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milaisreading · 3 months

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5th times the charm?

Pairings: Itoshi Sae x Isagi's sister!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. This is just a small Valentine's Day idea I had, since the day is approaching us quickly.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Ever since he could remember, Yoichi thought of of his sister as someone who could be described as a hopeless romantic at heart. And while that was something he really admired in (Y/n), her faith in love and finding the right person, it also worried him. He loved his sister a lot, she was a kind and very caring person, so he always wanted the best for her. He mainly wanted her to have a good partner, since finding one was always one of her goals, but Yoichi noted one thing about her crush and dating history. And that was, (Y/n) always seemed to find assholes as love interests. While he doesn't remember much about (Y/n)'s pre-school and elementary school, he would sometimes hear his mom and her talk about those things in the kitchen, a random memory popping out here and there. Middle school and high school was something he does remember pretty vividly the two times she would come home crying. Sure, back then he didn't know much about these things and would try to cheer (Y/n) up, but now that he is older he is more aware of these things. That's why he took it upon himself to keep his teammates away from (Y/n). They were good football players and friends, don't get Yoichi wrong, but he couldn't imagine them with his sister.

Then, to his horror, when his career took of in Re Al, he was confronted with the harsh truth that Sae Itoshi of all people asked (Y/n) out, to which she ended up agreeing! Yoichi tried to keep his opinion at the time to himself, not wanting to offend Sae. But, once the siblings were left alone, he warned his sister about dating him.

'Don't worry. I am sure this time it will be different.' Yoichi recalled her words, and he just hopes she was right. And if she wasn't, an accidental kick of the ball into Sae's face will help him calm down.

Looking at the digital clock, (Y/n) yawned as she read the time.

"Already 23:30... and I am not even done decorating this. I shouldn't have waited till last minute." She muttered to herself, looking down at the homemade chocolate and at some of the decorative items she bought the day before. It was the night before Valentine's Day and (Y/n) was doing her absolute best for the chocolate to turn out as good as possible. She really wanted to impress Sae with it, but also see his reaction. It's something she would do ever since she was little. Her mom would tell her to always look at how a guy will react to the little gifts, and make her judgement based on that. And well, so far (Y/n) faced disappointment after disappointment.

'Eww. The card looks stupid, and pink isn't even my favorite color! I am a boy, are you stupid?!'

(Y/n) flinched as she remembered one of the first boys she liked rip her Valentine's Day card into two and throw it at her. That was disappointment #1.

'I don't like this chocolate brand. Next time get me something else.' Safe to say she never looked at disappointment #2 again. Why were elementary school boys so into brand named chocolate? (Y/n) hummed as she mixed some blue and green into the white chocolate.

'The chocolate tastes nice, I didn't know you could cook or whatever. But, you aren't my type, thanks for the chocolate, tho.' Disappointment #3 came up in middle school. (Y/n) wasn't sure why she cried that day, possibly because he was the first guy she had a serious crush on? It was a mystery to her.

'I don't like girls like you. You are way too much of a high maintenance. And besides, I found someone else. She looks more like a football players girlfriend.' Disappointment #4 came along in her final year of high school. Oliver was someone she met by chance, he wasn't her classmate or anything. Just a boy she met at a local café she met and secretly dated for a while. (Y/n) knew je was someone who liked women, a lot, but she held out hope that he might change for her. Well, she came to realize that the hope was foolish.

(Y/n) bit back her tears as she put the chocolate into the fridge, her heart pounding in fear.

'Please, please be different.' She thought, praying that the 5th time will do the trick.

Now, Sae wasn't a romantic person and never really saw the appeal in relationships or acting all lovesick for another person. In his mind football and practice were the only things that should occupy him... until he became one of those lovesick individuals. Although he tried to hide it, and failed according to Rin and Yoichi, Sae was completely in love with the older Isagi sibling. Always being more gentle and mindful of his words around (Y/n), and doing his best to show off his skills in front of her when she would watch a Re Al match. So, to nobody's surprise, Sae spent 2 weeks preparing a gift for Valentine's Day for (Y/n), something Rin wouldn't let him live down if he found out.

'Hope she likes this.' Sae thought as he finished wrapping up the plush toy he found. It was a limited edition item he saw (Y/n) eyeing for a while, so he had to be fast and get it before it was sold out.

The next day, the two met up in a nearby park to exchange the gifts and go for a stroll through Madrid later.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" The two said at the same time, presenting their gifts in front of each other.

"Huh? You got me a gift as well?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as her heartbeat quickened, earning a nod from Sae.

"Of course."

"But, White day is-"

"I don't care. I will get you a gift for Valentine's Day and White Day." Sae shrugged as (Y/n)'s face turned red.

"You... you shouldn't do that." She argued, but the redhead shook his head to her words.

"No. I want to."

"O-oh..." (Y/n) felt like her heart was about to explode as she handed Sae the chocolate. Neatly wrapped in a pink and white package with a few heart stickers here and there. Sae kept quiet as he inspected the box after handing (Y/n) the gift he got her. The girl felt her heart sink for a moment when he didn't say anything, already fearing the worst.

'The colors are probably wrong-' Her thoughts got interrupted as she saw Sae smile softly and unwrapped the gift.

'He... He doesn't mind the colors?!' She gulped, hugging the gift closer to her form, watching as he took a bite from the chocolate.

"It's not much and not a brand-named item, but I hope you like it." (Y/n) said timidly as Sae raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care. This chocolate is better than any store bought I ever had. Can you make more when you have time?" Sae wondered, eating more as (Y/n) eyes widened in surprise.

"Y-you like it?! You want me to make more?" She asked, face getting redder as her heart was close to burst out of her chest.

"Of course. You made it. Why wouldn't I like it? I love it, actually." Sae smiled at the girl. There was a silence for a moment and (Y/n) felt a few tears escape her eyes, which caused Sae to panic and move closer to see what the issue was.

"Are you alright? I am sorry. Did I say something wrong?-"

"I love you." (Y/n) sobbed out, hugging Sae tightly. The player was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and hugged her back as a small smile was formed on his face.

"Love you, too."

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock #isagi's sister #itoshi sae #blue lock sae #bllk sae #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x y/n #sae x reader

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n0tviv · 2 months

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「 When Vox & Lucifer forgets your birthday 」

WARNINGS : VALENTINO in Vox's part), Angst to Comfort fix, You & Velvette are best friends (sorry to those who dislike her), GN!reader, Reader calls herself a burden :[ , use of y/n, mention of h/c,e/c,f/c (H/c ➭ hair colour E/c ➭ eye colour F/c ➭ favourite colour), swearing, nicknames , NOT PROOFREAD!!

[A/n : I didn't expect Vox's to be so long]

Green colour text is you speaking or thinking example "hi"

Vox :

You yawned before rubbing your eyes, slowly awaking from your slumber, you turned to the side hoping your lover, Vox was in bed with you to cuddle but you were met with your lover's side of the bed cold & nicely made. Of course Vox was probably already awake and at work, you were hoping he would make an exception today because it was your birthday! However, that didn't seem to be true. You didn't let that brings you down tho, maybe he was making you your favorite breakfast so you could have breakfast in bed? You brushed it off before deciding to go freshen up and take a relaxing hot bath to take your mind off Vox.

You made your way to the bathroom, turning on the water to the temperature of your liking before striping and getting into the bathtub

After you finish taking a shower

You wrapped your body in your (f/c) robe before making your way into your shared room to get changed into your favourite outfit, Ouji fashion (or any style to your liking) ! You walked out of your room, expecting to see Vox making you your favourite breakfast but to your disappointment, he wasn't.

That was when it hit you...he had forgotten that it was your birthday. You couldn't blame him though he is a busy man working everyday on his company, Voxtek. He worked everyday from 8-12 hours it probably just slipped from his mind but you couldn't help but feel disappointed.

You made yourself your favourite breakfast, eating it slowly while thinking about how Vox had forgotten your birthday. You lost your appetite from thinking about it so much, you had placed the remaining of your favorite breakfast in the fridge.

You dragged yourself to your bedroom before slamming the door behind you. You couldn't help but wallow in self pity, tears running down your face. You soon fell asleep from crying.

You jolted awake from Velvette barging into your room shouting "Wake up girl ! It's your birthday why are you staying in your room like a depressed chick? Also why are you crying?! You aren't supposed to be sad on such a big event !" Velvette was holding a (f/c) present in one of her arm. She sat you up before handing you the present.

"What got you crying on your big day (y/n)?" velvette asked. "I..V-Vox forgot about my birthday! I c-couldnt help but feel upset and disappointed and started crying" you stuttered, chocking on your tears.

"Oh that bitch! How could he forget such an big event to you? His such an idiot. Why don't you open your present from me and we could go shopping to cheer you up! Sound like fun?" Velvette asked. You nodded before opening your present, inside was your favourite style of clothing in your (f/c) with matching shoes, a handbag & accessories.

"Velvette I love you so much I swear to Lucifer himself,plantonically obviously but you get what I mean! Also that plan sounds like absolute fun let's go!"

On yours and Velvette way out, you two bumped into Valentino,he wished you a happy birthday before going to his studio. Even Valentino remember and you barely even talk to him (or like him for that matter) and Vox, your lover didn't even remember it was good to say that you were pissed.

After you and Velvette came back from shopping, hands full with tons of bags full of your favourite stuff

"Feeling better dear?" Velvette asked putting down the bags of your favourite stuff on the floor of your shared bedroom with Vox. "With you taking me out to buy my favourite things? Hell yea!"

It was good to say that after Velvette left, you placed the stuff you bought neatly in your shared cabinet before placing a letter on the door reading : fuck off Vox, sleep on the couch today. You had placed some pillows and blankets on the sofa outside for Vox. You snuggled into bed before dozing off.

After awhile, Vox came back from work. He thought it was odd that there was pillows and blankets on the sofa but thought nothing of it until he say the note on your shared bedroom door.

He threw a silent tantrum, stomping his feet around. Why did he had to sleep on the couch for ‘no apparent reason???' He didn't even know what he did to deserve his kisses and cuddle session with his beloved lover taken away especially after a long day at work! However, he didn't want to make you more pissed so he slept on the couch like how you wanted him too. He decided, his going to visit Velvette first thing tomorrow morning. He knew you and Velvette was best friends and you told her everything.

It was good to know that the first thing Vox did after waking up was grumpily storming to Velvette's studio demanding why you made him sleep on the couch.

Vox slammed open the door that lead to Velvette's studio,pretty sure if he or Valentino did that one more time the door would fly off their hinges."VEL! DO YOU KNOW WHY THE FUCK DID Y/N MAKE ME SLEEP ON THE COUCH. IF YOU DO TELL ME WHY! " Screamed Vox."WHAT IS WITH YOU AND VAL WITH SLAMMING DOORS. Also yes I do their my best friend why would they not tell me. You're fucking stupid Vox I swear to Lucifer. Did you forget it's y/n birthday yesterday?? They was wallowing in self pity and cried themselves to sleep before I made their day better"

That was when it hit him "IT W—ZZT–WAS Y/N'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY? FFFUU-HUHHHH-UCKKK" Vox slammed the door behind him ("STOP SLAMMING MY FUCKING DOOR" -Velvette) as he ran to your shared room, banging on the door apologizing to you and promising to make up for it.

"Leave me alone.." you mumbled "Y/n my doll, please open the door. I'll make it up to you I promise darling." Vox said. He had cancelled everything he had ongoing and in plan for that week. You thought about it before opening the door, seeing Vox. Vox immediately hugged you and kept apologizing profusely, you two spent the rest of the night shopping, having a fancy date at Hell's fanciest restaurant.

He spoiled you with cuddles, gifts and basically anything you wanted to make up for forgetting your birthday!

Lucifer :

Lucifer was a VERYY busy man, I mean he is the king of hell himself! Of course his day is filled with meetings and other stuff.

By the time you woke up Lucifer had long gone off to work,attending meetings,doing paperwork and alot of others but for the whole day he couldn't shake off the feeling that he is forgetting something very important. No matter how many times he checked his schedule,his calander he couldn't seem to remember what he had forgotten.

when you woke up you had realized the obvious absences of lucifer..you lay in bed,trying to cheer yourself up but failing miserably. You knew and understood he was a busy man with tons of errands he needed to run but you couldn't help but feel sad and abit enraged that he had forgotten such an big event like your birthday after he promised he would never forget it.

He had been running from place to place,having meetings all around pentagram city. He couldn't figure out what he had forgotten until he finally reached home at night and saw you,thats when he remember what he had forgotten.. it was your birthday who could he forget??

"ducky..im sosoosososoosososos sorry! It completly slipped my mind,you're way more important then those stupid errands and meeting. Ill make it up to you duckling!"

In the end it was a happy ending with you two cuddling in bed and having an amazing time the day after to 'repay' that he had forgotten your birthday

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel velvette #vox fluff #vox x you #vox x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer fluff

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elijeon · 6 months

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Lucifer | JJK (i)

— pairing: demon jungkook x (f) reader

— summary: Y/N's life has always been full of disappointments, but that would change upon 'accidentally' meeting Lucifer himself.

— word count: 1.5k

— warning: yandere behavior, detailed smut, manipulation, mentions of blood/death/ violence.

📍authors note: everything mentioned from names to places and beliefs, is purely a creation of the authors imagination and does not reflect anything from reality.

