#get you a man who won't even flinch a second to kiss a man on the cheek

[mondaymelon]

first time in this account lol Idk if you're taking requests but I saw that post some minutes ago and... Idk, wanted to request something lol, if you didn't do it yet! What about headcanons with a reader who doesn't show physical attention until some years of knowing them? Like, they know each other for about 5 years and just then the reader decides to do some small act of physical affection... I wanted the headcanons to be with Childe, Arlecchino, Wanderer and Furina! If you can <3

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔… | childe, wanderer, arlecchino, furina x gn!reader

( childe's part might be a little ooc. havent done that part of the archon quest yet cries. also mwah arlecchino we love her in this household !! )

[ You were always someone who wasn’t fond of physical attention. Fleeting touches and kisses to the cheeks were never your forte, yet what should happen if the lover you’ve had for years is suddenly on the receiving end of such affections? ]

"physical affection... ah- it's okay if you can't show that to me, there's plenty of other ways to tell that you love me!"

CHILDE was the one to say those words to you, and the held the most certain truth. You were his lover, and a hug or two couldn't sway the fact! While the harbinger is quite the puppy and often yearns for your warmth, he'll respect your boundaries and allow you whatever. A lover like Childe places your happiness as a priority over his, wanting more to see your eyes sparkle than his own.

"Love, you wouldn't believe what happened in the courthouse today." You glance up from your spot where you're curled up on the couch, snuggled into a fluffy blanket and holding a warm drink in your hands, one of Inazuma's light novels sitting on the armrest. You hear the door to the two of you's home shut and lock, and listen to... Childe's footsteps. How strange, is he stumbling?

Glancing up, you internally gape at the cuts on his body, your eyes instantly drawn at the red splattered across his features. "'Taglia, what hap-"

He lets out a dry chuckle, grinning sheepishly as he rids his shoes at the door. "No worries, the blood isn't mine. Most of it, at least. I managed to get out of there in time, so all's well, yeah?"

As if that'd provide you any comfort. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him unyieldingly, until Childe has no choice but to force out another tasteless chuckle. "Come on now, I'm home, so let's do something fun instead of just being mad at me, 'kay?"

"Tartaglia."

The man flinches, his deep ocean eyes rounding. When you call him that and not his nickname, he knew that he had landed himself in deep shit. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He says that, but the sentence rounds up in a change of his tone, sounding almost suspiciously like a question. "It won't happen aga-"

The world itself seems to stop.

Your head is buried into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Archons, can you hear how fast his heart is beating? You've made him into a complete and utter mess. He's blushing, his ears practically on fire, and any thoughts once in his brain have been seared away in single second. It takes him to the count of three to remember how to breathe once more, his chest erratically heaving up and down as his shaking arms wrap around you hesitantly, wondering if it'd be okay to do so.

"...Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I- I thought you-"

"If it's with you, I'm okay."

Oh, how those words tug at his heart. You look so perfect in his arms - yes, you looked simply perfect all the time, he'd admit in a split-second. The messy nest of hair atop your head when you woke up in the early mornings, the dark bags under your eyes when you didn't sleep until late at night, your smile, your laugh, even your scowl. It silenced any effort to not fall in love with you.

A smile tugs at his lips. A bright one, a warm one, if that was even possible. Perhaps his eyes are shining with tears, or perhaps it was merely a trick of light, but he holds you all the closer, not wanting to let you go.

"Love, I... Archons, I don't think I'd be able to love anyone but you." ₊˚ෆ

"..great. i don't want your filthy hands on me anyways, so there shouldn't be a problem, hm?"

WANDERER's words were just that, would it kill him to be a little nicer? It didn't matter... you knew your lover well, or at least well enough to tell that what he said wasn't the complete truth.

Sure, you had seen him shrug off and make expressions of disgust directed towards particularly touchy people that he'd become somewhat acquainted with. And you most certainly had witnessed his frustrated outbursts and rants when he returned home to your shared abode, whining and grumbling about any trivial error someone had made - that is, brushing fingers with him while passing him papers. Something that couldn't exactly be avoided, yet he had glared at the wall for a good amount all the same.

Ah, but then there were moments when he thought you weren't looking, and that was when his eyes would drink you in. Grazing over your eyes, to your lips, then to your hands, where'd they linger on your fingers for perhaps longer than they should.

And you'd catch the times where you were inclined to say something flirtatious - words that were never all that flirtatious in the first place, Wanderer just happened to be unusually susceptible. Chin resting on your hand, eyes staring into his, you'd say something about how pretty he was, and then he'd just about go into neurogenic shock, likely not speaking to you the rest of the day, the tips of his ears, if one squinted to a certain extent, pink.

"Love." You glance up at him, a slight pout fixed on your lips. He'd been immersed in minor tasks, and those pesky things were what stole his attention away from you. An ironic twist of fate, as you were usually the one to be drowning in work, and he'd be the one practically begging for affection.

He hums, yet doesn't even bother to look at you.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"No."

"Go get something to eat?"

"No."

"Visit the... House of Daena?"

"No."

"Shall we feed the finches?"

A slight pause. "...No."

"Then... let's hold hands?"

He froze at your words, and it seemed that the male lost the function of inhaling, for he sat there unmoving for what seemed like hours, his expression petrified in its form of his large eyes, raised eyebrows, and mouth slightly ajar.

"...Excuse me?" It seemed that he doubted his own ears, for he set his work aside and fixed his focus upon you, fingers trembling just the slightest.

"Hmph, have you suddenly forgotten how to think?" You frowned, yet your eyes curved into crescents all the same, and Wanderer felt his breath hitch at how ethereal you were. The sly fox you were, you took his moment of shock, settling by his side and intertwining your fingers with his. "Like this, is it not?" You were smiling now, and for the first time you glimpsed the red on his ears, but now on his face too, a rosy red descending upon his cheeks.

"What's..." Perhaps you were right. His vocabulary had suddenly dwindled, and now he had nothing but questions - that, and the growing warmth in his chest. "What do you think you're doing right now?"

Whatever attempt he had to sound "mean" had failed. You knew him too well for that. "Holding hands, what else? Your hands are cold you know-" And at that he flinched. "But it feels nice."

D...Did it really?

"You, no... love, let's stay like this. You're... warm." ₊˚ෆ

"when you sought me, i thought it'd be a serious matter. there's no trouble in it, truly, so there's no need to look so dejected."

ARLECCHINO hadn't even batted an eye. Was there a reason to? Yes, this certainly crossed off any thought of romantic couple things like kissing and hand holding, but it wasn't like she'd gasp dramatically and fall to the ground, blaming you for setting boundaries-

As if she'd ever. Your imagination was running wild today, perhaps it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you? It was a stark contrast compared to Arlecchino, who went days without rest, shuffling through paper after paper on her desk and constantly relaying messages to her subordinates. She was a hard worker - a trait most easily overlooked, but it was a point of adoration for you. A point among many. Arlecchino was an easy person to love, despite the bristling thorns she'd show at first glance.

"Darling, a cup of tea, please?" Her gaze flicked up from her work to you, a thin smile decorating her lips. It was more a less a habit the two of you established - that is, pouring her tea. Her favorite cup was the one you had gifted her when you first started your relationship, shaded in a dark hue and embellished with roses, their blooms, petals, and thorny branches spreading across the expanse of porcelain. You placed said cup on her desk with a breath of satisfaction, tilting you head in questioning at the unusual amount of papers on her desk.

"Arle, did something happen?"

She merely chuckled to herself, her eyes shining with delight. "Ah, why don't you wager a guess?" You were her "subordinate" of sorts, although your true association was far more intimate. You knew of her plans with Fontaine, and helped carry them out. She revered your loyalty, but your warmth far more.

"...Has the hydro gnosis been secured?"

She snapped her fingers in one swift motion, her small smile widening into a true one that played across her ruby lips. "Correct, I'd expect nothing less of someone as capable as my lover."

"Then, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet..."

"They've done well." It'd be hard to forsake the note of pride in her voice. Setting down the sheets in her gloved hands, she stood from her seat slowly, letting her eyes scan over your body. "You've asked your question, now shall I ask mine? Darling, I did quite well myself, did I not?"

Her expectant gaze read one thing, but instead of the usual quality time spending the two of you'd share, this time, you had rather differing plans. Smiling, you walked up to her, not letting the way her eyes sparkled just the slightest escape your sight. Promptly, sneakily, you flung yourself upon her, beaming as your hands found refuge winding about her torso, nearly instantly trapping her into your death hug. "You did, Arle~!"

"..." At her silence, you glanced up, only to be met with a sight that drew blush upon your own cheeks. Her usually composed, mystery-shroud features were now conflicted with crossing emotions... of what, however, was rather indecipherable. Arlecchino was a person of many masks, yet now it seemed that her "mask" displayed but one thing - love.

"Darling, I... you look perfect in my arms, so shall we stay like this a moment longer?" ₊˚ෆ

"is that so? a trivial matter, is it by law that i must hold you in my arms in order to prove my love for you?"

FURINA's multicolored irises and teardrop pupils twinkled, their shine dancing on the moonlit breeze. A hand daintily held a teacup, its fragrant contents swirling about the porcelain basin. Her laugh accompanied the cool evening wind, and she fluttered her eyes shut in a smile that brightened her expression. "Come now, why so shocked? Wouldn't this be expected from someone as benevolent as I?"

It was a scene that would remain forever painted in your mind, like a beautiful mural that one's eyes could not possibly forsake. The way her mouth tugged upwards and the manner in which her eyes curv-

"Hey, are you even listening to me right now?" A familiar voice tugged you out of your reminiscence of the confrontation months prior. Furina displayed a childish frown on her lips, her partly furrowed eyes sharpening her gaze into a rather particular one.

Oh, lost in thought once more. You let out a soft sigh, nodding sheepishly. "Yes, love, I am.."

"Mhm..." Your words left a no, you clearly aren't!" Furina sat up, her intensifying discontentment apparent on her features. "I said I got you access to front ticket seats to the hottest new court case! You know, the one involving the robbery... the one that's quite literally got the entire Steambird in a chokehold? Yet, you're not excited in the slightest!?" She sounded offended, and she likely was, for her cheeks were flushed the slightest in rash frustration and her narrowed eyes creased at their corners. "Appreciate my efforts, why don't you?"

"Appreciate" indeed.

Ah, but was a sudden, tight embrace overshooting it? For she tensed in your arms, her frame absolutely suspended in your hold, her slack jaw giving the slightest tremor. "Mon amour, just w-what are you-?"

"Come now, Furina, am I not permitted to hug my own lover now?" The jesting in your voice faded as the sarcastic grin on your face formed a smaller, more genuine one. "I'm... ah, I'm okay, if it's with you. I'll be okay."

She paused at your words, contemplation of them flashing in her gaze, and let out a gratified exhale. "Then..." she nearly melted in your embrace, leaning her head into your arms compliantly.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten about your previous transgression, but... ah, it can be forgiven, can't it, mon amour?" ₊˚ෆ

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[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 8 || The Act of Manipulation

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——AS THE TWO OF YOU MAKE OUT,  he walks you back over to his bed and lays you down-- perfectly proving your point that with him it's never just a kiss.

His larger body presses into your own and you feel his hands sliding down to lift his shirt off you. Gojo then pulls away from your lips for a second to whisper to you, "I have class in an hour." He murmurs.

You grin, "Then we should stop."

Gojo kisses your bottom lip and then moves to your cheek, "Don't wanna."

Your hands unconsciously move to play with the back stands of his hair, "You should start getting ready."

"But I kinda," He kisses under your neck, "...wanna eat you out," Gojo says suddenly.

You flinch a little, "You don't have time for that, Satoru."

He smiles against your skin, "Yeah I do."

"No, you don't."

A grumble is felt against you and Gojo pulls up from your body. His eyes are full of admiration while he looks at you. The man falls quiet but he seems to have given in on your protest.

After a while of staring at you, Gojo lets out a sigh. "You should come with me," He suggests.

Your eyebrow raises in confusion, "Come with you... where?"

"To class." He says casually as he slides off the bed, leaving you lying there.

You laugh at his casualty, "I can't just come to class with you."

"Sure you can," Gojo argues as he heads into his closet, "You're a psychology major right?" he calls out.

You blink. "...How did you know that?"

"I asked Shoko a long time ago," He responds, leaving his closet with a shirt in his hands, "But anyways, you can use that as an excuse."

"How...?"

"If my professor asks why you're there, which he probably will, you can just say you came with me for a project you're working on."

"Okay," You nod along. It's not a bad plan, you've actually done that before with some of Shoko's classes and it's worked for you. "But why am I doing all of this anyway...?"

"Well," Gojo pulls his shirt over his head, "Two of the people on the list are in that class and you can meet both of them."

You perk up, "Really, who?"

"You won't know them by their names."

"Okay, well just tell me their names and which face it goes with."

"Well, for starters... I maybe should've told you this sooner but," He sighs and looks away from you, "You have to seduce my professor."

You choke on air, "I'm sorry, what?!?"

Gojo sends you an innocent little smile as if that'll make up for the information he's just given you, "In my defense, I didn't mean for his kid to break his leg."

"W-What?"

"That's the thing I owe him for. See, I babysit from time to time, and uh, his kid broke his leg on my watch..."

"And now you want me to sleep with him to make up for your mistake? That makes no fucking sense, Gojo." You snap.

He winces, "Aw, don't be mad at meeee. It was an accident, truly. And uh... Well, I have a bit of a reputation for getting people hook-ups."

"Right so lemme just, put all this together." You huff. Your hands move to message your temples to prevent the oncoming headache, "You babysat his kid, the kid broke his leg, and now you owe your professor something. Which, according to you, means that you owe him... a date with someone?"

"Nope, I owe him a quick fuck with someone."

"How did you even..." You scoff, "How the hell did you two agree on that kinda thing?? And what the fuck were you gonna do if you couldn't blackmail me into this shit?"

He scratches the back of his head, "You sound angry..."

"I am!" You huff, "Can't he get fired for sleeping with a student?! A-And can't I get kicked out???"

"Don't get caught."

"Gojo, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking kill you."

He frowns and gives you a pleading look, "C'mon, all you have to do is-"

"No, stop that. Don't all you have to do is fuck him, because that's not all I have to do. I have to put my dignity aside and approach a professor like some kinda needy little whore for your sake!" You yell at him, causing the man to tense up where he stands.

Gojo doesn't exactly like seeing you upset with him, "See, I could understand your best friend, and maybe anyone else who's not a teacher. But god damnit, do you know how insane this all sounds?" You ask.

The air goes quiet and Gojo is unsure how to respond to that.

Your glare is continuous and you decide to keep rambling since he won't respond, "A professor, Satoru." You emphasize, trying your best to make him understand that this is crazy. "Are you seriously gonna force me to do this...? C-Can't you just delete that video of me? T-Then, maybe, I'll still help you with the list but..."

The man notices you're on the verge of tears, clearly overwhelmed by all the shit you'll have to put up with because of him.

"I can't fuck a teacher." You mumble.

Gojo grits his teeth. "I don't want to force you to do this-"

"Then don't! Delete the video and leave me the fuck alone!!" You shout.

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?!"

Because once that video is gone, there is no excuse he'll have to be around you.

And yeah, it's fucked up, he knows that. But deleting the video means two things; one, he has no more leverage over you and can't force you to help him with the hole he's dug for himself. And two; well, if you don't sleep with his teacher, he'll fail the class.

"Because," Gojo says carefully, slowly walking over to you. He approaches the bed and stands right in front of you, ignoring the glare you're giving him. "I need you." He whispers.

You stare back and forth between his left and right eye for a minute. Why does your heart feel all weird? It's not like he means he romantically needs you. He just wants to use you. For all you know, Gojo will be quick to discard you after all this is over.

That very thought only pisses you off even more and you end up raising a hand up and shoving him away from you. You then stand and stomp away, toward his bedroom door. "You don't need me Gojo, I'm not an idiot. You just want to use me. Fucking asshole." You squeak out with your hand on the doorknob.

