tall and pretty. bringing your arms to wrap around his shoulders, he brings his hand to toy with your clit, rubbing circles as he swiftly moves to insert two digits into your cunt, “wet already hm?” smirking at how you frown and try to hide your by leaning your head on his shoulder.

“stop teasing..” “alrightalright i got you pretty,” lifting your hips, tom uses both of his arms to position yourself above him, feeling his dick prod your entrance you tremble and shake, tom swears he can cum at the sight itself, salivating from his mouth as he drops you onto his length.

with a loud ‘fwop!’ sound, tom is quickly and already balls deep in you, pussy remembering the shape of his dick as you mold to him so easily. tom lets out lewd moan and he shivers from how good it feels to finally be inside you, “fuuuuck baby, been s’long.. needed this.. needed you..”

he can’t stop jerking his hips into you. like a dog in rut, tom fucks his length into you with no mercy, like a man who hasn’t gotten pussy in weeks but it’s only been a few days with you since you’ve last fucked. biting into your shoulders, you whimper in the pain and pleasure.

“ah! tom—fuck—too fast!” “yeah? want me t’go faster?” “n-no! not what i meant—mmph, s-slow down!” he kneads your ass within both of his hands, feeling and pinching at the flesh of your body as he angles your hips so he can hit your g spot juuuuust right.

after all, this is just as rewarding for you as it is him.

you see white, vision blurry as your tear ducts fill with tears. mind hazy, drunk out on his cock as he machines his hips into yours, only a slapping sound filling the silent room that was once occupied by the scribble of a pencil. tom breaths heavy and his thrusts become sloppy, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking his tip deep into your cervix.

he repeats your name as though it’s the only word he’s ever learned, pounding into you mercilessly not caring about the aching pain in his hips from the weird cowgirl position he has you in the office chair. wet and sticky, your juices mixed with his cum soil the cushion of the office chair as it drips off tom’s legs.

“making such a mess aren’t cha? p-pussy feels so fuckin’ good,” he groans to then bring his tongue to lick a stripe up the length of your neck. “ah! tom!” and he doesn’t stop, nor does he slow down per request, “my pretty girl is so smart, so generous, helping her dumb boyfriend with his homework.”

sending you over the edge, tom whispers sweet words into your ears, talking about how this is his reward for how you’re such a good girlfriend and he doesn’t deserve your help. how his dick was made for rewarding his baby whenever she helps him with something. how your pussy was made to take his cock, your reward. “f-fuck, schatzi ‘m cumming..!” creaming around his cock, you clench tightly around him, leading tom to his own orgasm as he paints your insides white.

as he humps his hips against yours, he stills himself and breaths his orgasm out, you attempting to catch your own breath, tongue lolled out as your head still rests on his shoulder. tapping your shoulder, you raise your head to face him as he smiles at you, “hi my love,” “hi..”

“now how bout that homework?”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp #billskeis

[starb3rrys]

Hello, can I request Jouno giving you aftercare? Just you not being able to walk and full of bruises and him needing to help you while teasing you yk? If you want, can you also do a Tecchou one?

Anyways- your writing is amazing :]

Agh!! I apologize for the late reply. I love writing some sweet aftercare fluff for this iconic duo! I might do a part 2 with different characters in the near future considering I have some other cute takes on how each character pampers their s/o after utterly ravaging them- (￣ω￣;). Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy!

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Sweet Ol' Aftercare

Ft. Jouno, Tecchou

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Jouno

Soft breaths surround the room as your aching body quivers under Jouno's. Your head was spinning, unable to form any thoughts as the overwhelming feeling of pure bliss was screwing with your senses. A familiar chuckle snapped you back into reality as the sheets rustled, "Quite ironic and hilarious to hear you become an exhausted, drooling mess after getting what you were nagging me all day for." Soft lips kissed your neck as slim fingers caressed your sore legs. "Was it worth it? Was it worth getting all sore and bruised up?", he teased as his breath tickled against your skin. You tried your best to muster up a snarky response...a simple "shut up" or "go to hell" would've sufficed. Unfortunately, your throat was pretty much spent from letting out loud cries and serving as Jouno's personal fleshlight. He quietly laughed to himself as he heard you struggling to even form a sentence, taking pride in the fact he was the sole reason for your aching.

His fingers traced your collarbone, feeling the bite marks and warm spots--indicating just how much he marked you. "Do they sting a lot?", he asked with a tender tone. As much as Jouno loves to tease and playfully bully you just to see you argue back or get all pent up (Fucking Sadist-), he does genuinely care and wants to make sure he wasn't too overly rough on you. You sigh, noticing his concern...you shake your head slowly. He grinned, "Always so stubborn...come on, admit you liked it". You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He tried to hold back a laugh, "Oh come on, I know you can say it...you didn't seem to hesitate letting out those erotic words and begs to me earlier, don't get shy now", he teased. He felt your body heat up and tremble under his fingertips, "Fine, I suppose ill let you stay quiet this time considering how tired you are...but, by the way you were squeezing me so tight earlier, I know what the answer is."

Jouno's arms found their way around your waist as he helped you sit up in bed, placing your back against the headboard. He left and soon returned with a cup of water, offering it to you. Your arms shakily reached for the cup and you swear it weighed like 5 pounds. Jouno heard the water shake, indicating that your hold was not at all steady. He moved closer and helped you hold the cup, "Open up and slowly drink some, Okay? Don't rush", he told you as his eyebrows knitted together. You slowly drank some water, the water freshly soothed your sore throat...the feeling of cold hydration was amazing. Jouno pulled the cup away and set it down on the nightstand. "Can you even feel your legs?", he asked with a slight chuckle. You shook your head as you gazed down at your bitten and bruised up thighs. Jouno nodded and stood up, his arm swiftly went under your knees and the other on your back. He carried you towards the bathroom, feeling your head on his chest as your hands weakly rested around his neck made him smile, you were so vulnerable and depended on him for help. He turned on the warm water as he entered the shower, placing you onto your feet. Your back rested against his chest for support as the water coated you both. "Now, I may love you but I dislike the scent of your sweat...it makes my nose hurt", he said as he caressed your arms under the warm water...

Tecchou

Soft taps on your cheek followed by a low and breathless voice, "Hey...Hey, are you okay?". No words fell from your lips as you attempted to catch your breath, the consequence of Tecchous neediness and desperation. Clothes lied scattered around the room, thrown and ripped off without care prior. A small smile filled Tecchous lips, his hands moving your hair to the side. "I see you're still conscious but...wow...", his voice drew shivers down your spine as his fingers touched your bruised neck. "I really do act like a feral dog around you, marking my territory.", he teased with a low chuckle. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, embarrassment filled your senses as your shaky hands covered your face. He grinned, "Oh don't be shy now, you know you loved every mark I left on you." Your eyes focused and widened as Tecchou sat up straight and gave you a full view of his own marked body; chest, neck, arms, and back were covered in bruises/bites and scratches...made by your handy work. "Your shyness was nowhere to be seen when you marked me all up, now was it?". He was right, you didn’t hesitate for a second when you scratched his back and bit his neck as he practically rammed you into the mattress, the memory was enough to fluster you.

He frowned slightly and let his hand travel up your jaw, gently gripping your chin. "Look at me...", his voice was hoarse yet tender making it seem like more of a request than a command. Your unfocused eyes met his, dragging a smile onto his lips. "Are you okay?", his words were filled with concern as his soft eyes scanned your features, your heart fluttered. Tecchou's hands drew up your thighs with care, "Your legs are trembling, was I too rough?". Your soft head shakes were enough to reassure him you were okay...Tecchou could be a rough and teasing individual when you two slept together, but he always took care of you as if you were the most delicate and fragile thing on earth. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto your lips, your hands traveled onto his hair as he kissed you with such love. His hands massaged your sore hips, his lips moved down and kissed the deep hickeys left on your neck. Each kiss felt like a spark, soothing and relaxing your body under his touch.

Tecchou stood up and grabbed a wet towel, he carefully moved your legs apart and cleaned you gently. "We can change the bedsheets later...", he said as he put the towel away and laid beside you. His strong arms pulled you into him, firm arms wrapped around your waist. Your head rested against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat made your eyes grow heavy. He kissed the top of your head, "We'll shower in a bit...but for now...". His voice grew farther and farther as your bruised body gave into slumber..."rest up, my love"...

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I loved writing this one-shot! My favorite part was definitely Jouno. I decided to make Tecchou a bit less teasing and more comforting in his part since I believe his main concern would be making sure his s/o is okay- Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this fluff one-shot! Love ya! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

#bsd jouno #jouno x reader #bsd tecchou #tecchou x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd comfort #bsd #anime

[m1d-45]

if my favorite characters wanted to kill me i would simply let them. my only request would be that they do it from up close so that their pretty faces get to be the last thing i see <3<3<3

on broken bones

a/n: you…. you are my target audience.

(P.S: please note that the full fic was too long for tumblr! this will be in 3-4 parts, but dw, they’re all already mostly written!)

word count: ~2.5k

-> warnings: minor spoilers for liyue archon quest, the most minor of spoilers for mondstat’s archon quest, you are literally about to die, and do so but it’s ok i get revived, uhh blood mention but no gore, imposter au things yk? reader is Down Bad for zhongli at one point

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3

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you never had the highest level of self-preservation.

when you’d come to teyvat, the world seemed so kind, so you never learned to fear it. bugs never stung, any allergies you had never really acted up besides a sniffly nose, and the sun never burned. if you tripped, you landed softly, in the hands of grass that would never dare to harm you, and a breeze swept by the soothe the sting of your palms. the wind carried you down from high places, the water always keeping you afloat, the entirety of the natural world at your side.

or, rather, nearly the entirety.

despite wandering constantly, it took a few months to actually run into anybody. in fact, the only way you knew you were in teyvat at first were the sunsettias, and the hilichurls when you finally came across one of their camps. you have a feeling the dense forests and overgrown paths knew something you didn’t, looking back on it.

maybe you should have listened.

you stopped in the middle of a well-worn path of yours, stilling the sweet flower you were twirling in your hand. a few feet ahead, a stunned amber mirrored your look of shock, though her recognition was tinged with something more… bitter.