Jungkook found himself ensnared in a dream so vivid and unsettling that beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His closed eyes scrunched in confusion, as if battling the nightmarish visions that unfolded within his subconscious. The scene before him resembled a descent into the abyss, reminiscent of a nightmare that gripped his very soul.

In this surreal realm, he wasn't in the common realms of the underworld he rules in. Instead, it was a place where his younger self belonged—a time when the heavens cast him out like a discarded ragdoll, undeserving for any kind of love, only because of his identity. The sky above was perpetually gloomy, with a chaotic swarm of ravens and crows filling the air, their panicked flight accompanied by ominous whispers from nowhere that intensified with every passing moment.

The scene unfolding in front of him brings back the memories of the past, yet despite an overwhelming urge to spread his wings and soar toward the source of those haunting voices, an unseen force restrained him. It was as if the weight of his past, the echoes of celestial rejection, held him captive.

As the loud and chaotic noise reached its peak, a figure of what seemed to be a woman in her mid-20’s, cast by the golden sun emerged on the dark and gloomy world where he was in.

Unbeknownst to her surroundings or the mysterious voices, she bore an angelic smile that seemed to defy the gloom. Her hair, as dark as pitch, radiated a glow akin to the brilliance of the sun.

The chaotic noise slowly transformed into coherent words, seeping into Jungkook's consciousness like an otherworldly revelation: "To break free from the curse, the daughter of Aphrodite must be yours."

With those haunting words lingering in the air, Jungkook abruptly awoke from the clutches of his enigmatic dream. The transition from the surreal underworld to the waking world left him disoriented, the remnants of the dream fading like mist in the morning sun. Yet, the echoes of a cryptic message lingered, leaving Jungkook with a sense of both curiosity and foreboding.

The daughter of Aphrodite…

“But wait... doesn't that Aphrodite chick not have any daughters?” Taehyung, a grim reaper allied with Lucifer, as they have both intentions of spreading death and madness in the human world, asked Jungkook as he continued to munch the apples in the demon’s table.

Jungkook,who’s now seated on his throne, frowned as he replied to the reaper’s question, “ I know, that’s why it baffles me.”

While most human dreams are often random and meaningless, Jungkook, as Lucifer, the doomed angel, was far from being human. Beings like him don't normally dream, so if they do, it's likely something important.

“Didn’t you say that you saw what the woman looks like? So what kind of creature is she like? Is she just like one of us? A fairy, an angel, or perhaps a mermaid? But I do hope she ain’t a mermaid tho, cause she would smell stinky as hell”

“She’s a human, Taehyung. She has human features, and wears those stupid looking human clothes.” Jungkook replied, annoyed with the numerous stupid questions that Taehyung was asking him.

“Then if so, what are you waiting for? Shouldn’t we go into the human world?” Taehyung suggested, after taking the last bite from the apple he was eating.

“There are 8 billion people living there, there’s no way we could find her that easily, we don’t even know that woman’s name”

“So? Did I say that we’re only going there for her? C’mon dude, try to visit other realms instead of locking yourself in this palace. Plus, It’s been a while since you’ve visited the human world, shouldn’t Lucifer himself make a visit to those pathetic beings?”

“I’ll think about it. But for now, make sure that things will go easy on finding that woman, use your connections if needed. Once you find out who, and where she is, then that’s the only time I’m going there again. And mind you, I am not locking myself here, I’m just busy in handling the ongoing matters in hell”

“Aye Aye, Captain!” Taehyung teased before leaving the place.

The echoing click-clack of my heels resonates through the colossal office hallway as I hurriedly run with a thick file of documents in my hand. Beads of sweat dot my forehead from all the running that I did just to get here, but I quickly wiped them away, as an attempt to somehow still maintain a presentable appearance despite my obvious stressed and tired state, before entering the meeting room.

After fixing my hair, and wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead, I looked at my left hand to see what time it is already; 10:16 am, well fuck it…what could be worse in my life today than being 16 minutes late on an important meeting.

“Just what a way to get fired from your internship, Y/N” I thought I eye-rolled at myself for sucking at my work. I let out a deep sigh, before trying to gain the right determination and word to come up with a reasonable explanation of why I got late.

But to my unfortunate luck, just as I got on my third step, my boss had already called me out in an obviously mad tone.

“Min Y/N, why are you late? Do you lack the capacity to respect other people’s time?! You’re still new to the company, yet you’re already showing these negative traits of yours.”

“I… I’m sorry Ms. Han, I came on time, it’s ju- just that I forgot the documents at the my table so I went back to get it”

Shit, this thing is so embarrassing, most of my colleagues are literally here, hearing all these insults that she’s throwing at me. But what can I do aside from remaining quiet and let her say all those things to me till she decides to stop, if I do the opposite, then I’ll surely gonna get fired right away from my job.

It’s not like I intended to be late…

In all those minutes that she spent scolding me, I just looked at shoes and daydreamed about random stuff instead of actually listening to her. There ain’t no way I’m letting her get into my emotions.

“You can leave now, I don’t need your presence in this meeting. Do your job properly or else I’ll fire you”

I immediately complied with her, not wanting any more minutes to be in that room.

Being a 23 year old freshly out of college girl, things haven't been easy for me. Especially in the aspects of working, I’m originally from Ilsan, but I moved here in Seoul Alone two months ago to seek more work opportunities that could somehow ease up my financial burdens.

Aside from finding opportunities in a new big city like Seoul, I've also actually moved out to somehow move on from the death of my grandma, ever since I was a child, it was just really me and her, through thick and thin. I never really had a mother or a father, my grandma said that someone just left me at her doorstep when I was still a baby, so it’s logical that me and her had a strong bond, since it was just really us.

But now… I’m all alone.

Which is why I’m trying to survive life in the only way I could think of – by working and getting all the bills paid. If that could not even give me any happiness, then might as well just die.

A pat on my shoulders has distracted me from my thoughts, “Hey, I heard what happened in the meeting room” Daniel, one of my coworkers said as he spotted me spacing out.

“Well it seems that that topic already spreaded like a wildfire”

“Hey, cheer up!”

“How can I? it’s literally just been one and a half months since I started my internship here, and it looks like I’m not getting anywhere” I replied in defeat as his attempt to make me feel better failed.

“Well, I’m sure luck will be on your side next time. I mean, you don’t know, life’s full of surprises, you might just suddenly experience something unnatural that could literally change your life in a heartbeat” I just laughed off at his comment, though I did not believe that any of it would happen.

“Yeah, Like meeting up a demon lol”

📍this story will have 2-3 chapters, and updates will be on weekends or in wednesday.

#fanfic #yandere jungkook #bangtan #bts #jungkook ff #bts ff #yandere #jungkook #demon jungkook

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monstrousvoice · 19 days

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Date Night?

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Relationship: Husk X Female Reader

AN: I had a week long writers block cause of this damn thing, but I hope it turned out well despite the trouble I had writing it. Sorry if the ending seems a little rushed, I was struggling with it

Beta-read by the lovely @irkimatsu! I consider them to be the Husk expert, so their input is very important.

Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Sexual Content, No actual smut tho, Angel Dust being a good friend - Hes there for his buddy, As always - Husk is implied to be on the chubbier side

Summary: Sometimes you need a friendly reminder that you're allowed to be happy.

Read on AO3!

“You should head back to your room.”

Your heart seized at the words being spoken to you. Your back was to him, so he wouldn't see the heartbreak on your face. Not that it did any good, one look in your direction and he'd see the way your shoulders tensed, the way you curled in on yourself for comfort he wouldn't give. Not that he would look in your direction anyways.

Even after the vigorous rounds of sex you went through, even with him sitting right behind you, the bed feels cold.

“Right.” You manage to choke the word out sounding relatively normal. You don't want to move, you're tired and sore and you just want his warm body to hold you close, to bury yourself in his scent and sound and feel loved in a way you don't think you ever have, especially not since falling into hell.

You try once more to reach across the gap between you.

“Uhm…Charlie said she's planning a movie night tomorrow? If you wanted to sit…with me-...” Your voice gives an embarrassing crack from nerves as you propose the offer. You know what his answer will be.

“That…sounds tempting doll…”

But he can't.

“But I can't.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath even as you sit up. Swallowing the disappointment and hurt welling up in your throat like bile. You don't think there's any room left inside yourself for such pain…

He offers no explanation other than that - he never does - and even knowing he's not paying attention to you, you still nod your head in acceptance.

“Maybe next time.” He offers, as a pathetic attempt at consoling you. You know there will never be a next time.

So why do you always ask?

The answer to that question hurts so bad you feel like you'll collapse into a million shards, never to be put back together again.

You dress yourself in silence, forcing yourself to not look in his direction as you cover the bite marks and forming bruises from the world. Eventually you crack, and peek over your shoulder at him with all the demur bravery of a lamb.

He sits with his back towards you and the door, facing the red wall of his room. A bottle of cheap booze is already in his claws, and he takes a swig of it without acknowledging your existence. Like you didn't even exist if your cunt wasn't squeezing his dick.

You feel like you're about to vomit.

Clothes on, the area between your thighs feeling sticky and used like a throw away toy, you sneak out of his room and walk back to yours feeling disgusting and weak.

Husk only looks back after you close his door.

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“A-and then he just fucking fell over! Dick still out!” Angel cackled, throwing his head back as he laughed at his own story. Husk laughed with him, the pleasant buzz of being drunk making everything funny. He poured the two of them another shot each as Angel continued.

“Fuck man, it feels so good to laugh. You know that Husky? For fucking years I've been down here-” The spider hiccuped as he grabbed his drink, downing it in one go. “-And I've never been happier than I have been since coming to this tacky ass hotel.” Husk nodded along to his words, letting the spider speak his mind.

“Like, I actually have fucking friends here! That's insane!” Angel laughed, looking giddy. “I-I actually…like being here…” The smile didn't leave his face, but it did soften a tad, looking more genuine and true. His lower hands were folded on his lap under the bar top, and he was leaning against the wood on one top arm. His free arm was idly playing with his glass, tilting it onto its bottom edge and rolling it in circles. His eyes stayed glued to the last bit of liquid courage inside, swishing side to side as he rocked the glass.

“It is…pretty nice here. Even if I was forced into it.” Husk conceded. He wasn't even pretending to work anymore, leaning on one arm on top of the bar as he spoke. He felt so calm and sluggish…like he could lay here and sleep for days…

And then Angel spoke again.

“Oh yeah, I'm sure you don't regret meetin’ her, eh?” His tone was light, and the smile he gave Husk was a genuine one. It made the bartender's blood go cold. Immediately he shifted, shoulders stiffening as he closed himself off.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” He grumbled out, looking away and scowling. Angel froze, letting his glass fall back onto its bottom with a ‘tink’. He raised a single eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at the cat demon.

“I'm pretty sure you do whiskers.” Angel leaned forward, genuine concern overtaking his features. “What happen’? You two get in a fight?” Husk growled low in his throat, the fur along his spine bristling.

The image of your face flashed in his mind, looking so fucking sad, all because of him-

“Drop it. It doesn't fuckin’ matter.” He hissed. He felt uncomfortably exposed in this moment, alcohol mixing with his self loathing into a potent concoction of misery, and Angel is still fucking staring-

“Why do you do that?”

That…was not the question Husk was expecting.

“What?” He asked, more bewildered by the question than angry.

“You and I are friends now, yeah?” The spider asked, gesturing between them both with a single hand. He didn't wait for Husk to respond before continuing. “We're losers, you said. And so it's okay to do loser things in front of each other cause it doesn't matter. So why ain't you tellin me what's wrong with your girl?” He dropped his hand back onto the bar top, drumming his nails against it as he continued. The alcohol in his system put him in a ranting mood.

Husk wanted to be offended, to tell him to fuck off and mind his own business, but he just…couldn't. As Angel spoke, Husk's ears drooped lower, his tail curling around his legs.

“We all know you like her, you know. We all see it, and we all hear it, lemme tell ya. So if there's a problem…I'm here to help, or whatever.” Angel rolled his eyes at his own words, hating how corny it sounded but meaning every word.

Husk sighed, leaning his full weight against the bar. His gut told him this was a terrible idea, but…he did trust Angel. Maybe…he could help?

“For starters…she's not my girl.” Angel looked genuinely shocked at his words, sitting up straight and furrowing his brows.

“I didn't take her for a ‘fuck, no attachments’, kinda gal.”

“Cause she ain't. I'm the one who said to keep things…whatever.” He gestured vaguely, unsure how to label what you two are even to himself. Angel's eyes widened in surprise, blinking at Husk like it was the first time he'd ever seen a demon.

“Well…why the hell did ya go and do that?”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Angel trying his damn best to be his friend…maybe it was the way your voice had sounded late last night when he told you to leave his bed…

Husk felt himself crack.

He hung his head, feeling pain and self loathing flood through him. His next words sounded tired and sad.

“Fuck, cause what else could I do, Anthony?” He took a shuddering breath. “Ask her to be mine and go on to live happy, knowing that someone like her is fucking-...fucking chained to me? A fat alcoholic who's addicted to gambling everything, even his own damn soul, away!?” The bristling of his fur was starting again, his tail swishing angrily at his feet. Even his wings were tense and ready to flare open. Angel - Anthony, simply stared at him, wide eyed but unimpressed.

“Wasn't there something you told me before…? Hmm let me think,” The spider pretended to think, giving an exaggerated eye roll as he did so. “Oh, yeah! You think that makes you unique?” Husk paused, eyebrows furrowing at his own words being spoken back to him.