Gojo is quick to rush over to where you are and lean over you, pressing a hand to his door to keep it shut. "I know that's what I'm doing but I'm serious..." He murmurs, dropping down to rest his forehead on your shoulder, "You're my only option right now."

"Delete the video."

"I told you, I can't."

"Then, y'know what..." You turn around and face him, causing his head to rise from your shoulder and his eyes to meet your angered ones. "Post the video. Go ahead, slut shame me and make the rest of my life a living hell." You say with teary eyes.

Obviously, you don't want him to do that but somewhere deep down inside you hope he'll give in and just-

"Alright," Gojo says.

You blink.

"I'll post it." He says lowly, the look in his eyes suddenly dark. Gojo leans down to you and you back into the door, "Then, I'll send it to everyone I know. After that, I'll make sure to tell everyone about it. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are. And if that's not enough, Suguru has a video of you from last night so, I'll make sure everyone sees that as well."

You're heart sinks and nothing but sheer fear is reflected in your eyes. You're about to cry and you can't believe this is the same man who sometimes acts like he can hardly live without you. This can't be the same man who was all playful with you earlier that morning, right?

Oh wait... that's right. You nearly forgot; you and Gojo don't have that kind of relationship. You never did. He's just using you for his benefit. He's an asshole, something you start to realize will never change.

All those loving looks he gave you, those stupid compliments and those dumbass tender touches were all fake. It was all to trick you into trusting him and this is where it got you-- right back where you started, cowling in fear of the man exposing you and ruining your future.

"I hate you." You croak out, tears dripping down from your eyes.

Gojo has to try with his soul to ignore the way your words pain his heart. He has to shove down the urge to take it all back and apologize, to just drop to his knees and beg you to forgive him, and to simply stop you from crying like this.

A shaky breath leaves his lips but he just barely manages to maintain the threateningly serious look in his eyes. Mentally Gojo utters an I'm sorry but, the only thing you hear from him is a low, "I know, sweetheart. I know..."

You turn your head away from him and aggressively wipe the wetness from your face, "You're... an asshole. S-So fucking evil. Even satan would be nicer to me," You bable.

His expression softens, "You don't mean that-"

"I do." You say, turning to him once more, "I really do. You're the worst, Gojo. The fucking worst. After this stupid ass list, I want you to delete that video of me and never even think about me again, okay?"

"I..."

"I'm serious. No matter how much you apologize for it, no matter how much you beg, I will never forgive you for putting me through this shit." You spat. Then, you move to push him away.

Gojo allows himself to stumble back and he doesn't know what to say or any way he can fix this.

You go for the door again and pause to say one last thing, "If it's not for this dumbass list, don't text me, don't call me, don't ask about me, and again, don't even fucking think about me." You say finally before exiting.

The door slams behind you and Gojo is simply frozen. He knows he fucked up. He knows he shouldn't be doing this. Part of him wants to stop but it's like it all just got serious. As said before, in the beginning, everything with you just happened out of pure coincidence.

He never meant to record you and he still has no plans on ever exposing anything about you anywhere. But, only he knows that. Even his threat now was another bluff. The only thing Gojo really needs is for you to satisfy the people he owes.

It's selfish of him and seriously fucked up but, he's said it before and he'll say it over and over again-- you're all he has. He made promises to everyone on that list, promises of delivering a woman to them at some point, and of course, he couldn't convince anyone he knew to do such a thing.

So again, the situation with you just happened to be a coincidence.

The problem is that Gojo hates that it's you. He hates that you're the one he ended up doing this to. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" Gojo curses, gripping the phone in his hand before throwing it across the room.

There's no one he can be mad at aside from himself, he knows that too. His heart is thrumming in his chest, the sound of you claiming to hate him and that feared look in your eyes embedded into his brain. He'll never be able to forget that.

Meanwhile, you refused to let yourself be mentally manipulated into thinking he might've actually cared about you at some point. As you left the room, you spotted Geto in the kitchen. He heard nearly everything and isn't sure what to say to you.

You give him no words, only glaring at him as you walk over to the living room and find your dress from the night prior neatly folded up on the couch. You don't even care if Geto can see as you snatch Gojo's shirt off your body and change.

After that, you move over to the front door and messily put your shoes back on. Geto quietly watches you, wondering if he should say something.

You don't want him to. Hell, you don't want to hear a word from anyone. The most you want to do right now is go home and cry about the stupid situation you got yourself into.

Aside from Gojo, you blame yourself too. You should've had your damn bedroom door closed. You know you didn't expect anyone to come in, especially not Gojo but, still, it should've been closed.

The second you get your shoes on and reach for the door, you can hear Gojo coming out of his room.

Your head turns back and you see him standing in the hallway. "Oh yeah, the price? Doubled. I want four thousand for every person."

"You can't just-"

"I can, and I just did. That also includes what I just did with the two of you," You say, gesturing toward both men. "You owe me four thousand, Gojo."

The man utters your name in response, trying to get you to... stay? Wait? Listen to him? He doesn't even know.

"Don't." You whisper. "Don't try to fix this because you can't. I'm going home. Come... pick me up whenever you're ready." You sigh before opening the door and leaving.

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The apartment is left in silence and Geto is standing there a bit confused. After a few minutes, he speaks, "Go after her, idiot."

"You don't get it, Suguru. I fucked up." The man groans as he moves to walk into the kitchen.

His roommate shrugs, "We all fuck up sometimes. She'll forgive you eventually."

"Running after her won't fix what I just said to her."

"Maybe not." Geto agrees, "But, it'll show her you hold some kinda compassion for the situation you put her in."

Gojo rolls his eyes, "What are you, a therapist now?"

"No, I'm a man with common sense. I mean, seriously... You're gonna make her seduce everyone you owe?"

"...You heard that, huh?"

"Yeah." Geto says, shaking his head, "That's fucked up-"

Gojo grows annoyed with hearing those words, "I know! I know it's fucked up-"

"Do you? Do you understand how bad that actually is?" Geto argues, "Satoru, I don't mean to put salt on the wound but, you can't expect for her to ever understand how you feel about her after this."

Gojo doesn't reply to that.

"And, did I hear you say you wanted her to sleep with your professor?" His best friend asks.

"Yeah..." Gojo says with a lazy nod.

Geto scoffs, "Mr. Fushiguro?"

"Yup."

"Dude, isn't he married?"

"No."

"Okay well," Geto thinks for a second, "Doesn't he hate you?"

Gojo nods, "Yep."

"You really think she'll be able to pull this off for you?" The male asks with genuine concern. "Especially after you just threatened her again?"

"I was lying," Gojo admits.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one, you didn't record her last night-- I just told her you did. And secondly, I deleted my video of her the day after I got it."

Geto's face twists up in shock, "...Are you serious?? So, what happens when she finds out??"

"She won't." His friend murmurs, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"How?"

"Cause' by the time she gets close to figuring that out, I'll have other stuff to blackmail her with."

"Wow, didn't know I was friends with a madman," Geto responds, clearly disappointed with his friend. "That's kinda low, don't you think?"

Gojo shrugs, "She's all I have."

"Tell her that."

"I did."

"Then tell her you deleted the video a long time ago. After that, try begging her to keep helping you, I'm pretty sure I heard her say she would." His friend advises.

"She won't fuck a teacher unless she's being threatened to so, after that... I'll..." Gojo trails off for a second. He's afraid that by that point the truth won't help him. "I'll tell her the truth."

"Really?" Geto asks, clearly not believing him.

He hesitates for a second before uttering a simple, "Y-Yeah."

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With that, Gojo has to mentally prepare himself to do such a thing. Are you even going to help after that? Probably not...

As he thinks about this, he eventually leaves Geto in the kitchen to go fetch his phone. When he gets the device, he notices he cracked it but shrugs it off. Gojo is quick to have that increased four thousand sent to you, gritting his teeth as he does so.

I hate you. Fuck, those words won't leave him alone. You were so serious too. And to think he just had you in his arms, hugging and kissing him, to go and fuck all that up later.

The chances of him repairing this relationship with you are looking very slim to none. You were very clear in saying that you have no plans of ever forgiving him but, maybe, just maybe Gojo can make it up to you.

Does he know how he'll do that? No.

Is that going to stop him from trying? Hell no.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ☐

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[prodbymaui]

Dinner Served

hmm, I got a really big problem

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words

SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.

A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!

A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.

''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.

''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''

Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.

Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.

Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.

''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.

''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''

''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.

''Have you found it?''

''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.

He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''

''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.

Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.

Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.

You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.

Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.

The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.

Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.

But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?

Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.

Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.

It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.

The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.

''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.

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[wh1msic4alwasab1]

"𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐝"

synopsis: you’ve been ignoring geto and acting like a complete brat, so he makes you apologize but…will that be enough?

tags: angst for like a second, cunnalingus, oral, geto calls you a brat(duh), vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 700+

a/n: wish it was me

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Your phone buzzed with a notification, but before you could even see who had messaged you, your boyfriend grabbed your phone and tossed it aside.

“What the fuck, Geto? That was rude!” you snapped, sitting up and glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a challenging look, “Oh? You think that was rude? It’s funny because you’ve been being that all day.”

Your anger rose and you stood up, getting into his face, “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He didn’t flinch and instead grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m your boyfriend who’s trying his best to understand and be patient with you. But you’re making it hard.”

You struggled against his grip, but he was too strong for you.

But he let you go, watching you make your way to your shared room, trying to close the door on him.

Once in the bedroom, he pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you. 'You've been acting like a selfish little brat, you must want me to fuck that attitude out of you,' he growled, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand while his other trailed down your body.

“Tch- Geto let go-!”

“You don’t want that. If you did you’d stop acting like this.”

He took the corner of the bed sheet and wrapped it around your wrist, binding them to the corner post. 

You could feel the heat between your legs start to build as he leaned down and kissed your neck, trailing soft kisses down your body. He soon made it down to your heat, Without hesitation, he ripped everything off and buried his face between your legs.

You couldn't believe how good it felt. You tried your hardest, your absolute hardest to stop moaning or squirming as he lapped and slurped at your pussy, as his talented tongue exploring every inch of you.

He was relentless, not giving you a moment to catch your breath as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You were a whimpering, moaning mess, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but just as you were about to orgasm, he stopped.

'Please, Geto…,' you begged, but he ignored you as he crawled back up your body, his eyes dark with desire.

'Where are the big girl words now?' he asked, teasingly.

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to beg for it, to admit that you were wrong and that he was due an apology. And you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

'Please, Geto, I need you. I-I was rude, and I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. J-Just please, fuck me,' you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his face, trying to push him back in.


“If you’re really sorry”, he says while playing with your folds, “You can give me a few more, hm?” Geto growled, his lips going right back to eating you like a starved man.

'Geto, m'sorry,' you said again, your voice trembling as you looked down to him with lustful eyes.

'You want my cock, don't you?' he whispered, his eyes glowing with lust.

You nodded, breathing heavy and erratic.

'You won't get it,' Geto said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Only small whimpers escaped your lips.

'But don't worry, I have something else in mind for you,' Geto said, his voice low and seductive.


'Please, Geto,' you whimpered, voice filled with need.

'That's it, beg for me,' he growled, the vibrations from his words sending shivers through your body.

He continued to work you over with his lips and tongue, it seemed like your attitude had disappeared, replaced with raw desire and need for Geto's touch.

'Geto, I-I can't take it anymore,' you pleaded, your body on the brink of orgasm.

'Are you ready to apologize for your behavior?' Geto asked with a smug grin.

'Yes, yes, I'm sorry,' you cried out, desperate for release.

With one final flick of his tongue, Geto pushed you over the edge, you body convulsing as they came hard against his mouth.

“Well that’s too bad”.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || You Get Kidnapped [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Fem!Reader

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against reader, mentions blood and kidnapping, mentions of controlling behaviour and toxic tendencies

CHAN:

The rival gang's first mistake was thinking that you weren't going to leave a trail for Chan to find you, leaving your hair here and there, even making your fingers bleed so you could leave your DNA behind. The rival gang's second mistake was underestimating Chan,

"He won't hurt us, he's gone soft ever since he got with her." One of them chuckled loudly as they both stared at you, their backs to the door which was their third mistake and you looked at them.

"Something to say, princess?" One of them asked as you tilted your head at him and smirked a little against the gag that was in your mouth.

"You looking awfully happy for someone-" The first kidnapper couldn't finish his sentence before his cold body hit the ground making the other one jump and reach for his gun.

"I wouldn't," Chan warned him, snapping his fingers as four different men rushed over to your side undid the bindings around your wrists and removed the gag. You stretched a little in the seat before sighing in relief,

"Thanks for that," You smiled standing up and rushing over to your husband, You knew that Chan would stop at nothing to get you back safe so you had no worries when the men had locked you up in some old warehouse.

"I found your clues baby, smart girl," He winks, kissing your cheek before he turns his attention back to the man in front of you who was now shaking like a leaf.

"I was just doing what I was told! He said you wouldn't hurt us," He was cowering as Chan looked at his men and nodded his head in silence. In seconds your kidnapper was bound and gagged the same way you had been and Chan smirked to himself.

"Let's go home,"

"We're just going to leave him here?" You quizzed, glancing at the man who was wriggling around on the seat,

"Let him die slowly," Chan nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist and walking you out of the building. In his eyes, anyone who even thought of hurting you deserved a slow and painful death.

MINHO:

From the moment Minho had seen the note on your pillowcase he'd stopped at nothing to find you, he'd stayed up for what must have been two nights in a row before his body finally forced him to get some rest.

"He shows at last!" Asher cried out when Minho walked into his office to see you sitting in the giant office chair waiting for him. Your face was busted up pretty badly and Minho's blood began to boil, he should have found you sooner he should have done more to get here quicker.

"It took you long enough, poor Yn here was beginning to think you forgot about her. Isn't that right, doll?" As Asher moved his hand toward you, you flinched causing Minho to pull out his gun and cock it back.

"Oft, he's playing the role of the big bad wolf." Asher chuckled snarkily before grabbing you by the back of your neck and standing you up, your legs shaking as you stared at Minho with pleading eyes.

"Do you want to say goodbye to your little girlfriend? Or shall I just kill her in front of you without a goodbye?" Asher tilted his head to the side and you refused to look at your husband anymore, just wanting for this to be over with.

"Six days she's been waiting to be rescued, she's probably begging to be put out of her misery," The gun Asher was holding cocked and placed at the back of your head but he forced your head up to look at Minho, tears rolled down your cheeks silently.

"Bubba..." He whispered at you and your heart jumped, you knew what the code word meant but you tried not to make it known as you looked away from him. The codeword meant that there was a chance of you getting out of this if you were fast enough, you'd trained for months with Minho and his men.

"She can't even look at you, what a shame." Asher laughed throwing you roughly against the desk, This was your chance you threw your arms back knocking the gun to the other side of the office before Minho shot a warning shot into Asher's shoulder. You scrambled away from him and hid behind your husband who wrapped one arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Do you want him tortured or killed right away?" He directed the question down at you but never looked away from Asher who was grunting while holding his shoulder.

"Kill him, he isn't worth our time or energy." You grumbled before the shot rang out. You clutched onto Minho the second you could and begged him never to let go of you again.

CHANGBIN:

"You're going to regret all of this," You spat out to the two men in your living room, your body felt as though it was aching everywhere and you weren't sure the pain was ever going to stop.

"And who's going to make us regret this? You?" They began laughing at one another before you smirked, spitting blood out onto the floor as you shook your head. It was clear that they had no idea who you were or whose house they were in and you sort of loved that for them,

"Changbin will be back any minute, I'm surprised you even go in actually. Usually, Zach does a much better job of manning the gates," You hissed a little as you shifted uncomfortably in the chair you were strapped to, your eyes glancing at the door as it opened to reveal Zach standing there.

"I normally do, but when my two friends wanted to come inside I couldn't say no." Your heart sank as you thought about your own guard being the cause of all your pain for the last three hours. How long was he just going to let them keep hitting you?

"Change of plans tonight," He told them as you stared at him, your eyes tearing up a little as you realised not only had he betrayed you but also everyone else inside the home.