“amber?”

the bowstring in her hands doesn’t lose its tension. “greetings.”

that’s not the knights’ prescribed greeting, your mind says. you tell your mind to shut up, because that’s not what you should be thinking about when you’re looking at amber.

you wave, trying for a smile, and emotions you can’t catch flash over her face in rapid succession.

“how do you know my name?”

whoops. “who hasn’t heard of the knights of favonius?”

“those from other lands.” for being so young, her voice is so tired. she sounds like she’s barely 18, yet she’s so worn out… nobody this young should be so exhausted.

after a moment’s thought, you step forward, extending your flower-

her arm moves faster than you ever could, raising, aiming, and letting the arrow fly before you can blink. her shoulders are tense, her chest barely moving despite how harshly she breathes, arms still posed around her bow.

it’s only then that you’re aware of the white-hot pain in your throat, the sting of icy numbness swiftly taking its place.

the sweet flower falls to the ground, your body soon following.

when you wake up, the first thing you do is press a hand over your throat, but all you feel is the chill of your own skin. no arrow. no blood. you check your shirt, but there’s no blood there either.

it’s like it never happened. but you know it did.

still keeping a hand to the area, you sit up, ignoring how your body protests. you’re in another field, unsurprisingly, green grass and blue skies and red birds all around. it’s hard to believe that your run-in with amber wasn’t a dream.

even if you know it wasn’t.

you rise shakily, feeling very much so like you’re relearning your body. how to stand, how to dig your fingers between the sections of bark on a tree so you don’t fall, how to breathe when it feels like all the air in your lungs was in a race to get out. still, you breathe.

still, you stand.

still, you move on.

the earth seems angry.

looking out from the jade chamber, this is clear. the skies are an irritated gray, billowing clouds heavy with rain. they had come from nowhere, suddenly washing in from the north in with no warning, but a single drop has yet to fall. the ground occasionally shakes, enough to make leaves quiver, but no earthquake has come. it’s odd, like the very rock is holding in its breath, waiting for the trigger to let loose what is certainly disaster upon the land above it.

even the tianquan’s gems, normally large, sterling rocks swirling around her fingertips, refuse to answer her call. as she flips over a small coin of amber, the most she’s been able to summon, she wonders why.

one of ningguang’s many assistants comes out of the chamber, telling her that keqing has a report for her, and she tells them to send her out with a wave of a clawed finger. normally, she’d come inside—normally she wouldn’t be out here to begin with—but this… oddity in the landscape has her attention.

the door behind her silently slides open and shut, the clicks of the yuheng’s shoes the only indication of her presence.

“it’s odd to see you outside at such an hour, my lady.”

it’s midday.

“what is it, keqing?”

“this letter came in for you.”

an envelope enters her periphery and she takes it, careful not to damage the paper as she inspects the wax seal. it bears the insignia of the favonian knights.

“that’s hardly a rare occurrence.”

“indeed, but this one carries significant importance.” she takes a breath, an explanation on her tongue, but it dies. she knows she shouldn’t let her biases get in the way of the tianquan’s work, but this situation feels so wrong. her vision burns at the back of her neck despite her attacks doing less damage, the electro that dances across her skin hurts more than it should. it’s wrong, horribly so, but she needs to-

“keqing?”

she meets the tianquan’s eyes. ruby red dissecting her every move, and keqing is quick to look away.

“apologies, my lady. as i was saying…”

the dead refuse to rest.

they have always been unruly, leaving behind legacies and lingering feelings, leaving the living and letting them deal with it. what would be known as the wangsheng funeral parlor was established to battle these lingering debts, and it seems that even after 77 generations, the current director still has to pick up that mantle.

she’s felt it all day. the rowdiness of the undead, the spirits dancing and twirling around where they shouldn’t be. her soul told her there was one too many around, and so she had set her mind on going.

the director adjusted the flowers in her hat, watching in annoyance as her consultant thought over her words. she thought the answer was quite simple, and had rushed to fix the problem, but he was adamant that she explain herself first.

“and you’re certain?”

hu tao groaned, squeezing her eyes shut so they wouldn’t roll. “yes, i’m certain! surely youve noticed too, or is that vision for nothing?”

a glimmer of irritation crossed zhongli’s calm eyes. “this is a matter of utmost importance, director. the dead refusing to die is a serious issue.”

“you think i don’t know that? i run a funeral parlor-“

“director-“

“no. i’m going to wuwang hill, and all i need you to do is take care of the parlor while i’m gone. that’s it.”

“director, please. you cannot throw yourself into dangerous situations and expect me to sit by idly.”

“what are you, my dad?”

“i would hope not, as your father is currently deceased.”

in the gaping silence that followed, hu tao couldn’t decide if she was more shocked at the fact that he brought up her father’s passing, or that he had borderline joked about it.

zhongli cleared his throat, the only sign of apology she would receive. “i will go alone if i must.”

“you want to go-“

“indeed. i cannot allow you to venture into such an unsafe area on your own, and i myself wish to find the answer to this. if you cannot find anybody to run the parlor in your stead, then i will simply go alone.”

names and faces of employees ran through her head, options brought up and discarded quicker than any decision she’s ever made before. something in her soul demanded she go to wuwang hill, her pyro vision an insistent press between her shoulder blades, urging her to leave zhongli and just go. it was illogical, irrational, and she knew that if he saw he’d be worried and when all she needed was to simply leave-

a name emerged from the clutter.

“ferrylady.”

though his jaw ticked, zhongli nodded.

wuwang hill itself is uneasy.

zhongli has seen many things during his lifetime, but few of his memories could compare to this. the ground quivered underneath his feet, only truly steadying where he, as the lord of geo, stepped.

in truth, he had felt the same disturbance as hu tao, but had wanted to preserve his reputation as zhongli, ignoring the cold sting in his soul from where his gnosis used to be. his plan was to go after hours, when the dark could shadow his form, but now that he was here he was glad he didn’t.

the forest’s canopy was denser than usual, it seemed, barely any light filtering through the leaves. the will-o’-the-wisps shone brighter and more frequently than normal, and not a hilichurl was in sight. it was strange, unnerving to walk the familiar path, and he found himself prepared to summon a stele at any moment. the air itself felt tense, his element not resonating right.

how can stone feel hollow?

hu tao stepped closer to him, eyes uncharacteristically wide as she looked around. “why does it feel so… empty?”

he moved a hand to her back, urging her on faster. “i don’t know, ms. hu. please, do hurry.”

her fingers play with the tassels on her shirt as she walks, speeding up at his side. she’s always been fond of the macabre, but this… this isn’t that. this isn’t slow and sticky, raw honey made of skeleton bees that drips through bones and pulls at the hair atop skin, this isn’t the abrupt hit of symbolism or the stop of a heart as you’re face to face with a corpse, the smell of rotting flesh mixing with the bile climbing up your throat.

this is sharp. angular. a spike with every step she takes on the familiar dirt, thorns clinging to the lining of her lungs and digging in to hide from the chilling air. the sense that she doesn’t belong here, that she should leave, is steadily growing in response to the drive to keep walking, and she wonders if and when it’ll balance before tipping over. regardless, she keeps walking, steeling her spine and forcing assuredness into her walk.

besides her, zhongli isn’t doing much better. the air reeks of the sweetness of the divine, and the thundering in his heart matches, but here? of all places? he knew his god—he prided himself on it—and knew that they didn’t like places like this. and the feeling of wrongness, the stone beneath him seeming to slip under his feet and forcing him to walk quicker to make up for it, the claws of tree branches and roots of bushes somehow larger than before. as they approached the stone steps, he didn’t know what to expect, for once. he was unsure whether to be on edge, or to scold himself for being tense over nothing.

surely, he thought, rounding the corner, it couldn’t be nothing?

you watched the water ripple from your safe spot on the edge of the stone path cutting through it, smiling at the way the fish followed your hand when you hovered it over the surface. they were beautiful, some kind of koi by the looks of it, and certainly not what you expected.

when you recognized the wisps of wuwang hill, you had initially been afraid. it was dark, even during the day, and filled with monsters. not to mention it held the barrier between life and death, something you were not keen on ever getting close to. but as the shouts of the qingce villagers echoed in your ears, you decided it was the safest option, at least for the moment.

and it was. there were no hilichurls, no cicin mages, and the wisps seemed to float alongside you, lighting the way for a while before another came up and took over. they’d guided you to the domain, whose stone was shockingly warm. it was the crimson witch domain from what you remember, so that checked out, but for it to physically affect the stone…

you wondered what the archaic petra domain would feel like if that were the case. could stone feel more stone-like? if you were to somehow break off a chunk, would it do more damage than a regular rock? would that even count as geo damage?

you let your hand trail across the water, feeling scales bump against the pads on your fingertips with another smile. you wondered where they got their food, as the pond seemed both shallow and fairly barren, but there seems to be more and more greenery as you look. were your eyes adjusting to the light better, or were they the kinds of plants that only bloomed under certain conditions? but no, that would be for flowers, not-

“who are you?”

the harsh voice makes you jump, the fish jerking back before crowding the water near where you’ve fallen over. your surprise nearly made you fall in, but as you see who’s approaching you, you think that might have been better.

boots stomp over the stone that’s been your tentative camp, not stopping until they land toe to toe with yours. eyes carved from cor lapis glare down at you, cutting any argument you may have had to shreds.

yes, partly because zhongli is intimidating, but…

lighter shoes click and draw your attention, but you don’t get to turn your head far before you’re met with the pulsing black and gold point of vortex vanquisher.

“do not interest yourself in that which is out of your reach.”

oh.

you swallow in attempt to remedy the sudden dryness in your throat, following the handle of the polearm up to meet his eyes once more. his eyeliner looks sharper than on his in-game model, you note, and he has an earring, the golden jewel on it a perfect complement.

his eyes narrow, the set of his jaw making you think he’d sneer if he were anybody else. he rips his polearm from the stone besides you, “what could you possibly be looking at?”

you know this is it. you know exactly why he hasn’t spun his weapon back around, you knew it from the moment his sunset gaze fell upon you. so.. why lie?