“Everyone has problems down here buddy, you know that as well as I do.” Anthony brought a hand up to pat him on the shoulder, a small smile on his face. “So if someone wants to be near ya despite that…well what's stoppin’ ya?”

Husk couldn't meet his eyes any longer, lowering himself till he was laying his head on his folded arms on the bar top. His ears drooped as he huffed the saddest, most pitiful sigh of his life - and death.

“Because she's worth so much more than that. Because the way she smiles is damn near perfect, and she doesn't even seem to hate when I have too much to drink, she goes out of her way to say ‘hi’ to me…Because she makes me feel so damn happy…” He buried his face in his arms, his voice coming out muffled. He hoped it concealed the way his voice cracked with emotion.

“And that's what terrifies me the most.”

Anthony didn't say anything in response. He moved his hand from Husk's shoulder to his head and neck, idly stroking the soft fur there and finishing his drink. He gave his friend the time needed to compose himself, waiting patiently.

It took a few minutes, but Husk came back to him. The bartender straightened up, carding his claws over his muzzle and back over his ears to link behind his neck. He breathed deep, cracking his neck side to side before letting his hands fall back down as he exhaled. Angel took his hand off him, letting his friend have his space for a moment.

“Feel better?”

“...A bit, yeah.”

The pair stood in silence for a moment. Angel took a last sip of his drink, pushing the empty glass back towards Husk.

“I can't tell ya what to do Husky, that's your choice.” The spider shrugged his shoulders, “But I do think you should give it a shot. We're allowed to be happy here.” Husk grabbed the glass, moving on autopilot as he dunked it in the soapy water of the sink to clean. He dried it with a rag as he thought on Angel's words.

“Just…think on it baby.” And with that the spider demon stood, knocking on the bar counter with knuckles before heading towards the stairs. Husk stayed put, letting his emotions settle in the quiet of the hotel lobby.

He went through the motions of closing up, emptying the sinks and restocking as he thought. He knows he's a piece a shit, that he's irredeemable at this point…but maybe Angel has a point.

They were all surrounded by crooks and murderers and assholes, but if you choose to be with him then maybe he should embrace it? Maybe that was the last good thing his stupid ass could do, was make you happy…

Charlie's lessons must be getting to him.

Even so, he couldn't stop smiling as he went back to his room, thoughts and ideas of how to impress you blooming in his mind like flowers. He could use his old suit, that still fit him…and Charlie no doubt knew a place that grew pretty hellspawn flowers, she seemed the type to like that sort of thing.

Husk finally found sleep late in the night, the resolve to sweep you off your feet boiling his blood and making him dream of color for the first time in decades.

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When you got out of bed this morning, you didn't expect anything special. You went about your routine and stepped out of your room, only to hear a ‘crunch’ and feel the shape of something under your feet as you stepped out. With a sense of panic you jumped away, your mind immediately assuming that Nifty was crawling on the hallway floor and you had somehow crushed the small demon under you, despite how ridiculous that seemed.

Instead, you found…something not alive, thank Lucifer. You tiptoed closer to peer at it, and recognized bright colored paper wrapped snugly around some very crushed flowers. Confused and more than a little curious, you picked them up, noticing a bent up card tucked in-between the stems. You recognized the handwriting.

Doll,

Got these for you, hope you like em.

I wanna take you out tonight, somewhere nice. I'll stop by your room at 6 to get you. You don't need to go too fancy, just wear something nice but comfortable.

Husk

You stared…and stared some more. Take you out? Where did this come from? You looked up and down the hallway, half expecting Alastor to pop out and laugh about how he ‘got you’ and your look of confusion was sooo funny. Then laugh even harder when he saw how genuinely hurt you felt over a fake letter from the bartender.

No such thing happened.

You continued standing in the empty hallway, looking back and forth for an explanation you wouldn't get. Eyebrows furrowed, you looked back to the card, flipping it this way and that as if you missed some secret note. When nothing changed, you looked at the flowers. They were nice, or at least, they were before you accidentally stepped on them. No other messages attached, though.

You popped back into your room to lay the items on your dresser. Did you really believe this? Husk has made it clear he didn't…didn't want anything more than a rough night of sex every once in a while. He couldn't have left this for you…

Could he?

Hope sparked in your chest, so fast-so quick, and you immediately shook your head and tried to squash it down. No. No. You were not doing this. You were not going to get your hopes up that this was anything more than a booty call. He wanted to get dinner or something first? Fine. You could do that and not get attached like a leech to the smallest bit of affection he showed you.

Should you even go…?

The constant loop you found yourself in with the cat demon…it was taking a toll on you. You could feel it in the way your eyes still stung after crying the night before, the way your chest ached at the thought of him. The sex was good, amazing even, but was it worth the hurt you felt every time you tried to reach for his hand only for Husk to pull away like you burned him?

You groaned, rubbing your face in frustration. Why did you have to make these things complicated? Why couldn't you just take what he offers you and be happy with that?

You knew why…

Huffing, you stared at the letter and flowers and made a decision. You would try tonight, and see if you could make this…thing between the two of you work without all the…the emotions and stuff. And if you couldn't, you would stop. Because it wouldn't be fair to you, and it wouldn't be fair to him.

Just one more try.

And so you found yourself waiting in your room hours later. You had done as Husk’s letter said, dressed in something nice but comfortable, worrying your bottom lip to dust from nerves. What were you supposed to expect from tonight? A cheap dinner to get you in the mood for sex only to be told to leave in the morning once more? You so desperately wanted more than that…

You jumped at the sound of knocking on your door. Tripping over your own feet, you managed to get the door open and felt surprised by what you saw. Husk stood before you, fur slicked back and neat looking, with a proper casual suit on - no missing shirt. He still wore his suspenders, thumbs hooked into the straps and pulling them as he waited for you.

His pupils dilated at the sight of you.

“Whoa…You uh-you look nice doll.” Husk smiled at you, and you felt your heart melt a little. You smoothed non-existent wrinkles in your clothes, fiddling with your appearance.

“Thanks…I hope it's not too casual? Or too fancy?” He shook his head ‘no’ at your words. “You look very nice too, Husk. Very handsome…” Your voice trailed off as you spoke, nervous you were overstepping a line by complimenting him back.

He opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself. You were biting your bottom lip, bracing yourself for him to reject your kindness and tell you not to get attached to him, like he always did…

Husk swallowed his words, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as his eyes darted to the floor.

“Right, thanks baby…” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed. By the way you relaxed, looking at him with wide hopeful eyes, he figured he gave the correct response. Shaking off his nerves, Husk moved to a slight bow, gesturing for you to take a step past him and into the hallway.

“After you, sweet thing.”

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Dinner was…something.

It was a tiny hole in the wall joint that Husk brought you to, one with good food and better alcohol. It looked a little nicer than your average bar however, with nice mood lightning and even music. You wondered if the reason it was so nice was because it was on the edge of the city, not far from the Hotel. Less gangs looking to rob a place all the way out here.

When you sat down, immediately your gut started churning with self loathing and fear. What happened now?

Normally going out with Husk meant him getting absolutely sloshed before flirting with you, asking you to come to bed with him. The words he spoke always managed to make you blush, his baritone voice doing wonders to your body even as you knew he was only interested because of the alcohol coating his breath.

He never seemed to stay sober in your company long enough to talk seriously. You doubted he even remembered the numerous nights you gave in to his charms.

Would tonight just be a repeat of that?

When he ordered a hard whiskey as you settled down into a booth, you feared the worst.

“So um…why did you want me to come out tonight?” You asked, staring a hole into the table top as you hated yourself for falling for this again. You didn't even notice the waiter putting your drink in front of you. Husk took a sip, a single sip, of his drink before turning to you. At least he wasn't chugging them tonight…

“Well I uh…I wanted to do something for you. Make up for everything else, I guess.” You gave him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised. When he didn't elaborate further, you sighed, curling in on yourself where you sat.

“Right, okay…” Your voice trailed off, the two of you sitting in silence even as others in the bar made a ruckus of noise. Out the corner of your eye you saw Husk open his mouth as if to speak, only to snap his jaw shut and take another sip of whiskey.

Just as you thought you would go mad from the suffocating tension, your waiter came back.

“The fuck you guys want?” He asked. He was chewing something (tobacco maybe? smelled like tobacco) obnoxiously loud, looking bored as he started down at you.

You floundered for a moment, realizing you hadn't even looked at the menu yet to see what you wanted. Panic rose in your chest and squeezed your lungs tight as your brain short circuited on what to say.

“Uh-”

“Two of the house specials, and make sure to-” You turned to look at Husk with wide eyes as he ordered for you, telling the server exactly what you wanted and didn't want on your food. Your waiter rolled his eyes and scoffed even as he wrote everything down, not noticing the grateful and shocked look you were sending the cat demon.

You couldn't believe it, Husk actually knew what you liked! You had honestly thought he never noticed what you ordered to eat…

“Th-thank you…” You managed to squeak out after the waiter left. Husk smirked at you, eyes hooded and pupils wide as he looked at you.

“Gotta make sure my baby gets what she wants~” He all but purred at you. He shifted closer to you in the booth, and you jumped in your seat at the soft tickling of his tail against your leg.

Oh no.

You tried to smile back despite the mix of emotions making your stomach twist. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding of your heart, if only he would stop staring at you like that-

“H-how was your day!?” You blurted out, a little louder than you meant to. Husk's eyes went wide just like yours did, taken back by your volume. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, giving a muffled apology.

“Sorry, sorry…didn't mean to be so loud…” He chuckled in response, a deep sound that vibrated through your body even with the distance between you. Distance he was slowly closing in on.

“S’alright baby girl.” Oh god- “My day was alright. Was making sure I got everything done at the bar in time for this.” He gestured between the two of you, and all you could do in response was nod. What was happening right now!? Husk never acted so bold towards you until he had a few drinks in him - and ‘a few’ is quite a bit before he started to feel the buzz of intoxication. Was he drinking before he picked you up? He didn't seem drunk at the time, but it's the only explanation your fried brain could think of as to why he was acting so…not himself.

Everything today was going against the norm of your relationship. Husk never complimented you like he did today. He never let you compliment him back. He never called you nicknames unless he was in the mood for a night of fucking.

Was that what this all was? Just another attempt to get you in his bed only for him to push you away again come morning?

Your chest felt tight…you couldn't breathe. He was so close now-

“How ‘bout you? Good day, I hope.” As he spoke, he brought a paw up, laying it over your own hand on the table.

Oh no.

No, you couldn't do this. Husk never asked about your day. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to end well for you, your gut was urging you to run.

You took in a deep breath to ground yourself, and pulled your hand away from his. You didn't meet his eyes.

If you had, you would have seen the quiet worry in his gaze. He already missed the warmth of your hand.

“You don't have to do that.” You whispered.

“Do what?” Husk asked, a feathered eyebrow raising in concern. Why weren't you looking at him…?

“I mean you don't have to pretend to care, or anything. It's not necessary, we both know what this is all for.”

“...What?” The bartender sat up straight, slowly pulling away from your personal space.

“You know that I like you already, Husk.”

“Yeah…?”

“And…well, after dinner you'll want to go back to the hotel. You'll want to sit at the bar for a little while, have a few more drinks…and I'll sit with you because-” You paused, swallowing hard. Husk didn't say anything, only the sound of his breathing letting you know he was even still sitting with you.

“You'll ask me to come up to your room again. And I will. You'll have me sit on the bed and we'll talk a little, but after everything you've had to drink you won't remember it…nope.”

“...I remember the things you tell me…” His voice was soft, but you didn't stop talking. You couldn't.

“I'll stay for the night. And it'll feel…so good to be with you. To have your hands on me, to feel desired and wanted…by you. And I'll convince myself that maybe you really do feel that way for me…that you want me for more than sex. That this time is different…And I'll feel happy.” You took a deep, shuddering breath. Your eyes were fixated on an old stain in the wood. Husk sat in silence next to you, ears perked in your direction.

“A-a-and then…morning comes. And you'll ask me to leave. And I'll try, fuck will I try, to-to…to reach out, in some way. But oh no, you're busy. Can't meet up later, can't spend time together. And I'll go back to my room, my legs s-sore and covered in-” You sniffed, feeling a sting behind your eyes that you refused to give in to.

“...And I'll lie in bed and slowly die all over again.”

Silence between you two. Someone at the bar is hauled outside by security. A group of demons a couple tables over cheer and shout over a game they're playing.

You look at Husk, your eyes burning with unshed tears. His own eyes were wide as he stared at you, like it was the first time he was seeing you. Really seeing you. His ears were wilting, laying flat against his head. His wings were closed tight against his back.

You couldn't help but give a disbelieving laugh as you spoke again.

“I…I don't know why I put myself through this…” you whispered. That was a lie.

Husk felt his blood freeze, his heart crack and break as he looked into your eyes. His hand moved on instinct, moving to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, as if you forgot he was really there with you, in this moment. Your eyelashes fluttered as his warm paw settled on your face, your tears finally falling. He used his thumb to wipe them away.

He liked the way your face looked, cradled by his own paws.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered. You didn't respond, simply looking through him with a thousand yard stare. “I'm so sorry baby girl…I shouldn't have done that to you, I never wanted to make you feel so low that…that you think of yourself like this.”

He feels you swallow beneath his claws. You haven't pulled away, yet, and he can't thank whatever god exists above you both enough for such a small mercy in Hell.