"Changbin pulled up in the drive, you'll need to take her through the garage while I keep him distracted," Your eyes shot to the window and then at the two men who were now standing either side of you, hooking their arms around yours and dragging you toward the garage door.

"LET ME GO!" You screamed, kicking your feet around but they continued to walk you inside while Changbin stopped at the door to talk to Zach. This was your chance, you quickly threw your head into the side of one of the men before kneeing the other one in the groyne and making a run for the emergency alarm, as soon as it sounded you ran through the doorway.

"CHANGBIN! DON'T TRUST HIM!" You screamed out before a shot rang out, you stopped on the porch to see Zach on the floor, blood dripping from his forehead.

"You okay?" Changbin panicked seeing the state of you, his hands holding onto your face gently as you nodded your head,

"I am now you're home. There's two more in the garage." You snuggled into his chest as he rubbed your lower back, promising never to let anything happen to you again,

HYUNJIN:

"You know, this is kind of all your fault," Bailey told Hyunjin as he stared up at you, your heart thumping rapidly as you looked at your husband.

"If you hadn't been late to your little date, Yn here wouldn't have a bomb strapped to her chest," You licked your lips slowly as you tried to calm yourself down a little, your eyes finding Hyunjins as he tried to calculate a way out of this.

"You should never leave a lady waiting Hyunjin." Bailey was one of Hyunjin's oldest rivals, he'd been after Hyunjin's position in the mafia for a long time and this was his final way of trying to get it. He either took Hyunjin down or he died trying, even if it meant taking you with him.

"Let her go, she's not involved in any of this." Hyunjin pleaded, putting his gun down on the ground and showing that he was unarmed.

"Oh, but she is. Because if she's alive after I kill you, all your men obey her." You flinched a little as you felt Bailey grab your shoulder roughly,

"I had to think of a way you weren't going to be able to stop me, you don't have a bomb-disabling team so this felt like the best bet," Bailey finally let go of you before making his way down to Hyunjin and smirking,

"You had about 40 seconds for a goodbye," A beep sounded on your chest before Bailey ran from the building, and within a matter of seconds Hyunjin was beside you and looking at the clock.

"Hyunjin, go." You begged as he shook his head at you, picking up some scissors and looking at the colours. All of them were the colours that Bailey associated himself with except for one,

"I got this," He promised you, kissing your forehead

"Close your eyes, baby, I love you," He smiled weakly as you nodded at him,

"I love you too," You choked out, shutting your eyes as you waited for something, anything but nothing ever happened. You glanced down at the clock as it stopped moving,

"Take it off slowly and then we run," He told you as you carefully slid out of the chained-up bomb, running for the door just in case it went off. As soon as you were free you saw Bailey in cuffs, Hyunjin grabbed you and checked you over before looking at the cops and nodding for them to take him away.

JISUNG:

Your heart thumped rapidly as you looked up at Jisung, your hands clutching onto your stomach as he pressed down on it roughly. He was looking considerably pale now that you watched him,

"Jisung," You coughed out, a little blood falling from your mouth as he shook his head at you.

"No, don't. You need to save your strength," He told you as he looked around at the men in the room.

"GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" He barked out before you whined at him, there was already one on the way but he wasn't listening to anyone, not that you blamed him right now.

"Jisung, they know where your hideouts are, you need to go and protect everything," You knew you were dying, you could feel it with just how cold you were getting and how you could no longer feel the pain of your wound.

"I'm not leaving you." He sniffled a little as you reached your hand out to touch his cheek, blood smearing across his face but he didn't care.

"You have to." You whined out, looking over at some of his men who were already leaving to go and check on the hideouts that Jisung had spotted all over the city,

"No, I don't. No." He shook his head violently at you, there was no way he was just going to leave, not when you needed him the most. God, he was going to kill everyone that was involved in you being taken,

"Jisung, your men are going to die if you don't go."

"No...No! We still have so much to do, we have to make a family," He told you as he smiled, The two of you had been discussing having a baby for a while now and it was time he started putting his money where his mouth was.

"You need to make sure the boys take care of each other, and that they look after you." You reminded him as you licked your lips, trying to hold on for as long as you could.

"Stop saying goodbye!" He yelled out as the ambulance team walked in, they took over as they tried to patch you up,

"Don't say goodbye." He begged you as he tried to hold your hands but they were limp in his as you looked at him, gasping a little for air,

"Don't die on me, please don't die on me! Stay with me! Look at me...L-Look at me, I'm right here and you're going to be fine, oh god, please don't die on me...Please." He cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks as the paramedics shook their heads at him, his men dragging him away from you so that they could work on your wound.

[X]

"That beeping is annoying," You groaned, opening your eyes to see your husband in the chair beside your bed staring at you,

"It's better than you being dead though." He grumbled at you, leaning across and kissing the top of your head. The paramedics ended up being able to save you and after a four-hour-long surgery, you were on the mend properly from the stab wound.

"Did you catch them?" You asked him as he stared down at you.

"All dead. Except the one that stabbed you, figured I'd save him for you." He winks making you laugh before groaning at the pain.

"No laughing, got it." He chuckles before calling for the nurse to come in and check you over.

FELIX:

The second the double doors to the office burst open you knew who was there, you didn't need to be able to see for that. Ever since whoever took you, took you, they'd had you blindfolded with your hands bound behind your back. It was clear that they knew you knew how to fight since they didn't even give you a chance to fight back, choosing to sneak up when you were least expecting it and in a private car park.

"You're in trouble now," You sang out in a chipper mood before your chin was grabbed roughly and you felt the metal of a gun being pressed against your temple. It wasn't the first time your kidnappers had threatened you with a gun but you weren't going to show them fear, just like you hadn't done all day.

"We have your girl Felix! Now isn't the time to be playing games!" The man who was holding your face cried out and you fidgeted a little trying to get him to let go of you but he only tightened his grip making your jaw hurt more.

"Fucking let go of me," You hissed out, licking the man's hand and smirking as he grunted and pulled his hand away from you.

"She's a cocky little bitch, maybe we should just kill her." The man screamed out again,

"I wouldn't, I have men aiming guns at you from every inch of this place," Felix called out, watching you closely to make sure that you were okay. He'd been panicked all day going out of his mind trying to find you, Luckily for him, the men that took you hadn't been that good at covering their tracks.

"How about this?" The blindfold was suddenly ripped from your eyes and you blinked a little trying to get used to the sudden intake of light and your eyes instantly found Felix.

"Lix," You smiled warmly, looking at the man who took you and smirking a little. It was over for him.

"We let this one watch you bleed out before I slowly bleed her out too?" A knife was pulled from your kidnapper's pocket and Felix didn't even flinch, neither did you. Why did he think he could suddenly avoid all of the guns that were quite clearly aimed at him?

"Or..." He leant down toward you, the blade coming into contact with your skin as you let out a loud hiss,

"Don't touch her! Don't look at her, don't even BREATHE in her direction!" Felix screamed out before a shot rang out, The man dropped to the floor and Felix sprinted toward you, looking at your neck.

"He didn't cut deep... J- just a little cut," You hissed as Felix gently touched the small cut in your skin and you looked at him.

"You came for me." You breathed out in relief.

"Always." He whispered to you, kissing your forehead as his men worked around him to make sure the place was clear of anyone else.

SEUNGMIN:

As soon as Seungmin found you he'd been doing nothing but blame himself for everything that happened to you. Contemplating the what ifs and what could have been and it was torture to himself. He'd been on a rampage for days on end trying to find you until he finally tracked down the low-lives that thought they were ever going to be able to get away with what they'd tried to do. As soon as he came home to see you weren't waiting for him he knew there was something wrong, Then there were the phone calls demanding money and other things in exchange for you being brought back alive. All of which Seungmin was doing, whilst tracking them down until he found them in some dingy apartment in the rougher side of town. The sight of the place made him sick but what was worse was seeing you so visibly shaken up, you were terrified and it was enough for him to want to rip their heads off. Usually, he was on the calmer side of things but something snapped inside of him when he found out that you'd been taken and he was no longer the lenient man he was known to be.

"Boss, what shall we do with them?" Seungmin finally tore his eyes away from you and over at the two men who were now on their knees staring at you and Seungmin. The two of them were shaking and begging for their lives but no one was listening, not even when one of them wet themselves the second Seungmin burst through the door,

"Did they touch you?" Seungmin quizzed looking back at you as you looked up at him, it was obvious by the busted lip you were sporting that they'd hit you but it had only been once.

"When they took me," You mumbled a little, reaching out for Seungmin's hand desperate to feel his touch on you and for you to feel close to him once again. It had been four days trapped with the two idiots in front of you, no food and limited water and all you wanted was for your husband to hold onto you.

"Kill them. Slowly." Seugmin ordered, shrugging off his blazer before wrapping it around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

"Let's get you home," He whispered, wiping his thumb under your eye to get rid of the tears that were slowly escaping.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin was known for thinking rationally when it came to things in his world but the second you'd been taken it was like his rationality and humanity had gone out of the window someone had flicked a switch inside of him and he was going to stop at nothing in order to get you back. That was why there was a trail of bodies leading toward the men that had taken you, Jeongin was taking no apologies when it came to your safety, anyone that had been involved was a dead man - or woman - walking.

"You finally found us, it took you long enough." Jason cried out as you stared at Jeongin with tears in your eyes. Your arms were chained up while you were being held above the floor so your tip toes were just barely touching the floor and every inch of your body ached.

"What did you do to her?" Jeongin asked as he stepped closer to Jason, your eyes glancing at Jason's hands to see the gun he had waiting for your husband. For the last four days, you'd had to listen to him tell you how he was going to kill your husband, how he hated him and yet he hadn't taken the shot yet.

"Why?" Jason laughed obnoxiously and you stared at Jeongin, your throat too dry to get any kind of warning out that Jason was more dangerous than he seemed.

"So I know what to do to you when I get you back to my place," Jeongin growled out, there was a darkness in his eyes you'd never seen before and you weren't sure if it made you nervous or not.

"Well, we drugged her - of course, but that's what she gets for leaving her drink unattended." He laughed and you cringed a little remembering the day that he took you,

"Then we chained her up to the crane and just had some fun, no food and water will do a lot to a person." Jeongin refused to look at you right now, if he looked at you he would lose his concentration and right now he needed to keep Jason as distracted as he could.

"All of those people that choose to help you, they're all dead now." He announced casually smirking as Jason's eyes widened by a small fraction,

"No..." Jason would have heard long before now. He had people everywhere waiting for him, working for him, it was the plan to take over from Jeongin.

"Yes. A pile of bodies here and there and all because of you." Jeongin stared at Jason,

"You son of a bitch!" He screamed out, the gun turned toward you and you squeezed your eyes waiting for the impact but as the gun rang out you felt nothing,

"You're safe, I've got you," Jeongin called out as he lowered the crane, your arms falling around the back of his neck as you cried into his shoulder.

"I've got you, baby, shh." He cooed, soothing his hand over your back as he continued to cradle you in his arms, arranging a way for you to get home where he never had to let go of you.

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[luneengene2]

After reading what enhas major would be I couldn't help but think abt jungwons. Especially him being close with the girls who stayed dentistry ,so I'm begging you to write a jungwon smut plz?

The Failed Affair

• Synopsis : You cheated on Jungwon, but when he found out you were cheating, instead of breaking off relations with you, he instead 'forced' you.

• Warnings : smut content, grammar error

• Pairings : dom!Jungwon x sub!fem!Reader

• A/N : I'm sorry if this isn't good, I'm still not good at writing smut 😭

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"Tell me, princess! Tell me who do you belong to?" Jungwon growled angrily, his index finger poking at your pussy, making you seem to float into the sky. You held his shoulders tightly, trying to say what he wanted to hear, but your mouth seemed to be choking on something. Jungwon really makes you surrender under his control.

"Are you deaf and can't hear my question, y/n? I said who do you belong to?!" Jungwon snapped loudly then slapped your pussy, making you flinch in surprise. "Y-You, wonnie. I belong to you," You stammered, making the man with broad shoulders in front of you grin with satisfaction.

Jungwon pulls his finger from your pussy, sucking on his finger which is covered in your wetness, even though you haven't orgasmed yet. What a hot sight for you. "Fuck. You're so wet even though you haven't cum yet, princess. I bet he can't get you this wet, right?” He said cockily, making you nod without hesitation. "Y-Yeah, wonnie. Only you can do that, only you. I beg you, forgive me, Wonnie. I need you inside me now," Your whining made Jungwon feel even more victorious. Your affair with another man will not make him lose his love for you (+it is impossible for him to give up his fuck toys).

Jungwon pulled down your panties, revealing your skirt. He can see how your pussy is so wet and looks hungry to 'swallow' his cock. He unzipped his trousers, also lowered his expensive boxers. You can see his dick is already stiff and ready to destroy you. Jungwon stroked himself a few times before slowly inserting his dick into your pussy hole.

You groaned feeling how the veins of his cock stretched your walls. Jungwon made you straddle him wider and also lifted your legs, coding you to hold your legs together. "Fuck, wonnie. You're so fucking big," You immediately gasped when his dick completely sank into your pussy.

In a matter of seconds, Jungwon immediately moved brutally as if he really wanted to destroy your pussy hole. He groans sexily at how your walls seem to squeeze his dick. "Fuck Wonnie! You're so good!" Jungwon rubs your clit making you go crazier beneath him. "Yes princess. I make you feel good, right? Only I can make you like this." Jungwon lowered his head, lifted your neck and immediately 'attacked' your lips with a French kiss. The dick beneath him continues to pound your pussy mercilessly. Satisfied with your lips, he immediately pulled you by your hair, holding your jaw to look up at him. "See, you always break under my control, Y/N. You always need me more than anything. But during sex with me, you beg like an idiot whore. You want to cheat on me again, Y/N?” Jungwon's question made you shake your head, tears starting to build up in your eyes. "No, Wonnie. I won't do that again, I promise. I am yours and will forever be yours," your answer made Jungwon chuckle and press a soft kiss to your temple.

Jungwon made you lock eye contact with him, his hand returning to your clit, making you squirm in pleasure. "Wonnie, I want to cum," You grabbed his hair and gasped, Jungwon's eyes getting more intense on you. "Yeah baby? Cum for me, so that I can fill you to the brim," Jungwon growls loudly and the head of his dick kisses your cervix brutally, which is your sensitive point.

You clench around him, and moments later your pussy is squirting high enough to hit his chest. Jungwon instead immediately kissed your lips, letting your squirting really hit his body completely. Your pussy also milks his cock hard enough to make him shoot his seed in a few thrusts. You immediately felt full as Jungwon's fluid flowed freely in your womb.

Jungwon gasps as he cums inside you, he brushes his hair back then pulls his dick out of your pussy. His cum flowed out of your pussy hole, and he smiled mischievously at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing. He scooped up the cum that was flowing from your pussy then pushed it back in, not letting you waste any of it.

He got out of bed, put on his boxers first and went to the bathroom to fill the tub with liquid soap that smelled good and was filled with bubbles. After that, he returned to you, lifted you gently and carried you to the bath to clean your body. "Even though you hurt me and did naughty things, you still deserve good treatment from me, princess," Jungwon stroked your hair and kissed your forehead lovingly. He cleans you gently as well as joining you in the tub. Giving you the treatment he always gave you after sex even though you cheated on him.

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[writingforstraykids]

I feel kind of angsty today and I’m in the mood to just read something that makes me cry so hear me out.Minho/Chan or Felix argue with you because you feel neglected and such in because they are so busy and barley make time for you and you just want to feel a little affection and they are also upset because they are stressed and kind of blow up and say stuff they shouldn’t have and evereyone is upset.Maybe they solve it (or they don’t if you want to be mean).But I really need something gut wrenching.

(Also don’t rush and take your time with writing this if you even want to<3)

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I've decided to be extra mean and make this a poly mess so you have all of the boys in it😂😂 I hope you like it and I don't make you cry too hard...also if you ever wanna talk, just let me know hun🥺🖤

You don't need me

Pairing: Minchanlix x femReader | Minho x Chan x Felix x femReader

Word Count: 2391

Warnings/Tags: angst, argument, insecurities, feeling neglected, feeling left out, loneliness, chan's a little stressed meanie, Minlix is...idk🤣

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do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Minho races down the stairs, cursing quietly as he drops his keys. He quickly bends down to pick them up, and his glasses, which he only quickly pushed up his nose before, fall onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" you ask, amused.