“you’re beautiful,” you whisper.

and for the second time that week, you die.

#THIS IS NOTHING LIKE THE ASK IM SO SORRY #the rest of the fic only diverges even further akcidjwlald #i SWEAR my original plot made more sense but then it ran away before i got to venti and— hhhh sorry #genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin #sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau amber #sagau ningguang #ningguang #sagau keqing #keqing #sagau hu tao #hu tao #zhongli #sagau zhongli #part one baybeee #out of like. 4. #i took so long to post bc i wanted to post the full fic at once. that didn’t work out so here we are- #this whole thing was meant to be like 5k words tops but nooo my stupid BRAIN had to hit 8.7k #and i’m thinking abt adding like two more scenes????? hello??? #my neuros are so far diverged— #mmmmm yeah this is good enough to post. why not

[hearts4kaulitz]

Cuddling one shots on a tour bus w/ bill 🤭 like yall paint eachothers nail and do eachothers eyeliner while sitting on eachothers laps. Or if reader is tired while on tour she'll fall asleep in bills lap (maybe tom takes a couple photos 👿) bill running his hands though readers hair etc. Yk shit like that 😍😍😍

schatz ; darling

TOUR BUS ANTICS.

bill x gn! reader

YOU AND BILL SAT TOGETHER ON THE TOUR BUS, you two had chose to sit by each other because one, your dating and two, itd be fun to look at stupid buildings and giggle about them.

but you two also needed to spend more time together, of course you did but alot of the time stuff got in the way so this was a good opportunity to spend time with eachother.

“bill look at that one” you held back your laughter as you pointed to an oddly shaped building.

he just chuckled and watched as the bus soared past it, looking over to you and realized some of your nail polish was starting to wear off.

bill painted his and your nails regularly even if you weren’t going on tour or somewhere important, it was a fun way to spend time with you.

he pointed at your hand and looked at you with a small smile, you instantly knew what he meant.

“do you have any?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow as it was followed by a mumbled “probably..” from bill as he began to search his bag.

soon he pulled out a small bottle of black nail polish and held it up to you. you grinned and laid one of your hands on the arm rest you two were supposed to share.

“my professional nail tech” you joked as bill giggled at bit began to turn the lid so it would open.

it cracked open after a bit of effort as he gently grabbed your hand and began to brush the raven paint onto your nails.

“how long will it take to dry again..?” you questioned, as the boy focused on your nails, trying his best not to get paint on your actual fingers.

“maybe five minutes…” he muttered, tucking some of his loose hair away. he hadn’t styled it that morning because he had to wake up so early.

a dramatic groan left your lips as you rolled your head to the side, admiring the scenes you strolled past.

you turned your head to your hand and grinned, “i love it,” you grinned softly and looked as his smile grew in excitement.

“its not even that long of a wait..” bill giggled at your over exaggerated reaction and finished on your first hand, moving to your other quickly.

a bit later, he pulled away and looked at your nails that were now painted. “do you like it?” he asked, smiling nervously.

you leaned in swiftly and pecked his nose, blushing a light pink.

SOME TIME HAD PASSED, you were resting your head on his shoulder, completely bored out of your mind.

“bill…im bored..” you croaked, looking up at him with a displeased frown. “well what do you wanna do?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

you thought for a moment before realizing he hadn’t done his eyeliner yet, a smile forming on your lips. “wanna do each other’s eyeliner?” you said excited.

there was a quick nod from bill before he once again, rummaged though his bag before pulling out an eyeliner pen.

“whos going first?” he asked, holding out the pen just in case you wanted to. “i will” you smiled before taking the pen gently and shimmying onto his lap so you could get a better angle.

bill chuckled a bit and rested his hands on your hips, “oh shutup,” you smirked and grabbed his face more aggressive so he’d shush.

“alright, close your eyes.” you ordered as bill obliged and shut his eyes quickly, you cupped one of his cheeks and began to drag the black pencil across his eyelids.

“stop moving!” you squeaked in annoyance as bill purposely moved his eyes around to get on your nerves. “fine…” he sighed dramatically.

you rolled your eyes before returning to your job, finishing up on the medium sized wing.

you moved to his second eye briskly and drew a matching line and began to fill it in. “schatz, are you finished yet…?” he whined, fiddling with his fingers that were tied behind your back impatiently.

“almost..” you muttered, coloring in the wing as fast as you could without making it look bad.

finally, you pulled away and looked at it. it wasnt symmetrical of course but it looked fine at first glance.

bill opened his eyes quickly as you giggled, “im pretty good at eyeliner, eh?” you asked before grabbing the small mirror beside you that you took out a few moments before.

he turned his head to get good angles of the eyeliner and smiled, “it looks amazing.” he complimented as you hugged his quickly.

“awww!” a voice rang out in tease as you both looked to see it was and low and behold, it was his bother.

“shutup tom!” bill yelled annoyed as a snicker left his brothers mouth before he lifted up his phone and showed you two the multiple pictures of you together as you did his eyeliner.

“oh my god you asshole.” you grinned, pushing his phone away as you fell from bills lap and onto the brick felt cushions.

“wait until i show gustav and georg,” tom teased as he sat up swiftly and began to walk off towards their direction, calling out for the two others.

you and bill laid there for a moment before you began to giggle, “hows management gonna feel about those?” you asked, smirking as you looked at him.

the raven haired boy just groaned as threw his head back, sinking farther into the seats.

YOU HAD MOVED YOUR HEAD ONTO BILLS LAP AS A PILLOW, cause god forbid the pillows that came with the tour bus were horrible.

bill played with your hair as ran some of the strands down his the palm of his hand gently, smiling gently as you drifted into a sleep.

he did his best not to ruin it but he couldn’t help but mess with it a tiny bit, he loved to play with his own hair but most of the time he was having a war with hairspray and gel when he did his hair.

he admired the way your features rested on your face while you rested, the way your eyelashes fluttered a bit when there was a small bump or when you turned your head to the side.

you were absolutely perfect to him and there was no denying it, without any doubt he would say you were the attractive person in the world and honestly he couldn’t believe you were his.

he couldn’t believe someone so perfect fell for him, of course you fell first but he fell harder.

and he always would, he would always fall for you. everyday his love grew for you and it would never stop. he was head over heels for you and as much as the boys teased him for it, it was worth it.

you were worth it, you were worth everything.

#bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #x reader #ynstories #ao3 #bill x reader #hearts4kaulitz #wattpad #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader

[luvfy0dor]

"Keep warm with me" ; Seasonal Scenarios ੈ✩‧₊˚ BSD x GN!Reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Chuuya Nakahara

Warnings; None! Pure fluff.

Description; Several winter-themed scenarios with select bsd boys! (Part 1/?)

A/N; In Fyodors part I wrote it how the way I make hot chocolate, I know some people make it very different but yk 😭 were getting back into the swing of things you guys except I gotta take two chapters of notes for my AP class....hmu if u got notes for chapter 24/25 of Traditions & Encounters; A Global Perspective on the Past Updated Sixth Edition...💔

Fyodor Dostoevsky ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Snuggling together and hot chocolate

Huddled up on the comfortable couch together, you watched the snow fall outside. Your body was pressed against your boyfriends, his arms wrapped around your torso as you both basked in the warmth from the nearby fire. Fyodors eyes started to droop, his breathing soft and steady. Your head was on his shoulder with a warm blanket sprawled out over your back and therefore over him, trapping some heat for the both of you to use.

Your fingers entangled themselves in Fyodors hair, gently twirling the straight strands around your fingers. He could feel your soft breaths against his skin, smiling at the sensation. He feels your arms gently tighten around him as you snuggle into him further, breathing in his scent of lavender, which only aids in lulling you to sleep. His voice, however, swiftly catches you from falling into a peaceful, void of dreams.

"Are you warm enough, dear?" He asks quietly, just barely over a whisper, his hands rubbing up and down your arms before he tilts your head upwards with his finger under your chin to look at him. You nod with a smile, which he returns and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. His hand gently holds your cheek while rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. You both pull away after a couple of seconds, and you can feel his warm hands move you off of him, lifting the blanket to get up from the couch. You shiver at the feeling of cold air hitting your skin, your teeth chattering a bit.

"Where are you going?" You ask, tilting your head and wrapping the blanket around you to trap more warmth in the makeshift cocoon. He walks towards the kitchen, the sound of his feet hitting the floor quietly fills your ears as you watch his form. "I'm going to make hot chocolate, do you want some?" He says, turning to look at you after rummaging through the cabinets that were filled with numerous things, which were usually relatively organized.

You nod eagerly, craving the sweet drink now that he had mentioned it. "Alright." He says before grabbing a pot and filling it with tap water, putting it on the stove and cranking the heat up. He stands against the counter while he waits. He feels drawn to the window, so that is exactly where he goes, leaning over and peering outside, the snow glistening as it fell. The dim glow of the kitchen lights illuminated Fyodors skin as he leaned against the sill, his lips parted ever so slightly. You study every curve in his face, finding each one as beautiful as the others. He glances over at you, presumably having felt your stare.

"Yes, moya lyubov?" He says, his head leaning further in his hand before he turns his whole body to face you. The pale pink color of his thin lips nearly blended with his skin tone as he stood, his reflection clear as day in the glass pane. You shook your head. "Nothing, just lookin' at you." You say, your voice slightly muffled by the blanket you held close. His cheeks become a bit rosier while the lanky man bit on his fingernails and averted his eyes.

"Oh, alright then.." He walks back over to the stove, peeking over at the boiling pot of water and deeming it hot enough. He turns the stove down and grabs two mugs from another cabinet, placing them firmly on the counter before carefully pouring the steaming water into the cups. He pours in the powder, stirring the mixture together before putting some ice in them. He carries them over, cautious of his surroundings and making sure not to do something silly like trip over his own feet. He places the ceramic mugs on the coffee table, crawling under the blanket with you while they cool a bit more.