“I was scared. I'm still scared…” He mumbled, pulling your face closer to his own. His wings wrapped around you both, shielding you from the rest of the bar as he spoke. “I thought…bringing you out tonight would be a step in the right direction. Showing you…how much you mean to me.”

You whimpered at his words, eyes closing as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Despite his surprise, he let you, quickly wrapping his arms around your shoulders to hold you even closer. He could feel your hot breath on his fur, a little wet from your tears too, but he didn't mind. As long as no one else in the bar saw you like this. A curtain of red feathers made sure that was the case.

“I do want more baby…I swear I do. I'll take you out to dinner, I'll talk with you and I'll listen, I swear it-! And I'll hold you if you'll let me…I wanna hold you so bad…” Husk pressed a kiss against the back of your head, nuzzling his nose against you. His own voice sounded choked up at this point, and he swallowed hard to keep his emotions in check.

You nodded against him, gripping his fur tight in each of your hands. You felt overwhelmed, but you were happy despite that. His words felt like a balm on a burn, soothing and pleasant.

Breathing deep to calm yourself down, you slowly pulled away, just enough that you could look him in the eye. A thin ring of molten gold around wide pupils watched you in turn, and you could see the slight fear in him that you would pull away completely. You had no intention of doing so.

“You r-really, really mean it?” You asked, voice so soft you wondered for a moment if he even heard you. His soft smile said otherwise.

“Yeah, yeah I really do babydoll. I won't…I won't be great at it, at first-” He cringed at his words, ears going flat. “But I just ask for a chance, a real chance, to show you I can do better. Please.” You're leaning in to press kisses against his muzzle before he's done speaking, your hands carding through the fur of his chest and up to cup around the base of his ears.

You hear a faint purr under the loud atmosphere of the bar.

“Okay…” You manage to say in between smooches on white and black fur. Husk simply holds you tighter to him, claws pressing into the muscle of your back and shoulders.

You stay like that for a moment, holding each other and calming down before you have to face the world again. You wipe your eyes and try to fix Husk's fur, smoothing out the spots you had mussed. You were both smiling.

“Hey, we don't allow fucking in here, put the wings down or get a room.” The voice of your waiter cut through the tender moment. Like magic, Husk's demeanor changed, his usual grumpy frown back like it had never been missing. He dropped his wings as asked, but gave a scathing glare to your waiter.

“Wern’t fucking, dickhead. Just leave the food and go.” The waiter’s unimpressed gaze flicked between you two. Your flushed face, Husk's still messy fur, the wrinkles in your clothes from holding each other…

“Uh huh, yeah whatever man. Just don't do it.” With an eye roll so dramatic you wondered how his eyes stayed in his skull, your waiter placed your plates with an unceremonious ‘thunk!’ on the table and sauntered away.

Husk glared after him, and the sight was too much-you laughed. Husk looked back at you with wide eyes, before his own grin took over his face, and he was chuckling along with you.

“Well, that happened~!” He rumbled. You leaned against him, still giggling to yourself as you wrapped your arms around his middle. “You ready to eat, doll?” His own arm settled over your shoulders as you snuggled into his side.

“Mhm~” You nodded, pulling your plate closer so you could eat while snuggled against him still. Husk didn't seem to mind, squeezing you tight before digging into his own food. You could feel him rise and fall with his breathing, his stomach pressing against you, soft fur feeling warm against you.

You didn't talk much, too exhausted after the onslaught of feelings you just sorted through together. The food was fine, the drinks were fine. What made you happy was being held close by Husk, and knowing you could hold him close too, and he wouldn't push you away.

Even after eating, even after flipping off your waiter as he left your table with his tip, even as you walked down the hectic streets of the Pride Ring, you were still holding each other in some way. You needed to feel him against you, to feel his warmth as you made your way back to the Hotel. When Husk gently tugged you towards his room, you followed. When he pulled you into bed with him, you wrapped around him like a leech, legs and arms tangling with his as you settled down. You drifted off to sleep feeling warm, surrounded by the sound of his purring.

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neoballsucker · 4 months

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SAY MY NAME

Summary : complaining to your friend about working overtime for extra work with the office's crush

Pair : mingi x fem!reader

Genre : office AU , SMUT

Warnings : semi public sex , pet names (princess baby etc.) , unprotected sex , soft Dom!mingi , cum play , fingering , blowjob

words count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still really bad at that I'm sorry 😭😭

Mingi was a really popular guy in your office

He was handsome respectful

He was the meaning of perfection

A Lot of girls had a crush on him you can't deny you didn't grow a little crush on him since you knew him he was attractive his deep voice made you melt everytime you hear it

You didn't know if he was single or taken it wasn't really your business a lot of women from the office tried flirting with him women older than him and younger than him it was embarrassing how he just refused to go out with them but can you blame them he was handsome and a gentleman man

“I really wanna ask him out but I don't really know how he rejects everyone” your friend sighs in disappointment

“Maybe it's because he has someone in his life?” You chunkles at your friend's disappointment

“It's okay babe he's not the only man out there you know that right” you try to comfort her patting on her back softly

“You're right but he's just…so handsome and cute, his girlfriend must me so lucky to have him”

“Yeah you're right he's handsome I agree but c'mon there are alot of men out there I'm sure they'll be better than him”

“Yeah it's okay whatever” she rolls her eyes

“Anyways wanna come to the club with me after work?”

You sigh deeply in disappointment “oh well… the manager told me I have to stay overtime because I still have some work to do”

“Oh damn that must be lame will you be alone or…?” She asks and pats your back softly

“I don't know probably…I hope so tho i don't want some nasty old men with me for overtime”

She chuckles at your comment “yeah I agree some of these old men are really lame I'd rather be alone too” you just nod and return your gaze to your computer

Time skips everybody left it was only you…that's what you thought until you heard footsteps you rolled your eyes thinking it was one of the old men until you heard his voice

“Hi umm is anyone there?” He said clearing his throat…it was mingi

“Oh yeah…hi mingi” you smiled and waved

“Oh hi y/n you also here for overtime?”

“Yeah unfortunately “ you sigh in disappointment and rolled your eyes

“Anyways work hard I believe in you” he winks and smiles softly

You didn't answer him you were just starting at him…maybe more than you should

He noticed it and chuckles “someone is in love I see” you shake your head “ahh no sorry I was just spacing out” you said and chuckled nervously “yeah I see it's okay you're to the first one to ‘space out’ talking to me” you roll your eyes “I can't blame them” you chuckles as you feel his body leaning closer “so do you think I'm handsome too?” You feel his body closer his voice getting deeper you swallow hard as you feel heat raise in your body pool was created in your underwear as you feel his lips on yours his lips were so soft and nice it tastes like strawberry it was sweet your eyes close slightly as you feel his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer to his tall figure you didn't want this moment to stop you felt him unbuttoning your shirt something in you told you to stop him but instead you helped him take off your shirt as your shirt was removed on the floor he cups one of your breasts as you moan into the kiss it felt like heaven it was good it felt unreal as you feel him take off your laced bra exposing your breasts you knew it was wrong doing it in a workplace he knew it was wrong doing it in a work place but who cares now?

He pulls out of the kiss going lower to the level of your breasts as you feel one of your nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers squeezing it you press your lips together as trying to hold your loud moans until you couldn't anymore you started moaning as you feel his fingers massaging your entrance the pleasure was too much for you.

“Will you please be quiet for me princess?”

“Y-yes I ca-” you couldn't even continue the sentence until you felt his finger inside you your eyes roll back as his fingers stretch your hole you try to moan but it got stuck in your throat as you cries out and whine

“If you can't take one of my fingers probably how are you going to take my dick princess huh?” You hide your face in your hands embarrassed as your ears slightly turn red from the embarrassment

“I-i will handle your dick mingi” your voice is shakey your vision getting blurry as you feel yourself near climax

“C-can I cum…please” as you said that you feel your hole empty whining that you couldn't cum

“Do you wanna make a mess in the office princess?” you shake your head and just roll your eyes

“Use your words baby”

“No mingi I don't but like please.. please can you fuck me” you begged it was embarrassing when you think about it but he looked just too hot to resist

“Alright fine then…it will be a quick one though” you nodded with a cocky smile on your face as he pushes you on a chair unbuckling and discharging his pants while you take off your skirt

“Open wide for me princess and don't forget to say my name” he chuckles softly as he settles between your legs teasing your entrance with his tip

“No teasing mingi please” as you said that you felt his dick inside you

You bite your lower lips trying to hold the urge to moan

“A-ahh mingi oh please faster” your voice was shakey it came out more of a moan than a proper sentence you can feel the smirk on his face even if your eyes are closed

“Oh fuck you're so tight princess pussy only made for me don't you think so ?”

“Y-yes mingi yes”

“You look so pretty all fucked like that pussy so tight yet taking me so well”

“I'm about to cum please can I cum?”

“Of course princess what are you waiting for” as you heard his words you released it all your eyes rolls back your grip on his hair gets tight as you feel him pull out of you

“Get on your knees for me baby” his voice was low it makes what to do whatever he asks you whatever it was you get on your knees between his legs taking a deep breath as you feel the tip tapping on your mouth you open your mouth as he puts his dick in your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down as you hear his moans and groans you feel his dick hitting the back of your throat as you try to not choke on it

He groans as he releases his seeds in your mouth some of it on the corner of your lips but you swallow whatever was in your mouth for now he wipes the cum off the corners of your lips

“Open for me princess” you open your mouth widely as he inserts his fingers as you wrap your lips around his fingers cleaning it off

“That's my girl” he smiles softly and kisses your lips and helps you stand grabbing your clothes and helps you get dressed as he gets himself dressed

“Alright now shall we go back to work?” He asks with a soft smile on his face

“Yeah I guess so” you smile weakly still feeling your sore throat but at least it was worth it wasn't it ?

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yigashimei · 5 months

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Sorry I posted this too late holidays and family gatherings happened here from where I am and I wasn't able to post this

Anyways Happy Christmas even tho I am a bit late everyone

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Langley sent us to a mission but it went downhill and something unexpected happened Langley x fem!chief reader

Langley

Your boss, also your lover, getting in a fight with her was rare, Langley may be a sinner but she loves you truly

So when she received a document for a mission she chose to give it to you not knowing the consequences after

When she found out she was devastated, not knowing what had happened to you, you went missing, she ordered all of her men to search and bring you back, wherever you are

After sometime she had a hard time, not being able to hold you, not seeing you and not being able to feel you drove her crazy

She needed- no she must find you no matter what it caused you were her world, her life, her light and her air

You were her everything, you hold her heart after realizing this she remembered the last time you both talk, it started as a normal conversation then ending into a misunderstanding that was never fixed

It ended on you both not talking again, it broke her, she will apologize even if it causes her life at all cost she will be able to hold you close again, she will give up everything for you to come back

Warnings⚠️: Angst

A fight with Langley never ends well, it's not because she does want to but it always starts with a misunderstanding and she always ignores talking about it, always saying to herself that 'time will fix it not me' even if she is the 9th Agency boss she can't help but think like that

So when you two fight she only walked out of the room, and started to walk back to her office and confined herself inside till she feels she can go out, it usually takes up to weeks before she decided that she is ready to face the world again tho this time she came out earlier that everyone expected

Coming to find you after not seeing each other for over a week, she saw you at your shared room, walking up to you Langley was holding a piece of document

"Stand up Rookie, you have a new mission to do" was the only thing she said before dropping the papers beside you on the bed and leaving, you we're heartbroken at what she did and thought 'No I love you's? A mission after not coming to talk and see me for a week how thoughtful of her' you sit up and read the documents

'Alright I should get ready' getting off the bed you changed clothes and pack everything you may need before going to the ramp where the helicopter is waiting to take you to your next mission, you were expecting Langley to be there and send you off but you were only disappointed 'She always comes and send me off, did I really mean so little to her? Who would have thought this is how she will dispose of me after that small fight we had' you didn't care anymore

Boarding the helicopter and telling the pilot to get going, you did not notice your lover at the side very well hidden and now sending you off without your knowledge, when you board the helicopter she saw your eyes went dull and her heart ached to come out and give you a big hug but her pride stops her from doing so, then instead of wishing you to come back safe and sound soon, she wasn't able too thanks to her pride

Guilt consumed her whole body, her hands and lower lip trembled with sadness and regret flashes to her eyes, why did she not send you off? Why didn't she say 'sorry' or say 'come back soon' or 'I love you'? She didn't know what it was, all she hoped was to fix this after you came back

But fate has different plans for her and you, cruel it seems but she should have expected it when you haven't returned after a week, the mission was only supposed to take 3-5 days so when it hit a week she was terrified, sad and very much afraid of what might have happened to you

Many thoughts and scenarios of what might have happened flooded her mind 'Were you ambushed?' 'We're you injured?' Or were you taken?' Fear struck her and she couldn't focus on anything she does, she then sent an issue stating to her men to go search for you and come bring you back

After 2 days of her sending out her men to look for you something then came up with a message that was sent to her that you were finally found, she was happy that you were coming back but terrified of what might have happened to you, why have you just returned now

The message contained on how her men found you, it states that you were unconscious in the carnival near where the first Black Ring was before it was destroyed by you too before, seeing this she instantly knew that something was up, but the moment she heard that you were landing from the people outside she immediately drop everything that she was doing and went to greet you back