"Obviously not," he says, clearly annoyed.

"Well, can I help?" you ask gently, and Minho firmly shakes his head, grabbing his sneakers.

"I'm late; there's nothing you can do about that," he tells you, and you're about to answer, but he cuts you off. "Yongbok! I swear if you don't move your ass down here in five seconds, I'll drive without you!" he yells upstairs, making you flinch at the volume of his voice.

"Is Channie already-?"

"Don't think he slept here tonight," Minho shakes his head and grabs his bag. "FELIX!"

"Minho, for fucks sake!" Felix yells back and appears at the top of the stairs. "I swear, this man is driving me crazy. As if those five seconds would make any difference at this point, my God. It's Hyunjin, he won't kill us!" he curses as he walks downstairs, his hair messily falling around his head.

"Don't you start talking English now and think I don't know that means you're talking shit about me," Minho tells him, throwing his sneakers at him. "Put those on, we're late."

"Well, if someone wouldn't have taken so long waking up today," Felix comments and rolls his eyes at him. He looks up, startled, as you carefully brush his hair back for him, trying to fix the mess. "Not now, Y/nnie, we have to leave," he gently shakes you off.

You pull back your hand and nod gently, glancing at Minho, who's grabbing his stuff and unlocking the door. "Bye, see you later!" he shouts and waves you, stepping outside. Only two seconds later, he's back. "Felix, I swear I will kick you."

"Fuck off," Felix curses under his breath and grabs his things, waving at you and slipping outside as well. The door falls closed, and you're standing still for a moment.

"Well, good morning and goodbye to you too. I love you too," you whisper to yourself and sigh softly. Turning around you spot their packed lunch boxes still on the table. "Shit," you curse and throw your head back, frustrated. You know they barely make time to eat unless you made it. Well, maybe you could visit them later, get your kiss, and check on Chan.

You stand still in the suddenly very empty house and try to remember the last time they were all home and you've spent some quality time together. It feels like months and you soon realize it has been. One of them has always been either working or not even in the country. Sometimes it really doesn't feel like you're living with your three boyfriends but some roommates who stop by now and then.

"Oh, come on, don't be so dramatic," you shake your head and chew on your lower lip. You don't know when the last time was you had breakfast all together, you got a kiss goodbye from all of them or they came back in time for dinner. Needless to say, no one has properly touched you in weeks as well. Were you that easy to forget? Are you just another assignment to get done on their daily to-do lists? Something they could just reschedule to another day if they can't make time for it?

Sighing softly you make your way upstairs and rummage through your closet, searching for a nice outfit. You find a cute summer dress they all love and decide on that. After a quick shower, you fix your hair and make yourself presentable.

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Only a little later, you're walking down the hallway to their practice room and gently knock at the door, letting yourself inside. Minho demonstrates some steps as Felix and Hyunjin watch him closely and try to mirror his movements. Felix messes up a step, and Minho starts laughing at him, chasing him through the room. He wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him against his chest, kissing his cheek. "Yongbokie, come on," he giggles softly, and Felix tries to squirm away from him.

"I'm sorry, hyungie," he laughs, eyes shining bright. "I promise I'll do better."

"Once you're done flirting, we could continue?" Hyunjin groans playfully annoyed.

Minho turns with Felix in his hold, and they face you. Surprise laces their features. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" Minho asks confused.

"Oh, you forgot your lunch today, and I didn't know how long you'd be at the company," you tell them, and Minho nods gently.

"Thanks," he tells you and lets go of Felix, walking over to his phone.

Felix stretches tiredly and watches Minho as he scrolls through his phone. "You wanna go again?"

Minho glances at his watch before nodding. "We should. We have like an hour before the rest join us." You nod gently to yourself and put their lunch down on the bench next to their stuff. "Chan's at the studio," he tells you before turning the music back on.

You watch them stunned as they continue practicing and don't really notice the compassionate smile Hyunjin gives you. Your throat tightens, and you quickly make your way outside. You're clearly not needed here.

You knock at the door, and Jisung opens the door, smiling at you brightly. "Hey, Y/n," he beams at you and pulls you into a hug. "Chan hyung, look who's here."

"Ji, I told you no visitors right now," he groans and pulls off his headphones with a heavy sigh. He spots you in the door and nods. "Oh, hi."

"Hi," you say quietly, holding on tightly to the box in your hand. "I just wanted to bring you your lunch. I won't disturb you for long."

"Ah, okay," he says and gestures toward the small table next to the door. "Just put it there, I'll eat later. Thanks, Y/n."

"You're welcome," you nod and are about to leave again but hesitate for a moment.

"Anything else?" Chan asks, not even looking at you.

"Will you be home tonight?" you ask gently, and he raises his eyebrows, still not looking over.

"Why?"

"Because you weren't yesterday," you say and see Jisung's confused frown at that.

"Hyung, you promised," Changbin sighs from his spot on the sofa, rolling his eyes at you in secrecy.

"Y/n, we've been over this before. If I get done in time, I'll be there; if not, then not," he announces, almost a little annoyed.

You scoff at him and put down the box heavily. "Sorry for asking, I guess," you spit out and open the door, stopping when you hear him groan.

"Stop being so pushy, my god," Chan rolls his eyes and looks at you for the first time today. "I'll be there. Are you happy now?"

"You know what?" you ask lowly. "You can stay here for another night. It makes no difference if you guys are there or not, you only have eyes for each other or work. Sometimes I wonder why my three roommates even need me."

"What the fuck did you just say?" Chan asks quietly and stares at you.

"You fucking heard me," you spit out with tears burning in your eyes. "At this rate, I'm just part of the interior. You don't say good morning, you don't say goodnight, you're not home for dinner, you're not there. And if you are you're busy with work or talk to Minho and Felix only. You don't need me right now, and that fucking hurts, Chan."

"Okay, that's enough delusional behavior for one day," Chan gets up with a groan and shakes his head at you. "We'll talk about this tonight, but right now, I really don't have time for this."

"Don't bother," you shake your head at him, heart breaking. "I'll take myself back out."

"Hyung," Changbin sighs a little, but Chan ignores him.

"Come on, Y/nnie, I'll take you to your car, yeah?" Jisung says gently and wraps his arm around you, pulling you outside. "He doesn't mean it. He's being dumb."

"Yes, he does; they all do," you sniffle, and Jisung frowns at you.

"What do you mean?" he asks worriedly.

"It's been like this for weeks now. They all rush out of the house and act like I don't exist anymore," you tell him, hot tears falling down your cheeks. "I know they're stressed; I know they have a lot to do, but is it really too much to ask?"

"No, Y/nnie, it isn't," he shakes his head and pulls you into a tight hug. "I'm sure what you're describing is true. They sometimes forget everything around them when things here get rough. I'm sorry, hun," he says and soothingly rubs your back. He thinks for a moment before shaking his head and gently patting your back. "Come on, they'll never learn if they don't see what it does to you."

"No, Ji, they're busy-" you protest through tears.

"I don't care," he shakes his head and leads you down the hallway. He rips open the door to the room and pulls you with him to Minho's phone, turning the music off. "Hyunjin, you come with me. You two have something to fix here."

Minho blinks at him, confused, and his face falls, seeing you crying in his arms. "Y/nnie, kitten," he says worriedly and quickly makes his way over. "Honey, what's wrong?" he asks gently, cupping your face and searching your eyes. "Hey, look at me," he says softly.

"Y-You don't need me," you hiccup, and Minho frowns at you.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused, and Felix steps next to you, gently rubbing your lower back.

"Babe?" Felix asks worriedly as you don't answer.

"Go get Channie," Minho tells him, eyes widening as you furiously shake your head. Chan is usually the best to comfort you when you are really upset. "No? Why, kitten? What happened?"

"Channie s-says I'm delusional," you sob quietly as Minho sits down on the bench and pulls you into his lap.

"What?" Felix asks, confused. "Did you two get into a fight?" he asks, sitting down next to the two of you.

You bury your face in Minho's chest, so desperate for such a simple gesture. Sobs shake your body as you tell them about what happened with Chan and how neglected you felt during those past weeks. It all flows freely now, and they both listen quietly, not interrupting you once. Minho's hand rubs your back soothingly, and Felix fondles your hair gently.

"Oh kitten, I'm so sorry," Minho apologizes sincerely once you're done. "I had no idea you were suffering that much because of us."

"You're right, babe, we're so busy we sometimes forget about you or act a little harsh," Felix nods guiltily and leans down to kiss your head. "I'm so sorry we made you feel like that. You don't deserve that one bit, my dear."

"I know I'm being dramatic," you sniffle into Minho's shirt.

"No, you're not," he shakes his head and rests his head against yours. You really aren't. I didn't even say goodbye properly today. Or good morning," he says, his voice laced heavily with guilt. "And...I should've told you how beautiful you look today the minute you stepped inside."

You giggle sadly and pull back. "Yeah?"

"Mhm, our pretty girl," Felix adds fondly as Minho wipes your cheeks.

"We love you so much, even if we act like idiots sometimes," Minho promises and kisses your forehead.

"I love you guys too," you tell them with a sad little smile.

"I'll go and get Channie, okay?" Felix asks softly, and you nod timidly. He giggles at the comment Minho makes and quickly makes his way to the studio. He doesn't knock at the door and steps inside. "Channie babe, we need you."

"Not now, Lix," Chan shakes his head, writing down some things for Jisung.

"Minho said if you don't move your ass over there in two minutes top he won't have sex with you for the next three months. Our tour comes up, you don't wanna risk that," Felix says with a straight face, making Changbin and Jisung crack up.

Chan glances up at him suspiciously and sees Felix isn't joking. "Oh my fucking God, fine!"

Felix walks next to him and glances at Chan thoughtfully. "Push the group back for a moment, yeah? Stray Kids doesn't matter now, she does."

Chan's face falls a little and he straightens up as they reach the door. "Yeah, okay," he says quietly and steps inside with him. You're curled up in Minho's lap on the floor by now as he's playing with your hair. Tear streaks paint your cheeks, your eyes are reddish, and you're sniffling a little. "Baby, I'm sorry," Chan sighs and gets down on the floor next to you. "I'm stressed out, I didn't sleep last night, and I took it out on you. I'm an idiot, please forgive me?" he asks guiltily and hesitantly takes your hand. He must've really hurt you if you went to Minho and Felix about it. You usually prefer to settle arguments privately.

"It's not just you," Minho shakes his head, and Felix sums it up for him. Chan nods along, and his heart gets heavier with every word leaving his boyfriend's lips.

"Oh, Y/nnie baby," he whispers with tears in his eyes. "Can I give you a hug?" You nod timidly and climb off Minho's lap and into his arms instead. Chan pulls you in tight, burying his face in your shoulder. You relax in his hold and close your eyes. No matter how mad or hurt you were, you would never deny one of Chan's healing long hugs. "I'm so sorry, you're right, we've messed up big time. I love you so much, yeah? You're so beautiful and kind, and I could never stop loving you, baby. Never. I will do better, I promise."

"I love you too," you whisper and exhale softly, your heart feeling a lot lighter now that you've told them all. Minho and Felix join your hug and kiss your hair. "You'll be home tonight?" you ask timidly.

"Yeah, we'll all be home," Chan assures you kindly and squeezes you.

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୨୧ nsfw alphabet (william afton x fem!reader)

author notes: i felt too shy to post something here but I really want to share my writing with you, so I’ll be very glad if you like it <3 ty

cw: p in v, oral (m and f receiving), fear play, knife kink, daddy kink, choking, older man/younger woman, degrading, praising.

minors dni

art by melokoii and imsanlee

A — Aftercare

William is quite rough during sex, but he gets softer after. He can quickly kiss you on forehead or gently stroke your hair, telling you what a good and obedient girl you were for him.

He can feel detached if he's in a bad mood and doesnt have strength to hide it. In this case, he doesn't show much emotion or interest. Doesn't bother to make sure you're okay.

B — Body part

William pays a lot of attention to your neck, sometimes leaving little hickeys on it. Sometimes passionate kisses. Sometimes worse things, like marks from his hands that squeeze your neck hard enough that you turn blue.

William likes your eyes because they speak much louder than your words.

William likes the fear he sees in them. It's like a drug to him, fueling his desire even more. He gets turned on by the fact that you're afraid and can't push him away. He likes the way you involuntarily flinch when he's too close, the way you catch your breath. It's just another reminder that he has control over you.

This isn't just an expression of fear or despair. It's a reflection of your true feelings for him. You're scared, but at the same time you feel a sick attraction to him.

A delightful mixture of emotions that he considers beautiful — fear.

He likes the way you try to hide your true feelings behind the mask of a brave girl. He knows that deep down you belong to him, your body and soul. And he'll make you really sure of that.

Your eyes are a reflection of your soul, revealing your sick and perverted thoughts and desires. A scared look serves as a reminder of how much power he has over you and how much you need him.

So yes, William loves your eyes. Not because they are beautiful and captivating, but because they show him how much you depend on him. And what are your real feelings.

Neither breasts, nor butt, nor any other part of the body that is considered attractive in a woman. William isn't kind of man who cums in his pants at the sight of bare breasts and nipples.

C — Cum

He prefers to cum inside, first of all, to show his superiority over you. Although you can imagine fairy tales that it's because he wants a baby, that's not really true. Afton already has three offsprings, and he doesn't seem to be taking good care of them.

One day, man leaned closer and whispered in your ear: "Will you let me cum inside, bunny?"

You turned your head to him, but he just grinned when he saw how cock drunk you were, pussy clenching on his shaft. You looked so dumb and all what came out of your parted lips were moans of his name as he thrusted inside of you. But for one second, he saw the fear in your eyes when you realized his his question. The fear of getting pregnant. The fear that he's holding you tight and you won't break free even if you want to. He shuddered. A second later, you felt his seed pouring inside. You immediately gasped in shock.

"Oh, baby," a hoarse whisper behind you, William catching his breath. "Damn, did I cum inside? Sorry, I must have gotten too carried away."

D — Dirty secret

William himself is a big fucking secret that no one would want to solve. No one has a simple idea of what is on this person's mind. Because sane people just can't think of such things.

You were aware that William has strange scars. But it was a big surprise to find out that they covered his entire body, every part: neck, arms, legs, pelvis, back, torso. They seemed painful, born a lot of questions, but they were wildly intriguing. The scars were perfectly symmetrical and fresh.

At some point, you found yourself going crazy, thinking they were attractive. But William turned out to be even more insane when he asked you to stick your nails in them.

William's completely naked body against yours was a surprise. He always left clothes on during sex, whether it was a shirt or trousers, but now hes not wearing anything. He was on top, his silvery eyes boring into yours. You didn't dare turn away, intrigued by what would happen next. William gritted his teeth, how charmed you were by him. This undoubtedly reinforced his narcissistic ego.

William's finger runs over your lower lip, pressing on it to open your mouth a little. William behaves differently, very differently. In any other case, this man would have already ruined you, fucked you hard and rough. But right now there's no hint of it.

"You like them," William says quietly, and grins when he meets your questioning gaze. "my scars."

"They are perfectly symmetrical..." your eyes run over his body.

He doesn't answer, instead he presses his nose against your neck and you feel his smile on your skin. You're confused, you don't know how to react to his touches and actions. How to behave in such a situation. Everything that is happening is new. William doesn't usually behave like that.

"Touch them." Afton suddenly says, looking up at you again.

You don't understand where the situation is heading, but you obey. The pads of your fingers lightly, almost weightlessly touch his scars on his shoulders. William nods for you to continue, and you run your fingers down his back, sensing his scars. William sighs, closing his eyes, his body tense, the veins on his forehead and arms popping out.

"Harder, y/n, harder." William's breathing harder. You can hear his heartbeat quicken. "fuck, do it with your nails, damn it." you shake your head, already scared of what this is all going to lead to.