You open your arms for Fyodor, swiftly embracing him. He started to scooch around a bit, seemingly finding a comfortable position. His foot brushes over the skin of your ankle, making you yelp a bit and pull your body away from his. He looks at you, a bit confused by your sudden movement. "Jeez, Fyodor, you need some fuzzy socks or something, your feet are so cold." You say, your eyebrows furrowed. He laughs a bit and places his warm hands on your sides, his thumbs gently massaging your waist. "Mm, well I can make up for it by warming you up a bit, my dear." He says with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You sigh softly, his hands warm to the touch from holding the glasses of hot chocolate.

"Mm, that's a lot better." You say, flashing your teeth in a small grin. You put your arms around Fyodors neck and cuddle into him and he does the same, only his arms are under yours. You reach over for your hot chocolate and bring the cup to your lips, sipping on it carefully as not to spill any. You hum in approval, placing the mug back down on the table. "Good?* He asks, his fingers softly caressing the back of your neck, making you squirm a bit. "Very good, thank you." You press a gentle, chaste kiss to his jawline, making him blush a bit. The corner of his lips are tugged into a small smile, matching his gentle expression.

"Mhm, anything for you. I love these relaxing evenings with you, they're so calming and sweet." He mumbles against your head, giving you a gentle squeeze as he starts drifting off to sleep in your arms. You can't help but smile at his words, nuzzling into him further.

"Me too." You say quietly, adjusting the blanket before you also doze off, your head pressed against his shoulder and your legs entangled with his.

Chuuya Nakahara ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Baking and decorating cookies

You and Chuuya had recently been sucked into the world of culinary shows, specifically the baking ones. You both had the intense belief that you two could both make the same thing first try without experience, so you decided to try it. So, there you both stood in your kitchen, an array of ingredients sitting in front of you in the counter. Chuuya was more into the decorating part than the actual baking half, so you both settled on that premade mix that you only add eggs and milk to.

You stood with your hands on your hips, the sleeves of your wooly sweater rolled up to your elbows. The cold, winter air gave you goosebumps and made the hair on your arms stand up a bit. You watched Chuuya try to open the mix, but the tear strip seemingly didn't exist because he clearly couldn't find it. You reached out for the bag.

"Here, Chuuya, let me see it. I'll cut it open." You say, watching him struggle some more, his eyebrows furrowed. "No it's alright darlin', I got it." He reassured you, to which you raised your eyebrow and continued to watch him try to pry the bag open. "It's alright, Chuuya, we can just-" you're cut off by the loud popping sound of the bag opening, cookie mix going all over the place, turning your boyfriends familiar fiery orange hair partially white. It was all over both of your faces as you blankly stares at eachother before erupting into a fit of laughter.

After a couple seconds, you're able to calm down, your body leaning against his with your head hung and shoulders shaking. The giggles fade out before you return to your upright position.

"Alright, I guess we'll just have one bag" you say, amusement still prominent in your voice. He giggles and wipes some of the powder off of your cheek when he cups it, leaning in and speaking quietly against your lips. "Im sorry doll." He laughs and presses his lips to yours, humming quietly into the kiss. When he pulls away, his pretty blue eyes stare into your (e/c) ones, flickering down to your lips every now and again. "And you still taste as sweet as ever." His words make you blush and pull away with a flustered grin, covering your face with your hand. "Quit it." You mumble, your other hand pressed against your boyfriends chest. You redirect your attention to the other bag of cookie mix in the counter, grabbing that along with a pair of scissors.

You cut along the top, throwing out the strip of plastic and pouring the powder into a large bowl. "Look at that, no explosion." You tease Chuuya a bit, who just playfully rolls his eyes and grabs the milk and eggs from the refrigerator. He measures out the proper amount of milk and cracks the eggs into the bowl. He then tosses the eggshells and washes his hands, drying them off before hugging you from behind while you mix everything together. You smile softly at his affectionate action, his head resting on your shoulder.

You both sway with one another until you finish mixing everything together and step away to grab a cookie sheet and some parchment paper. "Alright, Chuuya, are we making shapes out of these or are we just rolling them into balls?" You tilt your head, squinting your eyes as you think on the decision, as does he. "Well, we don't have any cookie cutters, but I think we could make shapes on our own, yeah?" He says cockily, taking some of the dough and starting to make some sort of form. You couldn't quite tell what it was, but he seemed pretty proud.

"Look at that! I'd like to see those baking show people try this." He says, grabbing another piece of dough. You tilt your head every which way trying to figure out what it was. "Chuuya...what is that? Is it an airplane?" You ask. He gives you an offended look and shakes his head. "No, it's a little person, and I even made another one. It's you and me." He says, embarrassedly. You feel your heart skip a beat at the silly, yet loving and caring action. "No, Chuuya, I didn't mean that, I can clearly tell that's us! Who wouldn't be able to? We look so cute in cookie form, oh my gosh." You say, placing your hands on his shoulders as you excitedly look at the little cookie couple. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, doll." You return to the bowl of dough, both of you using the rest of it to make smaller shapes like hearts or stars, and even some plain circles. Chuuya stuck them in the oven and set a timer, washing the oily feeling from the cookie dough off of his hands. While he does that, you figure out how you mix different colors of icings and put them into little icing bags, making an array of colors. You were obviously making one hell of a pile of dishes for yourself later, too, but you'd like to say you live in the moment.

You both waited for the timer to count down, then waiting again for the cookies to cool down on the stove top. The penthouse smelled so sweet, and your hunger only made it smell sweeter. You grabbed a plate to put all of the cookies on and another for each of you to decorate. You grabbed one of the bags filled with bright red icing, carefully piping it onto the cookie. You could see Chuuya out of the corner of your eye putting all his effort into the mini him. You could tell he was taking this seriously because he was even using a toothpick to perfect every detail of his icing-hair. You smiled and continued to decorate your cookies, placing them onto the plate when finished. By the time you were done with every cookie you had made, Chuuya had decorated cookie you and cookie him. He held them up proudly to show you, being careful not to hold them too vertically, making the icing run.

"Oh, darlin', we gotta sign me up for those shows right now, that was way too easy." He says with a smug grin, placing the two works of art on a plate separate from everything else. "They're absolutely gorgeous, Chuuya." You say with a smile. "I bet they taste just as good." You say, reaching to grab one, which he smacks your hand away. "I'm sorry, but you are not eating those ones first. We have all these other not cool or special cookies and you wanna eat those first." He says, giving you an absolutely perplexed look. You blink and nod in understanding, taking a bite out of a different, star shaped one.

"Alright, I won't eat those ones yet, but this one is really good. Try it." You say, holding the cookie up to Chuuyas mouth, him taking a large bite out of it. "Mm, yeah, that is really good." He says after swallowing it.

"Do you think they're as good as the ones those people make on TV?" You ask. He nods, running his fingers through his hair and adjusting it. "Absolutely. Those ones are rushed and have no love put into them whatsoever." He says, leaning against the counter. "Not ours though, ours are ten times better." He proudly says. You grin and embrace your boyfriend, leaning your head on top of his. "I agree, we did such a good job." You hum, playing with his hair softly. "You know it, doll." He says, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he snuggles into your body, enjoying the warmth you emit.

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[the-kr8tor]

Hii, this is my first time requesting, but I had a cute fluff idea I wanted to give.

I really wanna see hobie and Crowely having like some kind of truce. like for example, reader is busy with work or wtv, giving neither hobie nor crowely any attention, so they kinda join forces to get readers attention and its all cute and stuff. Yk just something light and sweet.

Hope you like this ❤️

Thank you for the request! Any request with the cats is a favourite of mine 🥰 hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

The cats are based on this fic

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Hobie watches you from the bedroom's doorway, hands on his hip, sighing deeply. You look up from your laptop propped on your knees, the blanket providing a thin barrier between your legs and the warmth of the computer. Your back aches from the position, the pillow you use to prop yourself up is not helping your posture, you hear your neck creak when you look at Hobie through tired eyes.

"You okay?" You say, throat scratchy.

"Am I okay? Love, you've been in the same position since I left, did you even take a break?"

Crowley appears behind Hobie's legs, meowing in agreement, he's been trying to get your attention since you sat down. But alas you need to finish this paper before midnight or your grade will tank. You've only taken a few five minute breaks for when you absolutely needed to, like when you need to feed the cats, go to the bathroom, and scream into the void, (aka your pillow)

Crumpet and Teacup gave up seeking your attention hours ago. Tea has never left your side though, curling herself next to your warm laptop. You can see a glimpse of Crumpet lounging in her cat condo through the open door.

Crowley has been an absolute menace, crawling over your laptop, making you guiltily move him away. He paws at you, meowing for a second of your attention. You give him quick pets, but that seemed to not be enough for him.

Now Crowley has an ally, Hobie tilts his head at you questioningly, Crowley copies his movements, making you raise your brow. Sometimes you think Crowley is actually a human trapped in a cat's body. His action makes you go back to your little conspiracy theory.

"Did he just copy you?" You ask, bewildered.

"You're avoiding the question," Hobie takes a few steps towards the foot of the bed, leaning with both hands over the soft mattress. Crowley does the same, swiftly jumping next to your covered feet. He meows loudly. "Your lips are bloody cracked!" Hobie squints his eyes, looking at your dry lips, you would've gotten flustered with his staring but his concern makes you look up at him apologetically.

Crowley looks at Hobie for a second before squinting his emerald eyes back to you. He clearly agrees with Hobie.

" 'm sorry, I did take breaks, promise! I just really need to finish this before the deadline, I'm only a few words behind the word count needed" you bat your eyes prettily at Hobie, his eyes soften, you slyly smile victoriously.

Crowley seems to notice Hobie falling for your tactic, he puts his paw over Hobie's hand, looking up at him. They have a silent conversation, you question reality, maybe you are severely dehydrated. Crowley has never initiated touch towards Hobie, he never even goes near him, always staring at him with narrowed eyes and an angry mewl.

You notice they're in a truce. Hobie nods his head at Crowley while the demon spawn looks back at you, adorable face looking down smugly. You look at them confused at what they're planning.