The only problem was you were being rolled by the medic team to get treated when Langley saw you, there was a knife on your abdomen, your arms were full of wounds and both your legs and wrists had marks of being chained to something, seeing this Langley was furious to those who did this to you, mad at herself for sending you to that wrecked mission, guilty that you both never reconcile before you left and devastated about your state

Questions littered her mind while she waited for the medic team to come out and say you were stable already, so many questions but she still has no answer, but she does know one thing that she should do now

Make sure you're safe and sound, even if it means she is neglecting her own duties she does not care, you were now her priority not her work, her work can wait while you can't

Sometime later the medic team comes out and greets her before telling her about your current condition before leading you to the room where you will stay in till you get better

She sat on a chair beside the bed you were on top of resting, even if you are now feeling well she still feels a bit guilty for not talking to you about your fight and just push it away

Holding your hand between hers, it looked like she was silently praying to a god but to the people that knows her thinks otherwise

Holding your hand was somewhat helpful to keep her grounded, even tho she blames herself for what happened to you she just wants to hold you close, to feel your warmth and see that smile she fell in love with

You were her everything to lose you was to lose herself too

It was her silent prayer to whoever god there is to take your pain away and heal the scars that you have, to make sure you are safe with her on your bed and not in the medic room bed

You were her salvation, her everything, her world and her guiding light, she should have taken care of you more, she should have never done what she did, yet it's all too late now for her to turn back

All she can do now is wait for you to wake up so that she can make up for her mistakes, to treat you better than before, to apologize to what she did and to make sure you never stray too far from her once more

This is her silent promise to your unconscious body laying in the mattress in front of her

"Rookie, wake up soon my beloved" she whispers to your hand between hers "I wish to apologize for everything I did, so wake up and you can shout at me as much as you want, but please let me apologize for everything I did" rare tears flow down her face as silent sobs engulfed the once quite room

"Come back to me, my dear" She whispers silently, head down on your bed while keeping a firm hold on your hand between hers "That's my only wish"

Langley the boss of the 9th Agency, your lover, weeping beside your bedside while you lay motionless on the bed

Her guiding light was there, faint it may be, but it's still there she shall wait for when the time is right, whenever that may be she will wait for you

#Mei Stories #PTN #Path To Nowhere #Langley #Reader #Langley x Reader

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bookworm551 · 11 months

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A Few More Minutes | Neteyam x gn!reader oneshot

A/N: I took a month off and cut you bitches some slack. Tell a friend to tell a friend…I’m baaaack (but seriously, sorry I haven’t been posting like at all.) I’ve been working on a lot of stuff, but I’ve just been hitting wall after wall with each of my WIPs, but I read a poem on TikTok the other day called “Would I?” By Orion Carloto in her collection “Film For Her” and this little story popped right out of my head fully formed like Athena, so I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of death and grief, mostly just fluff tho

Words: 2.3k

There was a comforting sense of consistency to your mornings. Every day, as Eclipse would end, the clan would collectively begin to stir, shaking off the remnants of sleep to start the day anew. Everyone was ready to manage the work that helped maintain the balance and livelihood of the clan.

It used to be that you were ready and willing to rise at the first sign of light to get things done. Now, you felt as though the end of Eclipse was a cruelty meant to pull you away from the warmth and comfort pressed against you.

Neteyam always woke up before you. You were never sure how long he would lie awake next to you, but every morning without fail, when you began to stir, he was already waiting for you to open your eyes. Many times, you were roused by his subtle movements—his fingers brushing against your cheek, kisses against your forehead, his body turning to press against yours.

That morning, it had been his arm around your waist pulling you closer. You were dimly aware of the small space between you and blindly followed his gentle prompting to curl up at his side. With your eyes still closed, you rolled over and reached your arm across his torso and pulled yourself closer to him.

Your head rested on his chest as his arm wrapped around you. His slow, steady heartbeat was lulling you back to sleep as his fingers gently stroked your back. You were at the cusp of unconsciousness when his deep voice broke the silence, "You need to wake up."

You groaned softly as you pulled yourself as close to his body as possible, one of your legs moving to rest on his. He was so warm, and you were so comfortable that you once again felt spiteful towards the sun for emerging yet again. "I am awake," you murmured, your voice raspy with sleep.

Neteyam gave a little huff of amusement and hummed. "I will know when I see your eyes," he countered. You gave another soft groan. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. You tried opening your eyes, but Neteyam's gentle touch and steady heartbeat made it even more difficult for you to shake yourself from your sleepiness.

"I am awake," you repeated, though you knew he wasn't going to let you get away with it. He didn't respond for a moment, and to your disappointment, his hand stopped caressing your back. His lips pressed against your forehead before he muttered, "You have to prove it."

You buried your face into his neck in protest. He chuckled softly, and you felt him press another kiss to your temple. "Come on now," he whispered, his lips right next to your ear. "You need to wake up." You heaved a large sigh and grunted in defiance.

In response, Neteyam brushed his fingers over your cheek. You could feel a subtle smile form on your lips as he traced the edge of your face and down your jaw. His fingers curled under your chin, gently tilting your head up to face him, and he pressed his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss, a lazy one, but you loved it. The hand on your back gripped you a little tighter, and your own hand that was draped over his torso slowly slid up his chest to cradle his face.

This was the surest way to wake you up. It didn't matter how long you had been together or how many kisses you had shared, his lips against yours always made your heart beat a little faster and your breathing quicken a little bit. And if his hands would begin to roam across your body, well, you weren't falling back to sleep.

You pulled apart gently, and you managed to slowly open your eyes to look at him. You had to blink a few times for your vision to clear, and when it did, you could see Neteyam's handsome face gazing down at you with a soft smile.

"There you are," he murmured as his fingers began brushing up and down your back again. You returned his smile and traced your thumb over his cheek. "I told you I’m awake," you replied, sleep still evident in your voice. He hummed in amusement as he look down at you in adoration. "So you did."

You took a minute to admire his face and to appreciate this moment between you. Waking up like this made you dread actually getting up every morning. If you could lay like this for the rest of your life, you would. You cursed the sun for forcing you to leave Neteyam's side every day.

With that thought, you closed your eyes again and rested your head back down on his chest. "Let's stay like this forever," you pleaded quietly. He chuckled at you and pressed his lips to your forehead again. "If only we could," he mused. "But we can stay like this for a few more minutes."

You smiled at your small sense of victory. Under your ear, you could hear his heartbeat again, and your head moved gently with the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers still moved gently over the skin of your back as your breathing eventually began to match his own.

***

In the afternoon, when the day was at its hottest, the clan collectively took time to rest for a small period of time. Some slept, some socialized, and some attended to some easy chores. For you, it didn't matter so long as you were able to spend that time with Neteyam.

You were sitting on the floor as you braided vines into rope when Neteyam finally walked in. You greeted him with a smile and said, "There you are. I haven't seen you all day." He poured himself some water from a basin you kept and replied, "I have been out with my father all morning."

“Doing what?” You asked curiously. He shrugged. “Some scouting,” he replied. “We spotted some smoke in the distance and went to see what it was. There are more Sky People setting up near the southern end of the forest past the river.”

He took a drink and sighed before coming over to sit behind you. Wrapping his arms around your body and pressing a kiss to your neck, he asked, "And how have you been today, my love?" You smiled and let go of the half-finished rope to rest your arms over his. "Horribly lonely without you," you responded dramatically.

Neteyam chuckled in amusement at your theatrics and placed another kiss on your neck. He had been out in the sun all day, and you leaned back against him to enjoy his warmth. "I went hunting with your brother and a few others," you added. He hummed in interest and asked quietly, "Who brought back the most?" "I did," you stated smugly. He hummed again softly and mumbled, "Of course you did."

You turned your head to get a better look at his face. His eyes were closed, and he had a gentle smile on his lips. "Are you tired?" You asked, noting his sleepy expression. His little smile grew just a bit wider as he opened his eyes to look at you again. "A little," he admitted, "but I don't want to sleep. I just want to spend time with you."

You smiled as he kissed your neck again. Turning around, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved to sit on his lap. His hands rested on your thighs as he gazed up at you lovingly. “You are so clingy,” you told him as you rested your forehead against his.

He chuckled and replied, “Yes, I am.” You rolled your eyes at him, but he tilted his head up to meet your lips, and you couldn’t help but melt into him. There was no urgency to your movements. His hands lazily moved up from your thighs to wrap around your torso while you exchanged slow, drawn-out kisses.

You cherished these moments, the few minutes you had to be alone together with no expectations or obligations. Some days, you would both spend time with his family or your family, sometimes with friends, but you both preferred the privacy of your own space to relax for a while before attending to any more work that needed to be done.

Outside, you heard the sounds of others slowly grow louder and busier, indicating that the collective resting time was nearing its end. You felt a jab of disappointment having only spent a few minutes with Neteyam, and soon, you would be expected to go out and continue your day until Eclipse.

Neteyam could sense what you were thinking, and he broke apart from your mouth for a moment. “We don’t have to go out yet,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours. “I know,” you whispered, “but we can’t stay in here forever.” He huffed a small sigh and pressed another gentle kiss to your lips. “Just a few more minutes,” he told you.

You hummed thoughtfully for a second as he proceeded to kiss you again. “Okay,” you conceded with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.”

***

The day Mo'at died, the whole clan grieved. Being tsahik meant that she had been the mother of the clan, the bridge between Eywa and the people. She had passed in the early morning, which allowed time for the Sullys to mourn together and prepare her body for the burial.

In the late evening light, the clan was gathered around the hollowed out roots of the tree where Mo'at's body now rested. Leaves and pedals were scattered over her as you all stood with a single woodsprite in hand. It was tradition that the closest relatives of the deceased lower their sprite first.

First, Neytiri stepped forward, her face contorted in grief as she fought back her tears and placed her woodsprite on her mother. After her, Jake placed his own sprite down into the grave, and when he stepped back, Neteyam let go of your hand to release his sprite as well. His face was poised and composed as he stepped back to take your hand again.

When the rest of his siblings had lowered their woodsprites, you were next. You gave Neteyam's hand a quick squeeze before stepping forward to lower the spirit in your hand to rest onto Mo'at's body. As you moved back to stand next to him, the rest of the clan came forward to follow suit.

The funeral rites moved quickly, and after the sun had receded behind the planet in the sky, you found yourself back in your private tent alone with Neteyam. There was a heavy silence that had settled over the two of you. Neteyam was sitting cross legged on the floor staring absently at nothing in particular. You had brought a small platter of food back to share in private rather than with the rest of the clan as you usually did.

"You should eat," you told him gently, placing the platter down in front of him. Neteyam didn't even look down at the food, he just shook his head and replied quietly, "I am not hungry." You watched him carefully for a moment, felling conflicted on whether or not you should push for him to eat.

You raised a hand to hold his cheek and carefully turned his face to look at you. His eyes met yours, and you could see the exhaustion that weighed on him. All day, he had been perfectly composed in front of the whole clan, but now, he had dropped the act and was finally displaying the grief he was feeling. It broke your heart.

"I know this is hard, Neteyam," you said softly, "but you need to eat, just a little bit." He seemed to study your face for a moment, and a tiny, sad smile pulled at his lips for just a second before he squeezed his eyes shut and took an unsteady breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were shining with tears, and he brought a hand up to wrap around your wrist. "I don't know what I would do without you," he whispered finally.

His words made your chest ache, and your eyes were immediately filled with tears. "Don't think about that," you told him as you pulled him into a hug. "I am here now." He buried his head in your neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. It wasn't long before his breathing became unsteady and his shoulders began to shake.

You wished with your whole heart that you could save him from this pain. You felt completely powerless to help him. Mo'at had been old, yes, and it came as no surprise to anyone that she had passed, but no amount of time or preparation could save one from the suffocating effects of grief. Of course, you also mourned for Mo'at as well, but for you, she was the tsahik, a leader. For Neteyam, she was a grandmother, his family. Your own grief was nothing compared to his.

You continued holding Neteyam as he wept quietly into your collarbone, and you cried with him. Neteyam so rarely displayed this level of vulnerability with anyone, but you were his safe space, the one who knew everything about him. There was no one in the world he trusted more, and he loved you with his entire being.

You weren't sure of how long you stayed there like that before your tears ran dry and Neteyam's breathing steadied. Your hand rubbed up and down his back slowly in an effort to soothe him. There was a delicate silence that had settled over you both, and neither one of you wanted to break it.

After a time, you asked softly, "Do you want to go to sleep?" Neteyam didn't respond for a moment, but then, he whispered, "Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?" You nodded and placed a light kiss on his shoulder.

"We can stay like this forever."

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar fanfiction #neteyam fic #neteyam fluff #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x gn reader #awow fluff #neteyam oneshot

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when-november-ends · 1 year

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witchcraft things

that didn't work for me

and why

- kitchen witchcraft

i love cooking and i love working with plants, however incorporating spells into my food didn't work for me. i got way too distracted by the spell part, that i completely forgot to make the food taste good. and as much as i love magic, it took the fun out of cooking for me. because now, cooking wasn't something fun where i could experiment with flavors and textures, it was something i had to put thought into beforehand. and i like to be spontaneous with my cooking.

- protection spells

protection spells seem to be the most important part of the witchcraft community. and i do think it's important to know how protection magic works, but it's also very unnecessary to have protections up 24/7 if you're not famous or have many enemies. i tend to forget about my protection spells, so they just sit on my altar, untouched for months and i forget to make new ones. hasn't hurt me so far tho, so i'll be saving those up for when and if i actually need them.