"William, no, I won't do that!" you reject, but William doesn't care. In his eyes, you're acting like a brat, well, okay. His hands grab you by wrists and he literally forces you to follow his command. Against your will, your nails dig into his scars.

"That's it, that's it, y/n, yes."

"William..." you dive deeper into William's scars, peeling off the barely healed skin. Blood begins to flow down his arm. William's eyes are closed, and the only thing that can be heard is his loud breathing along with hoarse moans.

It's crazy, you don't know if it's a dream or not. It's wrong to hurt a person. Even if himself asked for it. But you can't stop, you keep tearing at his scars with your nails.

William leans closer to you, placing his palm on your cheek. You're afraid to even look at his face, but you don't have a choice. Although William's eyes are looking somewhere through you, his gaze is empty, mentally he's not here. A small wound on his dry lips bursts with a wide smile.

This is crazy, you think. I'm crazy, you tell yourself, because it turns me on. And William's voice, with sighs and groans, sounds more beautiful than ever.

A disgusting metallic smell filled your nostrils. The sheets under you are soaked in William's blood, you continue to roughly pick at his scars, also staining yourself with a dark red liquid. William's body is shaking. Open scars begin to burn. This pain is everywhere, and William feels it far from on a physical level, no. At some higher one.

And the next moment, Afton covers your lips with his own, pressing his already bloody body against you. He groans into your mouth and pushes his tongue inside, running it over your teeth. He kisses you roughly, continuing to rub his body against yours, which causes pleasant stimulation for both of you. You grab his brown hair, pulling his head back. You can taste awful taste of William's blood mixed with your saliva.

The kiss is sloppy, dirty, disgusting and aggressive. Just like William himself.

William is a disgusting and perverted man whose moral principles are far from normal. A very dark thought is wandering in his sick brain, which has been visiting him too often lately, even in his sleep. To share you with his business partner, Henry, fucking Emily. The sight of you trying to take two cocks at once stuck in William's head for a long time.

E — Experience

He has three children, so yes. Even before he got married, he had... one-night stands, but rarely. He usually studied hard, sometimes staying at the university until late at night.

Although you asked him to tell you more about his past relationship, before he met Clara, William refused, with a shadow of a smile. You're walking on very thin ice. It's a secret you shouldn't know yet.

F — Favorite position

His favorite poses involve dominance and control. He likes it when he can fuck you deeply without breaking eye contact. This is usually a classic old missionary.

He also likes it when you wrap your legs around him if he fucks you against wall. This allows him to enter you rougher and much deeper.

As a punishment, its usually poses where you can't see his face. William knows your weak spot, he noticed not so long ago how you always try to keep your eyes on him, peering and studying.

Also doesn't mind bending you over his desk in his own office. And the cherry on top is an unlocked door, so that sex turns into real torture while you try to restrain your moans. Either it's Henry, who can show up, as always, without knocking, or the staff, who can hear the sounds of bodies slapping and your moans, he doesn't care.

G — Goofy

William isnt a piece of ice that always walks around with a stone face. He has a sense of humor, even if you don't understand it. His humor is witty, dry, sometimes even rude, sarcastic, gloomy, caustic. He can make fun of your behavior in bed, of your inexperience, of things you don't know.

H — Hair

William is well-groomed, he shaves, not everything, but keeps clean. Being a perfectionist isnt easy, but he takes care of himself down there too. He expects the same from you.

I — Intimacy

William may be quite romantic in the early stages of a relationship. Gifts, romantic dates and compliments. All of this to create a feeling of affection.

But he's head and shoulders above such simple and tedious things, in his eyes it's all pretty boring.

William can be gentle and caring if necessary. And here, as in many other things, he hides his true self, his sick and animal sadistic nature.

William is a man with three children. Being a single father isn't easy, but he managed to learn how to wake up before sunrise and cook lunch boxes for them to school. William paid more attention to Elizabeth. All the drawings of his daughter were pasted on the walls of the Afton house. There were always about ten packages of ice cream of different flavors in the fridge, and girl's closet was bursting with a lot of dresses.

William paid a lot of attention to you, too. Whenever children were visiting Henry, William invited you to a romantic dinner at home. His culinary skills were amazing, all his dishes were delicious in appearance and taste.

The way his long fingers squeeze a lemon, the juice of which covers the phalanges, and then drips onto the meat. Your cheeks turn pink, you can't contain the association this sight causes. But it's just William, who does the usual household chores. Such thoughts shouldn't enter your head.

"Do you like the way I cook? I guess i pay a lot of attention to details, don't you think?"

The way his hands are covered in animal blood up to the wrist when he cuts up meat. You shouldn't fucking find it sexy. It's just fucking William, who's just cooking. You need to cool down.

His hand holding a butcher knife evokes another wave of memories. How he held a knife to your neck while ruining your pussy. You... you shouldn't like these kind of things…

It's first signs that you're drowning in this shit, first alarm bells that you're going crazy. And William is more than happy to see what he's turning you into.

He has one of his favorite things in his house — a vinyl record player from the UK, a family treasure inherited from his dead grandfather. It often plays old songs from the 40s and 50s. William is beckoning you with his finger. You feel pretty awkward not knowing anything about the hits of these years and dances thanks to big age difference with William. And when he asks you to dance a little to these songs, you act a little awkward, stepping on his oxfords.

William chuckles, watching your clumsy movements. He puts his arm around your waist, guiding your steps to the beat of the music. His fingers intertwine with yours, and you slowly spin around the room. His hand slides down your back, pressing against your curves.

William always prefers the old-fashioned style of clothing, he always wore white socks with black shoes, brown or black trousers, shirts, vests, sometimes suspenders. He looked damn handsome, perfectly matching the old hits that were sounding on the old record player.

J — Jack off

Only if he really needs to and you're not around. William rarely masturbates, he doesn't have time for this, always busy with paperwork, repairing animatronics and settling conflicts at work. But if you aren't there to calm his arousal, then his hand reaches for the zipper of his pants. Then William takes polaroid photos of you out of his desk. Or maybe of someone else

K — Kink

Dirty talk + humiliation: William has a sharp tongue and it plays a terrible role in sex. He doesn't mind praising you, knowing that you melt when he call you a good girl, but he loves to humiliate you. In all ways. Makes you rub on his expensive oxfords, covering them with your slick. He looks down at you, literally spitting out "Dirty whore."

Or when he pushes inside of you, takes you by the hair and whispers into your lips: "Is that how you like to be fucked, like little stupid whore? I didn't even prepare you but your cunt sucking my cock in so deep. A pathetic little fuck toy. Do you know what i think about when I fuck you? No? About how i slit your throat and break your little bones. Oh, what was that? Are you fucking moaning? Whore, you're even worse than me." There's a distinct mix of disgust in his voice.

Asphyxia/choking: The thought that you are literally in his hands and he can strangle you excites him. He completely controls your life, right up to your very last breath. You think it's just such a fetish, because he likes rough sex. But William looks at it from a different angle. When his hands squeeze you so hard, far from sexually, but like a predator, like a killer, not giving you a breath of air, and your eyes are already rolling back as connection with the world is lost, when his face becomes blurred. That's what William thinks is sexy — the fact that he controls your fate, whether you die or not, depends on him.

Bloodplay: William likes the look of blood, that red disgusting liquid. He hates mess, but whenever the floor of a pizzeria gets dirty with someone's blood, the remains of a brain or even some organs, he is overjoyed. It's probably the only mess he doesn't hate to clean up.

Whenever his hands are covered in blood, Afton without doubt will touch you. He will share this blood with you, leaving it on your clothes or body. William can be so disgusting that he uses a blood liquid as a lube. It's usually your blood, rarely his.

Knife play: William's murder weapon was and always will be a knife. No matter how good others are, the knife will always be special to him. After all, it allows him to approach the victim physically, to see their face distorted by pain. To look into their pitiful eyes, to peer into that very last look when life leaves their body.

Afton loves using a knife when he takes not only someone's life, but also your clothes, especially underwear. He quickly cuts your bra and panties if he needs quick access to your body. Before you can even blink, he's already running the blade over your ribs, stomach, down to your pubic. At this point, fear already appears. William is full of surprises and you will never be able to predict his next move. This creates a sense of power and control. The way a knife can cut through your flesh or clothes, the way a knife creates a sense of vulnerability in you, allowing William to maintain superiority.

If you've been good, he'll put the knife away, beside your underwear or what's left of it.

But if you've been a bad girl, William will definitely hurt you, not deadly, but a cut or scar will remain, on the inside of your thigh or under your breasts, wherever he pleases. This is your punishment, one of his favorites.

If he's in a bad mood or fucking you roughly, he can press the blade against your neck, right against the carotid artery. "Don't squirm or my hand will shake and I might accidentally kill you. You don't want that to happen, right?"

Daddy kink: William never thought about it. He discovered this kink some time ago, when you were so blissful from his cock that you accidentally moaned "daddy!", which immediately turned your cheeks and even your ears red. You immediately shut your mouth, looking ashamed, and hid your face on his shoulder. The level of embarrassment was too great.

"What was that?" William stopped thrusting, which made you almost whine. He pulled back a little to get a good look at your flushed face. "What did you call me? Repeat." because of your shyness, you were speechless. How could you blurt that out? He must have gotten angry. "I won't continue until i hear that word from you again, dear." His fingers lift your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Daddy kink suggests that he takes the role of a dominant and caring figure during sex. It includes William calling you "babygirl" or "princess" and saying how proud he is of you. He likes to control the situation and also show care, even if it is fake.

L — Location

Wherever he wants.

William's sex drive is far from low, he's already fucked you enough in the bedroom, living room and shower, so he's moved on to the next level.

His office, the basement (did it always smell so horrible here?), his car, the park (it was supposed to be just a cute date). And his most favourite is Henry's desk.

M — Motivation

When William plays psychologist with you. When he listens to you pouring out your soul to him and telling him about your problems. Whether it's the little things or something worse: problems with parents or self-esteem.

William enjoys seeing your shoulders droop, your voice tremble and your eyes turn red from crying. At such moments, William opens his arms to you, pressing your face swollen from crying to his chest. His hands are running through strands of your hair as he soothingly rocks you from side to side, sweetly whispering: "My girl, cry, cry as loudly as you can. I'm here." You weaken in his arms, immediately turning into a small child who needs only support and words of comfort.

William knows this and he has no problem being a shoulder to cry on. In his eyes, you are vulnerable, weak and fragile, practically begging him to destroy you, not only physically. Break your psyche, destroy your idea of what a healthy relationship is, make you fall in love with him completely. And he's damn good at it.

N — No

William doesn't like the idea of you dominating him. It just doesn't excite him. Most likely, he will let you try, but only for the first ten minutes, then he'll push you away and pin you against wall or bed. "You done? Now it's time for daddy to show you where you belong."

O — Oral

William is a selfish man, but that doesn't mean he won't please you. Not only his cock, but also his tongue make you arch and moan. Afton knows how to touch a woman, and he is very well versed in female anatomy. He slowly circles your clit with his tongue, while his two fingers are already inside your pussy, moving at a smooth pace.

Then he pulls away, his chin wet with your juices. His fingers are still thrusting. You lift your hips, clutching the sheets.

"Naughty girl, did you think i'd let you cum?"

And while you are trying your best not to reach orgasm, William first gently kisses your clit, and then begins to suck on it, making your toes curl.

William likes it when you give him a blowjob, there's something special about the way you look at him, trying to take all his length in your mouth, but he doesn't always show it. He can be quite restrained and detached, focusing on his own pleasure rather than on your condition.

Sometimes he loses control if you stimulate him not only with your tongue, but also with your hands, caressing his heavy balls. He catches his breath as you push his cock deeper into your throat, his fingers grabbing your hair, pulling you roughly to guide you. His hips involuntarily jerk forward, setting a fast rhythm.

P — Pace

Depends on his mood.

William knows perfectly how to move in a way that will bring you to ecstasy, make you moan and cum in seconds. However, he doesn't always keep the perfect pace. Sometimes he behaves like an asshole, roughly fucking you, moving jerkily, no stimulating you and no allowing you to cum after. And it really hurts, it feels like you've been stabbed right in the most sensitive part of your body. William usually uses this pace in punishments.

In general, his pace is rough and assertive, which reflects his aggressive nature not only in sex.

But there is another side of fucking with him, when your whole body is pierced with an electric current, adding colors to pleasure. The combination of this creates a beautiful picture of agony and dizzying orgasm.

William rarely moves slowly and gently, only at the beginning of your relationship, when he still didn't want to reveal his true side.

Q — Quickie

He's not really a fan of quickies. William likes to do everything slowly, enjoying the moment. To slowly chew the pieces. But there are some circumstances and situations that just force him to fuck you right here and now.

High on adrenaline, sweat broke out on his forehead as his pupils dilated. William throws the bloody knife on the floor, right next to the dead body. The impulses of the sick arousal send signals directly to his twisted brain. William lifts Spring Bonnie's head, revealing his face, a wry insane smile on his lips.

A dead child can wait. William's hands wrap around your throat, forcibly pinning you against the wall. You don't even have a chance to take your last breath, all you can do is grab his wrist, face is distorted with fear. William is more dangerous than ever now. He's already taller than you and now he's wearing an animatronic costume, which has only made him even taller, bigger, scarier. The blood on his hands and the remains of human organs on Spring Bonnie's fur. You're terrified.

"No, I'm not going to kill you. Something much-much worse." he says, as his hands begin to explore your body.

It also happens when William is sitting in his office, busy with work and you're on his lap. You can do what you want, but the clear rule is not to disturb him. And you're trying, really trying to be good girl, but you're fucking sitting on his lap. It turns you on. And you start moving, slowly and carefully fidgeting so Afton wouldn't notice. But you're getting awfully wet and you're not good at hiding your sighs.

"What are you doing, y/n?" he notices your movements. "What a fucking pervert, can't even sit still for ten fucking minutes?"

"I'm sorry," you sob, making a guilty face. "i'm sorry, I just…"

"Just a whore who can't sit still for a minute without my cock inside?" he throws the pen away and then grabs your hips, pushing you onto the table, right on top of his blueprints. "look at you, all soaking just from sitting on my lap." he hisses as his hands work on his belt.

And you're not sure how he's going to use that belt: tie your hands or spank you.

R — Risk

Having sex in his office with the door open is already a damn risk for you. But not for William Afton.

"Stupid lamb," he thinks, seeing how scared you are every time Henry's voice is heard outside the door.

William will put you in more frightening and risky situations than this. It's a dust compared to what he has planned for you.

Afton is always open to trying new things, especially in sex. Usually the offers come from him, not from you. Your brain just doesn't work in that way, yet. William often encourages you to experiment, enjoying your nervousness and inexperience.

This person prefers to risk your health by not using condoms, instead putting you on oral contraceptives.

S — Stamina

He has a lot of stamina, which was useful not only in chasing that boy who tried in vain to escape, but also in sex. Usually William lasts about 20 minutes.

There will be as many rounds as William wants. And, of course you, being his obedient girl, will accept them.

T — Toys

William doesn't use them very often, but he does have some.

Blindfold, handcuffs and vibrator. These three things can be used on you simultaneously or separately. It all depends on what kind of mood he is in.

If he blindfolds you, then he comments his every move. He runs his hands over your breasts, at first just gently touching, squeezing a little, making your nipples harden. And then he pulls them, causing pain, watching your skin turn red.

If he handcuffs you, it's either because you asked him to try or because it's your punishment. Anyway, eventually your hands are handcuffed tightly and painfully behind your back while you kneel in front of him with his cock in your mouth. The view is amazing, William thinks, moving his hips and going deeper, making you wanna vomit. And the thing is, you can't even tap on his leg to tell him to slow down. But that's the point of these handcuffs, that they immobilize you.

"Why all those tears?" he smirks. "didn't you ask for it yourself?"

If William uses a vibrator on you, he holds your hips, pressing the vibrating toy directly against your clit. You're crying not only from pleasure, but also from the growing pain of overstimulation, since you have already cum twice.