"You said you're only a few words behind, right?" You nod, fingers itching to type again, Hobie continues "it's only half past nine, you have enough time to complete it. C'mon stretch your legs for me" Hobie moves to your side, trying to flip away the blanket, but you stay glued to it. Teacup stretches next to you, ignoring the conversation before going back to sleep. Sometimes you wish you were a cat instead.

"I can't, I still have to proofread and edit it" you pout your lips "I'll stretch after" you cup his jaw, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips, Hobie completely melts at your touch. Crowley looks at him judgingly. If only cats could roll their eyes, Crowley would be rolling them right now.

"Fine" Hobie sighs, giving up "but you need to drink some water, yeah? I'll bring it to you" he stands up, Crowley stares at him, meowing softly, he swears that was a scoff. "Don't look at me like that, you would've fallen for it too"

You barely registered the interaction, your attention now back to your work, the words swirling around, typing up a storm.

Hobie brings you a glass, you quickly gulp it down, going back to work, sparing only a quick thanks to Hobie. The faster you finish it, the sooner you can get back to your boys.

Hobie lays down next to you a few minutes later, now in clean and comfy clothes. He doesn't want to bother you while you're focused so instead of cuddling, he sighs, bringing his long leg over yours, closing his eyes, waiting for sleep. Well if you can't beat them join them right?

Crowley has one last idea to get your attention. As you type away, you don't notice the black void walking between you and Hobie, he curls up next to his neck, purring loudly. He waits for you to notice.

Hobie savors the rare affection from Crowley, knowing that it's him right away through his familiar purring that he only hears when Crowley cuddles up next to you.

Hours later, You still haven't noticed them, hands almost cramping, you finish the final proofread and edit, sending it a few minutes before the deadline. You smile and stretch your aching back and arms, closing the laptop victoriously.

You look to your left, Teacup still asleep, spread out over your blanket, through the open door you see Crumpet take a stroll in your flat, you tilt your head at what she's doing up this late. You gesture for her to get in bed next to you, she happily trots up, jumping to your right, you follow her movements. She lies between you and Hobie, mirroring Tea's position.

You glance up at Hobie's sleeping face, the sight takes your breath away, Crowley sleeps peacefully next to Hobie's neck, curled around himself. Hobie's face is right on top of Crowley's fur, snuggling into him.

You clutch your chest at how adorable the scene is, you quietly take your phone from the nightstand, making sure the camera's shutter is on silent and the flash off. You must've taken a hundred pictures of them, you have a huge grin on your lips, eyes sparkling, finally they've warmed up to each other after months of them bickering (mostly on Crowley's part)

You sigh longingly wanting to be a part of their little cuddle pile. You realize you can, so you take your devices over to the side table, slowly and quietly sliding down to lay next to them, careful not to wake them. Looking at Hobie's face, you can't help but press a quick kiss on his forehead, wishing he has a good dream. You close your eyes, content.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

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[fluloa]

I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE NEYTIRI SMUT??? idk what leads up to idea so imma just jump in.. so yk how neytiri is a badass but she also has a sweet, bashful side to her? i was thinking maybe the reader is more on the dominant side but that specific day, neytiri is like “nawl i wanna be the dominant one rn 🤨” and they kind of have a back and forth where they try to out-dom each other and flirty banter and shit (LMFAO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THAT PART) and the reader finally gives in bc they think her determination is hot but the whole time the reader is still praising her 🤭 she has so many layers to her, you could write all types of smut for her frfr.. i’m so in love with her send help 🙏

🦕

p.s.

be the jake to my neytiri? or the other way around i don’t care 😻

YOU HAVE BEEN UP MY FUCKING ASS FOR THIS SO BE GRATEFUL DINO ANON.

You had just arrived back from hunting when finding Neytiri sat down peacefully on your shared rest place, unwinding her braids with fluent fingers. You let your bow slip from your arm and clatter to the ground, sighing in gentle exhaustion as you lean down and kiss your mate on the cheek. “So tired,” you mumble, collapsing beside her as you stretch out your limbs.

“Tired?” Neytiri asks, a soft pout of her lip that has your eyes fluttering open to look up at her. You let your gaze skim over her, black locks of curls out and layering at her shoulders, a beaded neck piece that just skims over her nipples.

“Maybe not that tired.” You murmur, rising up on your elbows, grabbing her lips in a swift kiss. You shift to push her down onto the ground, but she places a hand on your forearm.

“My love, I would like to be in charge,” she says, instead pushing you to the ground.

“Hm,” you tease, dragging a hand up her thigh from below and skimming past her loincloth to glide two fingers up her damp slit. “You sure?”

She responds by gripping at your right thigh, and moving it to sit against her hip. The movement pulls you closer to her, pressing your clothed cunt against her abdomen. You bite the inside of your cheek, skin growing warm.

"I’m very sure." Neytiri whispers, voice luxurious and smooth. She leans back down to you, catching your lips once again.

Her skilled tongue dances against yours, and her hands grab at your hips, pushing them back before pulling them right back onto her stomach. Your pussy pulses, and you blabber against her mouth as your hands find their way up into her wavy, smooth hair.

She moves your hips in an upwards circular emotion, and you let a groan slip, as the scratchy material of your loincloth rubs against your clit. It stung, but it stung so addictively good.

"Want you so bad, now..." you murmur, distorted by her tongue and lips moving swiftly against your own. Her lower body shifts, and tilts upwards, changing the contact from her stomach onto her pussy. Your fingers lock into her raven locks, twisting and tightening on the fluffy threads.

She grinds your clothed cunt against hers, her own breathy moan leaving her. You were practically dripping by now, and you feel a seep of your arousal slip past your bottoms and dribble down your thigh.

Neytiri pulls away to take a deep breath, lips messily wet and puffy. Long bangs of her black hair fall in front of her face, blue skin tinted a purply haze. She looks breath-taking. Your stomach swirls with hot anticipation.

Her eyes run to your thigh, and a shocked giggle becomes from her throat. "My love, you’re so wet."

“Mmph, I’d like to see your pussy then.” You lowly laugh, but it quickly morphs into a hazed gasp when she slides her two fingers upwards along the line of your wetness, gathering it on the pads of them. She pushes the fingers past your lips, a look of curiosity on her face.

You’re surprised by the sudden act of kink, but nonetheless suck on her warm delicate digits, your tongue swirling around them glutton-like. She gently grins, pushing them deeper into your mouth until they reach the back of your tongue.

You try not to automatically gag, eyes still remaining on hers. Then she takes them out, wiping the messy wet fingers on your thigh.

She moves herself downwards, and you gulp when her warm breath fans against your cunt. You lower your head weakly, watching as she sticks her tongue out and looks up to you, slowly flattening her tongue along your slit. Her thick length strokes up your sex, long and slow.

Your hands slap onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you squeak. "A-ah, Neytiri, baby.. you're teasing."

Her tongue presses against your pussy harder, then swirling around your clit threateningly. Her yellow eyes glare into yours.

"I know,” she blunts. She scoops her arms around your thighs swiftly, hands placing on the side of your stomach and thumbs bending into the skin just below your belly button.

Her tongue flicks against your padded cunt again, as her shoulders raise against your thighs, forcefully pushing them higher up. Your fingers dig into the gritty ground beneath you.

You mewl as she angles her tongue to glide amongst the inside of your folds, feathering at sensitive blotches of wet flesh, the tip teasing around your actual entrance. She then hooks her fingers around the underwear, and she pulls them down to your thighs, a slick of your fluid sticking to the material. Soft fingers rake up your slit, gathering wetness on her fingers again.

“Good girl,” you praise, pushing her head up gently into your pussy more. She likes that, because her tail flicks up. You end up pushing her again, but this time it’s to flip her onto her back. She doesn’t even realise what’s going on until you’re untying both your loincloths, kneeling in front of her as you prepare one of her legs to swing over your slim shoulder.

“Ma Y/N…” she begins, not able to hide the moan when you graze your wet pussy along her own.

“I’ll let you connect our tsaheylus, hm? That sound good?” you reason, starting to gently rock your hips. A swing of heat rushes through your stomach, immediate pleasure coming from the movement and you can’t help but sigh.

Neytiri whines, but she can’t get herself to move as you grind your pussy into hers, bumping her clit with smooth, sloppy motions. She starts bucking her hips up into you, earning a surprised gasp from your chest. Her fingers find your waist, and she finds a rough rhythm as her waist wiggles back and forth. Your mouth agapes, and Neytiri lets a grin stretch upon her plump lips.

She takes you aback when she suddenly swings herself over, causing you to tumble to the ground and now, she is on top, angling her hips to yours and—

“Ooh, shit,” you cry out, as Neytiri rocks her cunt along yours and moving her hips up and down throughout it. You feel so good, your clit catching onto hers and your wetness gooing together with hers.

“Mm…” Neytiri smiles, eyes fluttery as she watches your face contort in pleasure. “Feels so good.”

You’re the one that’s fumbling for your tsaheylu, grabbing hers from her back and connecting them in one flustered movement. Bursts of colorful emotion fills you both, the pleasure increased by a hundred and your head digs into the ground, back arching.

It only makes Neytiri strive harder, wrapping an arm around your thigh and now using it as a leverage to move your cunt faster against hers. “Shiiit— doing good. Mhm, doing so good. My beautiful girl,” you rush.

“Mhm,” Neytiri hums gratefully, leaning her face against your leg in the most adorable way as if she isn’t fucking your pussy ferociously right now. Your orgasm’s drawing near, and she knows, and you know hers is too.

“You gonna gush all over me? Please, baby.” You moan, swaying your hips up to meet her messy thrusts. “Need you to.”

“Yes, yes,” she whines. “Want you to come with me. You’re going to.” Her pace picks up a notch, pulling your body up and down forcefully. Goddamn, you would never get over her hidden strength.

The coil in your belly snaps, the wave of ecstasy crashing through your system and racking you completely until you’re left a shaking mess. She finishes right after, hitting you with another wave and you can feel tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, it’s that shockingly good. You chant her name between tiny gasps of air, fingers digging into her skin like if you let go, you’ll lose her.