- casting a circle

not gonna lie, i tried that once and never again. it felt so pretentious to me.. like i was in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. and not in a good way. i stumbled across that practice on witchtok first, that was when i thought i was wrong for practicing my way and not how other people said i should. i don't think casting a circle is a bad thing to do, but it absolutely is a bad thing to do for me.

- bowl spells

bowl spells are one of my favorite kinds of spells because they're interactive. you put things in, you take things out. the energy doesn't feel stagnant and the spell is always working it's magic as long as you interact with it. ....but unfortunately my adhd made it very clear to me that those kinds of spells aren't something that works for me. i forget about them 5 minutes after i made them and they never get interacted with, so they don't do much of what they're supposed to. i would definitely recommend them to people who remember to take out and put in stuff tho, because the concept is great.

- scrying

gods, did i want that to work. divination is my favorite kind of witchcraft and i'm great at it! so when i learned about scrying, it was something i immediately got interested in and tried. i tried fire and water. fire worked a bit better, because the flames are dancing and water is reflective. that meant for me, i was always seeing things in it that were physically there, and couldn't concentrate on the scrying part. honestly i don't really remember why the fire method didn't work out, but i assume i got distracted really fast or lost in my thoughts.

- veiling

veiling can be done for many reasons. mine was, that i wanted to use it as a way to protect myself from all the different types of energy in public places. every person has their own life, with their own problems and their own current state of being. and since i have social anxiety, i thought veiling would be worth a try so that public places perhaps wouldn't get overwhelming as fast. well, that backfired because before i could try it, i realized i was trans and the head covering made me feel very dysphoric when i put it on at home. i never attempted anything similar again after that.

- ancestor work

i lost someone really close to me in early 2020. she wasn't a blood relative, but she was my dad's best friend, our landlord (who lived in the same house as we did by the way) and she saw me grow up since i was a baby. i was so desperate to try and talk to her. i tried to reach her myself, i asked other witches for help, but it never worked. after a while i decided to let her be, because the constant getting my hopes up and then being disappointed didn't help my mental health. i just wanted to know if she was okay now, but i think i just have to trust that she is. as for my other ancestors, i don't know anything about them and i am not really interested in finding out. i wasn't close with any of my great grandparents because we saw each other about once a year until they died. they didn't do anything wrong, but i don't want to force a connection.

- dragon work

damn. i really love dragons. all my life and with all my heart. and i truly believe that they are out there (not physically, like dinosaurs were, but in a similar way the gods are out there). i've done a lot of research on the topic, but my mental health got in the way. i don't have the concentration to reach out to them, nor will i be able to dedicate a specific amount of time to them regularly, which i feel like they won't like. i will try again when and if i get better, but until then it goes on this list of witchcraft things that didn't work for me and why.

#witchcraft #witchblr #witch #witches of tumblr #norse pagan witch #pagan witch #witch community #witchcraft community #witchcraft 101 #witch tips #beginner witch tips #beginner witch #baby witch tips #baby witch #kitchen witchcraft #dragon work #scrying #spells #witchcraft spells

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nipuni · 3 months

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Some various lighthearted life updates 🏃‍♀️

It's been a very busy last few months! in a good way mostly. We had a friend visiting us from overseas so we showed him around the city and took him to all our favourite places. We also met new people and were invited to a bunch of events so it's been very fun! We are all out of social battery tho so now we are slowing down a bit and getting back to work. Nicolas is on a short work trip to Berlin and I'm back to painting. We also started running! aaand we are also back to watching a bunch of shows and to me talking about it here to like five people 😌

Under the cut cause it's a lot as usual!

We finished watching S13 of Doctor Who! (we still have the specials to go but after that we are all caught up!) I haven't updated in ages so here are lot of opinions!

We really did not enjoy S11 😞 I was aware it wasn't very popular but we were hoping it was for all the wrong reasons, sadly we found many to be valid. Some of the episodes were baffling, Rosa? Kerblam?! the writing of the whole season in general felt like a rushed school assignment. The first part of Spyfall was a strong start for the next season but that ending in the second part was really not it. We did love Sacha Dhawan's Master tho!! and we really love Jodie too, 13th is adorable and reminded us of Ten at times! Jodie is such a fantastic actress that it makes the quality of the writing and everything else around her even more frustrating 😫 S12 was an improvement in general. In the last few episodes It felt like the writing team suddenly remembered the companions could have a personality and agency lmao. Highlights for us were Spyfall one, Fugitive of the Judoon and Haunting of villa Diodati, tho we did also enjoy most other episodes of the season despite their issues.

The timeless child plot reveal felt a bit underwhelming? The idea on itself has potential but it felt mishandled (and it had a bit of a Moffat flavour to it? and not in a good way). I think it was meant to add more depth to the Doctor's lore but in a way it ends up having the opposite effect. Then the flux was just a complete mess. It read like a Marvel sort of plot, very comic book like which is alright I suppose if that is something you enjoy but it felt out of place. But mostly it was just way too much, it got out of hand. Anyway we still have the specials to watch! and I think the Master is in them so we are looking forward to it 🥰

We also watched Broadchurch!! and we LOVED it. We ended up binging all three seasons. Chibnall's writing on this is surprisingly great and Jodie's acting is spectacular she really shines here. Olivia and David are always brilliant!! honestly everyone's acting was amazing. This series had us both tearing up every five scenes. The direction and the music are outstanding. I could watch Hardy and Miller solve crimes forever I really love their chemistry and dynamic. We went into it expecting the usual detective fiction but it ended up being a whole study on grief with such a focus on family and community and trauma and a ton of touching interconnected character arcs, just really really good!!

Then we also watched Taking over the Asylum!! MAN we were not expecting to have our hearts wrung out like laundry by this!! We thought it was a lighthearted show!! GOD we are still not over it, what the fuck!! It was so good we loved it!! but we were not prepared lmao what do you mean 'the end'?? we'll be thinking of this for months, I was expecting an extra scene after the credits or something. Excellent characters, refreshing depictions of mental illness and trauma and so crushingly realistic. Every character is so loveable I really wish this was longer 😭

And our quest to watch everything with David Tennant on it continues. We watched Decoy Bride on Valentines day too and it was terrible but such a hilarious fever dream kind of bad that it was fun, it has David on it and he never disappoints. I feel so lucky that Nicolas and I are both in love with him, get yourself a man who shares your celebrity crushes lmao it's so fun!! We feel like teens again chatting about him and drawing little hearts next to his pictures haha 🥰 We watched the BAFTAs just for him and speaking of the baftas!! I was not expecting that last drawing of his outfits to get that much attention oh my god 😭 thank you!! you are all insane and I appreciate it so much!! and thank you for all the support in general, about my art and photos and just everything. I feel very lucky and grateful 😭 anyway I'll end this before I get sappy, that is all for now! I hope this week is kind to you all, I'll be sharing some more art soon 😊

#personal #DW report #doctor who #broadchurch #taking over the asylum

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dollfxcx · 11 months

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Hello!!

Pennywise x reader smut where he's trying to get past his heat?

But with the slight difference he has the clussy/female genitalia ( I just don't see to much content of him this way but I would love sm to see that bossy bottom clown! ) IF you're comfortable with that!!

I'm sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had another request for penny in heat and wrote it but that one had, like, male genitalia and shit so I believe I overdid the heat topic back when I wrote that one.

I tried my best tho so I hope I won't disappoint 😔🙌🏻

TW: nsfw, otherwise none

Word count: (1.5k+)

You carefully observe yet another shiny rock that Pennywise has brought you. It is round and smooth, very similar to the other twenty that you have carefully placed inside a satin bag, which is now resting on your bedside table.

Another fine addition to your collection. It's been a week now that Pennywise has limited himself to doing three things, giving you rocks that are vaguely different from normal driveway pebbles (as already mentioned), dedicating himself to perfecting his nest and whining, which he is still doing as he curls up like a huge cat on his new round shaped bed. About a week ago he raided clothes that you no longer wear and out of them he built a nest, not particularly large but spacious enough to accommodate his enormous size which, as you can see, has grown in the last few minutes . Even if he's…well, whatever he is, the signs of what he's going through are as clear and recognizable as dawn. You get out of bed, your hands are shaking slightly, and you approach his nest, which is located in a corner of your room, squeezed between two walls, as if he wanted maximum protection, and in front of the mirror. Pennywise stares at you sideways, shifting slightly with a stifled moan to make room for you. He tries everything not to make eye contact with you, but he's forced to when you grab his legs and spread them, placing yourself between them.

"What's the problem?" you asked, running your fingertips up and down his inner thighs. If he wasn't in this situation you would never have dreamed of doing this, but you know very well that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your touch is all he needs right now. Pennywise growls softly, you hear it coming from deep in his chest like a rumble of thunder, but even if he bares his teeth in a (feigned) threatening way, you hardly flinch.

"Don't play dumb, you're smart, for a human." he mutters, his thighs shaking slightly under your touch. You smile at him and lean on your arms to reach his eye level. His golden irises melt to a deep blue with the blink of an eye, his lips part slightly, allowing you to see his buck teeth peek through them. His gaze is attentive, but not disinterested at all, it's as if he were asking you, praying you, to help him. Obviously he's too proud to do that, at least for now. You cup his cheeks, skin soft and warm from the heat that's making him feel so sick, desperate for release. He looks at you adoringly and if he wasn't the one who needed help, you'd beg him to fuck you right then and there. But this is not the right time. In one fluid motion, your hands slide to the back of his neck, working his clown costume collar to take it off as fast as possible. When you finally throw it across the room, you notice with pleasant surprise how flushed the skin of his neck is, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he swallows expectantly. You chuckle as you slide your hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his suit, Pennywise throws his head back with a strangled whine.

"Stop that." he orders ruefully, his eyes half closed, and you immediately cease every movement. His head snaps up and he glares at you, you can't help but laugh at his needy reaction.

"What? You told me to stop and I did, Penny." you go back to work on his costume, finally pulling off the top part.

"Stop... teasing me." he clarifies, dragging the letter S, which vibrates on his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

"What if I don't?" you ask, pulling off, with a sharp tug, his shoes, which roll on the floor with a jingle of bells, Pennywise sighs heavily when your fingers start to lower the hem of his pants.

"I will c…hew your head off and f-feed on your flesssh." he almost stammers, involuntarily arching his back to make it easier for you to take off his pants. When the job is done, you can't help but sigh, his body is slender and pale, his crotch is plain, without any hint of genitals, just like what a Ken looks like.

"Mhh, though I'm sure that I'd be more useful to you alive than dead. Don't you think?" you whisper in his ear, pressing there a kiss as your lips slowly drift down his jaw and neck, occasionally sucking at the skin and leaving soft reddish spots on his milky white skin, as if a painter had dropped blobs of gouache on a brand new canvas. Pennywise squirms slightly at your constantly inflicted stirrings, his head hanging to one side like he's a broken puppet, completely at the mercy of your movements.

"Open up, pretty boy." you murmur as your knuckles tap lightly on the flesh of his crotch, action that makes him shiver further. Though you hear him growl at his now complete loss of command, he does as requested, he opens a thin slit more or less where his cock usually sits, beautifully flushed like the rest of his most sensitive parts, as you've noticed.

You lick your lips briskly as your forefinger draws a line from his navel down to his slit, applying light pressure on it to dilate it a few millimeters. Pennywise squirms lazily, probably fighting his instinct to bite your hand off, his teeth sharpening slightly.

"You're being so good, it will all be over soon." you assure him while your forefinger sinks further into his slit, from which a thick and transparent fluid is leaking. You lick it off your fingers without ever ceasing to look into his eyes, he arches his back letting out a groan.

"Sit down for me, will you?" you suggest, but you don't wait for him to do it, you pull him by the arm and position yourself behind him.

"Now spread your legs." you murmur into his ear, you see him take a quick look at the mirror that's right in front of the both of you, the same mirror that's showing him from a perspective he's never seen himself from before. Your fingers return to his slit, which has opened further, as if he's inviting you, praying you, to fill it as soon as possible.

"Look at you, all wet for me. You want me this much?" you ask, your fingers insert themselves into him with a speed that takes his breath away, his head rests on your shoulder, a whimper trapped in his throat makes you throb, your thighs clench. Your fingers pump into him quickly, your thumb tracing slow circles around his clit. His lips are open wide, his jaw looks dislocated, so you stick two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, to make him feel a little better. It seems to work as you feel him lapping at your fingertips, a light purr coming from his throat.

"Keep looking at us, don't take your eyes off yourself." you hiss in his ear, his legs suddenly and abruptly spasm as you increase the speed of your thrusts.

"I need you as much as you need me. Say it. Tell me you need me." you almost implore him while you kiss his neck, you then slither back onto your knees, in front of his body flushed by need, depriving him of any contact. Pennywise lets out a frustrated wail, his hips trembling and buckling in search of your magnanimity.

“I n…eed you” he then stammers, desperately seeking his release.

"Good boy." you compliment him, jerking your head down and allowing your tongue to dig into his warm, wet opening. Pennywise gasps and moans for the first time, it's a loud sound he's been holding back until now. You hum against him, your lips closing around his clit and sucking hard, and he's so overstimulated that, out of the corner of your eye, you see his claws getting sharper with every passing second. Then he says something you never expected. He says your name, once, twice, three times, over and over again like it's a mantra he needs to hold on to in order to keep himself from going crazy.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... please." he gasps, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowed, his claws dug into the soft fabric of his nest as he cums hard, with a guttural sound that sounds like a cry, trembling feverishly under your tongue which is cleaning away every trace of him. When you sit back down, he can hardly look at you.