U — Unfair

William is an unfair man, in everything. And when it comes to sex, he's doubly unfair. He doesn't know which he likes more: to mock morally or physically, so he chooses both.

He spends eternity with you, stretching you to take his cock, making you so wet that three of his fingers easily enter you. And at the end... a sudden call to work. And the worst part is, he leaves a ghostly kiss on your lips with a whisper: "don't play with yourself while I'm gone, honey. You don't want to be punished, do you?"

William brings you to the meetings that his old friend Henry holds at the end of the work week to see how many dollars they earned. Henry likes to bring his favorite beer, snacks, and he's usually the only one who talks a lot.

You are sitting at the table, discussing something and eating, when suddenly you feel William's hand creeping under your skirt.

And then he pushes your panties to the side, his long fingers touching your clit, what makes you flinch slightly.

"Y/n, is everything okay?" Henry asks.

Meanwhile, you feel William's damn fingers spreading your wet folds, and he inserts one finger. You're choking on your food.

"Yes," Henry needs to be distracted urgently. "c-can you open the window? It's so stuffy in here."

Henry narrows eyes, but gets up from the table and walks over to the window. William starts to run his finger faster over your clit, and you make a moan, which you quickly hide with a cough.

V–Volume

Loud moans from him are rare. William takes deep breaths that ends in growls. Sometimes he makes little moans, murmuring how tight your cunt feels.

If he degrades you, he will mock you by imitating your whines and moans.

William's voice is attractive, and the british accent makes it even better.

The way he pronounces the letter "r" and stretches words, goosebumps run down your spine. When he whispers praises as "my good girl" or "my little rabbit." Or when he growls while fucking you, its both scary and exciting. His voice is enveloping.

His british accent is like velvet, soft and sophisticated. When he speaks, it seems that every word is covered with honey, slowly dripping from his tongue. It's like he's casting a spell on you, and you're succumbing to his charm.

W — Wildcard

Chica wasnt working properly. William needed to see what was wrong with her beak, but he needed someone to hold tools and napkins for him. This job won't take long, he promised you. But you've been here for hours. Turns out that something was wrong with the robot's voice box, Chica couldn't pronounce her lines correctly.

He explained something to you about robotics and how all these mechanics work, but every word he said passed you by. You couldn't concentrate. Although his request was quite simple, it was a real torture for you. The air in the room became heavier and thicker, you felt the warmth spreading throughout your body, passing through all organs and sinking to the bottom of your belly. You didn't know why. Or didn't want to know.

William was half-naked. His white shirt and purple vest were hanging on a chair. You're used to seeing a man like this, he often took off his outer clothes so as not to stain them. After all, work with animatronics has always been very very dirty.

You saw the proves of these words on William's fingers. It's always those damn fingers, you think. William's are long, thin and insanely beautiful. They're calloused, with small wounds. And now they were even more beautiful, stained with animatronic oil.

You tried to focus on something else, but William wiped his hand on his pants, leaving a dark oil stain on them. It only made everything worse. You urgently needed a fresh breath of air, not only because of this sight, but also because of the terrible smell that quickly spread as William began to pick at Chica's beak with a screwdriver.

"What is that smell?" you asked, wrinkling your nose.

"Chica has leftover pizza in her mouth and beak, probably expired. The smell is terrible, i agree." William muttered back. How did pizza ended up there...?

The smell was almost unbearable and your nostrils burned from irritation.

Expired pizza doesn't smell like that.

You turned your head to the yellow animatronic and leaned a little closer, getting under William's arm. Chica looked a little scary without a beak, her mouth turned into a dark hole with a lot of wires sticking out of it. The smell intensified, and you winced again, trying not to breathe through your nose. How could William even breathe so normally? You began to look closely at Chica's face, her design and a cute bib covered with a few drops of blood. Wait, what?

"Why is there blood on it?" you asked again, not taking your eyes off the animatronic.

"One boy got hurt. You know, it happens, the movements of animatronics are not always smooth. He must have tried to hit her." there's a slight pause, and he grins. "Children can be cruel."

You narrowed your eyes as you considered Afton's words. Before you reached the logical conclusion in your mind, William's voice sounded right in your ear, which made you flinch.

"Hand me the soldering iron." he asked, and you nodded, handing him the instrument. When his dirty fingers touched yours, you tensed up.

"This smell... " you couldn't ignore the strange topic. "it doesn't smell like an expired pizza at all."

"Did you know that curiosity killed the cat?" it sounded rather threatening. William stopped picking at robot's beak, making a serious face. You instantly froze, regretting the question you asked. "Haha, what happened?" he laughed. "That's just a warning for the future."

You didn't know what to say. You bit the inside of your cheek in worry, sighing. Although the smell was all over the place.

"Now my turn to ask." he put Chica's beak on the floor along with the tools, his hands reached for a napkin, wiping away the dirt. You were waiting for a question, worried. William was dangerously close to you, the terrible stench from Chica mixed with the smell of his cigarettes. Disgusting, but intriguing. "Do you like me?"

"No." you answer categorically. He looks at you in fake surprise, knowing full well that you're lying. "I mean, yes, a little bit, but-"

He rubbed between his eyebrows, smearing oil there as well. "Actually, i asked to listen to your stupid excuses once again." he paused before grinning. Your flushed face looked ridiculous, but it was pretty cute. "do you really think I don't notice the way you look at me? You think i dont know you're checking me out?"

Your stomach just did a somersault. Your throat got dry. But the last question fucked everything up.

"Do you think I don't know that you touched yourself in the toilet of my pizzeria?" William asked tartly, speaking the question emphatically loudly. You felt sick.

"How did you...?" you stammered, not even denying his words, you were so shocked.

"Cameras, Y/n. You're lucky I saw and not Henry." William continued to mock, slowly crawling up to you. His hand was on your leg. You couldn't take your eyes off his hands, now the oil has stained your clothes too. A chill ran down your spine, you lost all thoughts in a second. Even the disgusting smell seemed to have disappeared.

You automatically moved back and immediately squeaked softly in pain when you hit the back of your head against the wall. William's lips parted in a crooked grin.

"Stop acting like that." he commanded as if to a dog. William moved closer, getting between your legs. He was crawling towards you like a predator to a frightened prey, ready to attack and sink his fangs into its throat.

The dirty oil from his fingers burned your skin. His gaze stared into you, and the oil on his fingers left a stain on your shirt. You couldn't fight it anymore, your body succumbed to his touch, his hands slid over your hips.

"Come on, honey, take the initiative. Kiss me. You wanted this so badly, why don't you take the chance if I'm right in front of you?" you remained motionless, your body tensed. It was unclear if this was another mockery.

His words hung in the air, remaining as a tempting offer. You couldn't hold back the blush that spread across your cheeks, your pulse quickened and your heart seemed to jump out of your chest.

Your lips touched his in a feather-light kiss. William let out a malicious laugh into your mouth, his palms cupped your face, forcibly pulling you closer, now staining your cheeks with oil. His tongue ran teasingly over your lips before sliding inside, brazenly exploring every corner of your mouth. You gave yourself to him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck. William pulled away, your eyes met as you both needed to catch breath.

Before you could say anything, his hands began to unbutton your shirt, exposing your bra underneath. William's fingers traced the contours of your nipples through the fabric, making them harden. William smiled slyly, leaning in for another kiss before whispering, "good girl." He grinned when he heard you moan.

His hands quickly got to your pants and he pulled them down to your knees.

William fucked your mouth with aggressive kisses, not allowing you to pull away.

"Little pervert. Fucked herself with her fingers in the toilet of a children's fucking diner." William growled. "You couldn't even cum. Your little fingers aren't enough to satisfy your cunt, are they?"

You closed your eyes, nodding obediently. Again... again these mocking that make you want to howl plaintively.

You were humiliated by agreeing with every word he said. It was arousing as hell, your needy eyes screamed: "fuck me, right now and right here." Everything in your body burned and ached, begging him for more.

"Buddy, are you done with Chica?" Henry's voice rang out in the hallway of the pizzeria. William pulled back, his lips curling. Your face is pale from the fear of being caught. You immediately began buttoning your shirt with shaking hands.

"We'll continue this a little later, honey." William cooed, looking at your neck contentedly.

X – X-ray

18-19 cm.

Y — Yearning

You turned out to be his little stress reliever. And stress is a very common in William's life, being a single father and a workaholic, he's always busy at work, projecting future animatronics, designing and much more.

But is that all he's doing?

William is often tired at work, under intense stress because of the eternally screaming children and their moms. Also, Henry is always running around the place, either Charlotte is lost or something else. A lot of paperwork is also tiring. In this case, stressed William is more gentle and tender with you, allowing you to sit on his lap while you whimper and rub against him, trying to achieve orgasm. "Good girl. Helping daddy relieve stress after a hard day, that's right. I'm too tired to fuck you properly." he kisses you on the neck and then on the cheek. “Can you cum without my cock? Do it, show daddy that you're a big girl.”

Z — Zzz...

William is a light sleeper, he can wake up from any movement or rustle. If the sex took place in the bedroom, he will only be happy to rest after. Sometimes all William craves is just silence. And you're indeed silent, lying next to him, trying to catch your breat, because you're too tired to talk, even move. After all, sex with him is usually intense and exhausting.

Sometimes William gets so tired after spending the whole day fixing animatronics that he falls asleep first. It gives you an amazing opportunity to glance at him better, to look at his features without his always mocks and teasings about it.

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[ashthemadwriter-archived]

With a reader who's not used to affection

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Could you do Chuuya, Dazai and any other characters ( idrc cus i'm pan ) of your choosing with a reader that's not used to affection and sometimes flinches / shivers in a reaction to them being touched :)" ◜By lovely anon!! ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Suggestive content

Word Count: 1.2K

↳Osamu Dazai

§ Dazai likes physical contact, and he also likes to tease; but he's a really understanding and loving partner once he starts a relationship with someone he loves too (Though it will take him a pretty long time to admit that he has real feeling for you but that's another story), so he won't be on the teasing part too much. Emphasis on "Too much". He will still tease you, brush his hand against yours when walking next to each other and eventually get a hold of it, surprising you with a light peck on your cheek especially if you're in public and rests his hand on your shoulder, all to see how your cheeks rose in light pink and of course, because he loves the feeling of your skin against his.

§ He won't force you into anything or suddenly throw himself on you (although he will get there eventually, that's inevitable lol); he starts from small, simple touches and takes his time, preparing you step by step until you fully get used to him touching you affectionately, and then he'll start touching you in his own ways hehe~ (stopping here, gonna keep this SFW)

§ Dazai is huge on kisses- He'll kiss you on the cheek while throwing some cheesy pick up line or a tatty compliment your way, planting small, wet kisses on your neck with his arms wrapped around you from behind in the morning when you're making breakfast for him, pepper kissing your face when you're all snuggled against him in bed at night; he'll leave you with no option other than to adapt to his touchy attitude because this man cannot keep his hands off you for a mere second, and also because you do like it, despite quivering every time he lays a hand on you.

§ Loves to see you struggle when you want to give him a kiss as well, but this feels all new and you still find it hard to express your love for him through affectional gestures. The expression you wear whenever he catches you off guard with a kiss or perhaps a surprise hug has him walking on air, because you are so cute and he can never ever get enough of you. He has mixed feelings because although he wants you to get used to his touch, he also loves the affect he has on you. Don't even get me started on the shivers.

The documents you were working on were complicated, wordy and required a lot of concentration; but you were dazed ever since you woke up that day, and your boyfriend's lips on your ear shell were not exactly "helping".

"Mhm... Why did you stop typing, Bella? I hope I'm not distracting you from your work"

Did he actually mean it? Well, you had doubts about that.

"You kinda are right now, Osamu.

Dazai let out a deep breath and smiled when you shivered as your skin warmed up, lips brushing against the crook of your neck and getting pleased when he felt you bating your breath.

"Why is that, baby? I'm just minding my own business right now"

What was his business? To distract you from your work, or to get you all tempted? It didn't really matter; because either way, he was going to get what he wanted.

You.

"Maybe you should take a break and cuddle with me. I've heard that cuddling with your boyfriend can really help you ease your mind and relax"

This was the exact kind of stuff he would deceive Kunikida to fill up his notebook with, but in your case, it was mostly true. You could never deny how warm you felt when he was around, nervous but the kind that would make your heart flutter as his fingers traced down your skin.

"Yeah... Maybe I should"

Dazai smiled when you turned around and cupped his face to pull him closer, feeling deeply satisfied; not because of the fact that he won again, but because he got to feel your soft, warm lips against his.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

§ Chuuya is an extremely understanding partner as well. Given that his love language is acts of service, he might not realize it at first sight, but after a while he'll get a clue. No matter how much you've let your guard down, gasping and literally jumping in your seat when he places a hand on your shoulder is not a normal reaction.

§ He's the type of guy to blame himself for things that ae not even his fault, and this also happens in this case. Maybe it's because you don't want him to touch you, maybe he makes you uncomfortable and a thousand of maybes and doubts fill his head and make him insecure about the whole situation. He gets a bit distance at first, to give you the space you want to yourself; a space where he assumes he doesn't belong to.

§ It eventually hits him after a while, and makes him sad. Why aren't you used to doting touches? Because you didn't get them much. As your boyfriend, he feels responsible; so he showers you with love and compliment, and perhaps a loving kiss on your forehead or a possessive grip around your waist when you're out in public.

§ Chuuya starts teasing you once he feels that you've gotten used to his soft touches; not as much as Dazai would but still, since he loves to fluster you and he's only human (Or maybe not, but we're not here to talk about that). He won't do PDA since the risk of his enemies targeting you is high, but when you're alone in his office, you're not allowed to sit anywhere else other than your special spot, his lap. Having his arm wrapped around you while he's doing paperwork has become a habit of yours. Whenever you enter the room you automatically head to his chair and make yourself comfortable on his lap, where you'll always be welcomed; even when he has so much work to do.

§ Sleeping in the same bed is pointless unless you're in his embrace, right? His arms will be wide open for you to bask yourself in the warmth of his chest, to feel safe and secure because he will protect you, no matter what.

A nice night in winter should starts with a tasty meal, a cup of hot cocoa and end with your head on your boyfriend's lap when he's sitting in front of the fire place; although that part wasn't exactly planned by you.

It's pleasant to feel Chuuya's bare hands once in a while, delicately tracing down your cheeks to your neck. An comfortable silence is present in the room because you're both too drowned in your thoughts; Him thinking about how soft your skin is, like a new born baby, and you thinking about how much you don't want this to end, given how hard you're trying to prevent yourself from dozing off.

It's a battle between you and him, to see if you can keep up when his fingertips are so gentle, tenderly drawing meaningless patterns on your skin, your hair or wherever they can reach. After a few minutes you finally give in, drifting to wonderland, defeated by Chuuya's love and care. In the middle of your sleep you can feel his arms getting wrapped around you to carry you to bed, smiling softly when you feel his figure next to you, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

Everything feels so new, but with him by your side, you've got nothing to be afraid of.

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[chiharuhashibira]

Hiiiiii so I was wondering if you can do a sanemi x fem abused reader plss?? And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and sanemi comforts us ???pls and thanks (if not sanemi kiojuro or obanai??)

Of course! We certainly can~ Your wish is my command UwU

I've been wanting to write about Shinazugawa-san! And no worries about the Kyojuro and Obanai imagine~ I'll definitely make one and tag you hihi ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Curse words, Wound and Blood, Abuse Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

Notes: Y/N = Your Name | E/C = Eye Color | H/C = Hair Color

As if by muscle memory, you flinched and covered your face as the plate crumbled into pieces on the floor. The streaking pain and screaming echoed inside your head, confusing you about what's real and what's not.

As you looked down, you saw tiny red droplets on the wooden floor. With a lump now forming on your throat, you crouched down, and tears started to escape your E/C eyes. The tremors came back as if you were back at the old estate where you had been living a year ago.

Your mind was filled with endless memories of how your own mother and your new stepfather had physically and verbally abused you.

"You're a fucking twat. You should've died with your father."