Neytiri lazily slumps against you when the high’s faded out, circling a finger around your thigh with a loose smirk playing on her lips. “Look at our mess,” she comments, eyes set on the space where your bodies collide.

“Yeah,” you giggle softly. “Who’s gonna clean it up?”

She then presses a thumb at your clit, circling it gently as she watches you gasp in overstimulating horror, preparing you for what seems to be round two. “You are.”

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[trsrina]

playing genshin impact with zerobaseone

written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic

!! mentions of death in a game, mentions of food, not proofread

jiwoong

- the type to have no idea what he’s doing like he’s trying his best

- type to main whatever 5 star character he got first which was diluc who he finds really cool (diluc is so hot js like jiwoong) and kaveh is probably on his team

- he can beat normal opponents but sucks at fighting bosses and would need your help with domains/bosses

- makes you help him do spiral abyss but still acts tough and tries to help you fight off enemies in co-op but dies immediately

zhanghao

- has no idea what he’s doing pt 2

- only playing it bc you asked him to and he’s confused af yk with his disturbed face while he’s looking back and forth from your screen to his, contemplating how the hell he’s supposed to fight off those weird creatures which look like ricky to him while poor kaeya is being beat up on his screen

- yae miko main. idk what it is about them but they remind me of each other

- way too freaking lucky, somehow pulled yae the first day playing and manages to win all his 50/50s

hanbin

- plays it just to spend time with you and exerts a concerning amount of energy into this game just so he could have another common interest with you

- nahida or ganyu main

- ends up being better at genshin than you and helps you do your dailies, spiral abyss, trounce domains etc

- best co-op buddy in zb1!! lets you steal stuff from his world

matthew

- confused at hell at first but ends up being addicted

- look hear me out gorou’s like 99.999% on his team and mains ayaka no reason for this

- at first, he would pout and start mumbling about how weird this game is and the next week he’s ar 40 already somehow and has already progressed to sumeru

- buys you matching genshin keychains and stuff and probably will whale for himself but nags about how you’re wasting money on whaling for yourself

taerae

- idk why but i feel like he’d be concerningly good at genshin at first and speeds through the archon quests smoothly

- mains tighnari or yoimiya he just reminds me of these characters and he thinks tighnari is cute (prob a cynonari shipper)

- his red flag is that he enjoys fighting stormterror during the quest and smiles during spiral abyss and spends primogems on the standard banner

- loves doing quests like world quests too and commissions to him is so fun because he likes helping people

ricky

- another natural at the game ricky is just good at everything he does

- al haitham main he says it’s because he’s young and rich, tall and handsome, just like him and has eula on his team probably

- plays with a straight face like no look of anger or frustration is on his face at all while his hands are swiftly moving across the screen like a pro

- logs onto your account occasionally to buy you genesis crystals and you who’s playing on another device is like wth and then you message ricky angrily for wasting money on a game

gyuvin

- bro played genshin since launch like he’s a veteran most probably plays even better than you (he’s ar 60) and imagine the way his face lights up when he finds out you also play genshin

- he is so childe/itto main coded, don’t tell me this man isn’t real life itto and likes to throw ushi for fun

- jokingly makes fun of you for being bad at the game then steals your phone to help you and forces you to buy him food as a thank you

- would go to your world just to steal stuff and annoy you, trolls you in your own world and would push you off cliffs with jean

gunwook

- another one that only plays bc u play

- he’s good at everything so he ends up being good at genshin too, he’d easily surpass you in adventure rank

- i thought long and hard about this but ayato main idk why either really and kazuha is also a strong contender. loves exploring areas with kazuha and using his skill

- whenever he sees that you’re playing, he would immediately flock over to your side and asks to join your world. would help you defeat whatever bosses you want him to and help you farm. would go around finding chests for you

yujin

- i think yujin would also be good at genshin but not as good as the others like maybe 40 something ar while the others are at 50 something

- he’s baby so klee main but this evil boy loves blowing things up and killing random animals. torturing hillichurls is his favourite pastime

- would randomly request to join your world sometimes but when you’re busy and reject him, he would spam you with numerous messages and the ‘:(((‘ emoticon along with the genshin sticker things

- the type to completely ignore world quests and absolutely hates doing his dailies

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[beanzfandoms]

since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3

"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"

A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.

Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader

Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush

Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊

Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)

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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.

(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.

"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.

"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"

"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."

(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."

"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.

(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."

"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.

"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.

Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.

"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.

"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."

The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"

"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.

"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."

---

"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"

No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.

"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"

"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.

"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."

"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."

"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.

Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.

"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"

---

"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"

"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."

Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."

"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.

"Yeah, with this, I think so."

"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.

"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."

"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."

"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."

(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.

---

"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."

"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.

"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"

"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.

"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."

"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.

"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"

"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."

---

"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.

"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."

"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.

"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."

"That's amazing..."

"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.

"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.

Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."

"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"

"Si, si, compadre."

(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.

"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.

"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.

"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."

"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.

"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."

"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.

"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."

"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."

"Is that so?"

"It's so."

---

"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.

"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."

"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."

"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"

"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"

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[danowh0re]

begging for calvin x bottom!cis!male reader

Maybe reader just teases him throughout the day, especially when he’s writing and Calvin has enough of it and bends him over ?? <33

It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it :)

Best way to come back into writing 🤭

Urge

SMUT!!! MDNI!!!

Calvin X Bottom!Cis!Male!Reader

828 words

(used y/n / he/him/they pronouns)

Little bit of anal?? | dirty talk/begging | yatta yatta yk the jist lmao and most of alll ENJOYYYYY

The look in Calvin’s face is like a dad watched his favourite football team play. So deeply tranced into the work that he is writing he can’t get out of it. What seems like seconds later when Calvin showed some liveliness and took a sip of the room temperature water that’s sitting at his side, y/n comes along. He sits right on the opposite side of the table corner where Calvin is; y/n slowly tapping his nail to the wooden desk. Making it clear he is bored out of his mind. The focused man that sits in front of him making him hard from how hardworking he is, knowing he can’t just help himself with the tent forming in his pants.

But his stubbornness pushes him back into finishing his book first before dealing with the beautiful boy in front of him. As he continued on finishing his story Calvin only half paid attention until the sight of y/n coming towards him is enough for him to close his eyes, a shutter in his breath beginning to form.

His body feeling cold suddenly after staring at the blank page for too long while he is able to see his partner's hands up from their laps clenching into fists as they sit on the other side of the table. He opened his eyes to stare at the long awaited boy in front of him. “Do you mind y/n? I have a due date for this and I can’t fuck it up.” Calvin’s voice grows louder, pausing suddenly as an idea comes to mind, but acting like y/n only wants it. “..or do you want to be fucked? Hm? Little bunny can’t even wait an hour?”

Calvin sits up from his chair, grabbing him off of the table and coming up from behind y/n and dropping their pants swiftly. Marking their territory by bending their back over the table in front of them. Y/n‘s pulsating Cock grinding against it.

A finger gliding down to their entrance as he moans softly. Pushing two fingers inside y/n, moving both fingers around making sure he can take all of him in. Y/n feeling as though his dick will explode soon if he continues to be worked so good, but being brought back to reality by the hand placed on his shoulder. “Say please.”

Marking their territory once again.

Y/n choosing to be bratty, he responds with a whiney voice, “please.. but please do tell me-“ he looks behind to look at Calvin, “w-whats taking so long..~” A smirk lays on y/n’s face as Calvin doesn’t take that comment. Releasing his fingers out of him, instantly taking off his belt and everything else after it. He jerks himself quickly to let his pre-cum coat his tip. Afterwards quickly pushing himself fully in y/n’s now loose hole.

Making a low moan which causes y/n to flinch away from him. Quickly thrusting forward, Y/n cries out his name not expecting it to hurt so much. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Calvin holds onto y/n’s shoulders firmly. Holding his head still. Not letting him move, y/n gripping the edges of the table from pure desperation to move but unable to since he was already in such a deep penetration. “Now.. Where were we? Oh yes, please continue to be such a naughty boy~" He makes y/n beg for his cock in a sweet way as he moans his name as well. "Please.. don’t stop! Please.. fill me up!!”

He gives him exactly what he wants. Slowly pumping his thick member in and out. Every inch pounding in y/n deeper than ever. Making him unable to stop his hips from rolling his waist to meet Calvin’s. His cock feels heavy yet sensitive inside him. If only it wasn’t on such a limited time slot he would go slower but.. He isn’t one to deny anyone what they want.

Just making y/n bounce more, y/n falls on his elbows making it easier for Calvin to work him in a little better. Fingers circling around his balls and the area around his base. Bringing him closer and closer to climax. While y/n calls out for Calvin more, begging him to fill him up like never before.

Calvin soon grabs onto y/n’s red-shoulders, spilling out deep into his hole, making sure to not leave anything out. Calvin’s shutters at the feeling, y/n’s reaction just begging for all of it again and again.

Calvin slips out of y/n. Quickly fixing himself up and leaving y/n barely naked. Sitting back into his chair and staring into the blank page once again.

Leaving y/n panting by himself, Calvin looks up at him for a moment, “you can leave now.” He watches him walk away slowly before looking back down to his paper, pretending to be working again. Just as he did when he was still on top of y/n.

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[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Fast Pace

requsted?: no parings: choi seungcheol x afab!reader genre: established relationship, smut warning(s): small caps r intentional (yk the drill), hair pulling, smut, cutesy bath afterwards, unprotected sex, sub!cheol, dom!reader, pet names (ma'am, honey, baby, etc), lmk if i missed anything summary: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘰, 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵... word count: 1.4k a/n: there may be a few spelling mistakes, but i got bored so i wrote this:)

you were in a girl group called 'seduction' and you and seungcheol knew eachother for quite a while. you both, as the leaders of each group, decided to do a collab on stage, which meant recording songs together, and learning choreo.

you all had already recorded all of the songs (which was very chaotic for the both of you), but all you needed to do now was make up choreography, which involved partners. everyone had been assigned, and you, luckily, had been assigned withe cheol. you were quite happy, because you were told that the choreo got quite wild a little way through, so you were happy that you didn't have to do it with someone that you didn't know aswell as how you knew cheol (nothing against the others, you loved them all equally).

now it was time for solos, you and cheol were in the centre of the dance studio while your group and his sat around the outside. you two were stood, with him behind you, and you in front of him. the dance was going perfectly, and you mastered most of the moves, until it got to a certain part of the song.

it was only for a split second that you had to do it, but you had to grind against cheol. there was a small bit of space, so it wasn't like it was a sexual action, but you couldn't help but get distracted when the dance was over. the others were cheering and clapping, but cheol gazed at your body in the reflection of the mirror. his hands were placed on your hips, and he leaned down until his mouth was in line with your ear.