"Come on, it's not that bad, being fucked once in a while, right?" you tease him, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose, he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers needily.

"Need to feed." he briefs you, brows arched in concentration, seeking to savor your arousal and the release of him together.

"Whatever you need, Penny. Whatever you need."

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Come Back, be here.

Paring : Laxus Dreyar x f!reader.

Word Count : 3381.

Contains : Explicit content, beginning of smut, thigh riding. Minors DNI.

My note : English is not my main tongue, and i do not have any beta reader, so sorry if I have made any mistake ! Also, it was supposed to be longer, but I didn’t wrote a smut for such a long time that I stopped it before. I hope you can still enjoy it tho’ !

Be careful spoiler of tenor arc /!\

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7 years. 7 long years had passed, so much pain had been caused by the disappearance of her friends, since he had disappeared. She hadn't had a chance to speak with him after he'd been exiled from the guild, and unfortunately, the last words they'd exchanged had been words of anger. It had started out as a small argument, but in just a few minutes it had grown into something much bigger.

Ever since that day, (y/n) had been replaying her own words over and over in her mind. She told herself that she could have understood his point of view better, that she shouldn't have been so mean or defensive, that she could have asked him to talk, to sit down, or at least to separate for a few minutes until he calmed down. (Y/n) now had to carry the guilt on her shoulders, now that he was gone, she would never have the chance to make amends.

She had needed to get as far away from the guild as possible, everything reminded her of Laxus, his place at the bar, the table where he usually sat with the Thunder God Tribe, or even just her house. His scent was still in the sheets, his clothes were still in the wardrobe. She'd never found the courage to take them off, she didn't want to lose him again. (Y/n) still had a small part of hope inside her that he wasn't dead after all, that he'd turn up on her doorstep and everything would go back to the way it was before. But she knew it was a lost cause, something she dreamt about every night.

And then one fine morning, Lamia Scale was there, saying that at last there might still be some realistic hope. The energy at the island hadn't completely disappeared, and was slowly building up again after all these years. (Y/n) had simply let her gaze wander to the horizon, but what if it wasn't true? Perhaps the magic really was returning to this place, but without giving their friends a chance of survival. The young woman had refused to go on an adventure with the others, but she could see that some of them were terribly happy, especially the members of Shadow Gear. She had no right to let her feelings get the better of her too, she had to keep a cold head, keep her hopes deep in her heart, and above all, not let anyone see it.

"-You can go home, it's possible they'll be back tomorrow, there's no real point in spending the night here. When they're back, don't worry, you'll know." Macao said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"-I...I don't even know why I'm still here. Every time they leave, we end up disappointed... If you only knew how much I want it to be the right one, for them to suddenly walk through the door, for Gray to strip, for Natsu to start fighting him, for Erza to try and separate them so that her cake gets destroyed, and for her to finally join in the fight too. And Laxus... Even if he came back, could he come back to the guild? Would he want to talk to me..." She looked at the guild leader, before shaking her head. "-I'm just at my breaking point sometimes."

"-Go get some rest, you're back from a mission. But we're here, we can support you, okay? Whether it's tomorrow, or even for years, we're with you. One day we'll understand, one day I'm sure we'll find them." He nodded to her towards the door. "-I'll walk you out, Romeo's still outside, you know how he's been since..."

"-He lost Natsu, we all know how much he admires him. He's like me on this one, too much hope ends up hurting, he's protecting himself."

Macao and (y/n) left the guild, walking through the streets of Magnolia. The young woman looked around, trying to find Romeo, it was a way for her not to think about what was going to happen in the next few hours at least. Once at Magnolia South Park, (y/n) noticed Romeo sitting against the tree, looking around. He too didn't want to get his hopes up. Telling Macao that she could finish on her own, she left him to go and talk to his son.

The young woman arrived home a few minutes later, and sat down on her sofa, looking in front of her, where on the small table was a drawing of the Thunder God Tribe, a gift from Reader.

The only thing she could do now was wait, and above all, hope to see her lifelong love alive again.

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Hours had passed without any real news. (y/n) finally got up and stood in front of the window, trying to see someone from the guild approaching. But no one came. When there was a sudden knock on the door, she frowned, wondering who it could be, and went straight to open it.

Behind her was Bisca, a slight smile on her face. It was surprising, since she hadn't seen her coming from the guild, perhaps she came here from the boat?

"-I figured you'd be here." She smiled at him, "-Come on, let's get back to the guild."

"-If you're here it's to say something, no need to leave to do so."

"-I'm not saying anything until we get back to the guild. Take your jacket or don't, but I'm not waiting for you."

The woman leaves her house, letting (y/n) stand here for a few seconds, wondering what she should do. She knew that she would be disappointed at the end, that they didn’t find anyone. But… what if ? What if he has come back ? Having finally made her decision, she left her house, barely taking the time to lock her front door. Bisca hadn't waited for her, and had already started on her way to the guild. (Y/n) had to run to catch up with her, coming to her side without saying a word.

A lump of anxiety had filled her stomach, and she could feel it growing as they walked.

After a few minutes, she stopped, hearing much more noise than usual coming from the guild. (Y/n) looked at Bisca, as if to ask if she was dreaming. So much noise could only mean one thing. A Fairy Tail party. A celebration. And so, the return of their companions, their friends, their family. The woman smiled gently at her, nodding. That was enough for (y/n) to start running, her heart beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. She didn't waste a second opening the door of the guild, discovering all those they had lost 7 years ago, all those they had mourned, cried.

And suddenly, in front of his eyes, was Natsu ruffling Romeo's hair, like a big brother would. Macao with Mirajane and Makarov chatting at the bar, probably making up for lost time. Erza with a slice of strawberry cake, while being with Alzack. Levy surrounded by Jet and Droy, crying non-stop as she tries to reassure them. Gildarts and Cana were at a table, a beer in front of each of them. Lisanna, Elfman, Lucy, Wendy, Gray, Juvia, Gajeel... Everyone was finally back.

She entered the room, attracting stares from her friends, but each of them said nothing - they knew who she was looking for. She too had the right to find him without being interrupted. Her gaze fell on his blond hair, and her eyes softened as tears quickly filled her eyes. Laxus turned around after Fried nudged him lightly, pointing to the young woman with a shake of his head.

Laxus rose from the bar, his gaze meeting the eyes of the woman he loved, the woman who had never really left his thoughts, the woman he had thought of directly when he woke up on this island. He was the first to move forward, realising that she must still be in a state of shock.

When he reached her level, he looked her up and down, realising that he had not kept his promise to always be there for her. For years she had been alone, she had suffered, she had probably had to fight. And he had simply disappeared from the face of the earth thanks to the Fairy Sphere. It was their only means of survival, and yet he blamed himself. Of course, Acnologia's arrival was not his fault, or that of anyone else in the guild, but he regretted his past actions. He'd been so blinded by it that he'd forgotten that behind it all, once the doors were closed, there was someone who loved him.

His hand rose to rest tenderly on her cheek, never taking his eyes off her for a second. He was trying to communicate his endless love for her, words had never really been his forte, but at this moment, he promised himself he would make an effort. She deserved it, she deserved all the happiness in the world, and Laxus wanted to be part of her happiness, he wanted to make her smile every morning when he kissed her, when he told her he loved her.

“-Laxus…” She whispers in a trembling voice.

“-I’m here now my love, I will never leave you again. I swear.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb, smiling. “-I’m sorry for everything that happened in the past, I will make up to you, we will be happy if you still want us to be together.”

“-Of course I want us, I never even thought about leaving you. Now that you are here again, you are stuck with me.” She let out a small laugh, although you could hear the emotion in her voice.

The blond smiled at her tenderly, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head, holding her against him as a few tears escaped from her eyes. The guild members around them looked on in delight. Makarov, the master, well, the former master, was happy to see his grandson reunited with the woman who loved him. Of course, he still couldn't understand how Laxus could have strayed from the straight and narrow by having someone like (y/n) by his side, but the main thing was that now, he wasn't just interested in possessing power.

Surprisingly, even Natsu hadn't said anything, he hadn't intervened to ask (y/n) to fight him, or Laxus. He'd realised that this wasn't the time, and it was one of the rare occasions when he finally understood the need not to be interrupted. Gray had done the same, not yet trying to provoke the pink-haired one, after all he could wait.

Once the reunion at the guild centre was over, (y/n) and Laxus headed towards the Thunder God Tribe to have a little more privacy. The young woman smiled at Freed, Bickslow and Evergreen; she'd had time to really get to know them since she was a child, but also in a different way as Laxus's girlfriend. Once the blond was seated, he pulled her closer to him, making her sit on his lap, putting a firm arm around her waist to hold her against his body.

“-You’re coming back to the guild right ?” She whispers to his only attention, looking at him expectantly.

“-I don’t know yet baby, for the moment I’m just happy to be here. I will speak to gramps later.”

“-Then you’re still living with me, I have your stuff in my closet.”

“-Of course, even if I didn’t want to, you would have kidnapped me, you little minx.”

The couple started to laugh, happy to finally be back together after so many years. She did not let him go, keeping her arms around him.

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For the rest of the night, (y/n) stayed with Laxus, her face against his chest, finally complete again. The guild had slowly begun to empty, with those who had lodgings outside leaving to join him. The young woman couldn't help but feel sorry for her friends, as when they had disappeared, the guild had managed to pay some of the rent so that their debts weren't too high, but over the last 4 years, this had become totally impossible. Missions had become rarer and rarer, guide members were leaving, and the worst was during the Grand Magic Games. The guild's reputation had been destroyed in such a short space of time.

Laxus drew her attention by gently kissing her cheek, making her lift her face towards him so that she could meet his gaze. There was so much love in his eyes that (y/n) thought she might start crying again just from that.

"I love you.” She said softly, placing a hand on his jaw. "And I missed you terribly."

"I love you too". He grabs her hand and places a kiss on it. "Let's go home, shall we? I need to be forgiven.”

There was something in his gaze that instantly lit a flame in (y/n). It was a look she could recognise at any moment, something she could never forget. And it told her that her night was not about to end. The woman agreed, rising first, followed by Laxus, who wasted no time in taking her hand and pulling her out of the guild.

The walk to their shared flat seemed to last an eternity, with Laxus's firm hand still in hers, leading the way at a quick pace. He didn't even take a second to look around, the only thing that mattered to him at the moment was (y/n). He had never felt the need to be close to her so strongly, the need to kiss her, to show her his love, to prove to her that he had come back and that he would never leave her alone again.

No sooner had they entered their flat than Laxus pushed her against the door, pressing his lips directly against hers in a passionate, fiery kiss. The couple knew that if they had kissed in the guild, they would have ended up putting on a show that their friends would not have wanted to see. And all that tension was being released as the two came to lose themselves in each other's arms.

"-If you only knew how much I'd missed your lips." He said between kisses, his voice having suddenly become deeper, his hands had begun to venture down her body, reaching under her T-shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. "-I missed your body, your skin, your voice, everything about you."

"-Laxus..." She intervenes in a low voice, meeting his gaze. "-I need you so much, please." Her voice became more plaintive, almost begging.

“-I know baby, but you gotta wait.” He replied softly, continuing to kiss her.

They kissed again, Laxus gently running his tongue over her lips before nibbling her bottom lip. At his movement, (y/n) let out a plaintive moan. Between her thighs, she could already feel the moisture building up, and only the desire to see the blond man take care of it filled her mind. However, he seemed determined to discover her body again, as if it were their first time. (Y/n) came and put his arms around her shoulders, bringing him even closer to her. She could feel a lump forming against her, but knew better than to say anything to him, the tension had to be built up, they both had to get closer to the edge, the better they would fall.

The blonde only broke the kiss for a few seconds, just long enough to look at his girlfriend, her eyes slightly moist, filled with passion and desire. A desire that only he was capable of satisfying. This thought only excited him even more, and he came back to kiss her fiercely, removing his own jacket at the same time and letting it fall to their feet. (y/n)'s jacket joined it only moments later.

Their body temperature seemed to have risen a hundred degrees in just a few minutes, and all it took was one kiss to fill them with excitement.

The couple began to explore each other's bodies over the top of their clothes, and Laxus was the first to put his hands under her top again to touch her body. Sensing (y/n)'s curves, he broke the kiss they were sharing, nibbling her neck to put a few love marks on it, leaving his mark, showing everyone that she was his, and his alone.

“-Such a good girl for me, so sweet, so soft.” His deep voice sent shivers down (y/n)'s spine, making her close her eyes as she looked forward to the next step.

“-Please, please, I’ll be good for you, but please, just touch me already.”

He clicked his tongue lightly, shaking his head as he looked at her disapprovingly. Slowly, he raised a hand, catching her jaw.

"I taught you to be patient, have you forgotten everything already? It's all right, we'll start again from the beginning."

Laxus looked at her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. He intended to take his time, of course, but he could only understand her desire, her needs. The blond was going to tease her, but in the end, she would be the one to have the last word.

(Y/n) smiled softly, she could feel that he wanted to touch her as much as she did, and yet he held back. The blond returned to kiss her neck just after he had removed her T-shirt, revealing her bra, and using one of his hands, he untied the last piece of clothing, leaving her breasts for him to see alone. Laxus turned his gaze to it, placing one of her breasts in his hand, taking her nipple between two fingers and beginning to touch it. As for the second, he took it into his mouth, sucking gently. The young woman quickly began to moan, throwing her head back against the front door.