"Why don't we just sell you, Y/N? Perhaps we can get money from you getting laid! You're just a piece of shit to us anyways..."

A small sob escaped your lips as you looked around, your sight blurred with tears. Then suddenly, a warm, calloused hand gently caressed your back.

"Hey Y/N, calm down, please. You're safe with me."

All your demons calmed down inside of you as your E/C orbs met with his pale purple ones.

Oh yes, you have been living with the Wind Hashira for a year since you watched as your evil parents turned into a real-life demon in front of your eyes. He was your saviour; he still is, and that's the reason why your heart started beating fast for him.

You remembered the first night after the traumatic incident when Sanemi insisted you come with him to Kocho-dono's place. Who would've thought that this harsh-tongued man, full of scars from his old and present battles, would take you under his wing and show you a part of him that he has never shown to anyone after his nightmares came true?

Sanemi gently picked you up as your shivers continued to take over your body. Normally, you would protest this gesture, scared that he might tease you for being so frail, but that never came from him. He never mocked you.

"Y/N, breathe. Please breathe for me."

You followed him as he slowly put you on the zabuton, making sure that he was beside you to support you in case you fell down again. You watched him as your sight got clearer once again; he was opening a little box that he always hid under the table. His little first aid kit.

Sanemi is aware of your panic attacks; he even prepared things to help you when your past gets ahold of you once again, like this first aid kit that he kept in case you wound yourself up.

"Sanemi, I'm so sorry. I dropped a plate again."

He grunted, taking your hand and cleaning the wound from it that you got from accidentally squeezing the shard on your hand a while ago. No words came out of him for a few seconds. His eyes and hands are just focused on wrapping the wound on your hand with bandages.

Then after that, he looked up at you with no smile, but his eyes said it all. He was trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N, it's just a plate. I won't be mad even if you accidentally break every single one of them." He suddenly pulled you into his arms, embracing you with a warmth that no one would ever expect.

Flashbacks brought back your first kiss with Sanemi and how he tried to make you stop crying from being too scared that he wouldn't come back from his missions. You saw how he beheaded your demon mother and stepfather after they scratched his arms back then. You never want to see him hurt again, but he's a demon slayer. A Hashira, to begin with. His life won't really be about comfort and pleasures; he's here to slay demons, and he sacrificed his safety for that devotion.

You always wondered why he had agreed to take you under his wing after Kocho said that you were too scared, even to the three young girls in the Butterfly Mansion, but not to Sanemi. Despite his complaints, he still took you in and made sure that you were in safe hands.

Until one day, you just fell for him. His mean attitude, scarred exterior, and cold facade—those never stopped you from loving him more. And he fell for you too. He would never say things like, I love you, but you always felt special. Especially when he kissed you that night when you tried to stop him from leaving for his mission.

"Don't leave me Shinazugawa-san... Please... I—I... care for you so much."

Sanemi leaned in for a warm, passionate kiss, and you'll swear that his eyes glistened seconds before his intimate action.

"I'll come back for you. I won't die that easy. You know how badass I am, right?"

And that's it. That's how you and Sanemi's relationship changed in an instant.

"Hey, you're drowning in your thoughts again."

Sanemi pulled you out of the embrace, held you by your shoulders, and stared at you with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sane—"

"Another sorry from your lips, and I won't kiss you again."

Your heart started beating fast after what he said. You shut your mouth and bit your lip, making a small smile appear on Sanemi's face.

"Good girl. E/C, those fucking demons cannot return to harm you. I won't let them. I'll slash their heads even before they take a step near you. I promise I'll protect you. I won't lose you too."

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Sanemi suddenly pulled you into his arms again and kissed through your H/C hair. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't let that happen." He caressed your back, hushing you from the remnants of your past.

The fear in you subsided. Sanemi's right. No one can hurt you again. Sanemi's the only person who can kill the demons inside your head. He's the only person who's always there to get you back on your feet if you fall. His loving comfort and company are all you need to heal from your nightmares. And perhaps you're also what he needs to make peace with his.

Your shaking subsided as your breathing stabilised. You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Sanemi's sweet smile. This part of him is for your eyes only, and you're happy with that.

"Your wound still hurts, doll?" You shook your head. Sanemi suddenly pulled you onto his lap and held your waist. "That's good to know. If you ever feel that again, always remember that I'm here, okay? I'll kill all those demons for you if that's what it takes."

You hummed, putting your hands over his shoulders. "Thank you, Sanemi. Thank you for being here."

"Of course. I love you."

That's the first time that you've heard those three words come from his mouth. His raspy voice and his loving smile made you blush. You'll say the world has stopped, but it already has since Sanemi started loving you back.

"I love you too. I'll do my best to take care of you too."

Sanemi bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Now kiss me." He said, and you happily obliged, pressing your lips gently onto his as he embraced you tighter.

"Y/N, you're mine."

"Always yours, Sanemi..."

You replied through the sloppy kisses, and you'll never know; perhaps it'll be more in a few blinks of an eye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

I hope you enjoyed this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you so much for your request! And yes! I'll be writing a Kyojuro and Obanai fic for yah~ Totally appreciated this! ^^

Keep the requests going! Aside from X Reader, I also write Yaoi soooo~ BUT LET'S JUST FOCUS ON KNY BL IN CASE, FIRST!! XD

Feel free to comment and reblog this story~ Arigatou Gozaimasu!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

#sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x fem!reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #sanemi angst #sanemi shorts #sanemi imagines

[thehighpriestess1]

Having a kid with CEO Gojo : 2

Summary : Gojo gets help from his daughter to get y/n.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Warning : Kissing, slightly suggestive, not proof read (sorry).

Extension of this

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Gojo sat on the tiny pink chair with a tiara on his head and looked at your daughter, who was sitting opposite to him and was now serving tea to Mr.Teddy and Ms.Dolly in her custom Hermes tea set. Gojo pouted and looked outside the play room, hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife. 

"Daddy, is mommy mad at you?". Alice asked as she placed a tray of sponge cake in front of him. Gojo looked at her and smiled. She was the perfect mix of the both of you. She had your face and his eyes and hair, and she clearly inherited his sweet tooth and your smartness.

"Yes Princess. She is". 

"Did you forget to brush your teeth? I forgot last week and she seemed mad at me but then I kissed her and she forgave me. You should try it". Gojo chuckled as Alice spoke in her sincere baby voice. 

"No I brushed my teeth but she won't kiss .e". He pouted, biting into the cake. "What did you do then?".

"I forgot to .. have a tea party with her?". Gojo pressed his lips and feigned remorse. In reality he had made dinner reservations for both of you but had forgotten about it and only remembered it until it was too late. 

"Mommy!!!!!" Alice yelled loudly, making Gojo flinch. "What are you doing Princess?". Gojo asked, looking at the giggling girl. "I am calling mommy to have tea with us".

"What happened?!". You rushed to the room in less than a minute with a concerned look on your face. You bit your lip to control your amusement at seeing your husband sitting with a tiara on his head and mouthful of cake. "Come join us, we need one more person ". You looked at Gojo, who shook his head denying that it was his doing. You weren't even mad at him anymore, you just liked teasing him. You smiled at your daughter and took your place next to your husband. "You need a tiara". Alice said and walked towards her dresser to pull one out. 

"y/n come on ...". Gojo whined. He hated being ignored by you. You turned the other way trying to hide your smile. It was amusing to see 6"3, built man, CEO of the Gojo group, whining with a tiara on his head.

"Y/n ....baby... My spongecake". You twisted your lip in fake disgust and looked at him.

"Love, are you mad at me?". Gojo asked, trying to reach for your hand under the table but you pulled it away, refusing to talk to him. He frowned and pulled your chair towards his'. "Satoru! You'll break the chair!" You said as you tried to balance yourself. Gojo leaned in close to you with his lips ghosting over your earlobe, "won't be the first furniture we have broken". Your eyes widened and you hit his chest lightly but he caught your wrist and pulled you into a chaste kiss. 

"I told you a kiss would fix it!". Alice yelped as she ran towards both of you. You looked at your daughter and then back at Gojo. Corking and eyebrow, "You're taking advice from our daughter now?". 

"It seems to be working, doesn't it?". 

"Mommy, is your headache ok now?". Alice said as she pressed her palm against your forehead. It was cute how she picked up habits from her father. You brought her hand from your forehead and kissed it."Yes darling". 

But what a mistake you made hiding it from Gojo. "What happened?!". He asked, a little more seriously. You nudge your head towards Alice to tell him to calm himself down. "It was just a headache". Gojo didn't speak for a few seconds and then removed the tiara and placed it on the table. "Princess, mommy and daddy need to talk now okay? Sam (nanny) is right here so go play with her". Alice nodded and rushed out of the room. 

"Y/n..-". 

"Before you freak out, I swear it was just a headache. I took some medicine and slept the entire afternoon and I was fine". The expression on Gojo's face showed that he was not happy about it. He was protective…. Really protective of his family and had rushed you to hospital countless times over a mild fever and headaches. He had his reasons but it made you hide the smallest of illnesses from him. 

"Love.. you should have told me". He pulled you by your arm and had you sitting on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and packed his cheeks and then the furrowed brows. "I know.. I'm sorry. Forgive me?". You asked tilting your head to the side. Gojo shook his head and tightened his grip around your waist as he locked eyes with you.It was his turn now and the slight smirk ghosting his lips told you that he wouldn't go easy on you "Pretty please? I promise I won't do it again". You asked again, pouting at him but he shook his head refusing to forgive you. 

You opened your mouth to say something but your words were swallowed by his lips. "Satoru! Alice is right outside". You said trying to push him away but he moved his lips to your chin and then to your neck. "Then we better take this upstairs" he said before he scooped you in his arms and walked towards your bedroom.."-and don't worry we will be paying a visit to Shoko in the evening".

#gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo fanfiction #gojo fanfic #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons #ceo gojo #yandere gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo angst #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #fanfiction

[prodbyblush]

Can i request for High and Low S.W.O.R.D Leaders + Amamiya Brothers reaction when someone catcalled their s/o right infront of them?? It's fine if you don't wanna thoo ^^

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

an: i don't write for amamiya brothers unfortunately, but hope writing for the leaders helps!

cw: harassment, cursing in murayama's part, violence (?) in hyuga's

→ fem!reader

As opposed as he is on your graveyard shift, COBRA knew you with his eyes closed. Whatever shift schedule your boss places you in - morning, mid day or night, you'd still take up on it. Because you love your workplace and what you do.

So every early morning, he'd wake up early to pick you up and have breakfast together.

"Hey pretty girl, smile for me, will you?" A sleazy man inside the train station says, followed by a sound of chuckling.

It's so early in the morning and Cobra doesn't want to make a scene. So what does he do? He stares at the man with an intimidating glare, no words being spoken to him. He won't stop until the man gets uncomfortable with his glare and begins to scurry away.

"I'm okay, baby. Thank you for helping me." You say, wrapping your arms around his, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek.

Cobra would be on edge for the rest of the day, so please reward him with lots of kisses and cuddles after!

"Dress looks good on you, sweetheart. Give me a twirl, yeah?"

As those vile words reaches ROCKY, he is already turning his head to look at the man, eyes glaring down at him through his dark shades.

"I'm with her." He begins to reply, causing the man to flinch at his appearance, the smile on his face disappearing instantly as well.

"I'd appreciate it if you leave my girlfriend alone." He adds, the mean and dark glint in his eyes deepening, the tone of his voice serious and not joking around.

And as the man leaves, he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I won't let anyone treat you like that." He tells you, holding your hand to place a kiss on the back part.

For someone as young as MURAYAMA, he's got a lot of energy and so he does not have any problem throwing hands especially to people who disrespect you.

"Fuck off, man!" He'd shout, raising double middle fingers to him. "I'm her boyfriend. And if you don't start in five seconds, I will respectfully beat the shit out of you!"

Safe to say, the man did start running after that and Murayama turns to you, pouty and puppy dog eyed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He says, placing a kiss on your cheek while he side hugs you. "Won't let that happen to you again, baby."

SMOKEY is someone who'd stop from his tracks and give your hand a gentle squeeze while slowly turning around to face the man who said those disgusting words at you.

"That's enough." He'd say, eyes narrowing down and hard at him. With his piercing glare, the man walked away without saying another word. And as much as he wanted to bring him down to his knees and say his apology not to him, but to you, he didn't want to make a scene.

"Let's go have your favorite food, yeah?" He'd say, giving you a smile as he squeezes your hand firmly in his. "Or do you want to order in and watch your favorite movie. Your call!"

Before you could even register what would happen, HYUGA has already disappeared from your side, already in front of the sleazy man who said those sleazy words at you, giving him a slap; the sound of palm meeting cheek resonating in the open air.

"Oi" He begins to say, smirking a little at the man who had fallen down from the ground due to the impact of the slap he gave him. "Don't you think you have something to say? Not to me though, but to my girlfriend?" He'd asks, crouching down to grab him by his hair.

"Admit your actions now, will you? You've clearly made her uncomfortable. Come on, starting spitting those apologies out now."

"Gah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me-"

Letting go of his hair with a thud, Hyuga would walk away from him and back to you.

"People like you who taint my city aren't welcome." He tells the man one last time before wrapping an arm around your waist, walking away.

#high&low #high and low #sannoh hoodlum squad #sannoh rengokai #cobra x reader #white rascals #rocky x reader #oya high #oya koh #murayama x reader #rude boys #smokey x reader #daruma ikka #hyuga x reader

[shadowcatzone]

-a continuation of "single S/O drunk, kisses venti" continues at waking up to venti (this is perfect bc i remember just enough to make it seem like hazy memories)-

[Part 1]

<<The next morning, you wake up to a soft melody. He greets you with a smile. You remember what happened the evening before, so, naturally, beet red, you want to sink into the ground>>

You decide to look anywhere except for the bards face. "Uhm... g-good morning..." you flinch as he sets his lyre aside. "Good morning," he smiles, "do you remember what happened yesterday?" You feel yourself getting a shade redder, if that's even possible. "...I thought as much. It's hard to forget i suppose! I'm truly flattered." You look to the window, pondering wether a broken leg is a price worth paying to get out of the situation. "It's not worth it, the window is made with individual glass panes." You don't ask how he knows this, groaning instead. Instead, you turn your attention to him. He looks somewhat disheveled, like he tried to adjust his attire and only mildly succeeded. He smiles, which immediately brings you close to tears. "P-please don't laugh at me..." his face falls in a second, then he hugs you, holds you close. "I would never laugh... you showed me how you feel, and i don't particularly enjoy playing on peoples heartstrings," he chuckles, "that's what my lyre is for."

You stay like this for a while. It's truly soothing, in more ways than one. "...May i sit next to you?" You nod into his chest, he slowly sinks down next to you, while adjusting the way he holds you. Never once letting you go. "You remember what happened yesterday. Do you mind telling me how you feel? Please? I promise i won't laugh." You feel very uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I-i like you, a lot," he sighs, audibly keeping himself from chuckling, he promised he wouldn't laugh! He clears his throat, leans down next to your ear and whispers, "oh, you like me, do you? So cute," you're close to tears again, "that's okay, i like you too. At least twice as much." You sigh in relief. Then you hit his shoulder, teary eyed "why would you say it like that!?" To which he responds with laughter. "Aww, i'm sorry windblume," he wipes a tear from his eye. He's laughing so hard, the audacity! Then he wipes the tears from your eyes, "you should never give away an answer too readily. I am a bard, after all!" You wonder what that has to do with anything, but it seems to be his excuse to everything.

"Are we- are we still in the tavern?" "Sure are. ...we should probably leave by the way, this is diluc's office." You check, and sure enough, the man himself is sitting at a desk, pointedly ignoring both of you. How you missed him before eludes you. Regardless, you get up, and immediately, you almost fall to the floor, a splitting headache making itself known, venti quickly holding onto you. "Oh, hehe~ thank you for lending her the bed, master diluc! I'll accompany her home." Rather than answer, diluc loudly dropped a ledger on his desk, muttering something under his breath.