"remember when i was fucking pounding into you, my hands gripping your hips while you begged me to go faster?" you face flushed red, he smirked and left a light kiss below your earlobe before letting go of your hips.

a year ago, you had won an award, and cheol wanted to reward you, so he took you back to your house and fucked you on your kitchen counter. you wouldn't be able to get that image out of your head for the rest of the day now.

•❦︎•

a few hours later, it was getting dark. cheol offered to drive you home as all the others had already gone home. you took him up on the offer, and here you were, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. you were staring out of the window when you felt a hand creep up your thigh, dipping into the waistband of your jogging pants. you looked over at him, he had his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel.

he dipped his hand into your panties, gathering your wetness on his fingers before slipping them inside of you in a swift movement. you whimpered softly at the feeling. he started to curve his fingers upwards into you.

you felt yourself coming close, so you gripped his arm to signal you were close, but he removed his fingers.

"cheol!" you almost shrieked, he just shrugged and smirked as you lightly hit his arm and folded yours over yours over your chest, frowning as you turn to face out the window.

•❦︎•

you and cheol were finally back at your house, when he started kissing you. he managed to snatch your keys and as you were pinned to the door of the house, he unlocked it and swiftly opened it, walking you both inside, but keeping your mouthes connected. he pushed you up against the now closed door, kissing you deeply, but sternly.

he grabbed your hips, directing you to the couch. you stopped him and flipped you two over so he was now sat on the couch. you waste no time in climbing on his lap, cupping his face in your hands before kissing him again.

a few minutes later, you pull away.

"what was that about?" he asks, his eyes looking at you

"i wanna be on top this time" you shrug, placing your hands on his shoulders, he smirks

"okay, but can you sit on my face please? wanna taste you so bad" he pleads, looking at you with those soft honey eyes that you oh so adored, you nodded softly

"tell me if you get uncomfortable, okay?" he nods in response.

his eyes lit up as you stood up and removed your clothes, while he moved to lay back on the sofa. you place each leg either side of him before hovering above him in hesitation. he grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his mouth. this was unexpected on your behalf, so your mouth flew open when you felt his mouth suck on your clit harshly, grasping on the couch arm so tight that your knuckles turned white.

"behave yourself, cheol" you hiss through gritted teeth, trying to keep your sounds to a minumum.

"m' sorry, needed to taste your pussy ma'am" he groaned against you, sending lucious vibrations through your body

"fuck, cheol, gonna make me cum if you keep sucking on me the way you are" you moan out

"that's the plan, ma'am" he said against you, yet again, sending vibrations throughout him.

not long later, you felt yourself begin to get closer to your high, you moaned out, signalling you were close, he kept going, when you felt the band in your stomach snap, your juices spilling all over his face, he licks you clean before tapping your thigh. you shimmy downwards to take a spot on his lap again, he sits up, looking at you with his honey eyes.

"fuck, you're good at that" you panted

"am i? didn't notice from your moans" he smirked

"oh behave" you say, dipping down slightly to kiss him passionately, he made sure you could taste yourself on him when he slipped his tongue in your mouth once again.

you start to move down, he sits against the back of the sofa as you kneel down on the floor, unzipping his pants and unbuckling his belt. he lifts his hips up so you can pull his pants down. his hardened cock springs free, you lick your lips in anticipation. you look up at him through your lashes, waiting for him to give you confirmation.

he nods softly, and you slowly get to work, taking all of him in your mouth, you slowly sink onto him, hit tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. your throat contracted around him, making him groan, his hand flying to your hair, forcing you to stay where you are. you start bobbing your head, making him groan and whimper.

you smirk as his dick twitches inside of your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat. you take your mouth off of him, swallowing his seed, you open your mouth to show him, he smiles lightly.

you place yourself on his lap, grinding your hips against his momentarily.

"that was good, ma'am" he gasps

"i know baby" you coo, stroking his cheeck "want me to ride you? make you cum again?"

"please ma'am, please make me cum again, want your pussy around my dick so bad" he whines.

you nod as you sink onto him, his head moving to your chest as you sink fully onto him, muffling his moans. you moan lightly at the stretch, threading a hand through his hair to tug his head back up, kissing him momentarily.

"wanna see your face, cheollie, wanna see your face when i make you cum with my pussy" you moan out, tugging on his hair, he groaned and you smirked.

you bounced on his dick, throwing your head back as his dick hit a specific spot inside of you over and over, making you see stars.

"fuck, cheollie, gonna cum hard, want me to cum on your dick? make you cum with me? huh?" he groaned out in response

"gonna cum ma'am, gonna cum so hard inside your pussy" he whimpered

"yeah? do it baby" you moan, throwing your head back as you reach your high.

you cum all over his dick, him twitching inside of you and finishing not long later. you pant heavily, collapsing on his chest.

"did good, baby" he said softly

"yeah?" you pant out

"yeah" he agrees

cheol picks you up, pulling himself out of you and bringing you upstairs to your room.

"want me to run you a bath, honey?" he cooes, you nod weakly in resoponse, he nods and takes you to the bathroom, setting you down on the bathmat and running a hot bath for you both.

a few minutes later, the bath had been made, it was steaming hot with bubbles. you sat inbetween cheol's legs, him massaging your scalp and rubbing soft circles on your bare shoulder. you could barely keep your eyes open, they were hooded, and cheol knew. he would let you sleep for now, but he would have to wake you up later on to get something to eat and drink.

#smut #kpop #seventeen #seungcheol x reader #scoups smut

[the-milk-monarch]

☣︎ I'm still working on requested asks but I think about Mike a lot and I wanted to write it down when inspiration struck yk- Probably gonna add part 2.

【 MEETING MIKE | HIGHSCHOOL AU 】

Summary: Awkward Mike meets the reader who didn't pack their book for the first lesson.

☢︎ | gender neutral reader

☢︎ | Total Drama

☢︎ | Mike

The sound of soft tapping on the wooden desk was getting drowned by the teacher's lecture.

Mike was lost in thought, his sight not really focused on anything in particular. His head was filled with new thoughts that occupied his head lately.

He was thinking about you.

You were the student that got transfered to his school not too long ago.

Mike didn't know what to think about you when he first noticed you in his class.

He was used to being bullied, or at least made fun of because of his "unattractively lanky body matched with his tooth gap and boring personality". He was glad people were only teasing him about his nice guy persona though, as he didn't know what he would do if people learned about his D.I.D., a thing he was very insecure about.

Mike only recently got diagnosed and it was already a lot to take in. He didn't need his peers to know about it.

Your first meeting didn't go exactly how he wanted it to go, but it wasn't the worst first impression he could've made.

His first day after the summer vacation started as usual. After his morning routine he headed to school, to the same chair he always sat on during the lessons, alone.

All of the students had already unpacked their things from the backpack and put them on the desk, preparing to start the lesson without much enthusiasm.

Mike had done the same, with his old, boring pencil case that he owned since first grade. His parents weren't going to buy him a new one, unless his current one was unusable anymore. Even though Mike wouldn't mind a new item, he also didn't complain about what he had. He wasn't very needy. He also didn't wanna piss off his parents more than he had to, and he never voiced his concerns.

His thoughts that were still hazy because of waking up not so long ago were quickly disturbed by the sound of the doors opening swiftly.

You were standing in the doorframe, panting slightly as all of the students had their eyes on you, making you slightly anxious.

You tried to calm down your breath before properly crossing the class threshold.

You were late to your first day at school.

The teacher gave you an unimpressed look as you made your way towards the unoccupied desks, but didn't comment anything.

You noticed that the desks and the chairs were precisely the number of students, which made you look at the one open spot.

Mike noticed he was the obvious future desk-mate of yours and he immediately got a bit nervous.

He quickly moved his bag so that you could comfortably sit on the chair beside him.

You haven't asked if you could sit with him as you already noticed he was cleaning the way for you, and he was the only available option.

Mike glanced at you as you sat down, but quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to come off as creepy to the new person he'd be sitting with.

You also didn't say a word, being slightly awkward around new people, but you didn't show it much.

Your eyes slowly followed to the boy's face, taking a better look at him once you saw him avoiding looking your way.

You were about to take it personally, thinking he wasn't very interested in your presence like all of your previous classmate interactions, but you noticed his expression was also slightly nervous, which filled you with curiosity.

You didn't even know his name yet, but something about him drew you in instantly. He gave off an awkward but warm aura, unlike other men you dealt with. You weren't really looking at jocks in a positive way, and a lot of guys seemed to be very stuck up.

"...Are they looking at me?" Mike's head was already filled with anxiety once you two were close to each other.

He was fully prepared for the new person in his class to also dislike him. But even though he was nervous, he still had a glimmer of hope you'd be different.

"Am I sitting weird? No-" An echo of insecurities bounced in his mind as he readjusted himself so his back was straightened up, until he decided he looked stupid like that and just leaned back on his chair, fiddling with his pen in his hand.

He had an urge to click with it when he was nervous, but he held himself off from doing that, not wanting to be annoying.

"Okay- It's fine, they're probably not even thinking about you." He tried to calm himself down inside of his mind. "Just- sit still and don't be weird."

The teacher finally began to write today's topic on the chalkboard, reading it out loud after she was done.

After you pushed your chair into a steady position, you reached into your backpack to get the necessary items for the lesson.

You had brought your pencil case, your notebook, your books... With the exception of the book you needed for the first lesson.