She had waited so long to feel his touch, to feel the pleasure that only he could make her feel for 7 years, 7 long years. Laxus was a desperate man, he wanted to see her face contort with pleasure, so he came to torture her chest, coming to knead her breasts one after the other.

(y/n) felt her body getting hotter and hotter, the fire completely overwhelming her at the sensation Laxus was making her feel. The blond looked up at her, before slowly moving his second hand down to his trousers, unzipping them. She didn't waste another second sliding them down his legs. He pulled his mouth away from her, putting his arms around her waist to carry her.

Quickly, he took the common path to the bedroom, before sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving her on his lap. She came to kiss him, putting her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.

Laxus's hands came to rest on her buttocks as he quickly devoured her lips. Their tongues began a dance together, both with their eyes closed, and both craving each other more and more. The blond came to move her against him, and the young woman moaned into his mouth as she felt her humidity rub against the blond's trousers, giving him a much-needed rub for his crotch.

“-Go ahead baby, come on, use me.”

(y/n) didn't hesitate, starting to accelerate against him. Laxus's fingers became firmer on her buttocks, helping her with her movements. He didn't waste a second of the show, his face concentrated on hers, watching her eyebrows furrow with pleasure, her eyes close as soon as one of the rubbing strokes touched her clitoris particularly well, her half-open mouth letting out moans of pleasure.

“-I know you’re getting closer, baby girl. Does it feel good ? Do you like using my legs for your little pleasure ? We have the entire night for it, you have no idea of how much orgasm I will give you.”

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charlesslut16 · 5 months

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-Christmas Day-

summary : you surprise liam on christmas day, even tho you told him you couldn't come...

PAIRING : liam lawson x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : IT IS CHRISTMAS DAY!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AND GET THE BEST PRESENTS YOU CAN WISH FOR!!

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Liam Lawson was bustling with excitement, buzzing with holiday cheer as Christmas approached. He'd been planning a cozy celebration for the two of you, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

You, however, had been swept up unexpectedly in a whirlwind of commitments, unable to make it to his side for the special day. Liam understood, but his disappointment was palpable.

As Christmas morning dawned, you woke up feeling a pang of regret and guilt for not being with Liam. But then an idea sparked in your mind—a surprise visit!

You quickly packed a bag, wrapping presents hurriedly and setting off on a journey to make Liam's Christmas brighter. You knew he would be so happy for you to be with him on Christmas.

Meanwhile, Liam sat by the fireplace at his parents' house, a hint of longing in his eyes as he watched the snowfall outside. His phone buzzed, and with a glimmer of hope, he glanced at the screen.

It was a message from you.

His heart raced as he read your words: "Hey love, I wish I could be there with you today, but I'm sending all my love. Merry Christmas!"

Liam couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness, missing you even more on this special day. He loved having you by his side and on Christmas would be much better.

Unbeknownst to Liam, you were on your way, journeying through the snowy landscape, determined to surprise him. As the day wore on, Liam tried to mask his disappointment, putting on a brave face for his family.

His family could tell something was amiss, but they played along, keeping the surprise under wraps. You had messaged his mother earlier on, so that she knew, and she told everyone else, except Liam.

Hours passed, and just as dusk began to settle in, there was a knock on the door. Liam's heart skipped a beat—he wasn't expecting anyone. Why would someone knock on Christmas day, at this hour?

With a puzzled expression, he opened the door to find you standing there, bundled up in a coat, cheeks flushed from the cold, a radiant smile illuminating your face.

"Liam, my love!" you exclaimed happily, unable to contain your excitement. His eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of shock and pure joy flooding his expression. You. You were here. You were here at his home.

"What are you doing here?" he managed to stammer, barely able to comprehend the sight before him. His girlfriend standing in front of on Christmas day, even tho she told him she could not come.

"I couldn't stay away," you replied with a happy smile, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "I had to be with you on Christmas. I love being by your side and to spend Christmas with you would be a dream."

Liam pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. "I can't believe you're here," he whispered, his voice filled with lots of emotions.

Together, you joined his family, laughter and warmth filling the room as you shared stories of your journey and the surprise you had managed to keep a secret.

Liam couldn't stop stealing glances at you, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. He needed to make sure that you were really here with him, he still couldn't believe it.

As the evening progressed, you all gathered around the beautifully adorned Christmas tree. Liam's eyes sparkled as he handed you a small, wrapped box. "Merry Christmas, love," he said softly.

With eager anticipation, you unwrapped the gift to find a delicate pendant shaped like a snowflake. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Liam, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

"It's to remind you of this special Christmas," Liam explained, his voice filled with affection. "A reminder that even when we're apart, our love is as unique and beautiful as a snowflake."

At that moment, surrounded by love, laughter, and the twinkling lights of the tree, you knew that being together was the greatest gift of all. Together and in love with your significant other.

Liam squeezed your hand, a silent promise of love and togetherness, grateful for the unexpected surprise that made this Christmas one to cherish forever. He would tell it to his children and his grandchildren.

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goatakiart · 2 months

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You try to teach Xavier how to cook.

Short read

Pure fluff

I work really hard to write and draw for each fanfic! I hope you like it!

Just a silly lil story with a silly lil sketch to cheer me up because I wasn't feeling too well. I hope it makes you feel better too ♡

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You run down to Xavier's apartment in a hurry. Something is burning again.

You don't even knock on the door. He always leaves a pair of keys under his doormat, just for you.

You get in almost running, seeing the pan on fire... and Xavier sleeping on the chair next to it.

"XAVIER!"

He lazily opens his eyes, drool is running down the corner of his mouth.

"Hhm..."

It takes him some time to realize what is happening. Until then, you took the pan out of the stove and stopped the fire.

"For God's sake, Xavier! This is the third time in a week....and it's Wednesday!!!"

Xavier seems more worried about your feelings than his own safety.

"I'm sorry...I'll be more careful next time..."

"No, there won't be next time."

You push him down by his shoulders and make him sit on the chair again.

"I'll teach you."

"Teach me?"

He's obviously still half asleep.

"I'll teach you how to cook."

It's been a month, and there's no progress. But you didn't ask to teach him in hopes he'll get better. You wanted to examine what he's doing wrong.

There was a certain pattern. He's not bad at cooking like you thought. He can insert the perfect doses, he can make amazing dough, he can cut the vegetables great and season the meat.

You understood where the issue lies. Xavier couldn't use the kitchen. He always forgot or fell asleep.

An idea enveloped your mind. You would make him your helper.

You made a great team, and he seemed to enjoy the kitchen way more. It was also easier for you to cook with someone around. Once he came to your own place for a cooking date, he managed not to burn your kitchen to the ground, which was great!

Another month passes.

You were still asleep till you heard excessive knocking on your door.

"MC, MC, are you in?"

You rubbed your eyes and got to the door to find Xavier outside of it.

"Hhmm? What's up?"

"I read the notes you have given me."

"That's why you came here so eagerly?"

He hands you a cute little brown box with a pink bow on it.

"I think I know what I can make on my own."

You lead him inside and get to the kitchen excitedly. You make him sit down as you open the box and witness a perfectly made cheesecake.

"You...you made that???"

"... Is it that shocking?" He says with a disappointed puppy eyes expression.

"Oh, no, no, it's just..."

"Don't worry...I know... it's a no-bake cheesecake. I thought if I can't use the kitchen..."

"... You can make freezer friendly desserts!"

You grab a fork and a knife and cut a piece, placing it on a plate. You take a bite, and funnily enough, it tastes amazing.

"Xavier, you're a genius! This is amazing!"

He shyly rubs the back of his neck at your exclamation.

"You're exaggerating... you are the one to be praised. You have tried so hard for me and gave me the notes. Thank you."

Since then, he comes to your apartment to give you all sorts of desserts, (he's still pretty bad with drinks tho) and in exchange, you always cook a portion for him from whatever you make.

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Extra: Once he felt a little too confident...needless to say, he almost burned his apartment to the ground again.

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happypeaceperson · 1 year

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Ethan landry x male reader (NSFW)

Someone had sent a bunch of fic ideas and one was about sending nudes so i took that idea and made it into this. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Ethan laid in his bed as he stared at his phone screen. He was awaiting a response from Y/N. He placed his phone right beside him on the bed, the anticipation of the message making him anxious. He was alone in the dorm tonight. Chad left 15 minutes ago to hang out with Tara and their friends. Ethan would have tagged along but he was too exhausted from this class today to do anything with his friends. He also knew Y/N wasn't going to be there so he would have been ignored by all his friends. They always ended up ignoring him. Going off with their significant other.

His face lit up in joy when he felt the bed vibrate from his receiving a message. He saw the notification read "Y/N <3 has sent a snap". He found himself smiling like an idiot. He loved when Y/N would send him pictures, they were either the dumbest things ever or something special for him to save for later. He hoped this time it was the latter.

He opened the message to be greeted with a pic of the top of Y/N's head. His hair looked wet, like he was just out of the shower. There was a message laid in the middle of the pic.

"Hey :)" . Ethan clicked off the picture. Switching to the camera on Snapchat, preparing to take a picture. He didn't know what to do. Should he do a pose? Or maybe keep it simple and send only the side of his face. But that was boring. He decided to keep it simple. Snapping a pic of the side of his face.

Now what to say. He didn't know. He thought for a second, trying to come up with something. He got an idea. It looked like Y/N just got out of the shower. Maybe he could get something out of that. He began typing. "How was the shower?". He sat there for a moment. Not sure if that's what he should say. Fuck it. He hits send and throws his phone back down onto the bed.

He wasn't sure why he was acting like this. Him and Y/N have been going out for about 3 months now. It's not like they haven't talked everyday but the thought of getting to see Y/N's body made him nervous. They hadn't done anything crazy together yet. The most they did was make out. They both wanted to take their time with things. That didn't stop Y/N from sending some sneaky pics to Ethan every once in a while. Nothing too revealing, but enough to get Ethan going.

He felt the bed vibrate again. He immediately reached for his phone. Clicking the message. Y/N was now in his room. The picture consisted of him standing in front of his mirror. His hand was placed on the edge of a towel that lay around his waist. His bare chest being the main focus point for Ethan's eyes to fall onto. Ethan felt pressure growing down below, in his pants.

He read the message. "Yep. Wish you were in it tho :(". Ethan knew he was playing with him at this point. He was trying to get a reaction and it was definitely working.

Ethan re-opened the camera. He snapped a pic of his face with a frown. He wrote out "Well if I knew there was an invitation then I would of joined"

He looked at the message, contemplating if he should add to it. He began typing underneath his previous message. "Would've loved to see what's under the towel :/". He knew this had to do something to Y/N. He hoped it would work.

He sent the message. His hand falling down to his groin, slightly rubbing it. He felt weird doing this, but he couldn't stop now. His phone dinged, showing him a new snap has been sent. He opened it and felt his heart jump. The picture was taken in front of the same mirror, but this time there was no towel. Ethan looked in disappointment at Y/N's hand being placed over his private area.

"why wait for the shower to see that?". Ethan realised he was fucking with him. He was going to have to earn this. He took a picture of where his hand had been placed, slightly showing the bulge that had formed.

"Who said I wanted to wait?? ;)". He readjusted himself on the bed. The pressure in his pants was killing him. He pulled at the waistband. Moving his pants down. He pulled his underwear down a little too, allowing his cock space to come out.

His phone dinged again. He opened the message.

"Well since you've been so patient :)". It was another mirror picture. This time it was Y/N's back. Ethan looked at the lower half of the picture. The towel was still gone but nothing was covering him below this time. Fuck. His ass was hot. Ethan inhaled sharply as he grabbed at his pulsating cock. He started to get into a continuous motion.

He snapped a pic of the side of his head again. He knew it wasn't very original, but he wasn't bothered with trying to take a good pic. He rushed a response. "Is that all I get to see?". He sent the message immediately. Not wanting to wait any longer. Ethan found himself moaning slightly. He hadn't stopped his motions on his cock.

His phone let out a ding. That was fast. Upon opening the message he was greeted with another text.

"Nope. Enjoy ;)". Ethan looked at the picture. It was still being taken in front of his mirror but he was facing towards it. His hand holding what Ethan had been hoping to see. He quickened his pace. Fuck it felt good. He felt amazing. The pleasure taking over his mind. He continued to look at the picture of Y/N,taking in the beauty of the man on his phone. He closed his eyes as he released one final moan. His hips jolted as he began to release over himself. His breaths were more laboured, exhausted from what he had just done.

He clicked off of the picture. Placing his phone onto the desk beside his bed. He went to the bathroom. Cleaning himself off. He felt like he was in a dream. He never thought he would see Y/N like that. He could still picture the photo so vividly. He cursed himself internally realising he didn't save it.

He walked back to his bed. He was ready to sleep, too exhausted to do anything else. He checked his phone one last time. Seeing another message from Y/N. He opened it.

"Have fun??" Ethan rolled his eyes at the message, laughing to himself.

"so much fun" he watched as Y/N's bitmoji began typing.

"Wish i could've seen :(". He smiled at the message. Y/N sure knew how to flirt.

"Maybe next time ;)" Ethan hit send before turning his phone off. Closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep. He smiled to himself. He knew how lucky he was to have someone like Y/N.

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