You arrive home, headache still present, and lie down in your bed after drawing the curtains. About five minutes later, venti walks in with a glass in his hand. He places it on the bedside drawer, before somehow getting under you. You groan in protest, mumbling about your hangover. "Shhh... it's okay, windblume. You should drink a bit, it'll make it better." You get up slightly, to drink whatever he brought for you to drink. It's a little sparkly, maybe put something in it. But you drink half a glass before laying your head on his lap. "Later," he starts, "i'll tell you exactly who your lover is, you'll hardly believe it." You make no sense of the words, but that might also be your hangover. He massages your temples, softly humming a melody as you drift to sleep once more.

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Thats a lie you play with my heartstrings all day everyday

#i'm eating gilbird #genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin barbatos #venti x reader #venti x you #genshin fanfic #venti the bard #venti fanfic

[causeimhappinesss]

Wesker's captive - part 1

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader (wrote at the 1st person)

Warning: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + "Wesker's captive" will probably have different parts, but they are gonna be random (no order to read them) and it's also inspired from the novel I'm currently writing

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Hastily, I leafed through the first part where he introduced his latest experiments and correlated each event, each date, through disconcerting calculations. After that, he mentioned the works of the researchers he had plundered, then of the other scientists who worked for him, before stating grotesque mutations, sometimes with reports loaded with more appalling details than the others. This part was as exciting as it was long, his latest creation fascinated me, even if I had doubts about its effectiveness.

What is the craziest thing? To create viruses to collect as much money as possible, even if it means creating a powerful terrorist network? Or deciding to remake the world with this same money to finance more extreme research?

After a vast, almost stringy, report, I managed to put my finger on Albert's first theory about the new virus he was studying.

“I can't leave you alone for a moment without your curiosity getting the better of you.”

I didn't hear him coming, but I didn't flinch, thanks to his gentle tone. As I looked up, I smiled and shrugged my shoulder, almost innocently. Only a towel, hanging from his pelvis, masked his nakedness.

“Shake a bone in front of a dog. Do you think it will resist the lure of the marrow for long?”

With velvet steps, Wesker reduced the distance between us, before crouching down facing me as I was on a chair. Even though the distance warmed my face again, I held his gaze, head straight. I had not hesitated to slip into his office when he was in the shower, after I stole the necessary key. For six months he had kept me at his mansion. Six months that I managed to build a bond of trust between us… A bond of trust that would serve me later.

“Well, if this dog is perfectly trained, he won't even wag his tail…” he murmured, in a joking tone.

“I think you’re forgetting human nature. Our desires are often stronger than reason, aren't they?”

My right hand slid down his muscular thigh, then dangerously up under his towel, a way to tease him. He wasn't shy with me. Oh no, he was pushing me to act like an easy lay and sometimes like a prudish woman, an attitude that exposed my weaknesses, a danger to my future.

“Not always. In many ways, you have been wonderfully in control from the start. You will soon be superior to most beings on Earth.”

“Perfect, do you want lessons?” I teased him, in a honeyed voice.

On the fly, he made me fall on the ground, and under the surprise, I dropped the work. The man took advantage of the situation to settle between my thighs, leaned above me. His chest plastered against mine, his face to some centimeters of mine, his hands harpooned my wrists to immobilize them; my heart pounded wildly. I hated myself for reacting like that, for enjoying the slightest physical contact with him. Had I been bewitched in some way? I guess so.

“If anyone can teach lessons, it's me…” he whispered in my ear.

A pulsating tinnitus, as if I had been blown away by the last breath of an explosion, left me paralyzed. When I looked up, I met his lustful gaze as my barriers crumbled and gave way to his captivating irises. One of his hands traced its way down my right side and up to my neck. His lips called to mine. I longed for him to kiss me. When his other hand released my second arm, he stroked my left cheek, that of an incredible tenderness.

Albert pressed his lips against mine, at first for a soft kiss, before the ardor carried him away. Quickly, his touch showed impatient, his hands slipped under my butt and I jumped to wrap my legs around his pelvis. Without the least difficulty, he raised us and dragged me with him in his room. Delicate, he dropped me on his gigantic bed without delay to dominate my body with his. Prompt, he released me of my nightdress and slipped his hands under my nightie. He pressed a series of hot kisses in the hollow of my neck to my chest still covered. Impatient, he hurried to remove the fine fabric, throwing it on the ground.

On my side, I let my fingers touch, trace the contour of his pectoral and abdominal muscles drawn to perfection. Progressively, I untied his towel, until making them fall on the floor. Of a hand trembling of impatience, I approached his still stretched member, to my biggest surprise. Did he want me so much him? Did I manage to make him that effect? The one that an expert woman would master. Guided by my instinct, I came to caress his warm cock, then to encircle it of my palm, in order to carry out movements of back and forth. Husky sighs escaped from his lips, conferring him a charm and a sensitivity that I didn’t know yet in him, in spite of his imposing charisma.

“You’re incredible, treasure”… he breathed.

Finally, I pushed back it in all delicacy, positioned me on my knees, as I had been told to do it in the past. I leaned towards his erection and presses some wet kisses there, whereas he gritted his teeth… The desire and the heat climbed at speed in my body, following the example of the virologist. Then, I took again movements thrust, slow, before speeding up the pace. As I was about to take it in my mouth, he lifted my chin and forced me to lie on my back. Obviously, he did not want me to linger on him…

His hands slid under my butt and he pulled my lacy underwear down my thighs, before he sent it flying somewhere. Without wasting any time, he grabbed his cock and caressed my wet labia. A thin sigh escaped me. I was burning with anticipation. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. A powerful heat rippled through my body. Yet he didn't penetrate me right away. Instead, he preferred to titillate my chest, my erected nipples, with his soft and warm tongue.

“Albert…”

““Albert” what?” he whispered against my skin.

My face flushed for the first time since I had initiated this intimate moment… Even though I could only see his hair, in which my fingers were running, I felt a smile split his lips.

“I want you like I haven't wanted a woman like this for a long time…” he continued in a hoarse voice.

“In this case, show me how much you want me.”

It is all that it needed for him to push himself inside me, delicately. My hands gripped his forearms, I bent my knees further and my hands pressed against his butt to invite him deeper into me. My head thrown back, a soft melody of moans caused by my vocal cords mixed with his wild grunts.

“Y/N…" he growled.

From his mouth, my name sounded like a sweet melody. A sweet melody that evaporated in the warm atmosphere. His back and forth movements became powerful thrusts. The power he exuded, the intensity of his cock, made my head spin. I wasn’t myself anymore. The desire overwhelmed me, engulfed me, consumed me.

I couldn’t determine how long our lovemaking lasted, but it didn’t stop. Albert didn't let me have any respite, he drove the pleasure to the edge of nirvana. With my eyes closed, moans escaped me. My vagina clenched tightly around his dick, like a soft vice, a sign that my orgasm was hitting me full force. Hit by his own orgasm, he grunted, then let his warm seed spill into me. With a sigh, he buried his face in my neck.

I had become his full-fledged captive by choice.

And I had enjoyed every second of it.

I had no regrets, even if it meant betraying my own people.

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[teaberrii]

Quiet Zone

Shh. It won't find you if you're quiet.

Pantalone/You

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Dark ver.) Also cross-posted on Ao3.

Tag list: @fxckingsimp

Is this some kind of joke? You stare at the vintage photo in the book. It’s you. But not you. The woman has an uncanny resemblance to you, but her sunken, hollow eyes make you shiver.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

You want to turn around, but the man behind you has already caged you against the bookshelf. So, you look over your shoulder. It’s the same man from the hallway, except his smile isn’t as kind as the first time you met him. Instead, he’s looking at you sternly as if you did something wrong. You look around the large library that reminded you of Disney as soon as you entered.

“Don’t tell me I’m in the restricted section.”

The sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed. The man takes a step toward you. “And if you are?”

You feel your butt against his crotch. But you gather your emotions and show him the photo you found in the book. “...Who is this? Why does she look like me?”

"...Take a guess." A loud stomp echoes throughout the library. You put the book on the shelf and immediately look to your left. What was that? The man cups your face and makes you look back at him. Then, he puts his finger on his lips. "...It'll go away if we're quiet."

We? Before you can ask, his mouth is on yours, your tongues meeting almost instantly. You feel his hand slide up your skirt and rest on your inner thigh.

Two can play this game.

You boldly grind against him, and he moans quietly into the kiss. You smile when you feel him harden under your touch. When you break away, you say, “...That day wasn’t a dream, wasn’t it?”

The man smiles and kisses your lips briefly. “Mm… What do you think?”

Your underwear falls to your feet. Another loud stomp, but this time… it’s closer. Stay quiet, huh? As your hips move on him, you begin stroking him with your hand, your desire growing as you feel him get bigger under your sensual touches. His fingers glide against your clit. You aren’t sure when it happened, but when you look down, you see your shirt unbuttoned, exposing the top half of your breasts.

Suddenly, you feel skin on skin. You stop and look behind you and see that he’s now naked from the waist down. Your bra comes undone, and soon, both of his hands are fondling you as his hips tease you relentlessly.

Then, that's when you see it through the spaces between the shelves. A giant machine-like monster. But it doesn't seem to see you as its head flinches in all directions. Does it even have eyes?

Your thoughts are cut short when the man sheathes himself into you from behind. Your hands grip the shelf as he slowly moves his hips. But, as soon as you move along with him and gradually increase your pace, you hear him moan softly, and his hands immediately fly to your hips as if to keep you steady.

You look back with a slight smirk. “...Scared you’ll scream?” Then, your eyes widen when you feel the pad of his thumb rub against your sex. He gently applies pressure while leaving butterfly kisses on your neck.

You gasp when his thrusts become increasingly more powerful. The monster reacts to your unexpected sound, and you bite your bottom lip. “...Scared you’ll scream?” His voice is beside your ear, and you can hear the annoying smirk on his face.

Your grip on the shelf tightens as you feel him draw out further and push higher. You spread your legs wider, and a jolt of sensation shoots through you when his thumb starts tantalizing you, gradually building the pleasure.

Another loud stomp… followed by another… and another… until everything is quiet but the sound of soft pants and moans. A loud scream rips through your throat as you finally come. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and with a final thrust, he joins you in the same euphoria you felt seconds ago. His mouth finds yours as your bodies return from the high. His arms are around you; you squeeze your legs together, making him tighten his grip.

That’s when it hits you. You don’t even know this man’s name. He smiles as if reading your mind. “Flip the page."

You forgot about the book in front of you. So, you pick up the book, flip the page, and see the name Pantalone, the Regrator, in bold letters as a chapter heading. Suddenly, you no longer feel his arms around you. Your eyes widen, and you turn around.

All is quiet. As if he hadn't appeared in the first place.

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[aquagirl1978]

Can you do a react about if you and chevaliers fraction (separately please) got into a fight and they raised their voice/hit something and the reader flinched btw your writing is wonderful! Have a good day/night

Thank you so much for the request and the kind words!

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - MC REACTS TO FIGHT WITH SUITOR

Chevalier Michel

It was not often that the second prince raised his voice.

So, on the rare occasions that he did, it was reason to be concerned.

"Simpleton." The single word was loud and sharp like a whip crack in the air.

Your body jerked at his tone, quickly turning around from the bookshelf where you were returning a book.

"None of these were returned properly." In his arms was at least half a dozen books, to which he was frowning at.

He placed them down on a table nearby. You froze in your spot as he stalked over towards you; you knew he was not pleased. He prized those books above all else and this was a job he entrusted you with. And you failed.

He stared down at you, his ice blue eyes cold and piercing, as he roughly plucked the book out of your hand. "That does not belong there."

You let out a small sigh as you felt your body shrink under his gaze.

He raised his arm, and you flinched. Just slightly. And then his expression softened, his gloved hand awkwardly stroking your hair.

You looked up at him in confusion.

"You must be a real fool if you think I have not noticed you are overworking yourself." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "How many times have I told you that work can wait?"

"But your books..."

"Nothing is more important than you, not even my books," he murmured into your hair, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

Clavis Lelouch

"Why are you so friendly with him?"

His voice was calm, quiet even, when he asked you this question in the rose garden.

"Who are you talking about?"

"My brother." His answer was quick and plain, and yet, you shivered knowing exactly which of his seven brothers he meant.

"I am only doing my job as Belle. I am required to get to know each prince..."

"Yes, I am well aware of your duties. The very same ones that led you to get to know me, right?"

"That's not fair." Your voice rang through the rose garden; you didn't care who heard you at this point. Clavis was being unfair, unreasonable.

"Is it, Belle?" You sighed sadly when he didn't call you by your name but rather that title. He approached you, his face so close you could feel his warm breath on yours. "You cozy up with the each of us."

"Enough! You know I am not like that. Why does it bother you so much anyway?"

He took your chin in his hand, making sure your eyes were on him. "Because I hate my brother." His words were not loud, but rather they carried with them a chill that could have frozen the entire garden.

Your body trembled slightly before him. You had never seen such anger in him, and it terrified you.

"I don't want to lose you to him. I can't; I won't."

You relaxed slightly at this revelation, and you offered Clavis a small smile.

"You silly man. How many times do I have to tell you I love you and only you?" Clavis looked at you dumbfounded. To prove your point, you grabbed him by the lapels, and kissed him, reassuring him that your heart belonged to him.

Nokto Klein

"What's wrong?" Nokto had been acting strange all evening, and you couldn't figure out why.

"It's nothing." He shrugged off your question and his coat as you entered his room.

Afraid he was retreating behind his walls once again, you sat nervously on the couch as you watched him pace the room.

"Maybe I should go back to my room?" You suggested, wanting to perhaps give him some space.

He turned around from his desk where he was reading some documents. He crumpled the piece of paper in his hands, eventually letting it drop to the floor. "Is that what you think I need now? To be left alone?" Despite the harsh edge to his voice, there was an unmistakable sadness in those crimson eyes.

You winced hearing his words. It wasn't just his tone, but the words themselves. How could you even suggest leaving him when he so desperately needed you?

Standing up, you crossed the room to him. Taking his hands in yours, you gazed into his eyes, standing strong for him when he needed you. "Talk to me. Please."

And he did. He told you about the trouble he had been having with this one ambassador, and how if negotiations did not work out, there could be some real problems for Rhodolite.

"Do you want to know the worst part of it all?" he asked quietly.

Nodding, you caressed his cheek with your thumb. Leaning into your touch, he continued. "All this extra work, added meetings with the ambassador, extended visits out of town, it all takes me away from you." He averted his gaze for a moment. "I'm sorry I snapped earlier."

Your heart filled with love, you leaned in, kissing him, his lips hungry and needy for yours. A much-needed reminder that you will always be there for him.

Luke Randolph

"Hey, Emma, can you help us out?" Rio asked when he saw you making your way through the garden.

"Sure, what's up?" You joined them on the setee, sitting between Rio and Luke.

"We were enjoying all these treats made with honey, and the problem is..."

"The problem is," Luke interjected, cutting off Rio. "Is that this guy here thinks that these cookies are superior to Yves' homemade honey cakes."

Stifling a laugh, you enjoyed watching the two grown men bicker over sweets. "Boys, there's an easy solution. I'll taste both and let you know which is best."

"Here, Emma, try this." Luke handed you a plate with a slice of Yves' cake on it.

You took a large bite; it was so delectable, it practically melted on your tongue. "Mhmm, that is so good." Luke beamed, clearly pleased with your response.

Rio grabbed your hand, pulling your attention to him. "Emma, have you tried these honey galettes from the new bakery in town?"

Luke scoffed. "How dare you say that anything is better than Yves' baking?"

Rio's brow wrinkled in frustration. "Let Emma be the judge of that." He handed you a large cookie, from which you took a nibble.

It was crisp, delectable, and sweet; you might even call it heavenly. You put the cookie on the tray and closed your eyes as a soft, pleased sigh left your lips.

"Emma!" Luke's voice was raised as he slammed a fist on the table, rattling the tray. You flinched, having not seen Luke this angry before.

"I'm sorry?"

Luke frowned, disappointed. "Emma, I thought you were on my side?"

You scooted closer to Luke and offered him the cookie. "I am. But have you tried this cookie?"

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