Your expression became a bit worried when you realized you couldn't find it, even after looking into your backpack for a while.

You were already late to class, and forgetting your book was only adding to your anxiety.

You sat there tensely for a moment, before you finally sighed defeated, having to ask your classmate to let you use his for the lesson.

Mike had calmed himself down once you didn't make any remarks to him, but his thoughts were disturbed once he heard your voice.

"Hey, um- Sorry to ask, I don't wanna be annoying but- Can I use your book? I didn't take mine..." You explained, cringing at yourself for already being a bother on your first day.

He panicked slightly once he realized you were talking to him, and he moved his open book closer to you.

"O-of course! I don't mind, don't worry-" He reassured you quickly.

His movements were timid and gentle, a bit hesitant about you perceiving him.

You noticed that, which gave you a slight comfort in the fact that you weren't the only awkward person in the room.

"Thanks." You whispered to him so the teacher wouldn't hear.

"...I-I'm Mike, by the way." You heard the words spoken by him, copying your quiet tone.

"I'm Y/N." You said, mustering a friendly tone.

Mike observed you looking at his book when he passed it in the middle of the desk that you shared.

He didn't have a desk-mate for some time now, let alone someone to talk to, so the pressure was on him even more than the usual.

"...They seem nice." He thought to himself. He tried not to get too distracted by you, as he still had to take notes for the lesson, but he was captivated by your simple exchange of names.

He didn't hear any malice from you in that few words spoken, and he hoped it'd stay that way.

The loud sound of the school's bell rang in your ears when the class came to an end.

Mike had packed his stuff, preparing to leave the class, but he patiently waited until you were done as well, not wanting to uncomfortably squeeze between you just to get out of the class. You were blocking his way by sitting closer to the narrow path of free space in-between all the desks, so you quickly and carelessly threw your things into the bag, not wanting to waste anyone's time more than you had to. You pushed your chair under the desk so Mike could pass and moved yourself as well.

All of the students had already left for the short break of the day so you and Mike were the last one to leave the room.

Your next class was just a few steps ahead, so you decided to go sit on the floor, sliding your back against the wall as you done so in a smooth manner.

You weren't exactly a people-person, stemming from your introvertism or just lack of social skills, so you kept mostly to yourself.

Mike observed you sitting on the ground and he thought about approaching you, but his head was filled with intrusive thoughts.

"Will it be rude if I just- sat next to them??" He had an internal conflict with himself about that.

"You should up your game Mike! That's your chance to finally make a potential friend! They don't know anything about you yet, so you gotta show your best side!" He tried to hype himself up, although his other side of the brain was still anxious as hell about an interaction with another person.

He forced himself to very gently make his way towards you.

He took a moment before finally opening his mouth, but it took a solid second before the lump in his throat would let him speak.

"Hey- Y/N." He said with a nervous smile that he tried to calm down.

"Do you mind if I sit down here?" His eyes begged for you to accept, although there was still the lingering feeling of the worst outcome.

You took a second to process that someone was speaking to you, so you tensed up slightly, moving your backpack closer to yourself before responding in a friendly tone.

"Oh, no- I mean, yes, you can, I don't mind." You cringed at the way you spoke.

You noticed the brown haired boy nodding slightly as he sat beside you, although still keeping a respectful distance between you two.

"...Thanks." He muttered a bit hesitantly, as if unsure if that's a correct way to respond to that.

You nodded approvingly with a smile to signalize you didn't have a problem with him sitting beside you. You were desk-mates after all.

A moment of silence was shared between you two, as you both had no clue how to actually socialize.

Mike was worried about similar things that went through your head.

"Is it too quiet? Should I say something, or do they not wanna talk?"

You decided to take the initiative and started first.

"So- Thanks again for sharing that book." You thought it was a safe conversation starter.

Mike fidgeted slightly as he looked at you, before softly chuckling with bashful nervousness.

"Oh it's nothing- I mean, could happen to anyone, right?" You noticed how his expression formed an awkward but kind grin.

"Yeah, yeah, I suppose so, I just didn't wanna be a bother on my first day of school, you know?" You shared your honest thoughts with him, in hopes of him going easier on you.

"Oh, no- You're not a bother. I'm actually glad I could help a new student on their first day-" Mike's eyes intently looked into yours as he spoke. You could read from his behavior that he wasn't really the most confident person, so you really appreciated him coming to talk to you.

"Well that's cool then." You offered him a warm smile with a hint of timidness as well. You weren't a very interesting talker, at least in your opinion, but you made an effort to come off as friendly when you talked.

You and Mike had not exchanged many words on such a short break, but your time spent together was weirdly not so uncomfortable.

Even though it was quiet, you didn't really feel pressured by Mike in any way. He radiated some sort of nice aura around him that made you curious how your future days at school would go.

#total drama x reader #total drama #x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #imagine #headcanon #total drama all-stars #mike x reader #td mike x reader #mike #td mike #highschool au #school au

[lipglossanon]

DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-

Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-

All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-

“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath. 

“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader���s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul. 

Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him. 

Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs

Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭

And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌

But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀

😘 😘

#ask box #unmotivated furby mother #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy

[yeonjun4beagles]

everyone’s always talkin about him fuckin u while ur wearing a dress..but thoughts on him fuckin u while HE’S wearing a dress? maybe one that unbuttons or unzips from the front?

i know what he posted on ig today is technically a rain jacket but ykwim 🤭

AAAAAAAAA IM SCREAMING yk what one thing about yeonjun that he's never gonna tell a single soul is that the reason he wears dresses, aside from that he's a fashionista, is that for easy access, for you, that is 😏

it's from the way he knows how much it turns you on when his thighs get exposed a little when he sits down, the hem riding a little, revealing his plush skin, the one you love to mark everytime you're going down on him, biting and kissing his skin. sometimes, he even intentionally wears them knowing your marks would show a little everytime he moves, walking around proudly.

when he sat down next to you, purposely lifting his dress up, the hem covering barely just enough, before taking your hand and resting it on his thigh, you just know your man is on to some shit. "jjun, what are you doing?", you harshly whispered, trying to cover your embarassment, eventhough your flushed face is giving it away. grinning, yeonjun turned his head to you and rested it on his hand. "hm? don't you think i look pretty today, princess? i'm wearing this just for you today", yeonjun said, his other hand inching your hand upwards, dangerously close to his hardening member. god, just seeing you all hot and bothered for him already got him turned on so much.

you sucked in a sharp breath at how close your hand is to his crotch, how smooth his skin feels under your palm, how his long hair is sculpting his face just perfect, how much you wanna bite his pretty, pink, plush lips– fuck, you can feel yourself drooling in both your upper and lower lips. "jjun, you're not funny, people will see!", you scolded him, your eyes signaling to the staffs across the room, who has no idea what was going on under the table. "really, princess? then why are your hand still on my thigh, hm?", yeonjun smirked, inching his face closer to yours, blowing air to your parted lips.

yeonjun then swiftly took your hand, sliding it under the hem on his dress and putting it directly on his crotch, this sly man. "feel what you're doing to me, princess. heck, you're not even doing anything to me yet i'm this hard for you~", yeonjun muttered, his head now tilted at your neck, peppering wet kisses. "hngh, jjun- the staffs- god, jjun", you whined, unable to form sentences, your hand slowly massaging his hardened cock. "what about the staffs, my princess? what will they say if they know what you're doing to me, hm? my dirty princess", yeonjun teased you, biting your neck, eliciting a strangled moan from you which caught the attention of the staffs.

"y/n, are you okay?", one of the staffs asked. "y-yeah, there was just a bug on my neck, right, jjunie?", you stammered, retreating your hand from yeonjun's crotch. "mhmm yea, but it flew away, i guess", yeonjun answered, a knowing smirk plastered on his lips.

"come, princess, how about we take this somewhere else?", yeonjun stood up, taking your hand in his, probably off to one of the empty fitting rooms.

a/n: EEEEEEKKKKK THIS WAS A LOT OF TEASING I JUST CANT 😭 this wasnt exactly him fucking you in a dress but him being a tease is just flooding my head im sorry JDBSKLZJQA 🥲 jjunie in a dress is my weakness, the day he wears a short dress or a miniskirt is the day i will lose my sanity i swear 😵‍💫 and thankyou for requesting!! hehe feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated~ and dont hesitate to send in more asks!! <3

#cj!asks #txt #tomorrow x together #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts

[kyojurismo]

WOOOO YEAHHH but YES!! he's definitely too selfless for his own good :(( yk he probably exhausts himself with work so much but he doesn't wanna stop because of how selfless he is!! every girlboss has her eepy moments and I I am very eepy WHHAHH I've been asleep since one (it's 5:24) and all I can see is this: kyojuro walking in from work to see you absolutely exhausted, so exhausted you flopped on the couch or even the rug on the floor and you fell asleep. I feel like he'd smile, but he'd swiftly get you somewhere warmer-- possibly on top of him, or in your futon while he makes you dinner or a late night snack, if you happen to wake up <3 meanwhile, tengen is straight up (slightly) mean. He laughs at you, but if you stir he's quick to hush you back to asleep, assuring you with "you're safe"s, "it's okay"s, "I'm here"s, etc etc and he chuckles at you mumbling half-consciously that he just presses two kisses to your cheeks. he moves you to the couch to keep an eye on you while he or one of the wives makes dinner. he loves watching you sleep-- not in a creepy way, he just loves seeing how peaceful you are. - 🪐

OH MY GOD YES ( but why are you awake at 5 tho 🧐 i’m the only one who can have a fucked up sleep schedule here /j )

alright so, kyojuro would like take care of everything. he would help you get ready for bed, changing your clothes, making you dinner so you can eat something before going back to sleep, he would cuddle w you if necessary and then would proceed to caress your hair the whole time as to relax you. he would kiss your forehead a lot.

meanwhile tengen would probably like send you casual glances and smile when seeing you that much relaxed but also tired to sleep even with the other wives talking and moving around the house, he too would caress your hair and make sure you’re comfortable and warm enough as you sleep not too far from him

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